Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Ukraine is getting old weapons from an aging stockpile. Shooting the hurricane isn’t going to stop the flooding.

We need to implement ranked choice voting and abolish the electoral college, or voting third party will remain as effective as screaming into the void.

With high speed rail, your commute could be at the top speed of a sport bike, and without the slowdowns of traffic. The travel time would be more predictable, and you have your attention available for other things during the ride.

This would be effective. Altering the way we designed cities would allow new developments to abandon roads. Create walkable areas connected to an overarching network of high speed rail. As more sections go up, population will fill it, and priority can be given to residents that need to move to make way for the next redevelopment section.

Electric vehicles are here to save the auto industry. We need to replace personal automobiles with strong public transportation for the climate.

You must not be a rider. Extending the inside foot in a turn is very common.

Why do you say this photo is fake? My dad used to take me for rides just like this. One of his favorite stories to tell is about having to toss me off as it was going to fall over, and how I was having a blast, but my mother was not nearly so excited. I was around two at the time.

It’s not that tight, it can slide about a bands width back and forth on my wrist. Any looser and it feels sloppy on my arm, flopping around.

We’re just starting to see the start of it getting worse, but it’s only going to keep getting worse, and continue to do so even more quickly.

Requiring an entire corpse for a single minute of boosted jump seems a bit onerous.