Not this shit again
Not this shit again
American’s don’t have a parliamentary system. The president can exist without the support of the houses. When that happens, like now, what the president can do is severely limited.
Might be worth letting the uni know. Surely they’ll want to fix the site!
They’ll be on licence for the rest of their lives following that though. The minimum term on a life sentence is just the custodial part.
I can only help with the last part as I use audible. Have you tried Voice? https://droidify.eu.org/app/?id=de.ph1b.audiobook&repo_address=https://f-droid.org/repo
https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=de.ph1b.audiobook
Dulce et Decorum Est
By Wilfred Owen
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.```
Reduced inflation ≠ deflation
Another Brexit Benefit
Fuck Nigel Frog face Farrage, The Haunted Victorian Pencil Jacob Rees-Mogg, Lord David Pig Fucker Cameron, Maybot, Boris I don’t care where I stick my Johnson, and all the rest of the Tories who either actively supported this or were to self interested to not rebel as their leaders doubled down on their Brexit folly again and again.
Excuses excuses.
The links to Wikipedia are actual citations to real sources
I read an interesting article a few years ago about the Wikipedia source problem. It did a dive into how sources that seem legitimate on Wikipedia can and up citing sources that are less so. They were able to trace back the citations to Wikipedia itself. So no, they’re not always real sources.
LLMs basically just generate something that looks like the link to a credible source which might support what it’s said. It doesn’t care if its “source” actually supports what it says.
Which is why you read the page it has linked for you as a source. Unless you’re trying to say it full on generates a page for you.
What I mean is I use it to get the links to those sources. Like when you use Wikipedia as a jumping off point. I don’t think we’re at the point yet where we have the problem Wikipedia sometimes has that the sources used sometimes themselves just cite Wikipedia.
I’ve found bing ai is quite good if you ask for the source after anything it spits out.
Ah that makes sense then.
Won’t the money be spent trying to scare anyone who’s anti trump into not staying at home come voting day?
It’s customary in English to call people by their first name rather than their middle name, unless of course they choose to go by something different.
A May election is looking more likely no matter what Sunak tries to pretend.
Thanks. That’s cool knowing exactly when it’ll be.
Thanks. With all the articles I thought I’d somehow missed him winning the nomination and we were on the actual election campaign.
Your elections are normally in the autumn aren’t they?
It wouldn’t make it easier to arrange meetings because you’d have no clue if you were arranging the meeting for when people would be at work, have finished for the day, or fast asleep at night.