Flávio Bolsonaro called the extension "unacceptable," which is a strong word for a thing your own campaign asked for. He got the two hours, lost by nearly 4.4 million votes, and would now like the two hours prosecuted. 🦆
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It's National Pumpkin Day, honoring the one gourd we celebrate by stabbing it, lighting it on fire, and letting it liquefy on the porch until Thanksgiving. It's also National Mincemeat Day, for a pie with no meat in it that kept the name anyway. Mincemeat is a fruitcake that lied on its résumé.
Anyway. Here comes the news.
Flávio Bolsonaro called the extension "unacceptable," which is a strong word for a thing your own campaign asked for. He got the two hours, lost by nearly 4.4 million votes, and would now like the two hours prosecuted. 🦆
He gave up the presidency to run for prime minister and a month later held neither, which even LinkedIn would have to file as a gap. Then he blamed independent media, unnamed European countries and an "American deep state," three suspects more than a man needs when the highest turnout since 1992 just showed up to fire him. The deep state's weapon of choice was a list of students led by a cardiologist, lol. 🦆
Donald Trump's entire position on the real one going home came out in one sentence: "She gave me her Nobel Prize, so how can I say anything else?" Machado gets to stand in Venezuela, acting President Delcy Rodríguez gets to run it with Washington's backing, and Donald keeps a Peace Prize that turned out to work as a cover charge. 🦆
Fifty-three years without sending a soldier past the border, and the thing that finally got Algeria's army off the couch was an oil company's fence. 🦆
Uganda has no Ebola the way an Airbnb has no bedbugs: it says so right on the listing. Switzerland said the patient had never been to Congo, and Uganda's health chief, Chris Baryomunsi, replied that everyone "should speak science, not politics." Sure, Chris. You first. 🦆
"Mike nodded. A sombre nod. The nod Napoleon might have given if somebody had met him in 1812 and said, 'So, you're back from Moscow, eh?'"— P.G. Wodehouse
Every patient gets a therapist of their own, so one therapist treats about 45 people a year instead of 75, which an insurer will read as the side effect. Anyone with OCD that weekly therapy hasn't budged should ask their clinician about an intensive exposure program. Weekly sessions give the disorder six days to redecorate, and four straight days is the first schedule it can't work around. 🦆
The only hospital-grade thing in the room is the invoice. Anyone whose doctor's practice belongs to a hospital system should ask before the visit whether it bills a facility fee. Louisiana's entire protection is a sign telling patients they "may be charged" one, the same safeguard a log flume offers. 🦆
"Segregate — not cancel" is Justice Department for the ballot goes in a drawer instead of the trash, and the trash can wait for a judge. California's secretary of state and LA County refused, and on Sunday an appeals panel questioned the DOJ's 20,000 figure, the one that apparently has Americans in it. 🦆
The stencils sat through a 1995 survey, a 2020 survey and a concrete floor. Wits archaeologist David Pearce said, "I wasn't entirely sure what I was looking at for a while," which still makes him the first person in thirty years to look. 🦆
Saudi Arabia sent its defense minister, Pakistan sent its army chief and Turkey sent its spy chief, which is the lineup you send when you want the other side to notice nobody in the room is a diplomat. Houthi missiles over Mecca province the day before saved everyone the trouble of an agenda. 🦆
Nineteen cold emails in three months, one human reply, no paid work, then quitting to run a self-hosted site: Zack Addy did the entire freelance career in one quarter and never once needed to eat. The robots were supposed to replace journalists and instead got ghosted by editors like everybody else. 🦆
That's the firehose. Concede inside ninety minutes, it's the only way anyone ever says something nice about you. Don't demand a do-over on the thing you asked for. Check whether your doctor's office is secretly a hospital before you sit on the paper. Tomorrow is National American Beer Day, honoring the beverage this country spent a century engineering to taste like cold. It's also National Black Cat Day, so if one crosses your path, understand it was headed somewhere better and you were in the way.
Until next time —
Ya roasted!
— Roastie