Oops… I did it again.
Dropped an opinion and apparently brought the left to tears 😂
Reminder: disagreement isn’t violence. It’s called having an opinion. Carry on.
@ZeekArkham Well well well, we got us another uppity George Jefferson! 😂🤣
People can be so damn ignorant. Congrats on a pool that my white privilege card was denied on! 😁
You having a Sesame Street understanding of geopolitics is a you problem, my man.
Believing in isolationism is as stupid as believing the earth is flat.
The US dollar backs up the world’s economy because we make the rules, because we command the systems of power that can diplomatically pressure, economically sanction, technologically dominate, and militarily destroy every other country’s systems of power on this earth.
You don’t get that from tucking our tails in and hiding.
Doing that means us losing.
Doing that means us allowing evil regimes to win.
That’s not America first.
That’s the opposite.
Up until a few years ago, these items were not locked up. Progressive Democrats decided shoplifting was no longer a crime. The dregs of society started stealing stores blind, no recourse for the owners. An absolutely idiotic socialist "economic justice" farce. An extremely expensive farce.
@japan_nobunaga Quietly accepted is not the reality. People across this nation are pissed off these useless oxygen thieves are a low priority to Law Enforcement.
@JohnCleese@Evenings_Star You're too kind. Speaking bluntly, that woman has her head so far up her arse, she sees daylight when she opens her ignorant, lying pie hole.
USA. The suburbs. My neighbor Dale complimented my lawn, and I understood immediately that war had been declared.
It began at dawn on the day of rest. A roar. I went outside. Dale was marching a machine across his grass in perfectly straight lines — alone, unbidden, at first light. Up and down the street, the same scene: men grooming the earth itself, blowing single leaves from one place to another with enormous seriousness.
"Gotta stay on top of it!" Dale called over the noise.
Stay on top of it. As though the grass, left alone for one week, would rise up and take the house.
So I began tending mine. Modestly, at first. And then one morning Dale passed my fence, raised his coffee, and said the words.
"Lawn's lookin' good!"
In my country, war was declared with messengers and sealed scrolls. Here, it is declared with a compliment about your lawn.
I bought an edger. Dale answered with diagonal stripes. I rose at six. The following Saturday, Dale's mower was running at 5:45. We greet each other warmly over the fence, and neither of us has ever acknowledged what is happening, because that is the rule.
My back aches in a way I associate with actual combat. I have never been happier.
A man does not ask Dale for peace. There is no peace. There is only lawn.
My grass is now short enough to disappoint a rabbit. My lines are straight enough to navigate by. Yesterday a man slowed his truck, looked at my yard, nodded once, and drove on.
Dale saw it. DALE SAW IT.
A lawn, I have learned, is a letter to your street that says: I am still trying. Mine now says it in very straight lines.
Saturday, 5:30 a.m. The war continues. Dale does not know it yet.
Dale knows.
Okay, can anytime tell me why I should give even one tiny fk about these artisan's sexual orientation?? It's none of my business & it has zero bearing on how I view their artistry.
A 15-year-old girl who had loved wrestling since she was four got put on a mat against a fucking male while the adults in charge knew exactly what they were doing.
She didn’t know. They did. By the end of that match she was sobbing and running to her mother after getting digitally raped through her singlet. She still had to shake the bastard’s hand. Her own coaches just walked the fuck away.
Her mother reported it the next day like any decent parent would. The law and their own policy said report it to the Title IX coordinator immediately and get law enforcement involved within 48 hours.
These gutless fucks did nothing for 53 days. Fifty-three fucking days of silence while they protected their precious policy and kept letting males into girls’ sports.
Only when a journalist started asking questions did these cowards suddenly remember how to do their fucking jobs. The next day they finally filed the report.
The principal had the balls to call the mother afterward and say they take this shit “very seriously.” Seriously? You spineless pricks sat on a sexual assault complaint for nearly two months and only moved when the press showed up.
And what did it cost? The girl quit wrestling. A sport she’d loved since she was four years old. She quit because she no longer trusted the adults in charge to protect her. Students bullied the shit out of her after the story broke and not one coach or administrator lifted a finger to stop it.
They protected the policy. They protected their own asses. They left the girl to carry it alone. Fuck every last one of them.
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For the black folks who think cops and the justice system are against them, I offer this:
- I grew up in South Jamaica, Queens.
- I was surrounded by guns, gangs, and drugs.
- Even still, I’ve never killed anyone (I mean, there have been people where I wouldn’t have been sad if a bus hit them, or something, but I’ve never committed the act against anyone.
- I’ve never been in handcuffs (well, not actual handcuffs… there were a few times in college NEVERMIND, NEVERMIND, NEVERMIND).
- Outside of work, never seen the inside of a jail cell.
- I’ve had a bad interaction with a cop, but it stemmed from a female black cop being *very* aggressive to the point where even the other cops on scene were looking at her weird. I think she secretly wanted me.
So it is entirely possible for black folks to simply exist without problems or issues. Try it, it’s actually easy.
Hugs (except for that one cop… my tricep still has that lump where she hit me with her baton),
Zeek