So IANAL, but doesn't he have to prove the negative, that those claims aren't true (i.e. that he doesn't have money stashed in tax havens around the world)? Presumably by disclosing all of his financial information to the defense...
I don't think he thought his plan all the way through.
Also, the parent company of one of the stations he's suing, Sinclair. Good luck with that buddy.
GoldenEye split screen.
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The full story is almost better than that. As told by his brother:
"Well, this old librarian, she says, 'This library is not for coloreds.' He said, 'Well, I would like to check out these books.'
"She says, 'Young man, if you don't leave this library right now, I'm gonna call the police.'
"So he just propped himself up on the counter, and sat there, and said, 'I'll wait.' "
[The police and his mother were called]
"And the police officer said, 'You know, why don't you just give the kid the books?'
"And my mother said, 'He'll take good care of them.' "
So, the librarian reluctantly handed over the books. And then, Carl says, "my mother said, 'What do you say?' "
And Ron answered, "Thank you, ma'am."
Full story: NPR
I'm flexible and trans, does that work too?
Short story. My company brought in a different working-type consulting group. I decided to try my own experiment and answered the 150 survey completely randomly, didn't read the questions. Then sat through a 4 hour workshop where most of my colleagues told me it made so much sense I was a [whatever my results were, I forget]." Found out they paid like $10k for the day session, never told anybody what I did.
JRR-logic: "Well the reader probably likes Aragorn more, so yeah, he gonna die."
NOT a cat... Don't ask me how I know.
Man, John Mayer's really having a rough time these days.
Random hot take, I'm at least grateful that my wife and I use an app that none of our friends use. Removes the "oh shit did I send that to the wrong person" panic.
I'm a total wimp and I went upper outer thigh. Got it at a reputable place, but spur of the moment with a friend. Very little pain, almost always hidden, but as a bonus, gives me an excuse to hike up my shorts/skirt when it comes up in conversation.