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MIT Offers City Car for the Masses
MIT's stackable electric car, a project to improve urban transportation will make its debut this week in Milan. "The City Car, a design project under way at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, is envisioned as a two-seater electric vehicle powered by lithium-ion batteries. It would weigh between 1,000 and 1,200 pounds and could collapse, then stack like a shopping cart with six to eight fitting into a typical parking space. It isn't just a car, but is designed as a system of shared cars with kiosks at locations around a city or small community."
1) How do you get your car out when its part of the middle of a stack?
2) Would you want everyone else's tire tracks on your car's body?
People don't care when its something like shopping carts were it's the store's property and it doesn't matter when it gets dinged or bent slightly when stored as part of a group. But do you really think people are going to be all okay with their own car being stacked/folded into a set with a bunch of strangers' cars?
there are thousands of assholes, right now, driving around in their hummers, thinking the oil is going to last forever, and that it doesn't hurt the environment, and doesn't hurt their children/ neighbors/ parents they send to the middle east
intellectual property law is philosophically incoherent. it is your moral duty to ignore it or sabotage it
Two words: Personal. Hygiene. It's not that hard to wash it every day or two, you should be doing that anyway. Maybe if you weren't so worried you'd go to hell for even touching it... Circumcision is primarily performed in in first-world countries among puritan-based societies because it makes masturbation more difficult. In my mind, aiding dogmatic repression of a harmless activity at the expense of utility and sensitivity is not just stupid, but highly unethical.
Rampant carbon sequestration destroyed the Dinosaurs' tropical paradise. I'm here to help repair the damage.
Circumcision is primarily performed in in first-world countries among puritan-based societies because it makes masturbation more difficult.
I remember when I started to realize I was different from other boys--it was in the 8th grade. We had gotten to that age when girls suddenly started to become more and more interesting, and forbidden pleasures on the Internet were all the rage. Hanging around after school, my friends would constantly show off the latest vulgarity they'd snuck out of a convenience store's magazine rack or about the girl with the most ample breasts. It was a haunting feeling that none of this aroused me. It was new, it was exciting, but none of it struck me deeply.
That is, until one day, when I was browsing Slashdot. It was another article about the Bill Gates' suspected involvement in Belgian pedophilia rings. A poster, who for confidentiality's sake I will call "Anonymous C.," had posted a link to a startling new development in the case, from a new agency located on Christmas Island. I clicked the link--the browser hesitated, no doubt due to the massive amount of traffic the site had received. Then, suddenly, he appeared... A fire burst forth in my loins, gripping my chest with an exhilaration I never new existed. Two and a half hours later, when I had finished masturbating to the picture, I clicked Anonymous C.'s profile and went through is journal.
Tubgirl, lemon party--the list went on, each one more thrilling than the last.
Well, years went by, and middle school turned to high school, high school to college, and college to law school, and law school to a firm. In the meantime, I'd managed to become quite successful academically, and then professionally. My position afforded me great personal wealth, social status, and, finally, a beautiful wife. But, my great darkness was soon to surface, ready to swallow all that I had built for myself.
It was the wedding night, my wife and I were exhausted from the ceremony and reception, and collapsed into bed. She was hungry, and mounted me, undressing with a wild look in her eyes. I wanted too, but I couldn't. I tried to play along, but there was an emptiness--no, a longing. A longing for that which she could not give me, no matter how she tried. It was then I knew, I was a shocksiteophile.
Two years had passed, and, with the exception of several abortive attempts following the wedding, our marriage had not yet been consummated. On my in-laws' advice, I went to visit our rabbi one afternoon. At first it was awkward, sitting before his mahogany desk, being pressed on these matters--I tried to hold back, but knowing that my marriage was at stake, there was no recourse left but to open the floodgates. There, for ten, fifteen minutes I ranted and raved--from my first introduction by Anonymous C., to sneaking tubgirl visits between clients--everything came out.
Finally, fully exposed before my rabbi, I fell silent. A slight grin spread across his lips. Terror gripped me. "My son," he said, "you have nothing to fear, for this is all part of our covenant with G-d." He rotated his monitor 180 to face me. There, blown up to full-screen was hello.jpg. "You see, the of your circumcision was the first step on a great journey. The foreskin is an impenetrable barrier to sexual development that must be broken down. Consider the apes; do they engage in watersports while clad in latex bodysuits? No. Free from it, we Cut Ones are able to expand our horizons far beyond mere procreation to those experiences which separate us from the beasts of the field."
"You," he continued, "however, are especially blessed--and it is your time which has come. Centuries--nay, millennia--of spanking, femdom, and countless other perversions have played their course, preparing our kind for a glorious future. A future of sex entirely based on shock sites. When the tide comes, my son, you will be a general leading the forces of humanity into a new era, where givers are free to give and