How do you deal with this attorney
2024.11.25 00:44 Striving4BT How do you deal with this attorney
This attorney creates a “hall of shame” to target anyone who disagrees with him or challenges his views, including opposing attorneys and even a sitting judge. He reportedly uses this platform to publicly shame others and has sent threatening letters, warning that refusal to withdraw cases will result in being added to his list. While it seems like his tactics garner some attention, most attorneys appear unfazed. This behavior clearly aligns with bullying. Interestingly, he ran for Congress but dropped out when faced with direct criticism. How would you approach dealing with someone like this? Would the bar take any actions against him? Would ignoring him or confronting his actions be more effective? I’d like to hear your perspective. I’m asking for a close friend who’s been targeted by this guy. My friend seems to be unfazed, but I just wanna know how to deal with people like this.
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2024.11.25 00:44 hijooo10 Hobby Benefits
Hobbies are essential in our lives, providing more than just entertainment. They help us relax, connect with others, and improve our physical and mental health. This essay explores how hobbies help us reduce stress, promote social interaction, and offer health benefits.
One of the main reasons people have hobbies is to get away from the stress of everyday life. Doing something you enjoy, like reading, drawing, or playing sports, helps you take a break from work or other responsibilities. This time away from stress is good for your mental health.
Hobbies also make us feel good. Whether it’s finishing a puzzle, learning a new skill, or cooking, doing something we enjoy gives us pleasure and makes us feel accomplished. Hobbies are a great way to relax and have fun.
Many hobbies help us meet new people and make friends. Joining a sports team, a book club, or an art class is a great way to connect with others who share your interests. This social interaction helps reduce loneliness and gives us a sense of belonging.
When we do hobbies with others, we also improve our communication and teamwork skills. Whether it’s working on a group project or playing a game, hobbies encourage cooperation and help build strong friendships.
Hobbies are good for our health. Mentally, they help reduce stress and improve our mood. Activities like painting, walking, or gardening let us focus on something positive, which can reduce anxiety and make us feel calm.
Physically, hobbies like running, swimming, or dancing help keep our bodies fit and healthy. Regular exercise improves heart health, strengthens muscles, and boosts energy. Even simple activities like yoga or walking improve flexibility and strength.
Hobbies also keep our minds sharp. Games, puzzles, or learning new things can help improve memory and focus. Keeping our brain active can help prevent mental decline as we get older.
In conclusion, hobbies are great for our physical and mental health. They help us relax, meet new people, and stay healthy. Taking time for hobbies is an important part of living a happy and healthy life.
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2024.11.25 00:44 Present-Trouble8000 E. HISTOLYTICA
I recently tested positive for Entamoeba Histolytica. Interestingly the initial DNA test was normal but later they found it with a visual inspection.
I'm getting a big run around from the doctors as they are clueless about patasites. I just need one thing answered. Will the 10 days of metronidazole possibly have killed the eggs of the parasite? Aka the cysts
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2024.11.25 00:44 Own-Tumbleweed1918 Primal groudon 1 local 3759 2620 1137
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2024.11.25 00:44 Time-Post85 He's such a good doggo. Took my meds and went to sleep, he woke me up from a night terror
 | For a rescue how hates men, he sure does help me alot. He's a service dog without a licence 😂 submitted by Time-Post85 to springerspaniel [link] [comments] |
2024.11.25 00:44 488865 half my clothing items have disappeared
decided to change my outfit, hated it, and now half of my (specifically) dresses and trousers/skirts are gone?? i can only see two trousers and two dresses when i had several. pls help this cannot be my forever outfit 😭😭
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2024.11.25 00:44 dca365 No risk no reward
 | I’m going to take a risk it’s this setup deposit 100 bucks weekly and not look at all next year and see what I has accomplished and accumulated. Wish me luck. submitted by dca365 to TheRaceTo10Million [link] [comments] |
2024.11.25 00:44 Paulhulf Morgen Calendar
Anyone have any experience with Morgen Calendar on Windows and Android? Personally I'd rather have have Amie for Android, but Morgen looks like the next best thing. So any feedback or experience you've had with Morgen would be appreciated
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2024.11.25 00:44 ThisWildAbyss Soap Stolen
I was so looking forward to getting some soap and a tea sampler. Then the delivery got stolen from inside the locked apartment complex I'm in, so maybe even by somebody who also lives in the building. It wasn't a whole ton or money or anything, but still pretty bummed.
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2024.11.25 00:44 Thossi99 Japan
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2024.11.25 00:44 MatthewTheGOATyt Battle Royale Week 12
Won this week and the games are over but it still says live. Is there a way I have to claim my money or do I just wait?
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2024.11.25 00:44 garonbooth7 [WTS] Monsoon X jagerwerks 19x slide, 509t, pact 3, x300 turbo fde, holsters, and more.
Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/JxDyylM
19x complete slide milled by jagerwerks and ported by monsoon tactical w/ lucky 7s on oem barrel, and tungsten guide rod milled for a 509t. - 500$
X300 fde turbo w/ salt on body - 195$
Holoson 509t comes with box and tool - 300$
2 x 16r staccato magazines - 50$ for bundle
Pact 3 timer - 75$
kagwerks extended slide release - 30$
Glock performance trigger Gen 5 - 75$
Trex arms mag carrier x 3 for Glock 9mm (for right handed shooters) no wrong hands here, els system forks attached - 75$
6390rds with ranger green codura w/ defense mechanisms tq holster and qls fork - 170$
Staccato c2 w/ x300 Tier 1 holster - 95$
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2024.11.25 00:44 ArgiopeAurantia The Hanged Man
I've always been envious of other people's childhoods. The way they describe it, the country of the past was all golden sunlight and green fields and happy families and warm, safe blankets to curl up in. A longing sigh, the memory of starlight.
I didn't have that.
I don't remember much of my childhood. Only snatches of images here and there, burnt around the edges. The twist of a long, bitter night, November wind whistling through the cracks in my bedroom window as I shivered under a pile of dirty laundry. The whispering ghosts of bruises on my upper arms, my lower back, my pudgy little legs. The teeth in the memory of laughter which was never, ever mine. The whine of mosquitos and the squelch of mud as I weaved my way through the woods, sticking to the creek bottoms where no one ever came. It was safe there, among the sticker-bushes, the tight green tunnels with room only for an escaping rabbit or a small-bodied girl hiding from the big bad world that wanted to eat her.
Those are my happy memories. Among the biting insects and stinging nettles, I was safe. At least for a while.
I remember the day I first found the Hanged Man. I don't remember what I was running from, quite. It could've been anything. The world was full of things to run from, in those days. But I broke out of the drainage ditch I'd been following for what felt like miles into a space I'd never seen before. I stopped, shocked. I'd thought I knew these woods like the back of my hand, but this place was new.
I'd emerged into a tiny botanic cathedral, a dome of green vines split by golden pillars of light that filtered down through the canopy far above. A silver filigree of spiderwebs scrolled between brambles, ornamented with glorious gold and green garden spiders like jewels, bigger than any I'd ever seen before. I was familiar with spiders. I was friends with the ones who lived in the crawl space under my house. They listened to my whispers with silent sympathy, carrying on their incomprehensible arachnid missions in reassuring peace. I'd never found them threatening. But I'd never understood how beautiful they could be, either, until I saw them in the diffuse, watery light of this new place.
The floor of the chamber of vines was the bed of a stream, several drainage ditches flowing together. At this time of year it was mostly dry, puddles of standing water swimming with larvae and water striders and crayfish, but with plenty of large, flat rocks to skip between so my sneakers didn't get even muddier. It was dim in here, under the creepers, and I poked around the edges of the chamber first, in awe of the newts and jeweled beetles that skittered in the near-darkness. Maybe that's why it took me so long, on that first day, to notice Him.
I don't know why I decided that the Hanged Man was a Him, but the moment I saw it it seemed obvious. At the very center of the dome of vines, high above my tiny head, hung a lump of wood, entangled in a nest of creepers. It didn't look at all like a man dangling upside down, but my child's mind painted the picture, and it was immediately permanent, undeniable, and irrevocably named. I had found the Grotto of the Hanged Man.
I stayed for hours, that first day, until it was too dark to make out the print of the book I'd brought with me in my flight after school. As I wormed my way out through the tunnel I thought would lead me most quickly to my house, I hoped I'd be able to find it again.
I did. Nearly every day of that long, dark September I squirmed through the mud back to my chamber of safety and stayed until the light above went out. The spiders thickened and then disappeared one by one, until, by October, the place was bejeweled only by the changing leaves, and I brought an old blanket full of holes to wrap up in. And the whole time I talked to Him, to the Hanged Man, who ruled this place as surely as I came in supplication to it.
The drainage-ditch cathedral became my temple, my confessional. I would talk to the Hanged Man about my troubles at home, the children at school who pulled my tangled hair and laughed at my dirty clothes. And he would listen, I was convinced of it. Not like the spiders under the house, now mostly neglected except for the really bad nights, who didn't object when I talked to them as they wrapped up their prey, but weren't really paying attention. No, the Hanged Man truly heard me. He stored my words up in the rotting wood of his heart, and I poured them into him like the lonely child that I was. The Hanged Man couldn't speak back, of course. But sometimes, when the wind sighed cold through the brambles, I almost heard him.
It was only two months. But when you're seven years old, two months is so much of a lifetime that it seems endless. When you're seven years old, two months is such a big slice of everything you've ever been that it might as well be the whole cake. Two months is an eternity. When you're seven years old, two months can be a lifetime.
It was a lifetime with the Hanged Man before I thought to ask him for anything. I could consider regretting at this point the fact that I ever did, but I know it was inevitable. Those in need, no matter how battered, eventually figure out that it doesn't hurt as much to ask for help as it does to keep muddling on without it.
Unless, of course, the wish is granted. And that teaches a different lesson entirely.
I was bleeding, that day. I remember that. I think it was a split lip and a burning scalp, though all these years later I can't be sure. There were many small wounds, in those days. But this time I couldn't hold back the tears. This time I couldn't escape into a fairy tale. This time, I had to make my own.
So I cried, flat out. I told the Hanged Man what had happened. I sobbed, I nearly shrieked, and I begged him for help. Save me, I must have said, or something like it. Please help me. Please don't let this happen again.
I didn't think to place limitations. I didn't think to ask the Hanged Man for some things, but not everything. Not absolutely anything He decided to do. And even now, if I could go back and change it all, I'm not sure whether I would.
I fell asleep in the grotto that night, eyes aching, breath raw. I'm not sure when I awoke, but I know only blackness met my eyes when I opened them. No moonlight, no starlight. It was the darkness of a sinkhole, of the deep places under the earth where sunlight never comes. And before I turned, shaking, and felt my way along the black passage out to the real world I'd run from, I heard the chill wind whisper, from a thousand directions, in one voice:
Yes.
I picked my way through the woods, blind, until the sun peeped above the horizon. I was utterly, utterly lost, and I don't remember much about the morning until I found a road and a man in a car found me, tattered blanket around my shoulders, all out of tears and words. He took me to a police station, and they took me to the smoking ruins of the house I'd lived in all my life. And all they found were bodies.
Later, it was assumed I'd run from the flames and injured myself in my frantic flight. Later, it was assumed that a small child couldn't have caused the fire that started when the old, neglected stove shot a spark that ignited the tilting wooden house. Later, I mourned the poor spiders in the crawl space.
That morning, as the sunlight filtered golden and watery through the windows of the police station, I knew only that the Hanged Man had listened to my plea.
It did get better, though not much better. But when you're seven years old and all you've known is pain, any little thing can be enormous, can be everything. I cried myself dry a hundred times in my new, slightly-improved, home before I managed to escape and find my old familiar grotto again.
It was spring, by then, and the water was higher. My new sneakers splashed in the cold, clear water of ice-melt as I explored the room. I was slightly bigger, it was slightly smaller. But it was the same vegetable cathedral. Twisted and brown with the quickening of the year, not flowing and green with the end of summer, but very much the same place. It was only that the Hanged Man had gone.
A few vines swung from the roof, empty. But the hunk of wood that I'd poured my soul into was simply gone. I looked around the floor of the space, but I knew I wouldn't find Him. The Hanged Man had answered me, and the Hanged Man had gone.
I've grown a life since then. It's not a very good one. Maybe it never could've been. Maybe the curse placed on me when I was young was inescapable, no matter what happened. Maybe this is the best it ever could've been.
Or maybe it could've been better. Maybe, if I were older at the time, I could've phrased my wish more consciously. Maybe the Hanged Man could've granted me something else. Maybe I'd be a princess, now, in a castle. But I doubt it.
After all these years, after all this education, I still believe that the Hanged Man was real. I still believe he heard me and did everything a lonely forest spirit could to save me. And maybe that was the only wish I'll ever get.
I touch my scars, sometimes. I trace the spaces where the bruises used to be with soft fingers, and I remember. And I'm grateful that I found that space, that dim place in the woods. And I wonder what happened to the Hanged Man. I wonder what he was, to grant the deepest wish of a lonely, battered child who had no one else to run to.
I wonder whether, when I die, it will be in a forest, far away from anyone who will find the body. I wonder whether I'll petrify into something that looks, from a distance, like a lump of wood. I wonder whether I'll be hoisted into the air by creeper vines to dangle far above the head of a lonely child marinated in stories, running from the world.
And I wonder whether I'll disappear after granting the same wish.
And I think there are far worse destinies.
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2024.11.25 00:44 _0AlphaToast7_ Can I trade these for sukuna fingers?
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2024.11.25 00:44 rumbavk Dental treatment with adrenal insufficiency
I have to have two root canals, two teeth extracted, four dental implants and probably surgery on two wisdom teeth. I think I will do the endoconcias first, then the extractions and implants and I will try to extend the surgery for later. Anyone with experience in root canals, dental surgery, and implants?
I know that I will have symptoms of adrenal insufficiency because they are caused by any vaccine or mental stress and I do not know how to manage it.
I currently take 7.5 mg HC per day, I guess the right thing to do is to take 15 but it really seems very little to me for the stress that comes with it.
What do you think?
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2024.11.25 00:44 Kolesar99 Seeking Recommendations for Nationally Recognized Specialist in IBS
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2024.11.25 00:44 ballsagna2time 5" bando basher
 | I've built a few tiny whoops using AIO boards but this was my first multi chip build. Super fun and learned a lot along the way. Its weight is around 600g with the 4s battery. TanQ 2 Frame F405 stack Elrs RP1 V2 Runcam Ant Emax eco II HQ props 5x4.3 4s to 6s is super fun, submitted by ballsagna2time to diydrones [link] [comments] |
2024.11.25 00:44 Joaco_Gomez_1 alguno tiene idea cómo puedo anotarme para cobrar por comentar en las publicaciones de Del Caño?
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2024.11.25 00:44 wazoo_wazoo Ruliter tape replacement
 | Anyone know where or if I can get a replacement tape for my ruliter? Thanks submitted by wazoo_wazoo to lighters [link] [comments] |
2024.11.25 00:44 OmegaDrayden62 If supernatural characters found a set of lantern rings which ring would go to which character?
So Ngl this took me a bit to think about but for me this is who I think each ring would go too.
Rage/red: Dean or Lucifer Greed/Orange: Crowley or Famine or Metatron FeaYellow: Lucifer or Azazel WillGreen: Sam or John Hope/Blue: Jack or Bobby Compassion/Indigo: Castiel or Jody Love/Pink: Charlie or Jody
Life/white: God or Jack Death/black: Death or the darkness (who else)
Shame/ultraviolet: Rowena or John Sorrow/grey: Mary Joy/gold: Garth Phantom lantern: idk
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2024.11.25 00:44 Maialagan FE of my 5th gen Honda City
Just got back from a trip from Coimbatore to Chennai, and I’m thrilled to share that I managed to squeeze out some pretty impressive mileage from my 5th-gen Honda City i-VTEC. I'm a light-footed driver and mostly relied on cruise control, maintaining a speed of 80–100 km/h.
What truly blew me away on this drive was the balance between comfort and dynamics. At lower speeds, it’s like being chauffeur-driven – smooth and composed. But when you feel like having fun, this machine transforms in to a beast! handles corners like a dream. That playful VTEC kick beyond 4k rpm never fails to put a smile on my face.
I know it’s not as powerful as the German trio, but for the money, it offers incredible value and that extra “whomp” for an enthusiast. As they say, it’s not just about how fast you go – it’s about how you go fast. This car does it with confidence and character, perfectly feeding the enthusiast in me.
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2024.11.25 00:44 na-meme42 Mini Cat Town (MCT) Eastridge
Dang mini cat town cats really do be mini lol
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2024.11.25 00:44 FunNebula3561 Loser men go for younger girls.
I have always been told “older men go for younger women because women their age know they’re losers” Maybe it’s just because brooke is brainless he’s able to get a woman his age???
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2024.11.25 00:44 purplebucket21 Struggling With The Middle-End Of Novel
Apologies if this is the wrong flair, first time posting here.
To keep this short, every time I think about sitting down and writing my novel, I’m excited about how the story starts and always revisit it in my head. I think about how passionately the characters meet for the first time and how (I find) the hook to be interesting and promising. I’ve planned and plotted for how most of the rest of the novel goes but I find myself not feeling confident about it, thus losing motivation to write through it.
Is there anyone else that feels this way? What’s the fix for when you are super in love with the premise of the beginning but feel lackluster about the journey afterwards?
I really want to hunker down and finish this thing but I feel super stuck about it.
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2024.11.25 00:44 SnooRobots7924 Canadian Thanksgiving
If Canadian Thanksgiving is during October, why are there no NHL games on November 28th during US Thanksgiving?
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