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@JustinCowzynski @JiujitsuOtter Thanks. I'll have to try this out, looks like a powerful addition to bottom half. Are there any Youtube setup videos you would recommend?

@spikesharvey @JiujitsuOtter There’s no space to cross face because your head is forced down. The only way out of this is to free your head by popping the crown out, which will be near impossible if the arm was looped properly. This has been my bread and butter for over a decade…

This is the RAWEST finish in all of Jiujitsu. He looks like a savage at the end 🔥

@JustinCowzynski @JiujitsuOtter No question he's done once the other guy turns under to fireman's carry. Just asking since I've had success blocking that move if I can crossface to prevent them turning under. But definitely not against world championship caliber opponents :-)

@spikesharvey @JiujitsuOtter It’s a single handed loop choke. Bottom players right hand basically doesn’t need to do anything. The left hand has the loop choke and the top players head is trapped under the left bicep. The more he turns to a perpendicular position the tighter it gets. That’s why he went out

@JustinCowzynski @JiujitsuOtter Is it? You're probably right but I don't see the right arm of the bottom player over the left arm that's looped. Without that, laying cross body on top, looks like a VonFlue counter is there to stop the spin under for the choke.

@spikesharvey @JiujitsuOtter no. The loop choke is already in

@rags2riches87 @MarkDondero I agree that Jack's conditioning wasn't a patch on Tiger's. I wouldn't underestimate his power though, he was legendarily long off the tee (held the PGA record for years). Tiger miles ahead in pitching/chipping/sandplay though.

@spikesharvey @MarkDondero Fair, I think he'd also have to find a way to match Tiger's speed, power, stamina and athleticism. Tiger was a genetic freak and a well conditioned elite athlete (like soccer player/ NFL skill-position player level conditioned). Made him great but caused stress on his body.

I’ve read every book on Tiger Woods and they all tell the same story. Pissed away everything because of macho fantasies and an insane infatuation with military training. He torpedoed his thirties, put unnecessary stress on his body and cost himself Jack’s record. Probably developed a drug problem too. Incredibly sad and frustrating.

@rags2riches87 @MarkDondero Probably but not definitely. Definitely wasn't as aggressive as Tiger. Jack used inferior equipment on inferior courses, which I think made him play more conservatively. I think he'd have been even more impressive in the modern era. 46 top 3 major finishes is incredible.

@MarkDondero GOAT of a sport and billionaire isn't pissing away everything. Jack never reached Tigers peak ability or dominance over contemporaries. Jack has that goat level record, consistency/longevity edge and nothing else over Tiger in greatness imo. It's like Micahel Jordan vs Kareem.

@DaBao_ @CompoundingUp Interesting name and screens cheap for sure. As always, capital allocation is a question. Any chance you think they will do something with the cash beyond divs - M&A or buybacks?

@CompoundingUp but there are more opportunities. -A prime acquisition target for Ecolab(duh) and Duskin 4665.

Niitaka 4465, a 🧵

@thepaulwilliams People will talk about not making the QFs in Europe impacting Munster's budget. But by definition, only a minority of clubs can do that. If only the top ~6-8 clubs in the UK & Ireland are financially viable, the pro game is in big trouble

When big hitters in Irish provincial rugby (Munster) are having to make big financial cuts. Then you know rugby's finances need huge, realistic reforms. Irish rugby has had massive success over the past decade ish. If they can't make ends meet, very few can.

@WZoell23973 @TansuYegen I think the phone is relaying video to the guy on top of the dock. So my guess is that one meow is the cat (live) and the other is the cats voice relayed to the phone of the guy on top of the dock.

@TansuYegen I heard two different meows.

A man in Turkey heard a cat crying from the sea, so he used his phone to look under the pier and saved the cat 🐱

@everyonehatesp1 You do indeed, my apologies. I'm just trying to making sense of the cheapness.

@spikesharvey In the write up I talk about this specific topic!

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@0xbarefoot @toiletkingcap

@toiletkingcap Tbh I think THAT thing is what we lost

It’s annoying that some of this has some truth to it as we have let society tolerate insanity over time

@DpcGem @mhh02 @n00dles71 Over and out.

@DpcGem @mhh02 @n00dles71 That sentence is exactly the point. The cyclist isn't the one crossing the center line to pass parked vehicles. His lane is open. The car has to give way.

Ah yes, that famously crystal clear bit of the Highway Code that definitely says cyclists must magically disappear so drivers can overtake buses without the mild inconvenience of waiting. Really keeps the roads safe for the hard working drivers.

@DpcGem @mhh02 @n00dles71 The left lane is open, despite the cars parked on the side. Look where the center line is.

@spikesharvey @mhh02 @n00dles71 Wrong, there are stationary vehicles on both sides of the road, therefore the person who is already out beyond the start of the obstruction has priority. Try reading your links 👍

@DpcGem @mhh02 @n00dles71 The cyclist doesn't "pull out", he is traveling on his side of the road, and has right of way per the code highwaycodeuk.co.uk/using-the-road…

@mhh02 @n00dles71 The cyclist should not have pulled out as there wasn't a space for car to pull in. If he had simply shown some patience and followed the highway code, there is no issue here 🤷‍♂️

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

@kyliebytes Funny how they never consider to move back to the terrible seat and give up the exit row. Now that's the test of a friendship

guy on the middle seat of my redeye flight bravely asked me if i would move from my exit row window seat to a middle row seat 16 rows back so his friend could be with him. when i said no, he asked the aisle guy, who just laughed

@MidwestHedgie @kyliebytes I was bumped up to first on a shortish flight, and the wife of the guy beside me was a few rows back in economy. I offered to swap with her and he aggressively declined and went back to his movie. I wish I knew more

@kyliebytes ha! saw the opposite thing y'day. middle row guy in comfort plus got tapped on the shoulder by a tall business traveler flying standby, "Your wife is back there" and he immediately obeyed and went back without further clarification.

I have a lot of respect for Haley because she never gives up on the toughest cases. So I'm bummed to learn that no one has stepped up to adopt the cats already in her care. Without adoptions, she can't take more cats. If you're in the Bay Area, would you consider adopting? 🧵