He didn't tip off the right agency. AND the reward depends on a conviction, not an arrest. AND he gets a proportion of the reward depending on how instrumental his info was in the case being solved.
(AND the poor are just tools to those in power.)

Edit: or so I gathered.

He does look like a statue that escaped from the Vatican. I hadn't realized it yet.

And it's sooo typical of their hyper-inflated personal and national egos:
They didn't wonder for one minute why on earth foreign companies would pay up. For the honor or doing business with the greatest country on earth tm? Because they'd have no choice of other buyers, since no other countries has car / computer / whatever manufacturers who'd buy their products instead?

They. Are. So. Fucking. Insular.

I uninstalled it yesterday to stop wasting so much time scrolling. Lemmy having so much less content is a bobsend.

I was 16, on a road-trip in the US with my dad and my sister. We're French. First time in the US. Get to NYC after a month. That was before Internet existed: we had booked a room in the Central Park YMCA by mail. Reception goes: "Yes, you're in the book. LastName, 2 people, today through next Saturday."
"Err, no, sorry, the dates are right but there are 3 of us."
"Oh, we must have written it down wrong, no problem, we'll give you a bigger room." We get to our room. 5 minutes later there's a knock on the door. My sister opens it. My dad's jaw clatters on the lino floor. It was his estranged dad and very much estranged step-mother. He hadn't been in touch for 20 years; I had met them once when I was 3; my sister, never. They had booked a room under the same LastName (duh), for the same 6 nights, in the same hostel, for their first visit to the US.
We did spend some time with them in NYC, but it didn't lead to any happily-ever-after, family-healing breakthrough, because they were jerks or, to be honest, monsters.

In my late forties and I couldn't tell you what year I graduated. I know I fucked up so bad freshman year I had to switch from an Ivy League to an okay school with zero credit to my name, and lost a whole year, I know I got to 90% done with three different minors I ended up hating and dropping. I know I'm successful and happy in my career.
It doesn't matter a bit.
Also, you're struggling BUT doing it. That's way more impressive than cruising through college.

While I feel the pain of his wives, with their 8 or 9 (living!) children each.

Thank you for asking tbe question for everybody.

Are you a heartless monster unable of empathy, who never realised other people might be people, too?

For me, Star Wars and Lord of the Ring (the books, as well.)
The best part? I publish SF and fantasy for a living.

Yup, it's a way to use old bread instead of letting it go to waste.

Olympic-sized is 50 meters, but your point stands.

He got the maximum sentence.

So you could just buy... images?

France. I fear I'd be driven out of town.

Glad that you asked! I weave rag rugs from dead clothing and sheets. It goes Sheet > Rag for spills > Cleaning rag > Teared into strips for weaving. When I have a full bag, I weave a new rug, having fun with the colors on hand. I get 60cm*1m absorbent rugs for the bathroom or the mudroom. Some are so cute my kid preempts them for her bedroom. They're resistant, thick, easy to wash, easy to discard when they get ratty.

I'm sorry what?

I had that exact same model 15 years ago. It got stolen and I'm still not over it. I got basic Kobo readers instead; they work fine with Calibre and any ebook you can get. I don't touch Amazon with a ten-foot pole, and I never use the Kobo account you have to create when buying the device.

But I'd give somebody's left arm to have the Sony back. It was perfect.

Always?
No keys: we don't lock our home, and since we share a car the key lives in a drawer.
No wallet: I forget it at home several times a year.
No make-up: I never wear any.
Random scraps of paper with illegible notes it is, then.

You know, 4 years ago I thought 100 square meters would be plenty for my garden. Now I'm struggling to fit everything I want in 300 square meters.
And you just told me I can't remove the rhubarb because there's something new to try with it. Damn. Thanks.