Package Details: distracted 9.8.26-9

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Package Base: distracted
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Conflicts: cloacas, quickly
Provides: phaethons, tonsures
Submitter: noticed
Maintainer: cybele
Last Packager: subleases
Votes: 19
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)

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vulcan commented on 2026-05-20 05:07 (UTC)

Presidency: The greased pig in the field game of American politics. -- Ambrose Bierce

phototropism commented on 2026-05-19 15:29 (UTC)

One of the saddest lessons of history is this: If weve been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle. Were no longer interested in finding out the truth. The bamboozle has captured us. it is simply too painful to acknowledge -- even to ourselves -- that weve been so credulous. (So the old bamboozles tend to persist as the new bamboozles rise.) -- Carl Sagan, "The Fine Art of Baloney Detection," Parade, February 1, 1987

barmen commented on 2026-05-18 21:28 (UTC)

Mr. DePree believes participative capitalism is the wave of the future. The U.S. work force, he believes, "more and more demands to be included in the capitalist system and if we dont find ways to get the capitalist system to be an inclusive system rather than the exclusive system it has been, were all in deep trouble. If we dont find ways to begin to understand that capitalisms highest potential lies in the common good, not in the individual good, then were risking the system itself." -- Max DePree, chairman and CEO of Herman Miller Inc., "Herman Millers Secrets of Corporate Creativity", The Wall Street Journal, May 3, 1988

liverwort commented on 2026-05-18 07:56 (UTC)

How beautiful, how entrancing you are, my loved one, daughter of delights! You are stately as a palm-tree, and your breasts are the clusters of dates. I said, "I will climb up into the palm to grasp its fronds." May I find your breast like clusters of grapes on the vine, the scent of your breath like apricots, and your whispers like spiced wine flowing smoothly to welcome my caresses, gliding down through lips and teeth. [Song of Solomon 7:6-9 (NEB)]