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Repeatedly pissed myself.I was about 18 or so and I went to some carnival with my sister. She and I are both strange; we don’t mind having a wild time together and we don’t care what other people think of us. That last part came in handy later.So Georgia insisted we ride this really awful ride. It’s hard to describe, but I could tell by looking at it that it seemed capable of defying the laws of physics resulting in grave personal injuries. Also the people getting off it were looking a little too relieved, if you know what I mean.But my sister insisted so against my better judgement I agreed.First, the ride involved getting in a two person round carriage thing. They strap you in with the loosest, weakest straps. Really, if I’d taken my shoelaces and used them, it would have been more secure. But just in case there were metal bars which they lowered over our laps with about two feet of space between them and our bodies. They weren’t even at a good angle to rest our arms on. And of course the entire inside was metal. Because what could go wrong, right?So my sister and I are sitting facing each other alone in this metal can to hell. It’s all set up so it’s like a ferris wheel so basically we rose higher and higher as other people were loaded on. Alright so far. We had windows which were basically chicken wire we could see out through. I was unhappy to realize it seemed to go up higher than it looked from the ground.My sister loves these things. I do not. She happens to love scaring me. I don’t like that either. So she started out shoving back and forth to get the thing to start swinging. I couldn’t reach her to smack her although I tried kicking. That’s about when I remembered what a jerk she is.On to the ride. This thing began to revolve like a ferris wheel, perpendicular to the ground. Faster and faster. And faster. Remember the scene in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka singing as they ride in breakneck speed through the tunnel? That was my sister.I was trying to choke while acting calm while making a whistling noise through my clenched teeth to keep my screams in. My sister was rocking the carriage.And then they defied the laws of physics. The entire wheel turned on its side and we were now whipping around so fast everything outside was an absolute blur. But much, much worse was each carriage was whipping around independent of the entire thing.And then without slowing, it moved back up like a ferris wheel, then back down. And then it did this again and again.I don’t know when I started screaming. I remember trying to hold onto the metal bar which didn’t keep me from being forced up nearly against the metal roof. So then I had one arm up to keep from cracking my skull. And then I would be forced forward as if I was in a giant toilet, my hips against the metal bar. My sister was doing the same thing but for some reason she was laughing. Hysterically.I was in hell. My mind broke. I started laughing. I was crying. I was screaming.And then I peed myself.In between my screams I managed to tell my sister which drove her into even worse hysterics. And the pee made my seat wet so I was slipping all over even worse. I kept trying to keep from peeing more so I was clenching down there while being thrown around like popcorn. The only thing which made it bearable was the knowledge it had to end soon.And then they sped it up. What kind of sociopath invented this? How many people had to die in this before they banned it?When it got faster my head was forced back against the metal and I couldn’t move it. My lips were forced back by centrifugal force. My bladder control, like my pride and hope, was completely lost. I peed freely, I peed everywhere.“Pee——-pee!!!” I tried to yell at my sister as if she was going to pull out a hankie and help me clean myself. She was, not surprisingly, laughing so hard she was crying. She was being thrown helplessly against the metal, her legs flying up, her long hair twisting around her face. It occurred to me this must be what I looked like. Except for my wet pants. I remembered she’d been drinking. She should have been the one pissing herself.I wasn’t christian, but I was praying anyway, shouting out, “Oh, god! Oh my god!!!!” and only realized it was out loud when my sister started yelling “Amen!!!” between screams and laughing.Finally the nightmare ended. We slowed and came to a stop. We slowly pulled ourselves together. When I could talk, I told her what I thought of her. My butt was soaked; the carriage stank of urine. My sister didn’t care. How was I going to walk around in the crowd with my pants wet? How would I face the guy who was going to open the carriage for us???Well, our time came, he opened the carriage, my sister and I fought tooth and nail to get out first and we popped out like pus from a pimple. We nearly knocked the guy over. I heard his swearing as we ran away.As I walked I could feel my panties were thoroughly soaked as were the back of my jeans. My sister, bless her heart, offered to walk closely behind me so it wouldn’t show. I was so grateful.And then she ran around me and ahead of me and I had to chase her all the way to the car, my wet thighs chafing and the smell wafting from me strong enough to make heads turn as I desperately barrelled my way through the crowd.

Because the Pepsi Co. chose to stop perpetuating an icon that demeans Black Americans. Pepsi is retiring the Aunt Jemima brand not erasing it, and the Quaker product will remain on store shelves.Given Aunt Jemima’s name and history, Black Americans dislike its portrayal. We no longer want to be exposed to this part of our history in grocery stores every time we need pancake syrup.The original Aunt Jemima image was modeled after the fictional “Mammy” character, a significant part of Southern culture nostalgia. She was conceived by two white men in 1925 during the height of the Jim Crow era (1865–1962).Such as Jim Crow was the name of a minstrel routine “Jump Jim Crow,” Aunt Jemima was named after the minstrel song, “Old Jemima.”The Aunt Jemima image(s) will likely be on display in the Jim Crow Museum - Ferris State University along with black Sambo and other offensive historical African-American cultural icons.Some whites lament the loss of their favorite breakfast character. Others don’t care and think the controversy is overblown.If white Aunt Jemima consumers so desperately want a see a subservient woman as they enjoy their pancakes,They should petition the Pepsi Co. to put a do-rag on Betty Crocker and use her image instead.

Yes it did and, contrarily to what one can read in other answers, it did way better than commonly credited. Let's address some myths:Italy lost most battles. False. Italy lost one main battle: the infamous battle of Caporetto where an Austro-German (mostly German-led) pierced through the Italian lines and provoked the collapse of the Italian lines. Aside from Caporetto, either Italy own most of its engagements both on land (from the battle of the Solstice to the Strafexpedition to Vittorio Veneto) and sea (the bay of Premuda, the sinking of Viribus Unitis, Szent István), or these battles resulted in bloody and often inconclusive stalemates (most battles of the Isonzo).Italy was a burden. Patently false and showing an evident lack of understanding of WWI. Italy played an important role in the war: it drew considerable forces from other fronts, it diverted the pressure from Serbians (delaying the defeat of their the brave but ultimately hopeless resistance) and Russians (who, in turn, helped the Italians as well, for example with the Brusilov offensive); Italians ferried the remnants of the Serbian army after their disastrous retreat through the mountains; Italy contributed to the Balkan front with over 100,000 men in Albania and 40,000 in France (here they bravely held out at Bligny delaying the German advance). Italy contributed way more than credited.Italy betrayed its allies. False but more understandable. The Triple Alliance that bound together Italy, Germany and Austria-Hungary was a Defensive alliance which, among its clauses, determined that:a) Italy had to fight when one of the other two parties had been attacked.b) Austria was supposed to inform Italy of any diplomatic and military move, which they did not.c) Austria was supposed to coordinate its military effort and deployment by calling conferences with Italy and Germany, which they did not.d) The alliance established that whenever Austria expanded territorially in the Balkans, Italy was to be compensated elsewhere. Yet in 1908 when Austria unilaterally annexed Bosnia they did so without and compensation.e) Austria was supposed to inform Italy before declaring war: instead, it never even bothered to inform Rome of their intentions.f) Finally, Austria had been even planning to attack Italy while the Italian Army way deployed in the South after the terrible Messina earthquake (that caused over 120,000 deaths)4. Italy performed terribly. False. It performed not that worse than most other countries: while Italian army had many drawbacks (deficient industry, obsolete tactics, suicidally brave NCOs, truly terrible leadership), it was still able to fought a prolonged industrial war on a scale never seen before with a barely industrialised country. Italy, a small nation (arguably a small, barely medium, power) defeated one of the 5 Great European Powers. For example, it took 5 years to France and Britain with their empires to defeat Germany (which was also fighting in the East) on a way better terrain.So why was Italy treated that way at the end of the war?Because the Allies were simply bullies who betrayed their ally simply because they could: France and Britain were much stronger and richer and Italy was not in a position to assert itself once Wilson put his weight on the table. Secondly, the incompetent Italian political leadership simply walked away from the negotiating table in a bluff trying to assert their position but failed miserably. The idea of having been betrayed (justifiably) fuelled nationalist resentment which led to Fascism.