This is how I learned to stop misspelling necessary: your shirt has one collar and two sleeves.

They weren’t braking; they were driving highway speeds in front of me.

Quick Googling puts snow at 1-20 pounds per cubic foot, depending on moisture content. Using conservative numbers of one foot of snow, 7 feet wide, and 15 feet long that could be 105-2100 pounds. On the low end, I can’t see that being enough weight to matter, and on the high end, that might seriously strain some vehicles suspensions.

Also as someone in the Midwest that got hit by snow flying off the top of an uncleaned car this morning from several hundred feet away, I don’t care how much weight it is. Clean off your car.

I mean sure both parties are going to serve the Almighty shareholder by finding reasons to avoid wealth taxes, upholding capitalism where the strongest survive (except for corporations that lobby well and need bailed out of course), and using their positions in the government to personally profit. But at least one party is going to recognize that trans people are humans, make an effort to oversee environmental or workers rights, or even admit that human beings deserve to eat in the process.

While a boiled steak would certainly taste terrible, as a strictly salt, pepper, ripping hot cast iron, steak enjoyer, steak tastes just fine by itself. Well by itself with the Maillard reaction.

“A disturbingly, disproportionately high number of those who work forces” just doesn’t roll off the tongue. Then again, I wouldn’t have thought that “All research and successful drug policy shows that treatment should be increased (Oh) and law enforcement decreased while abolishing mandatory minimum sentences” would make banging lyrics, but boy was I wrong.

I’m thinking of the hot dogs. While being chewed, swallowed, and digested seems like a horrible end, it can’t really be much worse than their conception was to begin with. Such is the life of a hot dog.