#NOpaywall hashtag - Bluesky

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51 minutes ago

A Complete, Brief(ish) Summary of ‘One Piece’ The Golden Age of Piracy has gone into full bloom...

"‘One Piece’ is over 1000 chapters long. How will we make this as brief as possible?"

#anime #NoPaywall #manga

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EditorDavePerry

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6 hours ago

Trump warns a 'whole civilization will die' if Iran deal isn't reached by his latest deadline - Sentinel Colorado REP CROW: "As I have said before, if servicemembers are asked to carry out illegal orders, they have a solemn duty to follow the law."

“As I have said before, if servicemembers are asked to carry out illegal orders, they have a solemn duty to follow the law.” — Rep Jason Crow

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#IranWar #WarCrimes #NoPaywall

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The Sentinel in Aurora

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6 hours ago

Trump warns a 'whole civilization will die' if Iran deal isn't reached by his latest deadline - Sentinel Colorado REP CROW: "As I have said before, if servicemembers are asked to carry out illegal orders, they have a solemn duty to follow the law."

“As I have said before, if servicemembers are asked to carry out illegal orders, they have a solemn duty to follow the law.” — Rep Jason Crow

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#IranWar #WarCrimes #NoPaywall

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EditorDavePerry

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15 hours ago

Aurora lawmakers delay decision on pact between police and ICE detention facility - Sentinel Colorado “Without this document, there will be ambiguity, and it becomes difficult to separate what is a criminal response versus immigration enforcement.”

'Without this document, there will be ambiguity, and it becomes difficult to separate what is a criminal response versus immigration enforcement'

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The Sentinel in Aurora

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15 hours ago

Aurora lawmakers delay decision on pact between police and ICE detention facility - Sentinel Colorado “Without this document, there will be ambiguity, and it becomes difficult to separate what is a criminal response versus immigration enforcement.”

'Without this document, there will be ambiguity, and it becomes difficult to separate what is a criminal response versus immigration enforcement'

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#AuroraCO #ICE #Immigration #NoPaywall

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EditorDavePerry

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17 hours ago

Water restrictions take effect now in Aurora as drought conditions worsen - Sentinel Colorado "This is a water supply crisis." - Marshall Brown

Water restrictions take effect now in Aurora as drought conditions worsen

'This is a water supply crisis'

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#AuroraCO #Drought #NoPaywall

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The Sentinel in Aurora

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17 hours ago

Water restrictions take effect now in Aurora as drought conditions worsen - Sentinel Colorado "This is a water supply crisis." - Marshall Brown

Water restrictions take effect now in Aurora as drought conditions worsen

'This is a water supply crisis'

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#AuroraCO #Drought #NoPaywall

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The Ugly Monster (Oscar)

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1 day ago

‘Queer’ is a Highly Entertaining, Heartfelt Look at Loneliness and Connection Luca Guadagnino’s alcohol-fuelled tale is a woozy stroll through picturesque backdrops and lonely psyches

"This is a tale of a man who loves to love, yet struggles to find an outlet for the depths of that feeling even when he’s in the arms of someone he cares for deeply."

#Queer #movies #NoPaywall

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Robert Kingett

@weirdwriter.caneandable.social.ap.brid.gy

1 day ago

The First Snowfall At this time of the year, my world always begins to lose its voice. Not because the crushing weight of bureaucracy muffles it, but because the elements are putting the acoustics of my soundscape to sleep for a little while. At least, until the summer. It does not happen instantaneously. It happens gradually, like a weary mother that wants to put her young ones to bed. It's a kind of magic that's a subtle erasure. Every year, I have no idea what will change first. This year— it was the car horns. When I step outside, it takes me minutes to discover that the percussive bark of a car horn three miles away has been dulled to a puff of buffeted air. The once bustling distant freeway quiets into a low, continuous, whisper, as if the roads themselves are closing their eyes, ready for a deep and intense sleep. This is always the first sign that snow has arrived. It's a spell, cast on the soundscapes of the world, a great, and profound, silencing. I pull on my coat and step outside. The air is the first thing I notice. It doesn't have a lingering smell of exhaust or the ghosts of other bodies before me. It is a metallic, all encompassing, cold that strips all nuances of the city's textures and scents. For a moment, the cold is the magic that encompasses the entire world. Then comes the movement. My foot leaves the safety of my apartment door. It moves forward. It sinks into a feeling that can't be described any other way than magic. My shoe comes to meet a soft, yielding, give. A sensation that feels like sinking into air. Air with an unexpected blend of solid structure to it. My foot descends deeper into the softness. Then, comes the sound. There's a percussively high pitched _crunch_ that's the lovely sound of a million tiny crystals, each a perfectly frozen star, breaking and scattering underneath my sole. It's a kind of worldly music. After gaining my balance, I take a tentative step, then another, then another. It's a two-part chord. First, the descent. Then, that satisfying CRUNCH. I am no longer walking. I am composing a rhythm against the most profound silence I will hear all year. This rhythm against silence helps to appreciate the miracle. Silence is the heart of the miracle. It isn't an absence. It is the presence of something else. It is the percussive sensation of mother nature putting the city under her blanket for the winter that creates a holy quiet. I stop walking, and then just stand still in the middle of the sidewalk. I tilt my head up, listening and feeling. I let individual flakes land on my skin, my lips radiating a smile of joyous wonder. I can almost feel each individual flake landing on me, kissing me gently with its presence before melting. Sighted people always say seeing is believing, as if there is no other truth. There's an alternative truth. You don't need to see to feel the magic landing on your skin. You don't need to see to witness the world being redecorated, one flake at a time. You don't need to see to listen to the world hold its breath. The only thing that's required is your patience and willingness to perceive. You just have to stand in the remade world and let it transform you. If you enjoyed this essay, you might enjoy American Christmas by Adriana Herrera.

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GripNoir

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1 day ago

In New Threats, Trump Seems Emboldened by a Successful Rescue

San Francisco was never a model of democratic governance gone wrong. But #NYT is a model of media sane-washing utter madness. Note the use of the word #emboldened in the title describing use of the f-bomb by the president of the United States.
#Gift #NoPaywall
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The Ugly Monster (Oscar)

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1 day ago

Grind Fiction Redefines Artistic Rebellion How the hyper-niche genre of neon anti-authority, street punk fiction powers the world

"What ties all Grind Fiction together are themes of artistic rebellion."

#gaming #comics #NoPaywall

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Pine Tree Activism

@pinetreeactivism.org

1 day ago

Forest Service Will Close Research Stations That Study Wildfire Risk

Here's the #NoPaywall version:

Forest Service Will Close Research Stations That Study Wildfire Risk

#ORGANIZE #RESIST #OPPOSE
#NonViolenceIsPower
#EveryEffortCounts
#GetInvolved

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The Ugly Monster (Oscar)

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2 days ago

The Problem With ‘Mr. Nobody Against Putin’ Is this heroic resistance or vainglorious petulance?

"...it’s worthwhile seeing and talking about what Russia is doing to its schoolkids."

The Problem With ‘Mr. Nobody Against Putin’

#politics #NoPaywall

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EditorDavePerry

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2 days ago

Record low snow bodes ill for water in Aurora and the drought-stricken West - Sentinel Colorado Aurora officials are poised to impose unusually early and strict water restrictions starting April 7.

ICYMI - Aurora officials are poised to impose unusually early and strict water restrictions starting April 7.

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#AuroraCO #Drought #NoPaywall

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The Sentinel in Aurora

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2 days ago

Record low snow bodes ill for water in Aurora and the drought-stricken West - Sentinel Colorado Aurora officials are poised to impose unusually early and strict water restrictions starting April 7.

ICYMI - Aurora officials are poised to impose unusually early and strict water restrictions starting April 7.

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#AuroraCO #Drought #NoPaywall

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AV🕯️ Ctrl+Alt+Del

@yappydagger.bsky.social

3 days ago

Iran War Live Updates: U.S. Rescues Downed Air Force Officer Deep Inside Iran, Officials Say

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EditorDavePerry

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3 days ago

SENTINEL MUSE: Oui! Un peu de pomp and Django close to home this weekend - Sentinel Colorado Your guide to everything cool and fun to do this weekend and beyond

SENTINEL MUSE: Oui! Un peu de pomp and Django close to home this weekend

Your guide to everything cool and fun to do this weekend and beyond

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#AuroraCO #WeekendVibe #NoPaywall

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The Sentinel in Aurora

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3 days ago

SENTINEL MUSE: Oui! Un peu de pomp and Django close to home this weekend - Sentinel Colorado Your guide to everything cool and fun to do this weekend and beyond

SENTINEL MUSE: Oui! Un peu de pomp and Django close to home this weekend

Your guide to everything cool and fun to do this weekend and beyond

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#AuroraCO #WeekendVibe #NoPaywall

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Chao-c'

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5 days ago

Original post on f.cz

Jak #ESA, tak kanadská vláda neváhají připomenout svůj podíl na probíhající mezinárodní misi #Artemis, kterou vede americká #NASA. Dnešní článek na českém zpravodajském portálu Seznam zprávy připomněl, že mezi subdodavatele patří i pražská firma #Advacam, která dodala radiační sensory HERA […]

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EditorDavePerry

@editordaveperry.bsky.social

6 days ago

Record low snow bodes ill for water in Aurora and the drought-stricken West - Sentinel Colorado Aurora officials are poised to impose unusually early and strict water restrictions starting April 7.

Aurora officials are poised to impose unusually early and strict water restrictions starting April 7.

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#AuroraCO #Drought #NoPaywall

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The Sentinel in Aurora

@sentinelcolorado.com

6 days ago

Record low snow bodes ill for water in Aurora and the drought-stricken West - Sentinel Colorado Aurora officials are poised to impose unusually early and strict water restrictions starting April 7.

Aurora officials are poised to impose unusually early and strict water restrictions starting April 7.

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#AuroraCO #Drought #NoPaywall

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Robert Kingett

@weirdwriter.caneandable.social.ap.brid.gy

6 days ago

A Bridge Made of Ableism. Listen to A Bridge Made of Ableism The air in the bank was thick with the scent of old money and new anxiety. It's a smell I know well. But today, another element was added to the mix: fear. It wasn't my fear. It was coming from the teller's window, and it was pointed, like a weapon, at a man whose only crime was his refusal to be invisible. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him. He was a presence. A tall, solid man, I guessed, from the way his sounds filled the space. He was Deaf and he was trying, with every fiber of his being, to communicate a problem. His sounds were not words. They were a raw, powerful, and deeply human expression of frustration—a series of sharp, guttural noises from deep in his chest. They were the sound of a man trying to tear a hole in the wall of silence that stood between him and the world. To me, the sounds were a language of pure, unfiltered emotion. They were eloquent. To the bank teller, they were a threat. "Sir, you need to calm down," she said, her voice a thin, reedy thing, tight with a fear born of ignorance. "I can't understand you if you're going to be aggressive." The man's frustrated noises grew louder, a feedback loop of misunderstanding. And then, A Black security guard I knew well spoke into something. "We got an agressive Black man here. I'm going to handle this." I could hear the soft, squeaking soles of his security guard's shoes moving closer. They were going to escalate. They were going to take this man's righteous frustration and label it as violence. They were going to break him rather than try to understand him. And my own history, the muscle memory of being misunderstood and dismissed, roared to life inside me. Not today. Not on my watch. I pulled out my phone, my fingers flying across the glass screen with a speed born of long practice. I opened the Notes app. I typed. I maxed out the font size. Then I stepped forward, into the current of fear. "Excuse me," I said to the security guard, my voice calm and steady, projecting just enough to cut through the tension. "Give us a minute, would you?" I tapped the Deaf man on the arm. When he looked towards me, I held my phone up, its screen a silent declaration. I couldn't see the man's face, but I felt the shift in the room. The angry, frustrated sounds stopped abruptly. There was a pause. A moment of pure, suspended silence. I felt him move closer, felt the warmth of his body as he leaned in to read the screen. The screen said: **I can help. What do you need? I'm blind but we can type back and forth.** And then, huge warm hands extracted the phone from my grasp. a new sound. The soft, rapid tapping of his finger on the glass of my phone. He was typing. A bridge had been built between my world of sound and his world of sight. A bridge made of light and text. His fingers flew, his message appearing beneath mine. **They froze my account. Said fraud. My rent is due today. They won't listen.** I typed back. **They're scared because they don't understand. Let me be your voice. I can interpret if you type. My ASL is basic and not fluent. I'll type what they say.** He tapped a single word. **Okay.** The second security guard had arrived, a heavy presence smelling of starched cotton and authority. "Sir, is there a problem here?" I turned my head toward the sound of his voice, keeping my phone held high. "There is no problem," I said calmly. "There is a communication barrier. This gentleman's name is Andre, and the bank has frozen his account in error on the day his rent is due. He has been trying to explain this. Now, if you could please get the bank manager, Andre and I will explain it to her together." The authority in my own voice, amplified by the silent, typed words of my new comrade, changed the equation. The guard hesitated, then nodded. The manager arrived, her heels clicking with importance. We stood before her, a strange and sudden team. Andre would type his frustration and his facts onto my phone with a speed and precision that was breathtaking. I would then read his words aloud, my voice lending an unwavering, calm weight to his righteous anger. I'd type back what they said, word for word. I was not his savior. I was his amplifier. I was a human conduit for a voice that was already there, a voice they had refused to hear. Faced with the undeniable, typed evidence and the calm, clear narration, the manager’s condescension melted into panicked efficiency. There were apologies. Profuse, stammering apologies. The account was unfrozen. The error was "deeply regretted." As the manager scurried away, Andre took my phone one last time. **Thank you,** he typed. **They never listen.** I typed back. **I know. But today, we made them.** **Want to get some food with me?** He typed. I couldn't resist. Why not! **That'd be amazing! Let's go. You guide me.** Even though Orientation and Mobility training always says, grab the elbow, lately, I've been tossing out all social norms and just doing what feels right in the moment. I didn't grab his elbow. I took his hand, then, his large hand enveloping mine in a brief, powerful squeeze. It was a gesture of solidarity, a pact forged in a moment of shared frustration and mutual respect. We walked out of the bank together, two men who moved through the world in profoundly different ways. But for a few crucial moments, in a cold place that was built to misunderstand us, we had spoken the same language. And our solidarity, together, had been a crescendo of comradery that was a testimony all by itself. Listen to A Bridge Made of Ableism If you enjoyed this story, you might enjoy, The Silence Between Us by Alison Gervais

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The Sentinel in Aurora

@sentinelcolorado.com

1 week ago

Trump's new voter list edict sparks outrage, lawsuits over mail-in voting - Sentinel Colorado "This Executive Order is undemocratic, unconstitutional, and dangerous, - Colorado Secretary of State Jena Griswold

Trump's new voter list edict sparks outrage, lawsuits over mail-in voting

“This Executive Order is undemocratic, unconstitutional, and dangerous" – Colo. Secretary of State Jena Griswold

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#MailBallots #TrumpVoterList #NoPaywall

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Darkzilla⚔️🍷🇺🇦✊🏻🇩🇰🐎

@zillathetrill.bsky.social

1 week ago

Is this social media's tobacco moment? The judgment against Meta and Google

www.ft.com/content/5a73... Is this social media's tobacco moment? #nopaywall

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Robert Kingett

@weirdwriter.caneandable.social.ap.brid.gy

1 week ago

A Bridge Made of Ableism. Listen to A Bridge Made of Ableism The air in the bank was thick with the scent of old money and new anxiety. It's a smell I know well. But today, another element was added to the mix: fear. It wasn't my fear. It was coming from the teller's window, and it was pointed, like a weapon, at a man whose only crime was his refusal to be invisible. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him. He was a presence. A tall, solid man, I guessed, from the way his sounds filled the space. He was Deaf and he was trying, with every fiber of his being, to communicate a problem. His sounds were not words. They were a raw, powerful, and deeply human expression of frustration—a series of sharp, guttural noises from deep in his chest. They were the sound of a man trying to tear a hole in the wall of silence that stood between him and the world. To me, the sounds were a language of pure, unfiltered emotion. They were eloquent. To the bank teller, they were a threat. "Sir, you need to calm down," she said, her voice a thin, reedy thing, tight with a fear born of ignorance. "I can't understand you if you're going to be aggressive." The man's frustrated noises grew louder, a feedback loop of misunderstanding. And then, A Black security guard I knew well spoke into something. "We got an agressive Black man here. I'm going to handle this." I could hear the soft, squeaking soles of his security guard's shoes moving closer. They were going to escalate. They were going to take this man's righteous frustration and label it as violence. They were going to break him rather than try to understand him. And my own history, the muscle memory of being misunderstood and dismissed, roared to life inside me. Not today. Not on my watch. I pulled out my phone, my fingers flying across the glass screen with a speed born of long practice. I opened the Notes app. I typed. I maxed out the font size. Then I stepped forward, into the current of fear. "Excuse me," I said to the security guard, my voice calm and steady, projecting just enough to cut through the tension. "Give us a minute, would you?" I tapped the Deaf man on the arm. When he looked towards me, I held my phone up, its screen a silent declaration. I couldn't see the man's face, but I felt the shift in the room. The angry, frustrated sounds stopped abruptly. There was a pause. A moment of pure, suspended silence. I felt him move closer, felt the warmth of his body as he leaned in to read the screen. The screen said: **I can help. What do you need? I'm blind but we can type back and forth.** And then, huge warm hands extracted the phone from my grasp. a new sound. The soft, rapid tapping of his finger on the glass of my phone. He was typing. A bridge had been built between my world of sound and his world of sight. A bridge made of light and text. His fingers flew, his message appearing beneath mine. **They froze my account. Said fraud. My rent is due today. They won't listen.** I typed back. **They're scared because they don't understand. Let me be your voice. I can interpret if you type. My ASL is basic and not fluent. I'll type what they say.** He tapped a single word. **Okay.** The second security guard had arrived, a heavy presence smelling of starched cotton and authority. "Sir, is there a problem here?" I turned my head toward the sound of his voice, keeping my phone held high. "There is no problem," I said calmly. "There is a communication barrier. This gentleman's name is Andre, and the bank has frozen his account in error on the day his rent is due. He has been trying to explain this. Now, if you could please get the bank manager, Andre and I will explain it to her together." The authority in my own voice, amplified by the silent, typed words of my new comrade, changed the equation. The guard hesitated, then nodded. The manager arrived, her heels clicking with importance. We stood before her, a strange and sudden team. Andre would type his frustration and his facts onto my phone with a speed and precision that was breathtaking. I would then read his words aloud, my voice lending an unwavering, calm weight to his righteous anger. I'd type back what they said, word for word. I was not his savior. I was his amplifier. I was a human conduit for a voice that was already there, a voice they had refused to hear. Faced with the undeniable, typed evidence and the calm, clear narration, the manager’s condescension melted into panicked efficiency. There were apologies. Profuse, stammering apologies. The account was unfrozen. The error was "deeply regretted." As the manager scurried away, Andre took my phone one last time. **Thank you,** he typed. **They never listen.** I typed back. **I know. But today, we made them.** **Want to get some food with me?** He typed. I couldn't resist. Why not! **That'd be amazing! Let's go. You guide me.** Even though Orientation and Mobility training always says, grab the elbow, lately, I've been tossing out all social norms and just doing what feels right in the moment. I didn't grab his elbow. I took his hand, then, his large hand enveloping mine in a brief, powerful squeeze. It was a gesture of solidarity, a pact forged in a moment of shared frustration and mutual respect. We walked out of the bank together, two men who moved through the world in profoundly different ways. But for a few crucial moments, in a cold place that was built to misunderstand us, we had spoken the same language. And our solidarity, together, had been a crescendo of comradery that was a testimony all by itself. Listen to A Bridge Made of Ableism If you enjoyed this story, you might enjoy, The Silence Between Us by Alison Gervais

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EditorDavePerry

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1 week ago

Homeless shelter, city officials regret opening Aurora Navigation Center before building was ready - Sentinel Colorado "In the rearview mirror, yeah, we opened up way too early." - Jim Goebelbecker

“In the rearview mirror, yeah, we opened up way too early.”

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#AuroraCO #Homelessness #NoPaywall

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The Sentinel in Aurora

@sentinelcolorado.com

1 week ago

Homeless shelter, city officials regret opening Aurora Navigation Center before building was ready - Sentinel Colorado "In the rearview mirror, yeah, we opened up way too early." - Jim Goebelbecker

“In the rearview mirror, yeah, we opened up way too early.”

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#AuroraCO #Homelessness #NoPaywall

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The Ugly Monster (Oscar)

@theuglymonster.bsky.social

1 week ago

‘Babs’ — Slayer of Trolls Garth Ennis and Jacen Burrows give us the allegory we deserve

"...Babs is attacked relentlessly by metaphorical and actual trolls who decide that aiding Ennis’ fantasy substitute for Nazis and helping them target those who are not “pure” humans will work to their advantage. Sounds familiar, right?"

#comics #NoPaywall

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