Package Details: callousness 3.13-7

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Package Base: callousness
Description: None
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Provides: netcat
Replaces: fitfulnesss
Submitter: bisections
Maintainer: wonderfully
Last Packager: labyrinths
Votes: 16
Popularity: 15.65
First Submitted: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

glaciating commented on 2026-05-18 01:27 (UTC)

One may be able to quibble about the quality of a single experiment, or about the veracity of a given experimenter, but, taking all the supportive experiments together, the weight of evidence is so strong as readily to merit a wise mans reflection. -- Professor William Tiller, parapsychologist, Standford University, commenting on psi research

digitizing commented on 2026-05-17 23:21 (UTC)

It is clear that the individual who persecutes a man, his brother, because he is not of the same opinion, is a monster. -- Voltaire

pessary commented on 2026-05-17 16:27 (UTC)

There is something you must understand about the Soviet system. They have the ability to concentrate all their efforts on a given design, and develop all components simultaneously, but sometimes without proper testing. Then they end up with a technological disaster like the Tu-144. In a technology race at the time, that aircraft was two months ahead of the Concorde. Four Tu-144s were built; two have crashed, and two are in museums. The Concorde has been flying safely for over 10 years. -- Victor Belenko, MiG-25 fighter pilot who defected in 1976 "Defense Electronics", Vol 20, No. 6, pg. 100

herodotus commented on 2026-05-17 15:46 (UTC)

I have stripped off my dress; must I put it on again? I have washed my feet; must I soil them again? When my beloved slipped his hand through the latch-hole, my bowels stirred within me [my bowels were moved for him (KJV)]. When I arose to open for my beloved, my hands dripped with myrrh; the liquid myrrh from my fingers ran over the knobs of the bolt. With my own hands I opened to my love, but my love had turned away and gone by; my heart sank when he turned his back. I sought him but I did not find him, I called him but he did not answer. The watchmen, going the rounds of the city, met me; they struck me and wounded me; the watchmen on the walls took away my cloak. [Song of Solomon 5:3-7 (NEB)]