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What Happened to Chicago’s Crime Rate When Illinois Relaxed Gun Control Laws

via The Daily Signal

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oh my fucking god


lmfao wtf

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Cassidy Rae Limbach born 1985 OH, USA is an abstract painter and illustrator working on linen with acrylic, collage and inks. Her concerns are with rich-juicy colors, textures and surface qualities to create life-affirming visual meditations.

Limbach plays with a spectrum of candy colored pastels intermingled with ornate design.
She is inspired with the nature of both humans and animals alike and tends to present them in different roles. Her provocative designs are shown in a matter of poise but still remain very personal and demand attention.

Cassidy lives and works in her downtown home studio in Columbus, Ohio.


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Asian Bootie


Asian Bootie

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This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.

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