Folks might want to check this moron’s profile before welcoming them with open arms. This “person” is a troll of the first order.

Just a reminder. What private companies do has nothing to do with your first amendment rights.

Grow up or shut up.

Why do you gun humping morons slide this stupid shit into every fucking conversation?

Was this woman supposed to have whipped out her ar and start blasting the cop car racing towards her?

I would argue they are. My reasoning for this argument would be pointing at the history of the working class.

What is your reasoning for saying they are not?

And here in Quebec we are paying 6CAD(4.50)usd for a dozen… While not being embroiled in a war of our own design.

Alberta - I love me some mennonites, but they are really into ‘keeping it in the family’.

-Source: Married a mennonite and absconded out of province with her.

We do what I call a shotgun standup twice a week. But it is done async 99% of the time.

Every Tuesday and Thursday we have 30 minutes that conveniently coincides with opening of the coffee shop in the office (two of us are onsite, six remote) prior to which the team is intended to write three bullets in the meeting chat:

• Prio one yesterday - and outcome
• Prio one today
• Any blockers discovered for either of those

If nobody posts a blocker, then we get 30 minutes on the calendar where nobody from outside our team can schedule anything. And the onsite folks get the freshest coffee before everyone else gets down there.

If there is a blocker; the person who called it out and the most experienced person in dealing with that type of blocker will join the call, as will anyone interested in the outcome. Once the blocker is resolved, the solution is put into the same meeting chat.

Why do the most voracious Xtian monsters always look like how you’d expect a demon in a skinsuit to look if demons were real?

Pretty damn good these days.

I technically drowned when I was 12 and being an idiot ‘riding’ waterfalls. I got sucked into a big crack in a rock and when my friends finally got me out I was clinically dead, and all of my fingernails were ripped in half from trying to claw my way out. All I can remember is abject fear, and then the burning as my lungs gave up.

I would rather die by almost any other means.