Speaking of the Outer Banks, a researcher at the Florida Museum of Natural History began the quest to find the origins of wild ponies in Maryland, Virginia, and North Carolina.
The findings were amazing, and shed light on the history of the ponies.
Wild feral horses have roamed freely across an island off the coast of Maryland and Virginia for hundreds of years, but exactly how they got there has remained a mystery. Now, ancient DNA extracted from a 16th century tooth suggest that the old folk tales claiming that horses were marooned on Assateague following a Spanish shipwreck are likely true.
An abandoned Caribbean colony unearthed centuries after it had been forgotten and a case of mistaken identity with the tooth—long thought to be from a cow—have conspired to rewrite the history of that barrier island 1,000 miles away.
We were watching a documentary of this last week and it was fascinating.
Those seemingly unrelated threads were woven together when Nicolas Delsol, a postdoctoral researcher at the Florida Museum of Natural History, set out to analyze ancient DNA recovered from cow bones found in archaeological sites. Delsol wanted to understand how cattle were domesticated in the Americas, and the genetic information preserved in centuries-old teeth held the answer. But they also held a surprise.
The specimen’s surprise wasn’t revealed until Delsol compared its DNA with that of modern horses from around the world. Given that the Spanish brought their horses from the Iberian Peninsula in southern Europe, he expected horses still living in that region would be the closest living relatives of the 500-year-old Puerto Real specimen.
According to the research, the Spaniards were responsible for moving the ponies into Maryland, Virginia, and North Carolina.
A gaggle of girls grabbed a golf cart, got on the highway, and made a getaway to the ghetto after their Lyft failed to show up. The thieving thots then took their time traveling the turnpike.
A viral video posted to Twitter this weekend shows five girls cruising down Route 50 near Bowie, Maryland, in a stolen golf cart – apparently determined to make it to D.C. after missing their Lyft.
The video was captured by Gregory Green on September 12, who happened to drive past the girls and told them that what they were doing was not safe.
Dude, they stole a golf cart. You think they gave a rat’s ass if driving it on the highway was dangerous?
The driver of the golf cart asked Green if he would give them a ride since he was recording them with his phone. Some of the teens in the video could be seen trying to hide their faces with their masks and bonnets.
“Yes, I’ll give you a ride, because y’all need to pull over,” he said. But the girls kept driving and told Green to stop recording them.
I give Mr. Green credit for trying to save the lives of these dullards, but honestly, he should have let them carry on. No golf cart is making the trip from Bowie to D.C. without running out of gas, or without a much-needed charge. Then a tractor trailer could do Darwin’s work and blast the cart to pieces.
Philadelphia Mayor Jim “I’ll Have Another Drink” Kenney was pictured dining indoors, without wearing a mask – and likely drunk – in a Maryland restaurant. Philadelphia restaurants are still not allowed to offer indoor dining, thanks to Kenney’s draconian order; a decision which has forced many restaurants to shutter their doors for good.
Philadelphia’s mayor is facing criticism after a photo has emerged of him dining indoors in Maryland while his city’s restaurants are only permitted to serve customers outside.
The image of Jim Kenney – posted on Instagram by restaurateur Marc Vetri – was taken Sunday in the Chesapeake Bay region of Maryland, his office told the Philadelphia Inquirer.
“Glad you’re enjoying indoor dining with no social distancing or mask wearing in Maryland tonight while restaurants here in Philly close, suffer and fight for every nickel just to survive,” Vetri wrote next to the photo. “I guess all your press briefings and your narrative of unsafe indoor dining don’t apply to you. Thank you for clearing it all up for us tonight.”
Vetri’s establishment is one of many which is struggling to stay afloat during ridiculous orders.
Kenney addressed the uproar Monday, writing in a tweet: “I know some are upset that I dined indoors at a restaurant in Maryland yesterday.
“I felt the risk was low because the county I visited has had fewer than 800 COVID-19 cases, compared to over 33,000 cases in Philadelphia. Regardless, I understand the frustration,” he said.
Yep, being a Democrat means never having to say you’re sorry. To think this binge drinking fascist wants to run for governor. Good luck with that, jerkoff.
Consider this your feel-good story of the day. The Woodmont Country Club is considering rejecting Barack Obama’s membership because of his despicable Israeli policies.
Obama is looking to join the elite Woodmont Country Club in Maryland once he becomes a private citizen.
But members of the mostly Jewish club are at each other’s throats over whether to accept the president, with many saying he deserves to be snubbed for not blocking an anti-Israel vote at the United Nations.
“In light of the votes at the UN and the Kerry speech and everything else, there’s this major uproar with having him part of the club, and a significant portion of the club has opposed offering him membership,” a source told The Post.
Obama’s complimentary membership in the club — which charges regular members an $80,000 initiation fee — would have begun after he leaves the White House on Jan. 20, Inauguration Day.
This is exactly what’s wrong with politics and why we desperately need term limits. No politician should ever be elected to office and leave said position a millionaire.
Kyle, Erik, and I spent our Saturday at Philadelphia’s Lincoln Financial Field. Philly was hosting the NCAA Men’s Lacrosse Championships, so we grabbed tickets to the Division I Final Four. We’ve gone to championship weekend in 2013 and 2015, and this is the last time Philly will be hosting until at least 2019.
I may have
completely disregarded slightly bent my surgeon’s orders by driving before Monday, but nothing was keeping me from the games. My stubbornness bit me in the apple-shaped bottom, however, because it was crazy hot, and I underestimated the amount of walking I had to do. I did not feel well before the games, and felt worse afterward, but I survived.
No thanks to a punk kid who accidentally elbowed my in the stitches…
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