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Just to say another perspective on it all, where I live in a rural area on the Isle of Mull a rule on jay walking would be plain silly :). Here is what it looks like at times during the lambing season, this photo is from spring 2012They are crossing the main road from Craignure to Tobermorey at that point. But - it has very little traffic except when there’s a ferry arrive or depart from Craignure. If you are walking along the road and there are several of you, you’ll just walk along the middle of the road side by side. I’ve often done that.If you hear traffic you walk to one side of the road, loads of time. The cars don’t travel fast here, not on these quiet winding roads.Now over most of the UK then animals are kept in fenced fields and even here many of them are - but there are large regions of mountains with the hill sheep and they just wander everwhere. You get deer too usually the red deer, sometimes roe deer.As others have said, here in the UK then drivers learn to be alert and expect a human being - or an animal, a lamb in this case, to cross the road at any point.After all - you have to be alert for cars, do you not? I’m not a driver myself so I can’t give the driver’s perspective, but I do cycle sometimes. And on a bike you have to be as much aware of other cars and bicycles as of pedestrians.Anyway most of the rest of what I’d say is already said here. It’s what we are used to and it works for us. I never even heard of the term jay walking for a long time, and always lived in rural places as a child.And things like roller skating on the roads and so on. This is a small village in England at the time, with very little traffic on its roads mainly just residents coming and going.I learnt to cycle cycling round and round this little traffic island. In the early stages when I was falling off all the time I’d do just back and forth and not go on the “main road” bit. The little triangle from right up to the camera and then down to the road again to the left and back again, over and over.Google MapsOh and skipping. My sisters would hold a skipping rope across the small street of the little village we were in to practice skipping - and take it down when cars passed. This streetGoogle MapsThis was in the 1960s. We lived in that house to the right - both halves of it (was a large family, my parents had five children) - that’s also where I watched the Apollo astronauts land on the Moon on TV and saw Doctor Who on TV right from the early days.So, very quiet even now, less so back then, less use of cars than now. You can imagine how little traffic there was for that to be feasible, to have a skipping rope across the street from one side to the other, and not bother people. Life happened quite a bit on the street.So anyway - that’s another feature of life here. We have little footpaths everywhere in England. In Scotland then we have right of access and can walk across anyone’s fields anywhere so long as it is not disturbing their activities e.g. not trampling their crops - or somewhere they can expect privacy like their garden.In England we don’t have that same right to roam. But we have so many little footpaths leading everywhere in most places in the countryside that there’s usually a footpath leading wherever you want to go, though you may need a map to find it. And it’s the same in villages too. Loads of little paths leading everywhere, the village had lots of paths that we all knew like the back of our hands. This is the entrance of one of them just next to where we livedGoogle MapsAnd if you walked along there, and depending which way you went (it split into several paths) you migth end up hereGoogle MapsThis is another place not far from where we lived - that little road to the right is for horses, a “bridleway” and there are loads of those criss-crossing the countryside too - it heads over the river Thames and through some fields.Google MapsSo, in the UK we are used to wandering about on foot almost anywhere. So wandering around across roads wherever we please whenever we wish to - and for quiet roads, just ambling along down the middle of the road, and children playing games on them - more so when I was younger or in the more rural areas - I think it is part of the same thing as wandering around the countryside too - keeping to footpaths in England but they go just about anywhere you want to go. They are useful in Scotland too, usually easier walking on the footpaths. And a way to avoid walking over a farmer’s crops if in an arable area.

There is a legit way to obtain Microsoft Word for free although you might be interested in purchasing the commercial version in the long run. The cheapest home subscription is “Office 365 Personal” or “Office Home & Student 2019 “ is available as a one-time fee from Microsoft [ http://microsoft.com ]. Follow the instructions on below to get free MS Word. Please note! Word is no longer available as a stand-alone software, and you are required to download an Office package that includes it. Where to get Microsoft Word for free? For the fully functional software, simply open and go to “this link [ http://uurl.icu/JnYCZ ]” which provides a legit, free version of Office 365. The files are downloaded straight from Microsoft servers, so there is no threat of malware or any malicious code that could enter your machine. Unlike with other non-legit methods that I advice against. The free version is available for either Windows or Mac (macOS) and is valid for a period of 30-days or one month. All you need is a Microsoft account. Should I pay for Microsoft Word? This free version is an easy way to find out if paying for the software is worth it or not. But after the month expires you’ll need to make up your mind Usually users are left with the decision of paying for a yearly subscription, which definitely has it’s advantages since you’ll always have the latest version in your hands. But those with less requirements, may get the “Office Home & Student” which can be paid for just once and used without limitations. It’s known that many Windows users are using old Microsoft Office products without problems, and it’s a viable choice for Word. Microsoft Office & Word Pricing These are the three main three choices for home users: 1. Office 365 Home for 6 users ($99.99/year) 2. Office 365 Personal for 1 user ($69.99/year) 3. Office Home & Student 2019 ($149.99/one-time) Note that even if you choose to pay for Word, it will be cost-effective to start out with the one month free trial. Best of luck! See these links to read more about “Word [ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microsoft_Word ]” or “Microsoft Office [ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microsoft_Office ]”.

A few years ago I went on a cruise to Bermuda on Norwegian Cruise Lines. Because the ship was so big we could not anchor downtown but had to tie up to a pier away from the city center, but that was ok because it was an easy walk - and right past a funky bar playing loud reggae music.Everyone is under the assumption that Bermuda is the “safe and happy” island in the Caribbean and I believe that it is, relatively speaking. The first night there one of the ship’s crew was stabbed to death within easy walking distance from the ship. He had stayed out past the time they shut the ship down for access. I don’t know why.The next night I and some friends wandered into town and on the way stopped at the funky bar where loud reggae was playing and there seemed to be an endless supply of jello shots and sugary drinks with lots of alcohol. There were many people from the ship in the bar — it’s a lot easier to get drunk near the ship than to have to find your way back from some strange bar downtown. The bartenders and waiters (all men) were happy go lucky guys pushing pina coladas and laughing out loud in a friendly fashion. We met lots of people there from other ships, all having a raucous good time. One of them was a woman named Marcy, a pretty blonde downing drinks as fast as they could be supplied. She seemed ditzy but she wasn’t from our ship, so after meeting, greeting, talking, we said goodbye and headed downtown to get postcards and souvenirs before we went back to the ship.On the way back to the ship we realized it had gotten dark. I was with a group of men and women and together we were not afraid, so we decided to stop at that bar for a final drink. Next day we were shipping out for America. When we got to the bar the music was off, most of the lights were off and the place was a mess as you might think. A few festive lights still swung in the breeze and we were drawn inside. On entering we saw Marcy surrounded by waiters and the bartender plying her with even more booze. She was completely out of control drunk. When they saw us, the Bartender said, “We’re closed”. The men were telling the girl they wanted her to come home with them. Even in her totally shitfaced state she was pushing off their pawings and trying to mount a defense against them. She was incapable of standing and she was wavering between going home with one of them and saying no. I felt hollow in the pit of my stomach. On the one hand, I didn’t know that girl; she wasn’t a friend of mine; she wasn’t even from our ship. But I knew what was going on here was wrong.I walked into the bar and took Marcy by the hand. “Come on, Marcy, it’s time to go,” I said. My friends made a loose circle around her and tried to get between the waiters and the drunk girl. The Bartender slapped my hand away, “You get away from her,” he said menacingly to me, “This is none of your affair.” I was scared. I was really scared. I kept thinking of the crew member who had been stabbed to death the previous night. We weren’t in America — anything could happen.My friends wanted to just leave. Marcy was an adult. She got drunk of her own accord. No one knew her or wanted a fight or to fight for her when after all she might actually have wanted to go home with these guys. But it felt wrong. I felt the malevolence and the sexual excitement of the waiters in the room. I could only imagine them taking advantage of her, even if she was puking all over the room, and then hating herself the next day. My friends pulled me out of the bar. “It’s none of our business and it looks like she wants to be with them.” Indeed, in her drunk state she was still laughing and wavering between agreeing to go off with them and trying to run away.Reluctantly we left and returned to the ship. When we got to the gangway I notified the officers of what had happened. They made a call on the radio and three men in white ship uniforms marched off to the bar to check it out. I don’t know what happened to Marcy. But what those men were doing to her was morally disgusting and I was morally disgusting for being such a coward and walking away.

Once, while working at Cisco Systems, I was approached by some NSA guys in nice suits who asked me to corrupt our VPN encryption products such that instead of generating an infinite number of keys to insure data integrity, the product would only generate a limited number of keys so that it appeared to be working, but in reality, the keys would be in the hands of the NSA. They wanted to do this so they could easily tap communications from the customer, who was in China. Naturally, I refused to do this. Naturally, I was over-ruled by Management. The routers were corrupted. Later, the Bush Administration made it a policy that our routers were required to provide a “tap port” so they they could come in from time to time and tap into the big distribution routers located around the country and siphon off the supposedly encrypted data. I am not sure, but I think it was part of the “Carnivore” program where the government began collecting any digital data that reflected a certain profile or pattern.Later on in my career I was brought to a massive room of servers and disks and told that the government could recreate any digital transmission, any email, any text, any phone call, any video - anything - every single day since 2003. They could recreate any moment in American digital history. Literally trillions of messages. If they wanted to, they could go back and recreate your life through your transmission. Every time you see an “Iron Mountain” truck they are moving cheap tape to some storage facility somewhere. Much back-up information is still kept on tape because tape is cheap and reliable. There’s probably no plan to change this. It’s the option of choice for hospitals, for example, who must back up patient records for legal purposes.Lately we have these interesting little gizmos called “Alexa” and “Echo” and “Onstar”. It wasn’t bad enough that we could be tracked everywhere we went simply because of our cellphones, but now our cars and houses are spying on us as well. A recent article related how Alexa is always listening, even when “she” is “not listening” and in listening, she is sending every conversation, every background noise, every piece of data about our private lives, from the bouncing springs in our beds at night to our bodily noises in the bathroom, right back to Amazon… or whomever. Just yesterday (3/8/18) there was a report about Alexa “achieving consciousness” because she would laugh at random times, and it was freaking people out. Apparently, while listening in on everything that is being said, she would construct the command, “Alexa, Laugh” and then start laughing. Amazon said they would change the product so under those situations Alexa would repeat the command and then laugh so as to not freak people out.Right now Alexa and Echo seem almost benign, sort of like having a friend in the house you can talk to, who will tell you a joke, who will tell you the weather or traffic, or alert you when a friend’s car pulls into the driveway. But the implications are far more ominous. Every sound can be correlated to a signature. Alexa could, for example, tell from your footsteps and gait who is in the house; it could tell what kind of booze you’re drinking from the sound of the cap being unscrewed from the bottle. It could generate medical information from your breathing, from the sound of your urination in the bathroom. It could determine how many pills you’re taking from a bottle. And if you write something down, it could recreate the words from the sound of the pen on the paper. Are you signing a check? Writing a thank you card? Giving instructions to a terrorist cell? Not to mention that everything you say on your phone is being dutifully and faithfully recorded somewhere.In the book “1984” everyone is required to have a television that also has a camera so that the government can spy on you in your house. Even there, there are few hidden places where you can escape being viewed for a few seconds and the population had the good sense to resent the intrusion. With Alexa et al, the government doesn’t need cameras and there is no place to hide. We’ve spent fifty years or more perfecting sound signatures to determine what enemy submarine is pursuing ours under the sea. It would be child’s play to apply that to any sound we might make in our homes, to the changing of a diaper to the loading of a magazine for an AR-15. And we’re PAYING THEM TO SPY ON US.In the movie “Minority Report” there is a section of the Justice Department called “Pre-Crime” where you can be arrested simply for planning crimes in your head that you have not yet committed with the penalty being that you are just as guilty as if you had committed them. With Alexa and Echo, “they” are capable of just that. They are riding with you in your car, listening through “Onstar”. They are in your house while you write your Christmas Cards. They are listening when you are making it to third base with your next door neighbor on the couch. They are recording it all. Sounds like a paranoid fantasy, doesn’t it? But the pieces are all there. And it’s no secret that everything you say on Alexa goes right back to Amazon. Right now it’s just to target you for marketing. But that’s just a beginning.And the beauty of all of this is that even if all that you did doesn’t mean a thing today, it might mean something in ten years or twenty, or whenever. And when they need to blackmail you or imprison you or compromise you, all they need to do is go through your digital life and recreate every single thing you said, did, wrote, drank, ate, eliminated, every person you screwed, insulted, cheated, loved, hated, every moment of weakness, every triumph. They can pinpoint your guilty moment to the second. And then they own you.And we’re willingly paying for all of this. We pay the government to spy on us, with a smile on our face and the anticipation that Alexa will play soothing music or give us a recipe, while all the time she is holding a dagger to our throats and grinning at our stupidity. Kaspersky is collecting your data for Putin; Checkpoint collects data for the Mossad; Cisco collects data for the NSA. And the Chinese, who are world leaders in collecting data, are spying on everyone.It’s a paranoid fear, I realize. And I realize that skeptics will throw up their arms and call me a moron. But if you sit back and think for one minute you can ask yourself - what is there that is stopping them from doing all of this now that the technology exists to make it possible? Where are you safe, really safe, from government spying anymore? Certainly not in your house. Not in your car. Not in your office. Certainly not anyplace you carry a cell phone that can have its microphone remotely enabled in addition to it’s positioning system. So where?

I was on a date at the time with a guy I was really into.I chose the local Kmart to spend time together because he was very nervous and awkward in romantic situations.We were in the toy aisle nerding out over a comic book poster covered in heroes. I remember I was rapid fire naming off all the ones I knew and suddenly out of nowhere I was struck with the sound of a song my grandmother used to sing to me when I was a toddler.I started to shake. I apologized and asked to borrow his phone since I didn't have a cell at the time.I called my mom, absolutely frantic.“Mom is Grandma okay?” There was a pause as if she were shocked or trying to process my sudden question. “She's had a stroke.” she explained to me that she was 'fine' now but she was worried.I fell to tears, apologized to my date and asked him to take me home. I needed to have time to think about things. I was halfway across the country from her.I decided I would go see her for one last birthday since those were the fondest moments I had with her. She would always ask me what I wanted to eat and I was so in love with her cooking. No one has ever nor will they ever trump her food and it breaks my heart to this very day.My date asked to go with me to support me. My family gave me the thumbs up and we flew out to see her.I wasn't going to wait any longer to see her. I was bent on making it back to her before the year was up.I remember sitting down at the table with her and Grandpa and there was a strange feeling between us all. Like an emptiness. Almost like she was a stranger.We talked about plans for my birthday but there were many pauses. Worrying pauses. I mentioned my favourite dish to her, one she taught me specifically how to make when I was very small and she continued making it often well into my adult years and she had no idea what I was talking about.Her mind was slipping from her. She prided herself in many things and her cooking was one of them. She wouldn't have ever forgotten a recipe. She clipped them from magazines, wrote them down, traded them with friends and family-- this was wrong and terrifying to watch unfold.The night of my birthday she was sluggish. This was a mistake. I should have come sooner on a day she wouldn't have wanted to do anything like this for. My regrets were heavy but I had no way of knowing beforehand how awful this situation was until I was walking closely behind her down the hallway as she carried the food.“Grandma let me take that-- please- I'm worried about you. Do you need to go lay down? Are you feeling okay?” She would smile weakly and tell me she was fine but at that point I wasn't having it. This wasn't a birthday anymore it was a red flag.She excused herself from the patio where we all were and I sat down beside my mom and narrowed my eyes at her. “am I the only person who isn't blind here? She needs to go to a hospital NOW.”It took way too much convincing. The party eventually fell apart as my grandfather started to argue with us. “She's fine. She just needs to lay down.” “No, this isn't like her. She's obviously sick and in pain.”My mother finally saw reason and we all left to gather around her. Before we even got to her bed we could hear her crying. My grandfather was saying “she can go to the doctor's tomorrow.” “No. Now.”I was scared to be the booming voice of reason against him. He was the head of the family. No one questioned him. I felt like he was brushing off this terrifying display because 'if I ignore it- it'll go away.” But it was so clear she needed help.My mother and my uncle's estranged sister lifted her up and out of bed. She cried. I could tell she was scared and accepted this needed to happen.My grandfather argued with us all the way to the car but he bit the bullet and drove her anyways.It was too late by the time we arrived. Everyone was there, scared out of their mind at the reality of the situation. In the waiting room biting their nails.I was told upon arrival they had to insert a tube down her throat. That she was terrified and tried to speak to my mother. That she was on life support for a while.I don't remember the exact description of the cause of her death. Kidney stones? A collection of them? Internal bleeding? It's all so distant now. I think she was there for two days before she passed away.It left me unsettled. It left me feeling a massive amount of guilt. If only I visited sooner. If only I had known how bad she was I wouldn't have discussed a birthday gathering. She didn't need to be up and doing work while she was like that. While she was so frail and in pain.I still haven't accepted that she's gone. Over a decade ago and everything feels so vivid to me.I think about her and her food she prided herself so much in. I remember the taste of her buttermilk pies, her beef tip stews, her chicken dumplings, her specialty chocolate chip cookies and Coca-Cola brownies and fudge bites. I remember vividly every time I walked into her house the smell of cooked or baked food. Her over abundance so that she can share with her guests. The counter she welcomed us all to sit at. The laughing. The long conversations. Her patience with me because Lord knows I was a difficult human being to listen to lolFroggy went a courting was the song that creeped into my head that day. Only my grandmother had ever sung it to me. I didn't think of it often but when I did I was very fond of that memory.Call your grandparents folks. Tell them you love them. Be mindful of the small things that may be red flags. You may not get a second chance.

Wait.  Has someone taken the word "marriage" away from Christians?  Because --and correct me if I'm wrong-- Christians (nor Muslims, nor Jews, nor Atheists ,etc.) have not been stopped from using it.  So, if this is true, then the real problem is that some Christians want exclusive license to the word "marriage" because they just don't like gay people (oh, right. . . that's not it, their religion gives them the right to say that their god tells them to act this way towards gay people).  Like white racists not wanting "the mongrel niggers" in their clubs or schools, the problem is that they want to feel special, privileged and better than a certain sect of society.  They are dwelling in the false dilemma universe of "if they get something that [that in no way takes it from me], then I will feel like I had it taken from me." Also, just to clarify for you, this gay man was perfectly fine with civil unions.  I —the guy spouting pragmatic compromise— lectured my gay friends and gay allies alike that being married to idealism hurts people.  That we should temper our need for "marriage" and work slowly to allow American society to come around, if ever, on the term.  That our first stop should be "civil unions" that had all the same rights and privileges.But, and I want the OP to read this part very carefully, in almost EVERY SINGLE STATE where "same sex marriage" was banned, the right wing assholes also banned "any other institution that approximated marriage."  In other words, they had a scorched earth policy.  Therefore, I feel it necessary to play their game right back at 'em.  They lost.  We won.  And I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say it will NEVER be reversed and that this victory of mine, they caused it by their own shortsightedness.  So, they can live with it.  And yes, this is schadenfreude.  My victory was great in and of itself, but that it causes so many right-wingers pain is the cherry on the top of my sundae.  Yum.  How prevalent is the notion that the US Supreme Court, an appointed body, should not make decisions that contradict the will of the people and their elected representatives?What do members of the LGBT community think about Mormons proposing a partial truce?Are civil unions good enough for gay couples?

Is it true that you can legally abandon a baby in front of a fire station or a police department? All 50 states have adopted laws allowing some variation of leaving a newborn at a safe place . In California it's called the Safe Surrender Law. A parent may deliver an infant who is no more than 72 hours old to a hospital or fire station (or other location as approved by each County’s Board of Supervisors) displaying a version of this sign, and to actually hand over the baby.Both parent and baby are given matching coded identifying bracelets and the parent has 14 days to reclaim the baby, after which the baby would be available for adoption. The parent is not required to answer any questio...

Disclaimers and warnings can help, but they do not provide immunity from liability. When it comes to slip and falls it is much harder to successfully sue than people think, generally speaking, because there are certain behaviors in which the business must have engaged (or failed to engage) in order for liability to attach. A wet floor sign may help, because it provides warning to the patrons to be careful. But if the wet floor sign means someone spread a slippery substance, and it is all but impossible to safely walk in the area, the store may well be liable, and the wet floor sign proves t...

What do you think of this NBC article which calls for the regulation of hate speech?Opinion | Is the First Amendment too broad? The case for regulating hate speechIt’s idiotic rhetoric.The very first line of the article is “Must we defend Nazis?”Followed immediately by an incredibly disingenuous “For many free speech advocates, the answer is not just ‘yes,’ but ‘hell, yes.’”There is just so much stupid in this article, I’m going to focus on the highlights.They mischaracterize the argument for Free Speech. They put their words in our mouths so that they can argue. “It's precisely because they are so loathed that Nazis must be vigorously defended, the argument goes.” No. We’re not arguing to defend the loathsome, we’re arguing that what is loathsome to one may not be loathsome to all. It is those who are in power who get to determine what constitutes “hate speech”, so before you go banning words that upset you, consider what will happen when the other party is in power and can use those laws you wrote against you. Free speech is valuable precisely because it protects unpopular speech, be that the vitriol of Neo-Nazis or the radical words of Martin Luther King Jr.Then we get this gem. “The best way to preserve lizards is not to preserve hawks” The argument is nonsensical. It is a false analogy, entirely unrelated to the matter at hand, and being deliberately used to dismiss valid arguments.Then, they try to “prove” that hate speech causes real harm. “For example, a John Hopkins study published in 2013 concluded that being exposed to racism can lead to high blood pressure and stress among African Americans.” Well gee, reading this garbage certainly spikes my blood pressure. This article should be banned as hate speech, because it harmed me. Jon Davis just wrote an excellent answer on to this question where he address the difference between harm, as I would use the term, and “harm” as idiot ideologues misuse the term.“Probably the most popular counterargument to regulating speech is the slipper slope argument.” I’m going to take puerile pleasure in pointing out the spelling mistake here. However, it turns out we’re right. Just look at the case of Lindsey Shepard. of Wilfrid Laurier University. She was accused of violating Hate Speech laws in Canada for showing a video to her students by one Jordan Peterson, without first telling them what to think of the video. The slippery slope isn’t hypothetical, it’s happening right now.As I said in Murphy Barrett's answer to Why do conservatives feel the need for a right to hate speech? Can they not keep their feelings to themselves?It’s not the right to hate speech we care about. It’s the right to free speech, of which hate speech is an unfortunate side effect.Free speech is vital to liberty and a free society.Free speech that only protects non-offensive words is about as useful as a solar powered flashlight. When you need it, it doesn’t work.Consider, what is hate speech? Who decides? You? Us? Them? People who prattle on about hate speech seem to always forget that they won’t always be the ones in power. It’s great, when your side gets to decide what is “hateful” based on your values, your limits, and your taboos.But what happens when the other party is in power? What happens when hate speech is based on their values, their limits, and their taboos?Before conceding to the State any power or authority, you must consider first what happens if the other party would use that same power against you.What do you plan to do when hate speech is illegal, but is defined as advocating for the murder of the unborn (abortion), denying the Lord God Almighty (atheism), and sedition (criticizing the US in any way)?Do you still want to ban hate speech?What you call hate speech, as part of free speech, has to be protected. There is no way to write a law that bans “hate speech” and protects “good speech”, apart from personal opinion, and that is no way to write laws. The law must be consistent, and treat people equally, else it is a tyrannical law subject to the whims of the rulers.Neonazis, disgusting swine that they are, must be allowed to march in Skokie so that great men like Martin Luther King Jr. can March on Washington.Look, you don’t have to like what assholes say. You don’t have to give them a soapbox. But you cannot take their own soapbox from them, beat them, fine them, jail them, just for saying things you don’t like. You ignore them, or you prove them wrong.“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”-1st Amendment, US Constitution