Ah okay, must be the estimates that we’re throwing me, no matter how I put them together I had leftovers. And it wasn’t pizza, so I was disappointed.

I used to look at that site quite often but can you explain where I am shoving my head up my ass on that image you posted.

Shouldn’t: Total Temp occupied = (Occupied after + occupied before - liberated )?

Remember when the supreme Court ruled that Colorado couldn’t keep him off the ballot because the insurrection clause only stated he couldn’t hold office, not run for it. Surely they will say he can’t hold office still because he broke his oath of office. *Eyeroll

Hard to say isn’t it? If 100 users join and 80 leave you assume they are up 20 users. If the number of bot accounts that joined was 30 of those, they actually lost 10 users, and advertisements are selling more ads to computers than people. Unless we can separate real accounts from fake ones… It’s all useless information

Iran is an Ally to Russia. Who fills Trump’s pockets easier, Israel or Russia.

Both are already invovled in supplying weapons to both wars.

Liberrrrtad!

I threw it into ChatGPT, then asked them to change the name from Henry to one common in Korea.

In-soo had always believed the stories. The glossy propaganda reels, the posters of steely-eyed soldiers, and the speeches from government officials all painted the same picture: his country’s military was unmatched, unstoppable. Though the world had advanced, In-soo’s nation remained locked in a past vision of itself, proudly touting its military might, using technology that hadn’t evolved much beyond the 1950s. Tanks, planes, and rifles that his father might’ve used were still standard issue. It was enough, they said, to overwhelm any enemy.

But when they arrived on the battlefield, the illusion shattered.

The air was thick with smoke and dust. In-soo clutched his rifle, a relic from an era that felt like ancient history. He could hear the hum of something—machines, weapons, drones? He didn’t know. The enemy was out there, but they remained invisible, their presence felt only through strange, high-pitched frequencies and flashes of light. He had been trained for combat in a conventional sense, but this wasn’t war as he understood it.

A blinding flash erupted in the distance. Seconds later, half his squad was gone, reduced to nothing more than ash. No gunfire, no warning—just a blip, and they were vaporized. In-soo froze. This wasn’t warfare. It was annihilation. The weapons being used against them were so advanced they were beyond his comprehension, like something out of a nightmare. Weapons that didn’t give him a chance to even see who—or what—was operating them.

“Stay together!” his commanding officer shouted, but it didn’t matter. How could they stay together when they couldn’t even see what was killing them? Panic surged through the ranks. Soldiers who had once stood tall, believing in their nation’s invincibility, now scattered in terror, desperate to survive.

In-soo crouched behind a rusted piece of machinery, gripping his rifle tightly, though he knew it was useless. He had been afraid of disobeying orders, terrified of what his government would do to him if he didn’t serve. But now, that fear felt insignificant. The enemy’s technology wasn’t just more advanced—it was like magic, bending the very rules of reality.

He glanced at the scorched earth where his comrades once stood, feeling a deep, gnawing helplessness. They weren’t soldiers anymore. They were bodies—disappearing in a war where they never stood a chance. In-soo had always feared the consequences of deserting or refusing to fight, but now, a new terror gripped him: the realization that he was facing something far worse than his government’s threats.

The certainty that had once bolstered him was gone. All that remained was the fear of an enemy he couldn’t see, couldn’t fight, and couldn’t even begin to understand.

I wonder what his response would be if someone told him Poland never surrendered to Hitler either, moved it’s government and attacked back and took back their home. Thereby Polands record against Hitler would be 1-0. It also would indicate they survived the Soviet Unions invasion of Poland as well.

I originally was reading studies performed in Australia that the U.S. pitched money to help the studies be larger, they took place around 2012, but here is more information from 2020 where you can see that it say “An estimated 10% to 15% of heavy drinkers progress to cirrhosis after decades of heavy alcohol use.”

Now cirrhosis isn’t the only liver impact that can come from drinking, but my point was that a lot of our “trashing their livers” view is likely because we look down our nose at drunks. Sure they added to it but we aren’t refusing heart transplants to 30 year olds because they drank Pepsi, when we know just as well added sugars/corn syrup does nothing but “trash their hearts.”

https://news.va.gov/82545/genetic-risk-alcohol-related-cirrhosis-uncovered/

I’ll have to find the Australian government article about the 15% being replaced later. I don’t keep search history, auto-deletes

Same for all the people who eat nuts and get hospitalized as well, pull the plug right? I mean come on, they are lesser humans as we stand on our pedestals and look down on them. /S

Genetics play a huge role in liver diseases. 85% of liver replacements don’t come from alcohol. Alcohol in sure is bad for you, but it really is a high horse scenario.

Who declared war via a social media platform? That sounds like horrible military strategy