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Here are some more “ambiguous” phrases which courts have found DO NOT invoke your right to a lawyer:

“Maybe I should speak to my lawyer first.”

“I might like a lawyer.”

“I think I should have a lawyer present for this.”

“Could I speak to my lawyer first?”

“How long until my lawyer gets here?”

And perhaps most egregiously – “Get me a lawyer, dawg – ‘cause this is not what’s up.”

Here are the magic phrases which you need to know if you want to invoke your Miranda rights:

1) “Am I free to leave?”

It’s worth asking this even if the answer is obvious. Even if the officer does not let you leave, by forcing them to admit that you are not free to leave, you are creating a record which your attorney can use to prove that you were in custody. Miranda rights only apply if the interrogation is custodial, meaning that police officers will frequently claim that their suspects were “not in custody” to get around their Miranda rights.

2) “I am invoking my right to remain silent.”

Simply staying silent will not invoke your right to remain silent. As absurd as this is, you must explicitly say that you are invoking your right to remain silent in order to invoke that right.

3) “I am invoking my right to an attorney.”

As stated above, you must be not only clear and unambiguous, but clear and legally unambiguous. Don’t get cute. Don’t get sassy. And on the flip side, don’t get intimidated and use verbal ticks to minimize your request. Say the line with those words exactly – say it clearly, and say it once, and then say nothing else.

Because even after you’ve done all this, the police can still try to get you to talk. They’re not supposed to interrogate you, but they’re allowed to make casual conversation, and if that conversation just happens to circle back around to the thing they wanted to question you about, well, that’s really your fault for talking after you said you wouldn’t, isn’t it? Can’t possibly fault the poor officers when you initiated – if you really wanted to have your rights respected, you wouldn’t have talked to them in the first place.

The police know this, and they will mercilessly exploit this loophole. So, once you’ve successfully invoked your Miranda rights, any and all conversation you have with police officers will put those rights back into jeopardy. 

Putting it all together:

Ask: “Am I free to leave?”

If they say no, say: “I am invoking my right to remain silent and I am invoking my right to an attorney.”

And then shut up and do not say a single thing to them for any reason whatsoever until you have actually spoken to an attorney. Yes, even if it takes hours. Yes, even if they start talking to you about something else.

Finally, a very important disclaimer:

Every single cop lies. Every single cop lies and manipulates and twists the situation around to get a confession. Even when they know that the person is innocent, even when they know that what they have isn’t enough to convict someone, even when they know that that confession has been made under duress or manipulation. All they care about is getting anything to put someone behind bars.

My name is Raneen, I am 23 years old, married, and from Gaza.

I used to live a simple and warm life in a home filled with love, joy, and safety.

We had dreams for the future and lived peacefully. But since October 7, our lives have turned into an endless nightmare.

The war destroyed everything beautiful in our lives and stole our sense of security, stability, and even our ability to dream.

My father was killed while trying to provide food for my siblings, leaving behind unbearable pain and sorrow.

As for me, I lost four babies during pregnancy because of malnutrition, lack of medical care, and the absence of proper treatment.

Every time I lost a child, it felt as if a part of my soul died with them.

Today, I live with an even greater fear. My son, Mohammed, suffers from severe and dangerous lung infections caused by the smoke and toxic gases from bombings and missiles.

His condition is getting worse day after day.

I am also six months pregnant, and doctors told me that my pregnancy is at serious risk and that I urgently need intensive treatment, medication, and continuous medical care to protect my unborn baby.

But the cost of treatment is far beyond what we can afford, and we can barely find enough food to survive.

Every day we live surrounded by fear, hunger, illness, and bombardment. We no longer have a safe home or a stable life only destruction, cold, and terror.

Please, do not leave me alone in this suffering.

I desperately need help to provide urgent treatment for my son Mohammed and for myself. I also need help obtaining passports so we can leave Gaza and reach a safe place before it is too late.

Any donation, share, or prayer could help save our lives and give my children a chance to live.

Please save me and my children… we are living between life and death every single day.

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She played bass on 10,000 songs, including the most-played track of the twentieth century. She was paid $55 per session. Her name never appeared on the albums.

Gold Star Studios, Los Angeles, 1964. A woman in a cardigan walks past the receptionist, a Fender Precision bass in her hand like a briefcase. She doesn’t sign autographs. She signs a timesheet.

Her name is Carol Kaye. In three hours, she will record what will become the most-played track of the twentieth century. She’ll pocket fifty-five dollars and head to another studio, on the other side of town, for the next session.

The record label will never put her name on the album.

Between 1957 and 1973, Carol Kaye took part in roughly 10,000 recording sessions. Not as the featured artist, not as a guest, but as a hired hand. She was part of an anonymous collective nicknamed The Wrecking Crew—elite studio musicians who actually played the instruments on your favorite records while the famous bands posed for promotional photos.

The work was relentless. Three albums before the day was over. Stale coffee in paper cups. No rehearsal. The charts arrived minutes before the tape rolled. If you couldn’t read a chart and nail the take in two tries, you didn’t get called for the next session.

Carol could do it on the first try.

She started playing guitar in grimy bars at fourteen because her family couldn’t pay the electric bill. Music wasn’t a romantic dream for her. It was survival. It was a job—factory work with better acoustics and lower pay.

But she was faster and sharper than almost everyone else. She corrected charts in pencil while the producer was still explaining what he wanted. In one session in 1968, she told a famous producer his arrangement sounded like a dying dog. She chose her own line. They kept her version.

That descending bass line that drives the Beach Boys’ “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”? Carol Kaye. The propulsive groove of “These Boots Are Made for Walkin’”? Carol Kaye. The acoustic-guitar intro to “La Bamba”? Carol Kaye. The iconic theme from Mission: Impossible? Carol Kaye.

She invented techniques on the spot, out of sheer necessity. When the bass sound was too muddy for AM radio, she stuck felt under the strings and used a hard pick instead of her fingers. The tone cut through the static like a blade. It became the sonic signature that defined 1960s pop.

Bassists spent years—decades—trying to crack the secret of the Beach Boys’ gear to get that sound. They were studying the wrong people. They should have been studying Carol.

She received no royalties. No residuals. No gold-record ceremony. No credit on the album sleeves. When “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” hit number one, Carol was already back in a studio cutting a soap jingle.

The biggest bands mimed her bass lines on TV variety shows. New York marketing departments decided a mom in classic clothes didn’t fit the rebellious-youth image they were selling. So they simply left her name off the album credits.

For thirty years, almost no one cared. The truth only began to surface in the late 1990s, when music researchers found the same union contract numbers on thousands of hit records. The very documents meant to preserve studio musicians’ anonymity betrayed them.

Think about it. Every time you heard “Good Vibrations,” “River Deep – Mountain High,” the Righteous Brothers, Nancy Sinatra, or Sonny and Cher, you were hearing Carol Kaye. She composed the soundtrack of an entire generation’s youth.

And yet the records still say nothing. She’s now over eighty. She wrote instructional books. She trained countless bassists. She is finally starting to be recognized by music historians who uncovered the truth about The Wrecking Crew.

But she never got what she deserved: her name on those albums. Credit for the music that defined an era. Recognition that those bass lines everyone associates with the “Beach Boys” were, in fact, Carol Kaye’s.

Fifty-five dollars a session. Ten thousand sessions. The most-played track of the twentieth century.

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um my grandfather died last week and unfortunately I’m all over the place. I needed to make this post days ago but I’m $500 short on my rent this month. I know everyone is struggling; anything helps genuinely. It’s due by the first

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Hey everyone. My family is still struggling with homelessness and, while I try to secure a new job, we really need support so we can survive this rough spot. I might have a job opportunity opening soon but there is no telling how long it will take for them to finish with the worker assessments. We've been unable to make ends meet and my wife and I have been struggling a lot with pain and illness. I'm doing my best to keep us afloat but we have been getting less and less each month so we're barely hanging on. Right now, we need help affording a place to rest, food, toiletries, and keeping our car running so I can use it for work. Morale has been very low and we really can't do this alone, so any help is greatly appreciated.

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hi, so i'm just gonna be brutally honest. life is absolutely fucking with me right now. my fiance got fired, through no fault of his own, i can't pick up hours at my job, i've been fucking trying for weeks. and i'd love to doordash on the side but i need new tires so there's that fiasco. i'm doing everything and saving where i can but i need help paying my mortgage and internet bill (50 for that and then 250 for mortgage) please. i have a plumber bill in the mail (cause ofc toilet wasn't working that's how life goes doesn't it lmao) i have to pay off my vacuum and payments on amazon,like every step i take i just get pushed 50 steps back. if you can't give anything a kind message or even a prayer would mean the world. i'll take this down when i get the amount. and i thank you for taking the time to listen bc this is literally the last thing i wanna be doing rn and i dread making this post. literally have $45 to my name after bills this pay period lollllll. but again, thank you for listening i appreciate it 🩷 i am thankful for the community i have on here.

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A friend of mine recently became homeless. Her nerve damage has gotten so bad that she's disabled and unable to work anymore. She doesn't have reliable family to help out, the rest of her (now former) friends really hurt and totally abandoned her, and she has no money. On top of this, the only real supportive family member she did have just passed away, and she's understandably in mourning.

She's working on getting on disability, but as anyone familiar with the experience can tell you, it's a very long process. She needs to be able to afford things like food in order to survive in the meantime. With no other options, she asked my partner and I if we could set her up a GFM, which is linked below:

Amber requested that I share these images with everyone.

She informed me that she's being expected to pay over $3000 in fines by May 15 for damages done by her family who did so under her name and with her credit information. She has not been able to afford to eat anything today, either, so she's still very much in need of shares and donations.

Thank you so much once more for all of the compassion, selflessness, and generosity that so many of you have been extending to her. She's not used to it from even her own family, let alone total strangers, so it's really doing a lot for her even beyond financially. 💚 I will continue to post updates on here, GFM, and BlueSky.

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It's been several days since the last donation. Amber is still in the process of trying to get on disability and therefore still without income. The deadline for the fines is in 2 weeks. She has no money for transportation to upcoming appointments that are vital for the process of getting on disability. She has fortunately been able to get to a food bank so she can still eat! But she's otherwise been very depressed lately, struggling to not lose hope.

To be blunt: I'm extremely worried about my friend and her safety.

Hola, I'm Calli, a mexican trans nonbinary parent, both me and my partner are chronically ill, suffer from chronic pain and have to navigate life with our disabilities almost without any aids, just recently we were able to get him a cane. This has left us unemployed, you can imagine without any special talents or degrees it's been impossible to find stable jobs.

We also take care of my in-laws, who are elderly, chronically ill and disabled.

I'm ashamed to admit that mutual aid has been our main source of income with our declining health. This has made us target for harassment and fucked our opportunities of keeping our family fed.

Right now our biggest priority is help our son get testosterone every week until his next appointment on July.

A friend has offered to help us raise funds to keep us afloat if you're interested in art commissions.

Our last post we got accused of being a bot even tho I've had my blog since 2013

My oldest post in my archive

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All the shit keeps that keeps piling on

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We've been living in this moldy house which is also falling apart for the past 8 years, some of us have already been irreversible affected by the mold, but we can't move anywhere that can tolerate a family with 3 trans people and a couple with kids who refuse to marry.

$45/$600*

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We're already 2 days late for his shot, please!!!!

We were not able to afford the safe foods for my mother in law and me, everything is getting more expensive.

Is there someone who can donate a binder(s) for my son? He hasn't been able to go out of the house the entirety of 2026. I AM BEGGING!!!!

Not to mention all the other problems we can't afford to take care of....

Y a este paso tampoco vamos a tener para comer.