The GQP: Trumpist Death Cult

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2 minutes ago, jimmyjazz said:

God dammit, I'm not gonna sleep for days.

What, you’ve never seen a pic of Kim Guilfoyle before?

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3 hours ago, Macanudo said:

I let these idiots riff for a bit then tell them "Want to fix the immigration issue?  Fine every employer who hires someone without proper paperwork.  $10k for the 1st one, 25k for the next and increase it by 25k for every one after that."   That usually shuts them down and then I tell them "Good luck getting construction projects started let alone completed.  I hope you don't mind not having the variety of fresh produce we get and (relatively) cheap meat.  Oh, and are you going to start roofing or cleaning toilets at work when your day ends?"

Anytime any of my relatives start up with this shit, most of the time I can tell them "if you want to fix it, then how about you lead by example and fire the guy who mows your lawn or bales your pasture that you pay cash and who barely speaks any English."

MAGA as a whole has no fucking clue how much immigrants are doing for them, whether it's freeing them up from mowing lawns or farm work, or cheap produce, or cheap construction or cheap roofing or siding.

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32 minutes ago, jimmyjazz said:

Yeah, that was a swing and a miss.  Ray Wylie Hubbard is a Texas treasure.  I had the pleasure of sitting with him at the bar after I played an open mic.  I was drinking Guinness, he was drinking iced tea.  He said he saw me, I said "so how was it?", and he took another sip of tea.

I ordered another Guinness.  Smart, funny dude.

Even if he wasn't a Texas treasure ---- which of course he is ----- the context of the song is that 1) it's a dream 2) in the dream he's cast into hell and he can't get out 3) because he couldn't get out, he thought he'd try to suck up to the devil by telling him that he thought the devil's better was the solo of the two.  It's not Ray Wylie's actual, conscious, real life opinion,  but Ray Wylie's dream-I've-been-cast-into-hell-so-it's-in-my-best-interests-to-suck-up opinion.

 

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I had a dream last night I was cast into Hell by a jealous God
The Devil walked up and said, "You don't need no lightning rod
It hardly ever rains down here, I can't recall the last storm
You ain't gonna need that leather jacket, it gets kinda warm
But there's one way in there's no way out
It looks like you're here to stay
The place is a mess, it's overcrowded, more are coming in everyday"

 

I said, "Oh man, wait a minute there's gotta be something wrong
I ain't a bad guy, just write these little songs
I always pay my union dues, I don't stay in the passing lane"
And he said, "What about all that whiskey and the cocaine"
I said, "Well, yeah, but that's no reason to throw me in Hell
'Cause I didn't use the cocaine to get high
I just liked the way it smelled"

 

He said, "Come on over here son, let me show you around
Over there's where we put the preachers, I never liked those clowns
They're always blaming me for everything wrong under the sun
It ain't that harder to do what's right, it's just maybe not as much fun
Then they walk around thinking they're better than me and you
And then they get caught in a motel room
Doing what they said not to do"

 

"Now the murderers and the rapists they go in this fiery lake
As well as most of the politician and the cops on the take
And all the mothers who wait till they get to K-Mart to spank their kids
And instead of showing what to do what's right
They just hit 'em for what they did
And all the daddy's who run off and abandon their daughters and sons
Oh, anybody who hurts a child is gonna burn until it's done"

 

"Everybody is down here", I said
"Who's up in Heaven with God and the Son"
Oh, some saints and mystics and students of metaphysics one O one
People who care and share and love and try to do what's right
Beautiful old souls who read a little stories to their babies every night
What you won't find up in Heaven are
Christian Coalition Right Wing Conservatives
Country program directors and Nashville record executives

 

Now I said, "I've made some mistakes, but I'm not as bad as those guys
How can God do this to me or can't He sympathize
He said, "You're wrong about God being cruel and mean
Oh, God is the most loving thing that's never been seen"
I said, "Hotshot tell me this which religion is the truest"
He said, "There all about the same
Buddha was not a Christian, but Jesus woulda made a good buddist"

 

Well, I thought about my future, I didn't seem to have much of one
I looked around to leave but there was no place to run
I said, "I don't suppose I could go back and try living again
You know like reincarnation, I hear that's the way it's always been"
"I can't answer that", he said
"You're gonna have to wait for that response
But it's not any more unusual to be born twice than it is to be born once"

 

Well, it looked like I was gonna be stuck here as far as I could tell
I thought I might as well suck up, you know what the hell
I said you, "You know that song that Charlie Daniels did
About how you went down to Georgia and played fiddle against that kid"
He said, "Yeah it broke my heart but you know what are you gonna do
I said, "To tell you the truth
I thought your solo was the better of the two"

 

Well, then I woke up and I was lying in my bed
I ran upstairs and kissed my little boy on his sleeping head
I took this dream as a sign from God, so I thought I'd better pray
I said, "Don't ever speak to me directly and thanks anyway"
Now so much has changed about me
Besides me just giving up red meat
Some get spiritual, 'cause they see the light
And some, 'cause they feel the heat

 

Freakin love that song. He lives here at least part time. I see him around town every now and then.

4 hours ago, Red Five said:

Like, Biden/Harris pulled us out of NATO? They implemented a bunch of Project 2025 stuff? Biden declared himself a dictator? Passed a nationwide abortion ban? etc. etc.

And of course the dude that runs twitter responds "Absolutely". It's like we're speaking a different language. 

Then they should just go ahead and vote for Kamala, right?

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4 hours ago, Satchel said:

Well! Look who’s entered the chat?
 

 

 

Says the guy (Tom Cotton) who is on a government health plan. And a damn good one, at that. Fucking hypocrite. 

 

Edit: As a government employee, Pearl is probably also on a government health plan. 

 

Edited August 27 by High Plains Drifter

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Anytime any of my relatives start up with this shit, most of the time I can tell them "if you want to fix it, then how about you lead by example and fire the guy who mows your lawn or bales your pasture that you pay cash and who barely speaks any English."
MAGA as a whole has no fucking clue how much immigrants are doing for them, whether it's freeing them up from mowing lawns or farm work, or cheap produce, or cheap construction or cheap roofing or siding.

Or they absolutely know and their indignation is all for show and political points.

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Just now, C-Man said:

Or they absolutely know and their indignation is all for show and political points.

Maybe we should start telling our MAGA relatives that, as patriots, and as people who want to save American jobs, we are going to make lists and developing proof and start reporting everybody, including relatives, and every company we believe to be hiring illegal immigrants.

 

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30 minutes ago, Haphap said:

 

 

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It is an interesting and somewhat macabre parlor game to play at a large gathering of one’s acquaintances: to speculate who in a showdown would go Nazi. By now, I think I know. I have gone through the experience many times—in Germany, in Austria, and in France. I have come to know the types: the born Nazis, the Nazis whom democracy itself has created, the certain-to-be fellow-travelers. And I also know those who never, under any conceivable circumstances, would become Nazis.

It is preposterous to think that they are divided by any racial characteristics. Germans may be more susceptible to Nazism than most people, but I doubt it. Jews are barred out, but it is an arbitrary ruling. I know lots of Jews who are born Nazis and many others who would heil Hitler tomorrow morning if given a chance. There are Jews who have repudiated their own ancestors in order to become “Honorary Aryans and Nazis”; there are full-blooded Jews who have enthusiastically entered Hitler’s secret service. Nazism has nothing to do with race and nationality. It appeals to a certain type of mind.

It is also, to an immense extent, the disease of a generation—the generation which was either young or unborn at the end of the last war. This is as true of Englishmen, Frenchmen, and Americans as of Germans. It is the disease of the so-called “lost generation.”

Sometimes I think there are direct biological factors at work—a type of education, feeding, and physical training which has produced a new kind of human being with an imbalance in his nature. He has been fed vitamins and filled with energies that are beyond the capacity of his intellect to discipline. He has been treated to forms of education which have released him from inhibitions. His body is vigorous. His mind is childish. His soul has been almost completely neglected.

At any rate, let us look round the room.

The gentleman standing beside the fireplace with an almost untouched glass of whiskey beside him on the mantelpiece is Mr. A, a descendant of one of the great American families. There has never been an American Blue Book without several persons of his surname in it. He is poor and earns his living as an editor. He has had a classical education, has a sound and cultivated taste in literature, painting, and music; has not a touch of snobbery in him; is full of humor, courtesy, and wit. He was a lieutenant in the World War, is a Republican in politics, but voted twice for Roosevelt, last time for Willkie. He is modest, not particularly brilliant, a staunch friend, and a man who greatly enjoys the company of pretty and witty women. His wife, whom he adored, is dead, and he will never remarry.

He has never attracted any attention because of outstanding bravery. But I will put my hand in the fire that nothing on earth could ever make him a Nazi. He would greatly dislike fighting them, but they could never convert him. . . . Why not?

Beside him stands Mr. B, a man of his own class, graduate of the same preparatory school and university, rich, a sportsman, owner of a famous racing stable, vice-president of a bank, married to a well-known society belle. He is a good fellow and extremely popular. But if America were going Nazi he would certainly join up, and early. Why? . . . Why the one and not the other?

Mr. A has a life that is established according to a certain form of personal behavior. Although he has no money, his unostentatious distinction and education have always assured him a position. He has never been engaged in sharp competition. He is a free man. I doubt whether ever in his life he has done anything he did not want to do or anything that was against his code. Nazism wouldn’t fit in with his standards and he has never become accustomed to making concessions.

Mr. B has risen beyond his real abilities by virtue of health, good looks, and being a good mixer. He married for money and he has done lots of other things for money. His code is not his own; it is that of his class—no worse, no better, He fits easily into whatever pattern is successful. That is his sole measure of value—success. Nazism as a minority movement would not attract him. As a movement likely to attain power, it would.

The saturnine man over there talking with a lovely French emigree is already a Nazi. Mr. C is a brilliant and embittered intellectual. He was a poor white-trash Southern boy, a scholarship student at two universities where he took all the scholastic honors but was never invited to join a fraternity. His brilliant gifts won for him successively government positions, partnership in a prominent law firm, and eventually a highly paid job as a Wall Street adviser. He has always moved among important people and always been socially on the periphery. His colleagues have admired his brains and exploited them, but they have seldom invited him—or his wife—to dinner.

He is a snob, loathing his own snobbery. He despises the men about him—he despises, for instance, Mr. B—because he knows that what he has had to achieve by relentless work men like B have won by knowing the right people. But his contempt is inextricably mingled with envy. Even more than he hates the class into which he has insecurely risen, does he hate the people from whom he came. He hates his mother and his father for being his parents. He loathes everything that reminds him of his origins and his humiliations. He is bitterly anti-Semitic because the social insecurity of the Jews reminds him of his own psychological insecurity.

Pity he has utterly erased from his nature, and joy he has never known. He has an ambition, bitter and burning. It is to rise to such an eminence that no one can ever again humiliate him. Not to rule but to be the secret ruler, pulling the strings of puppets created by his brains. Already some of them are talking his language—though they have never met him.

There he sits: he talks awkwardly rather than glibly; he is courteous. He commands a distant and cold respect. But he is a very dangerous man. Were he primitive and brutal he would be a criminal—a murderer. But he is subtle and cruel. He would rise high in a Nazi regime. It would need men just like him—intellectual and ruthless. But Mr. C is not a born Nazi. He is the product of a democracy hypocritically preaching social equality and practicing a carelessly brutal snobbery. He is a sensitive, gifted man who has been humiliated into nihilism. He would laugh to see heads roll.

I think young D over there is the only bornNazi in the room. Young D is the spoiled only son of a doting mother. He has never been crossed in his life. He spends his time at the game of seeing what he can get away with. He is constantly arrested for speeding and his mother pays the fines. He has been ruthless toward two wives and his mother pays the alimony. His life is spent in sensation-seeking and theatricality. He is utterly inconsiderate of everybody. He is very good-looking, in a vacuous, cavalier way, and inordinately vain. He would certainly fancy himself in a uniform that gave him a chance to swagger and lord it over others.

Mrs. E would go Nazi as sure as you are born. That statement surprises you? Mrs. E seems so sweet, so clinging, so cowed. She is. She is a masochist. She is married to a man who never ceases to humiliate her, to lord it over her, to treat her with less consideration than he does his dogs. He is a prominent scientist, and Mrs. E, who married him very young, has persuaded herself that he is a genius, and that there is something of superior womanliness in her utter lack of pride, in her doglike devotion. She speaks disapprovingly of other “masculine” or insufficiently devoted wives. Her husband, however, is bored to death with her. He neglects her completely and she is looking for someone else before whom to pour her ecstatic self-abasement. She will titillate with pleased excitement to the first popular hero who proclaims the basic subordination of women.

On the other hand, Mrs. F would never go Nazi. She is the most popular woman in the room, handsome, gay, witty, and full of the warmest emotion. She was a popular actress ten years ago; married very happily; promptly had four children in a row; has a charming house, is not rich but has no money cares, has never cut herself off from her own happy-go-lucky profession, and is full of sound health and sound common sense. All men try to make love to her; she laughs at them all, and her husband is amused. She has stood on her own feet since she was a child, she has enormously helped her husband’s career (he is a lawyer), she would ornament any drawing-room in any capital, and she is as American as ice cream and cake.

II

How about the butler who is passing the drinks? I look at James with amused eyes. James is safe. James has been butler to the ‘ighest aristocracy, considers all Nazis parvenus and communists, and has a very good sense for “people of quality.” He serves the quiet editor with that friendly air of equality which good servants always show toward those they consider good enough to serve, and he serves the horsy gent stiffly and coldly.

Bill, the grandson of the chauffeur, is helping serve to-night. He is a product of a Bronx public school and high school, and works at night like this to help himself through City College, where he is studying engineering. He is a “proletarian,” though you’d never guess it if you saw him without that white coat. He plays a crack game of tennis—has been a tennis tutor in summer resorts—swims superbly, gets straight A’s in his classes, and thinks America is okay and don’t let anybody say it isn’t. He had a brief period of Youth Congress communism, but it was like the measles. He was not taken in the draft because his eyes are not good enough, but he wants to design airplanes, “like Sikorsky.” He thinks Lindbergh is “just another pilot with a build-up and a rich wife” and that he is “always talking down America, like how we couldn’t lick Hitler if we wanted to.” At this point Bill snorts.

Mr. G is a very intellectual young man who was an infant prodigy. He has been concerned with general ideas since the age of ten and has one of those minds that can scintillatingly rationalize everything. I have known him for ten years and in that time have heard him enthusiastically explain Marx, social credit, technocracy, Keynesian economics, Chestertonian distributism, and everything else one can imagine. Mr. G will never be a Nazi, because he will never be anything. His brain operates quite apart from the rest of his apparatus. He will certainly be able, however, fully to explain and apologize for Nazism if it ever comes along. But Mr. G is always a “deviationist.” When he played with communism he was a Trotskyist; when he talked of Keynes it was to suggest improvement; Chesterton’s economic ideas were all right but he was too bound to Catholic philosophy. So we may be sure that Mr. G would be a Nazi with purse-lipped qualifications. He would certainly be purged.

H is an historian and biographer. He is American of Dutch ancestry born and reared in the Middle West. He has been in love with America all his life. He can recite whole chapters of Thoreau and volumes of American poetry, from Emerson to Steve Benet. He knows Jefferson’s letters, Hamilton’s papers, Lincoln’s speeches. He is a collector of early American furniture, lives in New England, runs a farm for a hobby and doesn’t lose much money on it, and loathes parties like this one. He has a ribald and manly sense of humor, is unconventional and lost a college professorship because of a love affair. Afterward he married the lady and has lived happily ever afterward as the wages of sin.

H has never doubted his own authentic Americanism for one instant. This is his country, and he knows it from Acadia to Zenith. His ancestors fought in the Revolutionary War and in all the wars since. He is certainly an intellectual, but an intellectual smelling slightly of cow barns and damp tweeds. He is the most good-natured and genial man alive, but if anyone ever tries to make this country over into an imitation of Hitler’s, Mussolini’s, or Petain’s systems H will grab a gun and fight. Though H’s liberalism will not permit him to say it, it is his secret conviction that nobody whose ancestors have not been in this country since before the Civil War really understands America or would really fight for it against Nazism or any other foreign ism in a showdown.

But H is wrong. There is one other person in the room who would fight alongside H and he is not even an American citizen. He is a young German emigre, whom I brought along to the party. The people in the room look at him rather askance because he is so Germanic, so very blond-haired, so very blue-eyed, so tanned that somehow you expect him to be wearing shorts. He looks like the model of a Nazi. His English is flawed—he learned it only five years ago. He comes from an old East Prussian family; he was a member of the post-war Youth Movement and afterward of the Republican “Reichsbanner.” All his German friends went Nazi—without exception. He hiked to Switzerland penniless, there pursued his studies in New Testament Greek, sat under the great Protestant theologian, Karl Barth, came to America through the assistance of an American friend whom he had met in a university, got a job teaching the classics in a fashionable private school; quit, and is working now in an airplane factory—working on the night shift to make planes to send to Britain to defeat Germany. He has devoured volumes of American history, knows Whitman by heart, wonders why so few Americans have ever really read the Federalist papers, believes in the United States of Europe, the Union of the English-speaking world, and the coming democratic revolution all over the earth. He believes that America is the country of Creative Evolution once it shakes off its middle-class complacency, its bureaucratized industry, its tentacle-like and spreading government, and sets itself innerly free.

The people in the room think he is not an American, but he is more American than almost any of them. He has discovered America and his spirit is the spirit of the pioneers. He is furious with America because it does not realize its strength and beauty and power. He talks about the workmen in the factory where he is employed. . . . He took the job “in order to understand the real America.” He thinks the men are wonderful. “Why don’t you American intellectuals ever get to them; talk to them?”

I grin bitterly to myself, thinking that if we ever got into war with the Nazis he would probably be interned, while Mr. B and Mr. G and Mrs. E would be spreading defeatism at all such parties as this one. “Of course I don’t like Hitler but . . .”

Mr. J over there is a Jew. Mr. J is a very important man. He is immensely rich—he has made a fortune through a dozen directorates in various companies, through a fabulous marriage, through a speculative flair, and through a native gift for money and a native love of power. He is intelligent and arrogant. He seldom associates with Jews. He deplores any mention of the “Jewish question.” He believes that Hitler “should not be judged from the standpoint of anti-Semitism.” He thinks that “the Jews should be reserved on all political questions.” He considers Roosevelt “an enemy of business.” He thinks “It was a serious blow to the Jews that Frankfurter should have been appointed to the Supreme Court.”

The saturnine Mr. C—the real Nazi in the room—engages him in a flatteringly attentive conversation. Mr. J agrees with Mr. C wholly. Mr. J is definitely attracted by Mr. C. He goes out of his way to ask his name—they have never met before. “A very intelligent man.”

Mr. K contemplates the scene with a sad humor in his expressive eyes. Mr. K is also a Jew. Mr. K is a Jew from the South. He speaks with a Southern drawl. He tells inimitable stories. Ten years ago he owned a very successful business that he had built up from scratch. He sold it for a handsome price, settled his indigent relatives in business, and now enjoys an income for himself of about fifty dollars a week. At forty he began to write articles about odd and out-of-the-way places in American life. A bachelor, and a sad man who makes everybody laugh, he travels continually, knows America from a thousand different facets, and loves it in a quiet, deep, unostentatious way. He is a great friend of H, the biographer. Like H, his ancestors have been in this country since long before the Civil War. He is attracted to the young German. By and by they are together in the drawing-room. The impeccable gentleman of New England, the country-man—intellectual of the Middle West, the happy woman whom the gods love, the young German, the quiet, poised Jew from the South. And over on the other side are the others.

Mr. L has just come in. Mr. L is a lion these days. My hostess was all of a dither when she told me on the telephone, “ . . . and L is coming. You know it’s dreadfully hard to get him.” L is a very powerful labor leader. “My dear, he is a man of the people, but really fascinating.“ L is a man of the people and just exactly as fascinating as my horsy, bank vice-president, on-the-make acquaintance over there, and for the same reasons and in the same way. L makes speeches about the “third of the nation,” and L has made a darned good thing for himself out of championing the oppressed. He has the best car of anyone in this room; salary means nothing to him because he lives on an expense account. He agrees with the very largest and most powerful industrialists in the country that it is the business of the strong to boss the weak, and he has made collective bargaining into a legal compulsion to appoint him or his henchmen as “labor’s” agents, with the power to tax pay envelopes and do what they please with the money. L is the strongest natural-born Nazi in this room. Mr. B regards him with contempt tempered by hatred. Mr. B will use him. L is already parroting B’s speeches. He has the brains of Neanderthal man, but he has an infallible instinct for power. In private conversation he denounces the Jews as “parasites.” No one has ever asked him what are the creative functions of a highly paid agent, who takes a percentage off the labor of millions of men, and distributes it where and as it may add to his own political power.

III

It’s fun—a macabre sort of fun—this parlor game of “Who Goes Nazi?” And it simplifies things—asking the question in regard to specific personalities.

Kind, good, happy, gentlemanly, secure people never go Nazi. They may be the gentle philosopher whose name is in the Blue Book, or Bill from City College to whom democracy gave a chance to design airplanes—you’ll never make Nazis out of them. But the frustrated and humiliated intellectual, the rich and scared speculator, the spoiled son, the labor tyrant, the fellow who has achieved success by smelling out the wind of success—they would all go Nazi in a crisis.

Believe me, nice people don’t go Nazi. Their race, color, creed, or social condition is not the criterion. It is something in them.

Those who haven’t anything in them to tell them what they like and what they don’t—whether it is breeding, or happiness, or wisdom, or a code, however old-fashioned or however modern, go Nazi. It’s an amusing game. Try it at the next big party you go to.

“Who goes Nazi?” By Dorothy Thompson 

August 1941

https://harpers.org/archive/1941/08/who-goes-nazi/

Posted without comment 

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3 hours ago, Hugo Stiglitz said:

“Who goes Nazi?” By Dorothy Thompson 

August 1941

https://harpers.org/archive/1941/08/who-goes-nazi/

Posted without comment 

Great Gladwell podcast about Thompson here: Hitler’s Olympics Part 1: The Blue-Eyed Tornado

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the dumbest fucking people alive ….

 

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2 minutes ago, tx 3 putt said:

the dumbest fucking people alive ….

 

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On 8/26/2024 at 6:08 AM, Biff Tannen said:

7-8 college kids moved into a multi-unit house across the street from me in Hyde Park this semester.  Typical young, white males.  Walked the dogs by this morning and there's a small dotard 2024 sign in their yard.  Will they actually vote?  I have my doubts.  I think it's just stupid kids being stupid kids and trying to be provocative (in our 99% blue neighborhood) and "go against the grain".  Now, of course it just makes them look small and stupid, but whatever dudes.  I'm sure there will be tons of chicks lining up at your door to hang out with you cool guys soon.

I hate white males.

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33 minutes ago, tx 3 putt said:

the dumbest fucking people alive ….

 

I expect to see her in a Sovereign Citizen arrest video soon.

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are these people real?

you would think that a demagogue would be handsome, intelligent, and charismatic, but instead its feeble dudes with micropenises who scream the loudest. unreal how many people worship this bloated, orange clown.

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10 minutes ago, Pancho said:

Did Dale write this in 1832?

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21 minutes ago, Pancho said:

This shit amazes me. It's damn near the fucking opposite to what I've been attractied to my entire life. Fucking losers.

Load and Outspoken, and refusal to be a fucking servant walflower are literally top of the list of shit that turns me on...what a bunch of fragile pussies who can't handle being challenged. 

[BehoId, The Underminer! 11571]

On 8/27/2024 at 10:54 PM, tx 3 putt said:

the dumbest fucking people alive ….

 

Her confidence is astounding. 

[BehoId, The Underminer! 11571]

24 minutes ago, Pancho said:

I think Dale just said he wouldn’t wife Sydney Sweeney. 
 

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38 minutes ago, SydneyCarton said:

This shit amazes me. It's damn near the fucking opposite to what I've been attractied to my entire life. Fucking losers.

Load and Outspoken, and refusal to be a fucking servant walflower are literally top of the list of shit that turns me on...what a bunch of fragile pussies who can't handle being challenged. 

They don’t like women who are more of a man than they are 

[TwiceHorn 30851]

On 8/27/2024 at 10:54 PM, tx 3 putt said:

the dumbest fucking people alive ….

 

Stupid and inferior.

[TwiceHorn 30851]

Who is this embarrassing motherfucker?

Spoiler

 

 

Edited August 29 by TwiceHorn
Fixed, soz mates

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1 hour ago, Pancho said:

- Expects an orgasm during sex

[TwiceHorn 30851]

So, should have known the 88 is a Nazi reference, not birth or graduation year.  https://www.facebook.com/mhanna88/videos/

Piece of shit.

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Just got a text asking me to fight back against the Democrats and RINOs so we can get the Ten Commandments displayed ASAP. Unbelievable this is the bullshit they're wasting time and resources on.

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9 minutes ago, TwiceHorn said:

So, should have known the 88 is a Nazi reference, not birth or graduation year.  https://www.facebook.com/mhanna88/videos/

Piece of shit.

His wife has some top 5 all time crazy eyes. 

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Jeez, @TwiceHorn, spoiler that!

[BehoId, The Underminer! 11571]

im pretty interested in finding out every thought mhanna has had in his entire life.

 

edit: IM IN LUCK!

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3 hours ago, SydneyCarton said:

This shit amazes me. It's damn near the fucking opposite to what I've been attractied to my entire life. Fucking losers.

Load and Outspoken, and refusal to be a fucking servant walflower are literally top of the list of shit that turns me on...what a bunch of fragile pussies who can't handle being challenged. 

Fucking this.

To summarize it more succinctly, these pathetic chuds only want to have sex with women who lie there like a robot and have no expectations, vs. a woman who wants to go 4 rounds and takes the lead and tells you what she wants, with appropriately profane/dirty descriptors.

These guys are absolutely pathetic.  They are the opposite of manly.  Anyone who is threatened by a woman with agency is a fucking pathetic-ass simpering coward.

[sasquatch69 576]

Hadn't seen this shared yet (SIAP).

https://www.denverpost.com/2024/08/29/kamala-harris-bus-stop-signs-denver-rtd-police-immigration/

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Investigators are working Thursday to remove racist, anti-Kamala Harris signs from multiple bus stops along Colfax Avenue in Denver. 

The first sign was reported around 5 a.m. by a bus driver at a stop near the intersection of Colfax Avenue and Oneida Street, according to a news release from Denver’s Regional Transportation District.

RTD officials said the metal sign was attached to the bus stop’s pole with rivets and appears to have been installed shortly before it was reported.

As of 10:45 a.m., signs had been found at three bus stops near the intersections of Colfax Avenue and Oneida Street, Colfax Avenue and Yosemite Street and Colfax Avenue and Garfield Street, according to RTD officials.

Edited August 29 by sasquatch69

[tx 3 putt 75570]

 

1 hour ago, sasquatch69 said:

Hadn't seen this shared yet (SIAP).

https://www.denverpost.com/2024/08/29/kamala-harris-bus-stop-signs-denver-rtd-police-immigration/

 

maga cult will proclaim that as ‘real’ 

 

[mchookem 15575]

wtf that's right by my neighborhood. stupid fuckers 🤬

[SydneyCarton 47486]

11 minutes ago, mchookem said:

wtf that's right by my neighborhood. stupid fuckers 🤬

Police your shit better, goddamnit

[tx 3 putt 75570]

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

 

[DigglerontheHoof 20600]

36 minutes ago, tx 3 putt said:

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

 

[royiv 9045]

4 minutes ago, DigglerontheHoof said:

If you listened to 19 minutes of that crap, that’s on you.

[Hugo Stiglitz 23247]

Death cult

 

[Biff Tannen 45228]

On 8/29/2024 at 10:53 AM, jimmyjazz said:

Jeez, @TwiceHorn, spoiler that!

And warn people not to click the spoiler

[tx 3 putt 75570]

 

[tx 3 putt 75570]

if pic 1 triggers you, pic 2 better enrage you …

 

[Ted Lange 15935]

On 8/27/2024 at 10:54 PM, tx 3 putt said:

the dumbest fucking people alive ….

 

This just broke the Dunning-Kruger meter

[tx 3 putt 75570]

 

[TwiceHorn 30851]

On 8/27/2024 at 10:45 PM, tx 3 putt said:

 

It's amusing how just aggro Navarro is.  But this might explain why we don't have some vague-ass crime like "election interference."

[Horn Under a Bad Sign 20304]

14 hours ago, tx 3 putt said:

 

The next question should be: "You said this country needs a dictator. So, if Kamala wins, you'd be okay with her being a dictator?"