The right has become such a weird ass death cult, and yet they still insist on calling themselves “right to life”.

That’s not how this works, that’s not how any of this works.

I suspect most people don’t bring it up because that’s the least of what their friendship implies. And of course if Trump is a pedo, then he would definitely be protecting them.
The real problem is that his base doesn’t care if he’s a child rapist or not. They are either jealous that he gets away with it and aspire to be like him, or they think it’s his God given right and the poor lost children he raped should be honored.

I’m pretty sure we have all been saying that for years. Pretty much from the moment the Epstein shit blew up. I mean, they were best buds for over a decade.

For some reason, the Google keyboard has \ on the main keys, but I have to dig for / and I just can’t find the ability to give a shit some days.

What world are you living in? Only slightly more 1\4 of the US voting population tried to stop fascists from taking over even after the fascists said, “Hey, we’re fascists, and we plan on getting super fascisty up in dis bitch!”. Slightly less than 1\4 of the voting population actively worked to put the fascist in power and the remaining half gave the fascists 2 thumbs up and cheered them on. You are talking like this is some coup, but the US fucking invited them in and handed them the keys to the place. Even with all their tricks and lies and downright illegal activities, it wouldn’t have meant shit if just a small percentage of the rest of the voting population had bothered to vote. So, even if we pretend that we are all Rambo and go on some single-handed “cleansing” of Washington, and we just murder the shit out of them without them lifting a finger to stop us. WTF is that going to do for us? They’ll just be replaced by more monsters because that’s what we chose.

If the bus went 600 miles an hour and every one on board might die because a duck decided to take flight at the wrong time? Then ya I think there would be some serious celebration every time the bus stopped.

What, are not grateful that they trickle down a tiny bit of money from what is left after the shareholders and CEO take their hard earned cut? Just because you did all the work and earned all of the money? How gready can you be? I mean they graciously let you be sick 6 days a year, and let you frolic for another 10. Don’t you realize how much effort they had to put in worrying that the small smidgen of their enormous wealth that they had inherited and invested in your company was not earning them greater wealth at a rate that was grossly unhealthy for the company or the economy?

Does that include all the money "borrowed"from SS, or the interest that is supposed to be paid for the “borrowed” money?

This reboot of The Odd Couple is really weird.

Personally, I’m holding out for the Tesla minivan.

The economic impact of the economy collapsing is that normal people will lose everything and the 0.1% will be able to buy it all up on the cheap.

Ok with it? I think that’s pretty much the number one goal.

I read this as pornography, and was like I can believe that, this is the type of thing super rich bastards do. But then I googled it and realized that I got it wrong.

It is possible that some VP paid a fortune to have someone determine the maximum distance that an angry mob was willing to travel and now they make sure to only screw over people inside that boundary just enough to keep it sub angry mob levels.

Holy sweet baby Jesus! You need to put a trigger warning on your post. The traumatic memories that you brought to the surface are enough to send me back to therapy all over again.

Seriously. Much much worse.

First you had to pay a fortune for a device, with which you may or may not get very limited map updates. Then after that you had to pay quite a bit to update. Even then it could take a year for permanent road changes to make it to the map updates, and temporary changes were never shown. Road construction, wrecks, and temporary closures were your problem. And God forbid your route took you through a closed area because there was no way to route around it. You had to find a place to park so you could look over the tiny little map to figure out your own way around the blockage, or else you could pick a direction and then yolo your route until you were far enough away from the problem area that the gps would finally choose a route that didn’t go through the problem area.
And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. For instance, all the above assumes that it accepted the address you were going to as a valid address. There was nothing like the joy of typing in an address and having the device tell you that it doesn’t exist.

Very few were funny or creative. If anything they were heavily trending away from anything funny or creative towards loud and obnoxious. They knew everyone got up to go to the bathroom or kitchen and wanted to make sure that you still heard and recognized their ad. Then with the advent of tivo type recording, they did their best to make the first and last 15 seconds as abusive as possible, that way they could force their advertising into your brain before you had a chance to grab the remote and skip it, or during that little bit of commercial you had to watch just before the show returned.
While I will admit that there were some absolutely amazing commercials, like the Trunk Monkey, those were not only incredibly rare, but also being rapidly abandoned. I think modern commercials may actually be better overall than those of the past. Just look at what Ryan Reynolds is doing. I loath commercials, but I am also subscribed to his YouTube channel and regularly watch his “videos” because they’re amusing.

It says on the package that it’s artisanal, so I think that means it’s special.

I’m not the guy you were responding to. I responded to your question about how he could still be arguing such an illogical argument.
And to reiterate, his entire argument is a lie. It’s a smoke screen to hide the real reason he didn’t want to vote for a woman, or a brown person, or whatever his hang-up is.