You have to meet your audience where they are at. Twitch makes a lot of sense and has a lot of reach.

The media had all sorts of names for me. The Distance Defender, The Absentee Advocate, and a few other less creative ones. It was fine by me as this was sort of my specialty at this point. I adjusted my tie and glasses and walked into the courtroom for the last phase in my latest trial.

“Your Honor, as I’ve shown in the last few weeks of this trial, my client Clint Jeffries couldn’t have committed these crimes. I have highly regarded witness testimony from Dr. Livingston and her colleagues saying that Mr. Jeffries was in Prague for the 2 weeks before and the week after the heist. Additionally, his bank records and credit card statements make it clear that his standard of living hasn’t changed. All the evidence points towards my client being innocent.”

The judge had his head down reviewing documentation, trying to see if there’s anything he missed from this case. He had the distinct impression I was lying, but without documented proof of that, there really wasn’t much he could do.

“I find Mr. Jeffries…not guilty on all counts.”

My client over Zoom barely smiled, but I was thrilled. As I walked out of the courtroom that day, a crowd of reporters gathered around me for the typical questions.

“Justice was served here today, and an innocent man won’t be forced to suffer this circus of a trial anymore. No further questions, thank you for your time.”

I walked back to my car, opened the door, got in, and let out a deep sigh. It doesn’t really ever get easier, but my luck has lasted for another trial. I opened up my glovebox and pulled out a wallet and a box of ID cards. As I opened it up, I pulled out the ID card for Clint Jeffries and tossed it in the glovebox on its own, and pulled out a new one from the box. Joseph Montgomery. Forty-one, no priors, currently three days into a fourteen-day cruise with over a thousand witnesses. He doesn’t look much like me, but if I lose the glasses and grab a wig from storage, I think I’ll be passable. The bank branch the next town over is holding a lot of cash due to an issue with the armored car pickup schedule. Time to make some calls. I’ll have to thank Rebecca for her testimony, a nice return of the favor I did for her a few years back.

You’ve said you want USDC or ETH on Base, but your own site isn’t checking USDC balances, only ETH. I think some idiot sent you free money but you don’t realize you’ve won.

Also, inbound emails are bouncing. Whoops.

Jesus already took the wheel, time to take the blocklist too 🙏🏻

Pretty wild stuff.

The 32-year-old nurse, who works in wound care at a hospital in Billings, Montana, did a self-assessment. He was alert. There was little pain or blood. And the pole wasn’t moving. The group used a satellite-based communication device, a Garmin inReach, to contact local authorities and inform them of their plan to self-rescue.

https://apnews.com/article/montana-hiker-impaled-pole-self-rescue-d35444319d0fe4249ab878237625e862

Wild to go full cans except for a single 2 liter. Gotta wonder the reason behind that.

I disagree. I read this whole comment chain and I think what started as a factual observation morphed into accusations of anti-trans sentiment, and candidly I’m not really sure why.

I imagine they were talking about destruction in a practical sense. Disassembling the book and scanning it like that is faster and cheaper than purpose build book scanning machines.

Additionally, court documents indicate they generally just throw them away afterwards. So the knowledge is retained, but that book is destroyed.

https://tagteam.harvard.edu/hub_feeds/3415/feed_items/14341220