But a Marine in bargain-bin decade-old hardware will absolutely walk straight up the barrel of a “less-lethal” loaded rifle and physically manhandle the cop in luxury fascist tech who thinks <40 hours of range time means they’re ready for combat.

You’re letting your fantasies escape through your skull holes, comrade. The military is going to point their guns, just as the cops next to them will be, at the people protesting the kidnapping of their neighbors by the gestapo.

Keeping my reply of emphatic no here to not clutter up the thread. The closest I ever came was raising a fictional toast when Brian Jacques passed. I downloaded a copy of the recipe book he had written and made some of the otter’s hot soup.

I do find it interesting that no one in the thread who answered yes is really trying to explain why they cried. Sure, saying that you cared about their work means that you thought they were important, but how is that enough to cause you to cry? It seems like we’d have to drill down into the idea of parasocial relationships and examine how much these folks have built up the idea that the person they cried over was actually a part of their life.

I just want to know the evidence for the motorcycles. Is it really a “stockpile” of them, or is he a rich bitch and likes motorcycles like jay leno likes cars?

That sounds like a really good time.

That just sounds like one step up from what most consider vanilla sex. “Oh baby, I love it, harder, harder!” is about as much of a lie as “I have never consumed one unit of marijuana, sir.”

Remember that these things are basically ad-hoc devices that snake oil salesmen have convinced government agencies to buy into. The fact that your muscles near the buttocks move is enough for them to get the next level of the MLM, the interviewers, to be convinced that it can detect it.

The interviewers know this, and will fail you after reminding you multiple times that the only answers you can give is yes or no. The mental breakdown has to stay inside your head to be effective. ;)

Go take some classes on stress management and biofeedback and learn to control all those things they are testing for

The only real measure that they can read is your breathing rate. Everything else is so variable naturally that it’s just noise.

There’s a pad that you sit on that will register the flexing of muscles in the area.

Because they get people to admit to things they wouldn’t otherwise. A polygraph test starts with the interviewer “just talking” (and those are massive, giant quotation marks there) to you for about a half hour. They slip in little statements about other, experienced officers who are currently employed despite past wrongdoings, “because they admitted” to the bad shit. Meanwhile, when you admit to bad shit, guess who’s not getting hired?

The interviewer will give you a giant list to go through, asking if you’ve done any of the hundreds of bad things, and ask you to explain any “yes” answers you give to the question of committing a crime.

So now you’re primed to confess to things, and the interviewer and agency gets to comb through those confessions to see if they don’t want to hire you. They also get to reject you if they don’t like you and blame it on you failing the ‘lie detector’ test, or the interviewer can simply say you’re lying.

Go read the book called, and I may be remembering this incorrectly, ‘Beat the polygraph.’ It goes into the history, the failures, and the ‘science’ of polygraphs. It’s enough to get you pretty deep in the subject without reading actual research papers.

I know that it’s probably a sign of impending ecological doom, but where I live used to have scorpions coming in all the time. I don’t think I’ve even seen evidence of them outside for close to a decade. I guess I can appreciate the silver lining of the giant mushroom cloud.

I was seeing the same joke on the first reading, so I think you’re in the clear, mate.

If it’s the average western diet, it’s probably from the massive amount of toilet paper that was used to clean the asshole after their failure to use a bidet.

Yeah, but I think I saw some trivia about the attack that made it seem like it was a personal thing due to relationship issues.

I’m happy that you’re taking the account’s claim seriously, but there’s no way that there’s someone who would be able to determine what instance is largest as the criteria, AND then choose it, AND be unable to “switch instances or access .ml.”

That’s either a chatbot posing as a person, or a troll.

The european death knot usually works pretty well. Or you could use a weaver’s knot, but it’s not as bulky. The ‘overhand’ family of knots is a pretty good bet for whenever you want a knot that absolutely will not come untied under tension.

Right pocket on the uniform, because I fear putting my shears and stethoscope in the same pocket, and the shears have a tip that doesn’t facilitate the left pocket, and the stethoscope rubber is too grabby on the phone.

Left pocket in general, because my wallet is in the right and I hate them clanking together.

This is me. :( I am so panicked by that 1100 hours appointment that I can’t do anything for the entire morning, and ABSOLUTELY MUST leave with time to spare for traffic, getting pulled over, and maybe an unfortunate incident with the neighbor’s cat, just in case!

I’m bad with the ‘routine’ stuff, where I once had to call in sick to work because I couldn’t find my keys, or I am on the computer, typing a reply on lemmy, when I have five minutes until I need to leave for work… speaking of… glances at clock

Sailing, maybe, but rowing doesn’t have to be upper middle class. I’m solidly lower middle class, if that, and I get by. With the club, it’s about the same as a gym membership subscription at the end of the day.