Shump stays making Boogie Cousins look like a CLOWN. This time he does it by using a simple analogy to describe how treasonous and weak Kevin Durant's move to Golden State was.
Boogie might be lower IQ than Nick Young and that's crazy.
Donald Trump hates real journalists who confront him with facts and follow-up when he lies and then stay on him throughout the interview.
You don't see much of that today.
But watch how it's done.
@BustedOpenRadio Cody is the Harvey Dent of the WWE… he’s been the white knight meat babyface, that’s been burned by everyone one of his so called friend! It’s time to introduce the 2/Face side!
Colin Kaepernick once believed Jay-Z could be an ally. But by the time the two finally spoke, Jay-Z’s deal with the NFL was already done.
A leaked recording from a 2017 owners meeting captured Bills owner Terry Pegula saying the league needed a Black figure to help address the protests. @kaepernick7 believes Jay-Z ultimately became that figure—using his enormous cultural influence to help the NFL move beyond the protest without addressing its core demands.
@Thepivot on @Netflix
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The Dude is so sick of seeing this woman on TV. Here is hopefully the last installment of what the Dude imagines our hero, the lone juror, saying to these people after he gets doxxed and watches these smug demons on TV:
“There's something I can't stop thinking about.
The moment they knew.
Not the moment they died.
The moment before.
The moment those children realized:
Mommy is going to kill me.
Jesus Christ.
Try living inside that sentence for five fucking seconds.
A child enters this world knowing almost nothing. Everything is enormous. Everything is strange. Thunder is terrifying. Darkness is terrifying. A nightmare can feel like the end of the world.
And through all of it there's Mom.
Their harbor in the tempest.
When the world frightens you, you run to her.
When something hurts, you call for her.
When there's a monster in the closet, she proves it isn't there.
Her arms are the place where terror is supposed to end.
Now imagine looking into that same face and realizing the terror is coming from her.
Where do you run when your safe place is trying to kill you?
Who do you scream for?
Mommy?
Mommy is the one doing it.
Did they scream for their daddy?
God, I think about that.
Did one of those little kids understand just enough to know something was terribly wrong and start screaming his name?
Did they believe he'd come running through the door because that's what daddies do when you're scared?
And did there come some horrible little moment when they realized nobody was coming?
Imagine being a child and discovering, in the last moments of your life, that your harbor in the tempest is the fucking tempest.
Imagine the confusion.
Why is Mommy doing this?
Why won't Mommy stop?
What did I do?
And maybe the most unbearable one:
Doesn't Mommy love me anymore?
And these three women had one job after those children could no longer speak.
One.
They couldn't save them.
Nobody could anymore.
But they could walk into that jury room and say:
We heard you.
You mattered.
What happened to you mattered.
The person who did this does not get to walk away from you.
They were among the last people those children would ever need to stand up for them.
And they fucking failed them.
Now look at them.
Television.
Makeup.
Studio lights.
Smiling hosts telling them how brave they are.
A fucking press tour.
They're explaining that they wanted to “change the conversation” about postpartum depression.
Change the conversation?
Three murdered children were the conversation.
But apparently that wasn't a sufficiently fashionable conversation.
So now the children are scenery while the adults who failed them explain how enlightened they were for understanding their killer.
And Christ, can these women imagine the mother's pain.
They can practically crawl inside her skull.
Her depression.
Her isolation.
Her despair.
Her suffering.
They'll excavate that woman's psyche with fucking teaspoons looking for one more reason to understand her.
But the children?
Apparently that's where their legendary powers of empathy run out of fucking gas.
Because I haven't heard one of these women say:
I imagined being that child.
I imagined looking at my mother and realizing she wasn't going to stop.
I imagined the incomprehensible betrayal of discovering that the person I trusted more than anyone alive was the person I needed protection from.
Sit with that.
Then go on television and congratulate yourself for understanding the mother.
The children don't get a press tour.
They don't get sympathetic interviews.
They don't get to tell America how frightened they were.
They don't get to grow up and explain what happened to them.
They get silence.
And these women get applause.
So spare me the television victory lap.
Spare me the self-congratulation.
Spare me the speeches about compassion.
You want to show me compassion?
Turn off the fucking cameras.
Close your eyes.
Make yourself six years old.
Mommy is supposed to make everything okay.
And then, in the most terrifying moment of your short little life, you realize something no child should ever have to understand:
Mommy is the thing you need saving from.
Now tell me whose fucking shoes you should have been standing in.”
This is friggin brilliant.
MAGA are not only dumb fucks in America, but they take the dumb fuckery abroad.
This comedian schooled a MAGAt and was hilariously funny while doing it.
#DemsUnited
Pat McAfee show just spending a very nice 6 minutes segment discrediting Dan Orlovsky is hilarious. Segment called "Bears situational Report" where they just show how much Caleb was in control of the offense and it wasn't 'bad defense more than Caleb'.