The puppy was being trained for hunting. Meaning she killed her for doing exactly what she was being trained to do. Of course she wouldn't know there are some animals she shouldn't chase.
Oh, and this is not a one-off thing from Noem either. She also mentions shooting and killing a male goat for "chasing her kids".
In any case, I worry when someone's solution to completely fixable issues with other living beings is to just kill them.
"Hands look fine so probably not AI, nothing weird in the reflection behind her... Why is there a picture of Hitler on the wall?"
No worries here. Just showing that alternative formats exist to anyone who doesn't want to post Steven Crowder.
Ah, the "except" in Amendment XIII.
the current to cross your heart
Gives a whole new meaning to "cross my heart and hope to die".
He's still mad at those researchers for scraping the data that shows that ever since he took over, the antisemitism, racism and general bigotry has gone up on the platform.
Personal tl;dr:
Now we just need companies to have their own militaries and then for someone to nuke one of their towers. We'd have the whole nine yards.
Yes. The cruelty is the point.
Years ago, I was into Geocaching. For the uninitiated, users hide small caches around the world, and the cache usually includes at least a log where people who find the cache can mark their visit. The coordinates of the cache are marked on the Geocaching website and people use GPS to locate it.
I thought it was finally time I'd put one of my own caches out for people to find, so I went to scout out possible locations for it. It was late autumn and was still light out. I knew that I wanted to put it on a nature trail I liked to walk so I went there.
One thing to know about late autumn up here in the Nordics is that it gets really dark really fast, meaning I was enveloped by a dark forest pretty quickly after making it to the trail. No matter, I thought, I had my phone and it had a flashlight, so I kept going, despite it having low battery (which, in hindsight, was a mistake).
I found a spot for the cache at about the halfway point of the trail and made a mental note of it, planning to come put it there during the limited daylight hours.
And soon after... Lights out. Phone was dead and I was in total darkness. Ambient light was close to non-existent due to how cloudy it was. I felt a bit panicked about the situation but kept going, feeling around with my feet to make sure I wouldn't walk off the trail.
Lucky for me, I was quite familiar with the trail and eventually managed to come out the other end on a gravel road that was also unlit but at least easier to traverse and eventually got back home.
Not the scariest possible experience, but you can imagine how it feels to walk through a silent, damp forest in pitch black darkness while trying to feel your way out. Not sure I would have fared this well if the trail was unfamiliar.
I did get the Geocache out there the next day, and it remained there until I moved out of the area.
Swift as the coursing river?
You're also wrong. He's a singer known as Freddie. And I don't know what kind of necromancy was used to get him on a chess board.