09.03.2026 01:14
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Nearly 200 innocent girls were vaporized by a cruise missile launched by the US. Where is the indignation?
Or the only thing that now occupies the mind of Americans is the price of gas? Americans wouldn’t mind mass murdering children if gas stayed around $2.50 a gallon? It seems so.
Our President of Peace just sent America to war.
Starting wars is easy. Ending them to the warmonger’s satisfaction, not so much. Let’s hope this war of choice’s ending doesn’t hurt We the People too deeply.
LMAO! 😹
Great idea. Doable, too.
Nevertheless, I’ll stick to eating them, bones and all. Matter of fact, alive. Eat them alive and screaming. Oh, yeah! 😎 That shivers me timbers.
No, Mark. We’re way past that point. Taxing the rich won’t cut it anymore.
Eat them, the rich. Bones and all. That’s what this moment in history demands.
We wasted our time trying to reason with MAGAs with no result. Why? We were speaking reason to emotions: resentment, fear, vengeance; reason didn’t work. Only a brutal cognitive shock could do the job. Epstein was that shock. MAGAs expected to find liberals in his lair: They found Trump instead.
We wasted our time trying to reason with MAGAs with no result. Why? We were speaking reason to emotions: resentment, fear, vengeance; reason didn’t work. Only a brutal cognitive shock could do the job. Epstein was that shock. MAGAs expected to find liberals in his lair: They found Trump instead.
We wasted our time trying to reason with MAGAs with no result. Why? We were speaking reason to emotions: resentment, fear, vengeance; reason didn’t work. Only a brutal cognitive shock could do the job. Epstein was that shock. MAGAs expected to find liberals in his lair: They found Trump instead.
We wasted our time trying to reason with MAGAs with no result. Why? We were speaking reason to emotions: resentment, fear, vengeance; reason didn’t work. Only a brutal cognitive shock could do the job. Epstein was that shock. MAGAs expected to find liberals in his lair: They found Trump instead.
One side of my brain longs for the ICE brown shirts to finally stare along the barrels of guns ready to shoot back. The other one recoils before the significance of such an encounter: the proverbial crack in the damn that presages a huge and inconsolable disaster.
