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• Their war or class war! (ACG)
• Ukraine: Neither NATO nor Putin! No War but the Class War! (CWO-ICT)
• No War! (KRAS-IWA)
• Against Militarism and War: For self-organised struggle and social revolution (Anarkismo)
• War in Ukraine: Imperialist Rivalry in a Global Economic Crisis (ICT)
• The War in Ukraine is a War Against Workers! (Haft Tappeh Workers)
• Capitalism is war, war on capitalism! (ICC)
• Against War (Liverpool Anarchist)
• Reflections on the ongoing capitalist butchery (Vamos Hacia la Vida)
• Let’s turn capitalist wars into a workers’ revolution! (ASI-IWA)
• Peace in the cottages, War in the Palaces! (CNT-AIT France)
• No War but the Class War – A Call for Action (ICT)
• The real end of history is the end of war (Konflikt)
• No War But the Class War! (ICP)
• War In Ukraine: Cat And Mouse (Grupo Barbaria)
• Against the war, class war! (A$AP Révolution)
• For Russia and the US, in Ukraine their highest properties are at stake (Critisticuffs)
• For a New Anarchist Manifesto Against the War (FAI)
• Internationalist Manifesto against capitalist war and peace in Ukraine (Třídní Válka)
• What to defend in Ukraine? An interview for the Italian Anarchist Federation (Assembly)
• Don’t Forget to Mention the War… (AnarCom)
• Anarchist antimilitarism and myths about the war in Ukraine (AMI)
• British Anarchism Succumbs to War Fever (Alex Alder)
• The War in Ukraine, the Working Class and the Future International (CWO-ICT)

Hi!
I'm reading a lot about the ATOTO radios as i want to change my old radio in order to get Android Auto but i found two models of the A6 PF on Amazon.
Read about the F7 WE but it uses Linux and i think that Android could be better as i can install OBD app for example so looked for the A6 PF but there are two, the A6G2A7PF and the A6G2B7PF.
As far as i know, the A7PF is the newer version but i'm not sure, can you help me?
Thanks!

I am working on a writing project ( a story ) and for that my character is a doctor. Now, could anyone tell me what a regulr day in the life of an attending looks like? ( specialties to sonsider are IM or radio)

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The small cargo ship, in the default medium grey, was wholly unremarkable. The same and similar made up the fleets of corporate and private couriers, with the result that it was not surprising to see it anywhere.
The anonymity and ability to blend in served Sidra well…usually. This station, run by the hyper-bureaucratic aslodzhins was the exception. The “bugs,” as many humans called them, had their own ways of doing things and didn’t like a “squishy,” as they called humans and other endoskeletal beings in their own language, upsetting the order.
“Private vessel Hobby Horse, please state the purpose of your visit and expected duration.”
“Station 47 control, I say again: PV Hobby Horse requesting permission to dock in an out-of-the-way small cargo dock for fueling. Expected visit duration no more than a week…seven standard days, but no less than an hour.”
“PV Hobby Horse, docking for fuel cleared at Lock 7-16. All passengers and crew are required to wait inside the vehicle until security arrives to clear you. …Cracked-shell squishy thinks they can—” The controller’s voice cut out as they must have noticed they were still transmitting.
“Thank you, station 47 control. Docking at Lock 7-16. Squishy out….”
Sidra expected one or two security to show up to clear her to enter the station, instead, there were a dozen. She opened the airlock and waited inside. “Come on in.”
The leader, obvious by the shiny, silver emblem in the center of its blast armor, stepped in, followed by two others that made a quick inspection of the ship to verify the claim of no other persons aboard. The brown color of the leader’s head carapace marked them as a drone, while the black carapaces were male and bright blue were female.
Sidra extended a hand. “Sidra Boston; captain, owner, pilot, and sole crew of the Hobby Horse. Welcome to my home.”
“Sub-adjutant-lieutenant-detachment-commander Slivdzak.” The officer looked at her extended hand and grasped it with one their six manipulators.
“Pleasure to meet you, Slivdzak. How can I help?” Sidra felt a secret rush of joy at the way the officer tried and failed to hide their discomfort. She knew that the lack of carapace was as disconcerting to them as the feel of a surprise tarantula crawling on the neck was to humans.
“Captain Sidra Boston—”
“Please, just call me Sid. Drop all the Captain and Boston stuff.”
“Sid, you have not made clear the purpose of your ‘one-hour to seven-day’ stay. Please elaborate.”
“I’m meeting someone here and taking them home.”
The officer looked at a small device it carried. A hologram rose from it, her close-cropped black hair, medium-brown skin, large, green eyes, and humped nose obvious. Beneath the hologram was writing in the bugs’ script. “Are you not a hunter of bounties?”
“Well, if that’s what you want to call it, I guess.”
“Such activity is only allowed in teams of three or more by aslodzhin law 9314-27.664 and safety regulations 647-88.932 and 90991-17.0. In addition, at least one of the team must be aslodzhin.”
“That’s kind of speciesist, isn’t it?”
“The courts have allowed for permanent residents of aslodzhin space to fill the requirements where applicable, in accordance with Galactic Union Resolution on the Rights of Sapients, 74.23.08 Paragraph 12.”
“Great, good to hear. Problem is, I work alone and I’m not after a bug.” She shrugged. “You know how we squishies are.”
“Station command has already decreed that you are not to leave your vessel without the two members chosen for you.” The officer raised to its full height, its head carapace close to scraping the ceiling. “Your team will be here soon. Good day, Captain Sidra Boston.”
“Good day, sub-whatever-whatchamacallit Sliv.”
After the security detail left, she stepped out of the ship to check on the refueling. No sooner had her foot set down outside the airlock than she found herself in the crosshairs of two armed security guards that had been standing out of sight.
“They aren’t kidding about not leaving without a team, huh? Damned bureaucracy.” She stepped back inside the ship and sat on the floor to await her babysitters.
When her team arrived, she was surprised by the presence of the furred, six-limbed hikarin hemi-male. He was easily head and shoulders taller than her, but slight of build, and thin-boned, coming from a lower-gravity world.
The aslodzhin female didn’t surprise her, even in her law enforcement uniform. She wore a red symbol on the chest of her uniform.
Sidra stood. “Okay guys, I’m Sid, and this is my job. You do what I say and stay out of the way we’ll get along fine. You,” she said, pointing at the aslodzhin female, “change out of that uniform. You’ll scare off my skip.”
“Sid, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m senior-squad-chief Dliz, and this is Soolyasin.” Dliz extended a manipulator for a shake and Sidra obliged. Dliz’s compound eyes rotated in a way Sidra didn’t know they could, and she showed frank wonder at the feel of a hand in her manipulator. “Could you do that again?” she asked.
“Do what?”
“You moved your hand, and I could feel the muscles flex…yes! That’s it!” Dliz laughed. “That’s the neatest feeling ever!”
“Am I the first squishy you’ve met?”
“Oh, no. I’ve known Sool since I was a nymph.” Dliz continued to hold on to Sidra’s hand.
“How about humans?” Sidra raised an eyebrow and tried to extricate herself from the increasingly awkward handshake.
“Yes. I mean, I’ve seen plenty passing through, but never met one.” Dliz let go and uttered a quiet apology.
Soolyasin stepped forward. He was dressed in technician’s clothes, complete with tool belt. “You’ll have to forgive Dliz. She’s a fan of bounty hunters in general, and you in particular.”
“Shush.” Dliz stood straight up at attention on her four hind legs, her head scraping the ceiling, her three left manipulators raised in a salute. “What are your orders, Sid?”
“First order of business, you need to lose the uniform and dress in something less conspicuous. Sool, is that a disguise?”
“No, these are my work clothes. When Dliz called I ran straight here.”
“That’s fine. You’ll blend in, no trouble.” Sidra put on a ballistic vest and covered it with a loose jacket. She checked that she had cuffs, shackles, bench warrant, and badge.
She turned toward Dliz. “Do you have a ballistic vest?”
“I have a carapace; I’m not a squishy.”
“Will your carapace stop a slug from a weapon like this?” Sidra held up a high-powered, 6mm rifle.
“Um, no. I have armor, though.”
“Can you wear it under clothes?”
“Yes, but it’s against the regulations.”
“Screw the rules, wear your armor…under your clothes.” She muttered under her breath, “Damned bureaucracy.”
Sidra turned toward Soolyasin. “I think I have a vest that’ll fit you.”
He looked at Sidra, then Dliz, then back again. “Is it going to be that dangerous?”
Sidra showed them the bench warrant. Soolyasin’s eyes grew wide and Dliz’s eyes rolled in a different way to earlier. Sidra thought she might be able to read bug emotions if this kept up.
“You were going after a turgen terrorist by yourself?” he asked.
“Still am. Just don’t want to see my babysitters get hurt.” She turned to look at Dliz. “Dliz, relax. You don’t have to stand at attention. I need you to tell me which of these weapons you’ll let me carry on the station.”
Dliz settled back down onto six legs and looked over the cabinet Sidra had unlocked. In addition to the rifle, she had pistols, tasers, batons, knives, and a shotgun with less-lethal beanbag loads along with standard loads.
“Which of them are capable of breaching the station hull?”
“The 6-mil, and the shotgun, if I loaded it with steel shot or slugs instead of beanbags.” She didn’t mention that the 10mm pistols were just as likely to do the same damage, but she wasn’t going out without at least one lethal weapon.
“In that case, leave the rifle and lethal shotgun rounds behind. I’ll be carrying a beam weapon, too, so we should be covered.”
“What about me?” Soolyasin asked.
“The only thing I need you to do is stay out of the way. Unless I need some inconspicuous eyes in the bay.”
After fitting Soolyasin with a ballistic vest and Dliz getting into civilian clothes over her armor, much to her dismay, they moved to the main cargo bays where they expected their quarry to show. Sidra positioned them so that she could watch arrivals, Dliz could watch her back, and Soolyasin could stay well out of the way unless and until needed.
The first hour went by at glacial speed, with constant interruptions from Dliz and Soolyasin asking questions or pointing at every passerby that might be a turgen in disguise. The next two hours dragged compared to the first.
It was in the middle of the fourth hour that Sidra got notice that the ship carrying her quarry was docking. She moved them to cover the lock where it pulled in, granting them a view on both the personnel airlock and the cargo airlock.
A much smaller contingent of security met the ship, cleared the crew for the station, and left. Four crewmembers, all turgen, filed off. Larger than humans in bulk, grey skin covered with hard dermal denticles, they had two arms, two legs, the remnants of a dorsal fin, and a long, flat tail with which they could do bone-breaking damage.
Sidra waited. If he was going to sneak off the ship, he’d need to do it soon. When it became apparent that he wasn’t going to get out on his own, she radioed Soolyasin.
“Okay, Sool. It’s clear around the ship. Just carry your tool case and walk onboard like you belong there. You’ve seen his picture, if you see him, run. If there’s anyone else on the ship, just tell them you’re checking the fuel gauges because of some regulation or other.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. You got this, and I’ve got your back.”
Soolyasin walked onto the ship, and they could hear him in their headsets, “Hello? Anyone here? I need to check your fuel gauges. Hello?”
A few quiet moments passed before Soolyasin spoke up again. “There’s no one else here,” he said, “I’m co—” His voice was cut off by the sound of a heavy thud.
Sidra ran for the ship, pulling her shotgun into firing position and cycling a round into the chamber. She stopped at the door of the ship and called inside. “Give it up, Otto. The only way you’re leaving here is in cuffs.”
When she didn’t hear anything else, she moved to clear the corners. She looked right where the door to the cockpit was closed. She swiveled around to check the other side only to find it empty as well. “Dliz, move up and cover the exit. The cargo airlock hasn’t been cycled, so this is the only way off.”
She began to move down the passageway when she heard the cockpit door click behind her. She swung around a delivered a 12-gauge beanbag into Otto’s gut at near point-blank range. Rather than stopping him, it enraged him. He turned and swiped at her with his tail.
Sidra tried to dodge out the way, but he managed to knock the shotgun out of her hands. He picked it up and threw it behind himself into the cockpit, next to the limp form of Soolyasin. “Time to go away, bounty hunter.”
He began to move toward her. When he stepped in front of the open door, he was met with a concentrated beam of infrared energy that forced him to jump back. “Listen, soft-skin. You leave now, and I’ll throw your friend out. It’s your one chance to leave alive.”
She drew her 10mm pistol and pointed it at him. “And if I don’t?”
He started toward her again, then stopped when the beam almost connected. “I’ll start by killing your furry friend, then your trigger-happy friend, then you…but nice and slow. There’s no way you’re taking me to a human prison.”
Sidra couldn’t see Dliz, but from the angle of the last beam, she’d moved to where she had more coverage of the passageway toward the cockpit. She knew that if he wanted, he could ignore the burns and rush her, crushing her carapace in a thousand different ways. Her shotgun was far out of reach, not to mention ineffective, but the 10mm pistol was a comforting weight in her hand.
Otto turned his back on her, his tail swishing wildly, smashing against the bulkheads on each side of the passage. “Very well, then. On to killing your furry friend first.”
“I’m warning you, Otto, these are lethal rounds. Put your hands behind your head, your tail between your legs, and drop to your knees.”
By the time Otto had taken a step, Sidra had taken aim and fired a shot into his torso and another into his thigh. He stopped and turned to look at her, bright pink blood running down his leg and back. He laughed. “You’re going to be so much fun.”
The courts tended to look down on spinal injuries, but when a round in the torso and thigh didn’t slow him down, she didn’t feel like she had much choice. She took aim again and fired at the base of his tail. His tail dropped like a dead weight, and he cried out.
The pain dropped him to his knees. Sidra finished the motion by jumping between his shoulder blades to put him flat on the deck. She cuffed his hands behind his back, and secured his ankles with shackles before motioning Dliz to come in.
“Call for medical for Sool and for the idiot here.”
Dliz made the call and medical teams arrived in less than a minute.
“Damn,” Sidra said, “I guess bureaucracy is good for something after all.”
Soolyasin was awake by the time he was loaded onto a stretcher. There didn’t seem to be any broken bones, but he’d been thrown rather hard by Otto’s tail strike. “Sorry I wasn’t any help,” he said.
“Nonsense. I’m sorry I sent you in there and you got hurt. I’m splitting the bounty three ways, even across with both of you.”
“I can’t take any payment,” Dliz said. “It’s against the regulations for police to have any outside earnings.”
“You saved my bacon, though. If you hadn’t been enough of an inconvenience with the beam, he would’ve tail swiped me before I could draw.”
“Still can’t accept any payments or monetary gifts.”
“How about this? You two have been friends forever, right? I’ll pay your portion to Sool, and he can treat you to fancy dinners for the rest of your life.”
“Wha...how much is the bounty?”
“Three-point-seven million Terran credits. About sixteen million galactic.”
Dliz’s eyes rolled in yet another motion. “Damned bureaucracy.”
Reedsy Prompt: Write about someone who has always done something as part of a group, and is now starting to set out solo, or vice versa.
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Featherweight	Alex Caceres vs. Daniel Pineda
Lightweight	Jim Miller vs. Jared Gordon Jesse Butler
	Gordon withdrew
Flyweight	Tim Elliott vs. Victor Altamirano
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Heavyweight	Andrei Arlovski vs. Don'Tale Mayes
Bantamweight	Daniel Santos vs. Johnny Munoz Jr.
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I've been rewatching the show and it pisses me off that people look at Zach like he is a decent guy despite the number of things he does that prove that he isn't as decent as he seems.
For starters, he didn't stop Bryce from sharing Hannah's photo. And in fact, tried to stop Justin from stopping Bryce sharing Hannah's picture (if you rewatch that scene, you'll notice it too).
He knew about everything that was on the tapes, knew that Bryce was capable of doing what he did and still continued hanging out with Bryce long after everybody else had stopped (long after even justin ended things with Bryce).
He's repeatedly an asshole to Tyler; physically assaults him, falsely accuses him of taking pictures when it was clear that it was someone from his own team, tried to pin Bryce's murder on Tyler, and so on. AND he takes the longest (of everyone on the show) to finally warm upto Tyler and even then, despite knowing what Tyler went through, he gives an half-assed apology to Tyler at the end of season 3.
He's repeatedly a coward and doesn't ever really stick up for Hannah or tell off the guys picking on her.
He knew about the clubhouse and hung out with these guys there. Saw the girls getting drugged and raped AND still hung out with these guys. That alone, says a lot about him.
I don't completely blame Alex for the few times that he does lash out at Zach. Zach's earned it.
I get that he does change, and eventually sees the error of his ways and bla bla but I've always found the fandom's love for Zach strange.
He's not a good guy. He's self righteous coward..... until he finally decided to beat up Bryce to an inch of his life and even then, only does it because Bryce broke his leg.
Anyway, this is just my two cents.

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I'm looking for this specific board with the bear on it. If anyone is selling in canada please let me know. Thank you

So, I don’t know where to start with this. We met at a music festival 8 years ago and became instantly close because we also lived nearby. At the time I’d watch her young kid, cook, always come over, do everything together type thing. Eventually I was her MOH in her wedding 4 years after that and shortly moved from our city 3000 miles away to an isolated tropical location.
I was the first friend to visit just 3 months after they moved (about 4 years ago now), we had a great time. She had a baby and I visited when the while was 1, and I visited again early this year when her child was almost 3-year-old. We have maintained a close long-distance friendship through these years, and I was always one to visit. I’ve been a good friend being long distance, sending care packages, gifts for her now two kids, etc. I always pick up the phone and make time for her to talk. We have business plans together and know everything about each other.
The last few months she will hardly talk to me, I know she’s busy with a toddler, but this has been beyond quiet. Let me rewind to earlier this year where, reflecting, she might have been kind of a bad friend. In early January, another city friend of ours was going to go visit so I thought it would be fun if I fly out too. I pay for a ridiculously expensive flight to go see her a few days before new year’s, but I didn’t care because life is short. So, we would have maybe 4 days together to catch up and be friends. On the night of New Year’s Eve, we mee these random people on a boardwalk. She gets this girls number who closer to my age and has two young kids, makes sense because she just moved to this island and that way their kids have a playdate. I expect they would do this after I left.
The next night this new friend calls her looking for weed to smoke because they are new, and she wants some of the stuff that I threw down money for my time being there with my friend. This new girl brings over a crew of like 6 or 7 other people to smoke this weed the next evening, kind of robbing my time with my best friend. Whatever I thought, until a day or two later my friend invited her over again (and their whole crew) so their kids could play.
Now I get it, I don’t have kids or anything, but I thought my friend would want to spend some more time with me and not some new randoms. I would have hung out just with her and her toddler (since she made me her toddler’s godmother) because that’s what I flew out to do before our other friend got out here, but boy was I wrong.
Also, through the trip she would leave me along with her toddler without warning while her and her husband went to go smoke (I felt left out). I understand my friend has children so there would be kind of working around the child’s time and all that, but I didn’t expect her to want to spend so much time with new strangers at her house and quite literally leave me in the corner.
Now that she has hardly been talking to me (I know she is having an emotional affair) I am looking back on her actions as a friend, and I just feel icky. Maybe her pulling away is a gift but I still feel sad. It makes me feel I can never be taken seriously as a friend because I don’t have kids or something. Mind you, she never sends me anything or takes initiative for me to come over even though she always hosts and all that (she lives in a very popular vacation destination) but I go there more for time with my friends than a free vacation (I pitch in for food, want to spend time with them, ect.). So lately I’ve just had radio silence even though I know she has time, she probably prefers these new island people.
So we have stopped talking as much and upon reflection, I feel like I am not that important to her. How would everyone else feel in this situation? Thank you.

I'm watching To Leslie on Netflix and the guy says let's put on the radio and a song comes on and he's like idk what this is but I kind of like it. I started singing along because I knew it from somewhere! It's Jenny's hare krishna chant! Look at 90day trying to show up in my everyday life!

Some context: I am creating a very small mod for an RP modpack. This mod adds a radio, which you can turn on and off to play audio files that are played globally. This means someone could have another radio in the world and it would play the same song, same time. The radio itself is very basic, just right-click to turn on/off.
I was wondering how somebody might go around programming this into MCreator, of if I should use different programming with Visual Studio and such.

I was trying to upgrade my TEs depth and got offered Kyle Pitts for Chase but I am not a fan of that trade at all.. what's a more reasonable trade for Kyle Pitts or other TEs I should go for or should I try contending as is. Maybe put up Joe Mixon on the cutting block or any other recommendations appreciated.
10-team 1QB, 3WR, 2RB, 1 TE, 1 flex, 1 SF
QBs: K. Murray, Tua, D. Jones, Purdy
WRs: J. Jefferson, J. Chase, ARSB, G. Wilson, J. Downs, J. Meyers, J. Metchie, I. Hodgins, D. Slayton
RBs: N. Harris, R. Stevenson, J. Mixon, R. White, C. Brown, A. Mattison, D. Singletary, K. Gainwell, J. Wilson, J. Robinson
TEs: S. LaPorta, C. Okonkwo, T. Kraft
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You all are a lot smarter than me so any help is appreciated.

First, thank you for your support the other day as I landed my first job with a production company. I’m transitioning from audio post production (radio/podcasts) to hopefully work as an audio engineer for shows.
The company I’m now working for seems quite supportive and I’ve done a lot of digging on how to translate my audio background in podcasts to live mixing, which is what I’m working toward. Granted, there’s differences between the two, but I’ve noticed a lot of similarities so I’m thinking my audio background might make for an easier transition, though I fully expect and will embrace the inevitable difficulty that comes with live mixing.
With that said, I’m accepting the fact that live audio engineering is a completely new territory for me so I’ll be walking into it with an open mind and ready to learn.
Eventually, though, I would like to tour as an engineer, so what can I be doing now to gain experience and make myself useful for the company I’m currently working for? I’m a big believer in just staying humble and learning along the way (it just makes life easier), but I’d like to take these skills on the road at some point. I love this work so I’m willing to put the work in, I just kinda feel a bit blind on how to think about this in a future sense.
Thank you all for your support. Your feedback and encouragement is very much appreciated.
TLDR: I’m looking to become an audio engineer and eventually take those skills on the road. How can I do that while also being a quality asset for the people I work with everyday?

I was inspired by the excellent, if divisive, 2021 Uruguayan documentary Directamente para video (Straight to VHS) - it's about Uruguay's 1989 cult film Acto de violencia en una joven periodista (Act of Violence Upon a Young Journalist) - to begin work on a letterboxd list that will list every single country's iconic cult film. I would love some help from this subreddit to build it out.
I'm looking for the one film from each country that is a cult phenomenon that, ideally, is only really popular in that country. Something a lot of people, or at least a small but rabid fanbase, obsess over. It doesn't have to be "so bad it's good", it could have been a huge hit, or a flop that's been reevaluated over time. Ideally, it's a movie that feels unique to its country, and offers a distinct representation of a national character. For America, it could only be The Room for obvious reasons, despite the fact it's gained a huge global cult following. I've listed Who Killed Captain Alex? for Uganda, but that's from an outside perspective and I'm unsure if Ugandan audiences view Wakaliwood in the same way as the rest of us, so that entry may need to be changed.
I know national cinemas will produce more renowned, masterful works of art that represent the very best of its country's filmmaking talent, but I feel there's real worth in identifying the film that captures the imagination of its national audiences moreso than international audiences or critics. We're aware of Turkey's Mockbusters and Iran's FilmFarsi, and I'd love to get more recommendations of similar films for a whole bunch of countries.
It can be hard to define, I'm from the UK and I have no idea what our iconic cult film would be - plenty of arguable candidates like Withnail & I, but they don't quite capture the kind of cult film I have in mind for this list.
(I've been a little pedantic by listing South of Sanity for Antarctica, as the only narrative feature film produced in Antarctica, but I wanted to be completionist, and I very much doubt the Holy See has a cult film)