

The greatest democracy in the world is facing its biggest challenge since the civil war and you’re up here labeling and dividing, labeling and dividing, like you haven’t learned a fucking thing
The greatest democracy in the world is facing its biggest challenge since the civil war and you’re up here labeling and dividing, labeling and dividing, like you haven’t learned a fucking thing
If they lose soft power, what do they have to fall back on?
If you do call out a logical fallacy, people reply jn aLtErNaTiNg CaSe for some reason
The BQ would change their slogan to “nous autres, on l’a l’affaire!”
Is there a form of government that is inclusive? Seems to me that the practice of working to ensure that underserved demographics are represented runs counter to the thinking of the average power hungry dickhead who gravitates toward politics
Shave off the money after the second decimal? That’s just crazy enough to work!
You ain’t just whistlin’ Dixie
Oooh can you bring back the original Whopper?
I get it now, 10000 Mexican troops on the US border with Mexico, 1000 times more fentanyl seized along the Southern border, so that means ten Canadians deployed along the Northern border. Easy!
Nah, keep shtum on that one until people in the US start to flip out
Yes, their strategy of crowbarring in the candidate their funders want via superdelegate or just unilateral appointment has really appealed to the majority of voters
And the angel of the lord came unto me Snatching me up from my place of slumber And took me on high and higher still Until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own Midwest And as we descended cries of impending doom rose from the soil One thousand nay a million voices full of fear And terror possessed me then And I begged Angel of the Lord what are these tortured screams? And the angel said unto me These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard Tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat Like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!
Frig off Ricky!
You’re probably right
The abuse-bouche, if you will