Rick Wiley
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Rick Wiley
@npdraider
Retired LEO. Chief kennel cleaner at Coyote K-9. Long suffering Raider Fan. Author: Murder and Meth in the High Desert. MAGA
Nampa, Idaho Katılım Şubat 2011
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My mum lives on a boat and has Starlink. Last weeks bad weather blew her Starlink dish across the deck and wrecked it.
She contacted Starlink support, and they told her the warranty doesn’t cover weather damage… but as a goodwill gesture, they’re sending her a brand new one for free anyway.
That’s proper customer service 👏🏻
Thank you! @Starlink @elonmusk 💯
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I was fired today. Well, laid off. "Budget cuts," my boss said. I packed my box. I was terrified. I have a mortgage. As I walked to the elevator, the CEO—the big boss who never talks to anyone—stepped in with me. "You're Sarah, right?" he asked. "Yes sir." "You stayed late last month to help the interns fix that presentation. You didn't ask for overtime." I nodded, surprised he knew. "I can't stop the layoffs," he said. "Board's decision. But I made a phone call." The elevator dinged. He handed me a card. "My friend runs a firm across town. He's expecting your call at 9 AM tomorrow. He needs a manager who cares about people. The pay is 20% higher." I stared at him. "Why?" "Because you held the door for the cleaning lady every single morning," he said. "I notice things." Character is what you do when you think no one is watching.
Credit: Nancy brooks
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I'm done giving people facts, statistics, first hand experiences, etc.
There is not much point in trying to save you anymore.
Take all the vaccines. Abort your entire lifeline. Guzzle down antidepressants, statins, and every other drug you can. Smoke tons of weed. Chop your penis off and call yourself a chick. Then sign up for MAID and do us all a favor.
That's my medical advice to you.
You win.
Now, before you bitch and moan, this is the position you wanted. After all, when I said the exact opposite, you all complained and tried to silence me.
So don't be a hypocrite now.
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I was having a yard sale to clear out my late dad's stuff. It was brutal. Every item was a memory. A teenage boy walked up and stared at my dad’s old acoustic guitar. It was a nice Martin, easily worth $500. "How much?" the kid asked. "Three hundred," I said. He sighed, pulled out a crushed twenty-dollar bill, and looked defeated. "Can I just play it for a second?" he asked. I nodded. He sat on the curb, tuned it by ear, and started playing "Blackbird." It was my dad's favorite song. The kid was phenomenal. "Where did you learn to play like that?" I asked. "Self-taught," he said. "The school music program got cut. I just borrow my friend's guitar when I can." I looked at the Martin. My dad would have hated it sitting in a case in my closet. "Hey," I said. "Give me the twenty. It's yours." Music is meant to be played, not hoarded.
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