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Minutes later, Kinzer returned on foot wearing body armor and armed with an AR-15-style rifle. He opened fire on the family. No one in the family was hit, but vehicles were damaged.

A Marine veteran relative returned fire, wounding Kinzer. Kinzer was arrested and charged with aggravated assault. He was released the very next day on a $5,000 bond.

The family is calling for hate crime enhancements and more serious charges. Ring camera footage and witness accounts captured the incident. This is unacceptable. No family should have to experience terror like this while celebrating together.

The next day TV: "Our hands are clean. We were just trolling everyone, playing it up for the absurdity." Officials: "We were the ones holding this sinking ship together!" Military: "Not our call. We don't make the rules, we just follow 'em." Teachers: "Barely getting by on peanuts. Gotta put food on the table, right?" Celebrities: "Politics? Not my circus, not my monkeys."

A remarkable life in poetry across four decades unfolds in the pages of Cynthia Zarin’s Next Day: New and Selected Poems. Here’s her “Bruise,” from about midway through the journey.

Bruise

          Black bruise an inch below my knee; white bone, my      kneecap wrenched askew;

          knee a blind eye, bruise a shiner, the pair of them two      goggle-eyes, bridged by

          a shiny, half-moon scar. A battered aviatrix? She      flies above a dream island.

          At three, I fell from a knee-high curb. Mind yourself,      I hear the voices say,

          when decades later, in the bath, my knee, drowned      face, knucklehead, rises

          above the water table, volcano with its violet flame.      Bedpost? Doorjamb?

          The hours last week turned to glass? And if asked      to swear to it, say

          what’s to blame? The mind trolls, reels back,      and begins, and begins

          again to prove how if I’d only done that one thing—      but there are so many.

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fucking. done.

...with BG3 modding. I didn't even have to do anything this time and it fucking broke...

This is at least half the reason I gave up playing before. You'd think after all the patches this problem would be over. Yes, I could play vanilla, but you could also go fuck yourself so...

Editing to add pics of the issue, cause honestly I could handle being called an idiot as to why it isn't working at this point as long as it worked again.

Just wanted to create a random Oc 🧍‍♂️