Amazon is using large Sunbelt Rentals Generators to charge their electric delivery vehicles
These generators are powered by diesel fuel
So they’re using diesel fuel, to charge their electric vehicles “to Go Green”
Someone make it make sense
@pirooooon3 This is actually a very smart idea and would severely restrict the ability for any current or future Islamist regime from holding the region hostage
Ayer, mi sobrina de 6 años desmontó en 10 segundos lo que millones de adultos no se atreven a decir sobre DISNEY.
Le encanta La Sirenita.
La de siempre.
La del cuento.
La de dibujos.
Ibamos a ver la versión de 2023.
A los pocos minutos me mira y pregunta:
“¿Por qué es negra?”
Le dije lo típico, pasando de líos:
“Porque hay muchas sirenitas, de muchos colores.”
Se queda callada.
Pensando.
Y luego me suelta:
“Entonces esa no es Ariel.”
"Yo quiero ver La Sirenita original."
Intenté que colara.
No hubo manera.
Se cruza de brazos:
“Quiero ver la de verdad.”
Quitamos la película.
Y volvimos a ver la de dibujos.
Ella se quedó tan feliz.
Pero yo me quedé incómoda.
Porque igual el problema no es “la falta de educación” de la gente.
Igual es que cuando cambias algo que lleva décadas en la cabeza de todos,
no estás “actualizando” nada…
estás rompiendo la historia.
O peor:
Reciclando lo de siempre para vender un mensaje nuevo,
en vez de crear algo desde cero.
Y si hasta una niña nota que “no es lo mismo”…
¿De verdad esto es progreso
o solo marketing disfrazado?
Tú qué piensas:
¿El problema es la gente…
o lo que nos están intentando vender?
@BuzzPatterson I read this the other day in your book and started laughing out loud in the allergy shot waiting room. Your book is quite entertaining and I'm enjoying it. Hillary sounds like cruella daville
BUZZ’S BEDTIME STORIES: “DRUNK BILL CLINTON & GOLFER GREG” (A THREAD)
1) When I worked for President Clinton I would jog with him early in the morning. I was among a small cadre that included the doctor and the Secret Service jogging detail. I would run just behind the president as part of the Secret Service phalanx posted around him. We’d plod about three miles or so. Through many a jogging morning, the president and I became informal and comfortable with each other.
These jogging sessions came to an abrupt end during the early morning of March 14, 1997. The President, senior staff, and I arrived at golfer Greg Norman’s compound at Hobe Sound, just outside of West Palm Beach, Florida, at about midnight. The President had developed a friendship with Norman and was visiting to play in a three-day charity golf tournament. Once we helicoptered in, the President dismissed the doctor and myself to our bungalow and some sleep after what had been a very long day. Clinton was ending the day with the Norman’s over a nightcap and would prepare for an early start in the golf tournament the next morning.
Just after one in the morning, I was startled awake by a Secret Service agent banging on my door shouting, “Get up, get up, the president’s down!” The doctor and I looked at each other in shock, fearing the absolute worst. We jumped to our feet, and I threw on the closest clothing I could find-jogging shorts and shoes, a University of North Carolina T-shirt, and a blue blazer.
We ran out into Norman’s front yard and found the president sitting on the walkway, pants leg pulled above his knee, in obvious pain. “Buzz,” he said, “I think I hurt myself.” Major Bill Lang, the White House on-duty doctor and an officer in the US Army, looked him over. “Sir,” Bill said, “you’ve torn a tendon in your knee and we need to get you to the hospital fairly quickly.”
(CONTINUED)
My husband invited his new coworkers over for dinner.
When they arrived he introduced me by gesturing at me and saying "this is mrs Smith (didn't even say my name)...the housewife!"
I looked at him for a second then I started laughing hysterically. I then told said "no honey I work full time and YES I still act like a housewife when I'm home because you simply can't bother to help". His co workers were staring at him as he tried to laugh and change the subject and ask what they wanted to drink.
Dinner went super awkward with him giving me looks and stares. Once the guests left he blew up saying I embarrassed him by laughing like a lunatic and then making the comment I made infront of his new coworks and ruining his image. I told him he was wrong to lie about my status and deny my degree to begin with. He said I could've talked to him about it privately later but not like this, and making his coworkers think he's useless.
He stormed off and has been quiet the entire night.
Was i out of line?
This woman hired this pressure washing company to do her driveway and entire house. The house was in such bad shape that it took them 6 hours.
They were grateful for the work, they were one paycheck away from being homeless, it’s been a tough few months for them but this job would have ensured they had enough for rent.
After they got done, she flat out refused to pay, she claims that she didn’t think the house was that bad at all. Regardless if she thought it was bad or not she still hired a service and a service was done. When contractors don’t get paid, they remove or undo what they did. How do these guys undue a clean home, shouldn’t there be a website that showcases bad customers so contractors and workers can be forewarned?
Mi abuelo dejó una herencia de $100,000 destinada a la educación de sus nietos. Mis primos, que nunca terminaron la escuela y se gastan todo en fiestas, exigieron su parte por adelantado. Mi tía, que es la albacea, decidió que yo no necesitaba mi parte porque 'ya soy exitosa' y planea repartir mi dinero entre mis primos para pagar sus deudas de juego.
Lo que mi tía no sabe es que el testamento tiene una cláusula: si el dinero no se usa para educación técnica o profesional comprobable, el fondo debe donarse íntegramente a una fundación de caridad. He enviado las pruebas de las deudas de mis primos al banco que custodia el fondo. Ahora nadie recibirá un centavo; todo el dinero irá a un orfanato y mis primos están a punto de perder sus casas.
¿Soy un monstruo por preferir que el dinero vaya a extraños antes que ayudar a mi propia familia a salir de sus deudas?
I was in an airport restroom when a man knocked and said, “Dad with a 4 year old coming in!” He sounded mortified. He kept his back to everyone, stared at the ceiling like it personally offended him, and speed-walked his daughter into a stall.
A woman whispered, “Unbelievable.”
What’s unbelievable is expecting a preschooler to brave the men’s restroom alone in a crowded airport. He did the respectful thing: he warned us, kept it brief, and focused on his child.
Sometimes the safest choice isn’t the most traditional one.
I have decided that I should leave the Catholic Church. All the messages of love and tolerance from some Christians on this platform have made me see what good examples they are of their faith. Fair. Loving. Willing to engage in genuine conversation.
My dilemma is...what denomination should I convert to?
Give me your best shot and tell me why the Church you go to is Christ's true Church on earth.