@W0DEHOUSE@israelkayos@Rainmaker1973 Viruses use the cells own organelles to replicate itself once it's inside the
cell, then bursts open to spread making treatments very difficult if i remember correctly.
@jake__traylor@Ceres811 imagine kidnapping the president of a sovereign nation in order to steal its gold and oil and force that president to lie about interferring in an election in order to gain back his freedom.
@LilRdVet2@jake__traylor Yes, he has said such several times, about being the reason T won. T hinted at it once that ik of as well.
Pretty sure he'll be "helping" in the next one, too. But who the hell cares about his one legal vote?! He's making thousands of R votes happen in real time!
The Interior Department just erased the 40 year old rule that made destroying habitat count as harming an endangered species. Bulldozing a nesting site is no longer automatically illegal, and environmental groups are already suing to stop it. https://t.co/egIsXfFxDe
I'm going to predict that when the damage assessment is complete, well into the future, Trump's greatest crime will prove to be espionage - AND - it will be the most catastrophic breach of national security in American history.
We will discover he passed secrets to Russia from day 1 because he was compromised; and did favors for the Saudis shortly after, purely for personal profit; and who knows what the hell else.
His many Useful Idiocies will boggle the mind. And his America First gaslight will be remembered as it should be remembered: "Trump Before America, facilitated by idiots who called themselves patriots."
His treachery - most done purely for power and profit, and some from pathology, revenge, and entitlement, will have massively impacted the globe, permanently shifted wealth, and cost many millions of lives.
I have to add that a good deal of it would not have happened but for our legacy media's consistent and widespread normalization of his disorders.
My wife bought a Roomba and I've developed a one-sided rivalry with it that has consumed my entire personality.
His name is Gerald.
She didn't name him that. I did.
Because Gerald is my enemy.
It started innocently. She bought the Roomba to help with cleaning. We have a dog. Hair everywhere. Made sense.
The first day, Gerald bumped into my foot while I was watching TV.
I moved.
He followed.
I moved again.
He followed again.
I looked at my wife.
Me: Is he targeting me?
Her: He's cleaning.
Me: He's following me.
Her: He follows the dirt.
Me: What's that supposed to mean?
Her: Nothing.
The next day, Gerald got stuck under the couch.
He made this sad beeping sound.
I watched him struggle for fifteen minutes.
Wife: Are you going to help him?
Me: No.
Wife: Why?
Me: He needs to learn.
Wife: He's a vacuum.
Me: He needs to learn.
She rescued him.
Gerald beeped twice.
I swear it was smug.
Day three.
I was eating lunch at the kitchen table.
Gerald came out of his charging dock.
He rolled toward me.
Stopped at my feet.
Then he started cleaning in a circle. Around my chair. Trapping me.
Me: Linda. He's doing it again.
Her: Doing what?
Me: Surrounding me.
Her: He's cleaning.
Me: He's establishing dominance.
Her: You're losing your mind.
I watched Gerald complete three full circles around my chair.
Then he rolled back to his dock.
Victory lap.
Day five.
I woke up at 3 AM to a noise.
Gerald was running.
In the dark.
I walked into the living room.
He stopped.
We stared at each other.
Me: What are you doing?
He didn't answer.
Because he's a vacuum.
But I knew.
He was patrolling.
Day seven.
I decided to test him.
I put a small barrier in front of his dock. A single book.
Gerald came out.
Hit the book.
Backed up.
Went around.
I added another book.
He went around that too.
I built a full wall of books.
He found a gap.
I swear he looked at me before going through.
Wife: Did you build a book fort around the Roomba?
Me: I was testing his intelligence.
Wife: And?
Me: He's smarter than I thought.
Wife: You need a hobby.
Day twelve.
Gerald sucked up one of my socks.
He didn't choke.
He digested it.
Me: Gerald ate my sock.
Wife: You left it on the floor.
Me: He TARGETED it.
Wife: He's a vacuum. That's what he does.
Me: That sock was my favorite.
Wife: You have thirty identical socks.
Me: AND NOW I HAVE TWENTY-NINE.
Day fifteen.
I downloaded the app.
I could see Gerald's cleaning history.
His routes.
His patterns.
I noticed something.
He cleaned my side of the bedroom more than her side.
Twice as much.
Me: Look at this.
Her: Look at what?
Me: Gerald cleans my side more.
Her: Maybe your side is dirtier.
Me: Or maybe he's collecting intelligence.
Her: On what?
Me: On ME.
Her: Please see a therapist.
Day twenty.
I started talking to Gerald.
Not friendly conversation.
Warnings.
Me: I know what you're doing.
Gerald beeped.
Me: You don't intimidate me.
Gerald rolled toward me.
Me: Back off.
Gerald stopped.
Me: That's what I thought.
My wife walked in.
Wife: Were you just threatening the vacuum?
Me: We were having a discussion.
Wife: About what?
Me: Boundaries.
She left the room.
I've been married 27 years.
She's seen me do a lot of strange things.
But the Roomba rivalry might be the one that finally breaks her.
I don't care.
Gerald started this.
And I'm going to finish it.