(((The Daily Poor)))
05.05.202504:23
All the big names are coming out to support this cause:
https://chng.it/Ph8cHD6v
https://chng.it/Ph8cHD6v
04.05.202522:36
04.05.202514:59
What did Curtis mean by this?
Жойылды02.05.202517:49
02.05.202515:29
which one of Shiloh's new meme coins are you guys going to buy?
05.05.202502:28
04.05.202522:34
Paradise, MI
04.05.202514:13
Kinda silly lookin
04.05.202500:07
Oh no. What are major Urban centers going to do without top meteorologists?
02.05.202516:51
Closing out commentary on that incident for now. Those of you who feel similarly, the least we can do is pray that she be helped in handling this as well as possible. That's my final word for now.
02.05.202515:24
Don't give an unhinged single Mom $1M, you retarded niggers
05.05.202502:16
What a lame answer. I'm not going to fall for this, not until the answer is "no," or, better yet, pulling out the Constitution and firing each article, one by one, culminating in a dramatic finale where he rips up a giant Constitution prop and declares the beginning of the MAGA Magna Carta.
04.05.202520:46
Winter's over and I only lose 2 toes and a finger. Not bad. Bit better than average for Yoopers.
04.05.202513:29
The Daily Poor is an idea; it has no owner
02.05.202520:35
Dear reader,
You find yourself in a court of old, where the sovereign’s whim is law, and the machinery of power grinds with the cold precision of a medieval gibbet. You, a lowly subject—perhaps a thief, a heretic, or merely a man who unwisely gazed too long at the king’s prized falcon—have been cast into the dungeon and sentenced to a swift execution. But this ruler, with magnanimity that proves he has the divine right of kings, offers you a reprieve: a game, a riddle, a test of wits that might spare you from the executioner’s blade.
The sovereign presents you with 100 marbles—50 white, 50 black—and two urns. Your task is to distribute these marbles between the urns, adhering to the king’s edicts: First, every marble must find a home. Second, neither urn may stand empty. Third, The urns will be shaken, their contents scrambled like the thoughts of a Jacobin in the face of true order—ensuring a randomized marble selection.
Now, the king’s procedure is as follows, and mark it well, for it is the fulcrum of your survival. He will select an urn at random—each urn has an equal chance of being chosen. From that urn, he will draw a single marble, both urns having been shaken and randomized. If the marble is white, you shall live, perhaps to gaze at the King's beautiful falcon once more. If it is black, you will be torn asunder on the rack before meeting the blade.
A simpleton, or perhaps a man of populist sentiment and intellectual tendency, might propose the obvious: place all 50 white marbles in one urn, all 50 black in the other. The king picks an urn—fifty-fifty—and your survival hinges on his choice. A 50% chance to live, a 50% chance to die. A simple coin toss, a strategy as uninspired as the worst of the English Dissent. But you, dear reader, are no such fool. You are a man of reason, a student of history, a seeker of the truth. You know there is a better way—a way to tilt the odds in your favor.
What, then, is the best way to distribute the marbles? How might you arrange these 100 tokens to maximize your probability of survival? And what, precisely, is that probability? I leave this puzzle to you, my astute reader.
You find yourself in a court of old, where the sovereign’s whim is law, and the machinery of power grinds with the cold precision of a medieval gibbet. You, a lowly subject—perhaps a thief, a heretic, or merely a man who unwisely gazed too long at the king’s prized falcon—have been cast into the dungeon and sentenced to a swift execution. But this ruler, with magnanimity that proves he has the divine right of kings, offers you a reprieve: a game, a riddle, a test of wits that might spare you from the executioner’s blade.
The sovereign presents you with 100 marbles—50 white, 50 black—and two urns. Your task is to distribute these marbles between the urns, adhering to the king’s edicts: First, every marble must find a home. Second, neither urn may stand empty. Third, The urns will be shaken, their contents scrambled like the thoughts of a Jacobin in the face of true order—ensuring a randomized marble selection.
Now, the king’s procedure is as follows, and mark it well, for it is the fulcrum of your survival. He will select an urn at random—each urn has an equal chance of being chosen. From that urn, he will draw a single marble, both urns having been shaken and randomized. If the marble is white, you shall live, perhaps to gaze at the King's beautiful falcon once more. If it is black, you will be torn asunder on the rack before meeting the blade.
A simpleton, or perhaps a man of populist sentiment and intellectual tendency, might propose the obvious: place all 50 white marbles in one urn, all 50 black in the other. The king picks an urn—fifty-fifty—and your survival hinges on his choice. A 50% chance to live, a 50% chance to die. A simple coin toss, a strategy as uninspired as the worst of the English Dissent. But you, dear reader, are no such fool. You are a man of reason, a student of history, a seeker of the truth. You know there is a better way—a way to tilt the odds in your favor.
What, then, is the best way to distribute the marbles? How might you arrange these 100 tokens to maximize your probability of survival? And what, precisely, is that probability? I leave this puzzle to you, my astute reader.
02.05.202516:43
This isn't how it works. They were able to do that stuff because they already had power. Violent protests are a victory celebration, not a way to win. If you try them as the losing team, your guys get Jan 6thed.
05.05.202501:41
I fish because I love to;
Because I love the environs where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly;
Because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape;
Because, in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion;
Because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility and endless patience;
Because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don’t want to waste the trip; because mercifully there are no telephones on trout waters;
Because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness;
Because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there;
Because maybe one day I will catch a mermaid;
And, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant – and not nearly so much fun.
04.05.202520:11
People want to live like this? It's unbearably hot outside.
04.05.202513:26
Guess whatshabbening
02.05.202518:10
News of the day: two doubles in a row.
02.05.202515:12
She needs $1m now. $250k is not enough.
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