

You are a creepy person, please don’t live near me.


You are a creepy person, please don’t live near me.


They have no money, and they’re going to have to live with the result of choices made long ago by wealthy people who are dead now.
I wouldn’t be doing a damn thing if I was them, except maybe riot.


This is definitely true for at least a small number of people.
I’ve ran across more than I care to remember over the years, people who could just prattle on 24/7 if they had the energy, while not actually really saying anything or conversing in any meaningful way.
It’s a living hell for me.


Yeah, by China, because they’re a totalitarian state that doesn’t allow their people to not like them.
This isn’t rocket science. You just need to up your understanding level, comrade.


Listen comrade, you know China isn’t some dreamland full of happy wealthy people, it’s got huge numbers of poor, starving people, young people stricken with cancer, disease, bulldozers, you name it. They’re ran by an uncaring party, who are turning the screws on the population who are rebelling and dying.
I know you know. And now you know I know you know. Your little pink act is tired.


#9, along with Trump popping right up for a quick photo-op immediately afterwards told me all I needed to know about the situation.
Either it was all known about before-hand, or trump’s SS is extremely incompetent.


Man, if they don’t have all my data by now, they’re doing something wrong.


Well, I’m sure the SAVE act would really make the Baileys feel more safe.


He must pay a pittance, to be paid in 20 equal installments of one-twentieth of a pittance each.


That depends.
Is the driver Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1879, or Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1912?


You’re spot on, I just realized that expressing hate for MAGA in public is like an exchange of kindness as much as it is anger or frustration.
They must spend a ton of cash keeping it quiet, because it’s the first I’ve ever heard about it, and I ain’t no spring chicken.