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This feels like 2016 and what’s disgusting is roughly half of America is saying “why yes, I’d love an aspiring dictator that’ll screw our allies and trample the constitution to avoid going to prison for crimes he’s already committed.”
Seriously. WTF?
Americans have a choice today:
Vote for a person you may not agree with or vote for a person who will imprison people that disagree with him.
One will be a president and the other wants to be a king.
Picturing this scene at the next Presidential debate:
Trump: [spewing a lie-filled word salad]
Harris: A convict says what
Trump: what?
Harris: sorry I couldn’t hear your felonious voice. A convict says what?
Trump: what? People say “Sir, you have the most felonious voice…”
I don’t know how the Republicans don’t get charged with distributing harmful material to minors by doing this. This is exactly what led to a court case against the Dead Kennedys (which also contained a warning on the packaging).
Two weeks before Virginia's Nov. 7 election, the state GOP has sent voters fliers containing explicit content about Democrat Susanna Gibson, who is mired in a sex scandal while running for a seat in the Virginia House of Delegates. https://t.co/lbnq5nHtHD
If Twitter wanted to be profitable they should only allow X blocks/mutes per day for free with subscribers getting unlimited. At the rate the zanies are taking this place over I’d be buying a blue check within a few minutes just to silent the bozos.
In November 1967, ex-Marine John "Chickie" Donohue realized that some of his friends serving in Vietnam needed a morale boost. He decided to travel 8,000 miles to the war-torn country, sneaking in to bring them some ice-cold beers.
U.S. Marine Kevin McLoone was driving a jeep through An Khe during the height of the Vietnam War in late 1967 when he was astonished to see someone familiar. It was none other than John Donohue, a friend from his old neighborhood in New York, standing by the side of the road, attempting to flag down a ride. What made it even stranger was that Donohue was wearing civilian clothes and carrying a duffel bag full of beer. Donohue then informed McLoone that he had made an 8,000-mile journey from New York to Vietnam specifically to locate his friends and uplift their spirits with some cold brews. McLoone, taken aback by the situation, responded, "That's a hell of a beer run."