While statistics can be spun to make almost anything look good, I've tried to report just the basic facts.
The data has been gathered from such sources as blogs, online newspaper and magazine articles, company financial statements, company advertising information packages, the actual dating service website, and multiple website measurement services.
Fry slept there with three people he’d only recently met: a soft-spoken carpenter named Jeff Banta from Elko, Nevada, and Idahoans Sean and Sandy Anderson, a sort of camouflage-clad Boris and Natasha with Midwestern accents.
International headlines dubbed them “the final four”—the last ones standing after a month-long coup dreamed up by a core group of extremists they’d never even met. In late January, the majority escaped, speeding away from the refuge, leaving everything—guns, ammunition, clothing—behind.
In 2014, Bundy’s father, Cliven, played host to militiamen from around the country who had congregated at his Nevada ranch to keep BLM officers from seizing his cattle.
Cliven hadn’t paid federal grazing fees in 20 years.
As federal agents closed in, the last remaining occupiers screamed at them to leave, cried to the livestream that they would die here, and taunted FBI agents, yelling, “Kill us and get it over with!
” Sachiyo ran upstairs to bed, unable to bear the thought that she might, at any second, hear her son be killed.
On the phone, he sounded excited—optimistic about shedding light on government overreach.
When the time came for David Fry to come out with his hands up, he huddled inside a tent of blue and white tarps and flicked a lighter at an unlit cigarette. Fry paused and inhaled, then screamed out into the clear morning cold, “Unless my grievances are heard, I will not come out!
” Outside, federal agents had surrounded him 15 hours before. There were armored vehicles, agents in flak jackets, negotiators. Beyond the armored cars, beyond the roadblock, across the country and around the world, people tuned in to a livestream of the occupation on You Tube.
A state representative arrived, pleading with Fry to come out. A nearby roadblock stopped reporters and television cameras from getting any closer to the shoddy camp, situated on the frosted western edge of the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge, in southeastern Oregon, where Fry now sat alone. Supporters running the stream hoped to capture and broadcast every gust of wind at the refuge, every crinkle of a tent, every voice, and—if it came to it—every bullet fired.
For 41 days, the middle-of-nowhere 187,000-acre bird refuge had been controlled by a group of armed men and women who believe that, according to the Constitution, public land belongs not to the federal government but to the people who live there. More than 2,000 miles away, in an Ohio suburb, Fry’s father, Bill, tuned in to hear his son square off with federal agents.
This page is an attempt by me to organize the vast majority of online dating related statistics and facts available on the Internet.