Unoriginal. Dave Chapelle has said this multiple times. And his spin was funnier.
A gay orgy is probably the manliest thing in existence
Looks like the script is being closely followed these days...
Here, kitty, kitty...
This is so cool to learn, especially at my age. I am a white, Anglo-Saxon (predominantly Scots-Irish by decent...), Protestant male, and always considered POC to be the same as me, in all ways. But I've not taken the time to get to know the deeper history (and its key founders) of the fight for abolition. This was eye-opening for me, especially since two of the most prominent of those Founders, Ms. Tubman & Mr. Douglas, wagered great risks to themselves in pursuit of righteous things.
This is why I am concerned: history is being changed, rubbed out, redacted, muddled and muddied, and sometimes disappeared. That's scary as some of us older, more open and receptive people don't know these things, so I can only imagine how few a number of people who even know to ask the questions, let alone ask the right questions... As I said, scary...
Let history stand as continual lesson about how far we've come, and the strides made, and, yes, to the work ahead. But don't let factions play that old divide-and-conquer ploy. Push back and look at history for the clues strewn all about, on the topics of peace, equality, and love of every kind.
Peace, kids...
At the risk of riding a joke like a desperate jockey on a lagging nag (made a couple of Target jokes in comments and shares this week... that's what I mean...) , this set of photos is every single Target merchandising exec's wet dream. It's retro and fucking red. And plastic fantastic! They could ride this pony until Black Friday if they play their cards right... just sayin'...
Mid-Century Red Electronics Part 4 (x)(x)(x) (x)(x)(x) (x)(x)(x) Part 1 (x) Part 2 (x) Part 3 (x)
Are you awake, Red?
I am divided on your possible responses... I sigh in apprehension that I might have disturbed your blessed sleep, but hope that the curse that I am would have shaken you to widen those lashes...
The larger part of my fiery essence hopes you are awake, but the denser, smaller, and more dour condensed clouds of concern wish you to be deep in slumber... away from my toxins, my illness(es)
Either way, I'll greet the sun with reddened sclera and lyrics on my lips...
[My poetic gift to you this day, love...]
It always amuses me to see the emotionally unstable become more unstable when they don't get the things that they demand. It's like watching a tantrum-prone child just start turning red and shaking and drooling and screaming until they pass out or rupture blood breaks in their face. It's disturbing to see the first time, but after the fifth or sixth time, the novelty has worn off and is rather boring. Same thing with this latest incarnation of SJW, this brigade that's appointed themselves to be the militant guard who will take down capitalism and institute mandatory socialism, even if it means giving up their rights to start turning red, shaking, drooling, and screaming when the stormtroopers began rounding everyone up and sticking them in little boxes...
Go ahead, boycott everything, stage sit-outs (the more impactful protest where one turns their back on society and waits it out in the desert), and withhold your brilliance and beautiful screeching voices from the world and the bad people in it, until those bad people are driven to their knees and capitulate, and the perfect world you've demanded is magically and dutifully dropped at your precious feet.
We miserables will have to learn to manage, somehow, without you...
…well except he promised that if the WFP was transparent about how it would use the $6 billion to solve world hunger and they never did.
Nice money dog, nice pup...
this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!
Already knew that... I have witnessed it scuba diving off Panama City, FL. I would love to have the reckless abandon and impunity of these mollusks sometimes...
I do think, however, that there is a deep-seated reason for the aggression, and it stems from the very likelihood that it could wind up as calamari. Solution: Punch a fish in the face, knock its ass out and maybe offer it up as an alternative dinner choice to a seafood aficionado. (I don't think it will work, but I like the way they think...)
to be very clear: coronavirus is not an “enemy”. being a virus, it’s at the junction of the non-alive and alive – so to call it an enemy is akin to calling a hurricane, or maybe the waves enemies. are they? or is it a way of life that makes hurricanes, floods and, yes, pathogens stronger every year? they all just happen. there is no one to blame here but the state, the economy and their shitty representatives. keep that in mind when the last death-throes of humanism, propped up by nationalism, try to mobilize health and illness as their arguments for more surveillance, more control, and more death
Snicker...
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