"More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly."
Apparently they were fairly awful creatures—flocks of a few million birds blackening the skies, decimating crops and crapping on everything.
Couldn't we direct our sympathies to a more like-able creature? Wooly mammoths or great awks, perhaps?
Because the thought of a few million woolly mammoths blackening the skies, decimating crops and crapping on everything is even more terrifying.
Keeping the US safe is a clear and compelling interest that takes priority over a measly civil claim.
Ah, yes, "The ends justify the means". The trouble with that is that the means determine the end. If your means are corrupt, lawless and arbitrary, just what sort of outcome do you expect?
I believe this has been discussed previously: Matthew 7:16, 1 Samuel 24:13, Matthew 12:33, Luke 6:43, James 3:12
Have a small amount of C-4 explosive in the phone. If the phone is switched on when the velocity is greater than 30 mph *BOOM*.
The TSA will just love that.
And instead of airbags, we should also have daggers sticking out of our steering wheels, poised directly at our hearts. That way people will only be able to drive like assholes once.
Shame about that child stepping out in front of you.
My friend was in a restaurant where a diner was complaining LOUDLY that the curry was not hot enough, and the chef didn't know how to cook.
The chef emerged from the kitchen with a bottle of clear liquid and a spoon.
"Your curry not hot enough sir? That's OK sir, we can make it a bit hotter if you like sir. I can put some extra heat in sir. Here sir, try this and see how much you think you need."
Hands teaspoon of clear liquid to customer.
Customer (egged on by drunken mates) sips liquid.
Customer is carried out of restaurant by his friends—to the applause of the rest of the patrons!
As the chef returns to the kitchen, my friend intercepts him and asks what is in the bottle.
"Pure Capsaicin. We use it to make the curry as hot as we need to" says the chef with an evil grin.
That seems to put me at the ludicrously spicy level, yet that is only 'hot' according to the local shop.
It also depends on the cook. I'm not just into endorphin rush, I like food to taste rather than inflict. I've had 'medium' curry that was literally painful and not much else; the hottest curry I ever had was so perfectly balanced it didn't taste particularly hot at all---and then I swear my eyeballs were melting! I kept eating the delicious meal through the streaming tears and then enjoyed the buzz afterwards. And no ring of fire either.
I suspect that an electric car would pass that test easily; I'm less confident in the Mazda vehicle.