Meanwhile, my small backyard chicken flock (smallish coop with an enclosed and roofed run) eats the organic trash from our kitchen, and then they give me between 5-8 eggs per day. Literally, I picked up 7 eggs yesterday even though nights are around -10 degrees C. It’s a miracle.
I think it’s quite simple, akin to the psychological negotiation technique called priming.
He does all this absolutely unhinged stuff and when later he comes up with proposals that are 30% less insane, it doesn’t sound that bad, even if by absolute standards it’s still batshit crazy.
Omg cannot wait to watch it. Severance is one of the best TV shows I’ve ever seen.
So daddy Putin started cashing in for getting the orange baby elected. What a time to be alive.