You had dozens of clean, well fed, (and white, to be sure) children thrown into foster care.
Actually (and my knowledge here is sketchy at best, so grain of salt) from the women they were talking to it sounded like the fathers were more or less exiled but otherwise the families were more or less intact. Just from this broadcast, though.
But it appears that wasn't so common then. There is considerable assertion that things didn't get really freaky until one leader died and his son took over.
One article linked to in Wikipedia's entry, interviewing some of the lawmen who were involved in the raid, contradicts that notion, as apparently you still had a fair number of seriously underaged "wives" in the situation.
ION, I need a two-headed dog. Or rather, my dog needs two headedness, since there are cats (!) in the yard to the left and workmen (!) in the yard to the right and it's apparently very hard to keep on top of the barkiness level in each direction.
I need math help!
I need to find out how many pounds are in one cu ft of hydrogen.
One pound of H will occupy 10,160.2608 liters, or 358.806 cubic feet.
I need to find out how many pounds are in one cu ft of hydrogen.
One pound of H will occupy 10,160.2608 liters, or 358.806 cubic feet.
Wouldn't that be 1/358.806 lbs. per cu ft? If one pound is 300+ of cu ft, then one cu ft is going to substantially smaller than a pound. Or am I missing something.
One pound of H will occupy 10,160.2608 liters, or 358.806 cubic feet.
You can just take the multiplicative inverse - ie: 1/358.806
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ION, I need a two-headed dog.
Once upon a time, Soviet scientists transplanted a puppy's head onto another dog. No really, I've read multiple accounts of this. Here's
Time Magazine's
account: [link]
I'm not clicking on that.
In related news, my coworker has discovered the joys of rickrolling. Fortunately, my machine doesn't have a sound card.
Once upon a time, Soviet scientists transplanted a puppy's head onto another dog. No really, I've read multiple accounts of this. Here's Time Magazine's account
So THAT'S what that Roky Erickson song is about (I'm guessing)!
Remind me to never shop on a Wednesday afternoon again! I've been in lone for over 15 minutes. This is so weird-I never would have thought this would be a busy time.