@Policecamz The offscreen cop says “Boy Young 74112.” He should have said “Bravo Yankee 74112” — how poorly trained are these cops?
The on camera cop did everything by the book. The girl should get extra charges. As far as the car smelling like marijuana, that gives probable cause to search
@FlBirder@mariashriver@AdamKinzinger Yeah… slavery. We have the electoral college because of slavery.
Time to dump it. Land doesn’t vote. Each person should have equal representation in the government
Just in the last 48 hours, Donald Trump:
-Insulted Medal of Honor recipients
-Said he wants to be "friendly" with Iran
-Boasted about how he gets along with dictators
-Lost track of what state he was in
-Said he's "better looking" than VP Harris
-Said climate change is good because it will give us more beachfront property.
-Repeated the lie that he won the 2020 election
-Mocked and mispronounced the names of journalists
Dear Republicans, it's not too late to get off the Trump train.
In the wee hours of the morning, while Joe Biden was likely sleeping soundly in the White House, a drug-addled septuagenarian heap of Diet Coke, hamberder grease, spray tan and sociopathy sat alone in his gilded golf motel rage-posting on his failing social media app about a swanky, celebrity-filled, black-tie dinner in Washington D.C. which he did not attend and likely was not invited to.
Clinging to his phone for dear life with his wee-lil hands, watching the clips over and over again, the mocking laughter of a roomful of famous and fabulous people he shall forever rue for refusing to capitulate to his awfulness, battering and bruising his eggshell-fragile ego on a never-ending loop.
Unable to bear the humiliation of being the butt of their jokes and the object of their scorn, he retreated to the usual sanctuary of his digital realm to lash out in a desperate attempt to regain a semblance of control.
With each keystroke of his fun-sized fingers, his rage burned hotter and hotter, as his addlepated mind was pounded over and over again by a deluge of simultaneous self-pity, self-righteousness and self-loathing.
In his twisted reality, he was a martyr, the righteous avenger striking back against the injustice of his perceived persecution.
Desperate for validation and vindication from the invisible audience of his faceless, faithful worshippers, he hammered the ALL CAPS keys demanding adulation and adoration even in the depths of his despair.
Alone in his room, a laughingstock and a loser, illuminated by the glow of his safe-space smartphone as he angrily tapped away, tortured by collective ridicule, consumed by fury and desperate for the revenge he knew deep down, he will never, ever have.
Sad.
@carsonkrow Wait. So this BOTHERS you? Women dressing modestly with their children bothers you? People speaking clearly to one another bothers you? Are you sure you are American?