Why were they so mad about such a tiny tax? It was literally nothing compared to today’s taxation.
It wasnt about taxation or stamps. It could have been afforded quite easily.
It was BECAUSE it bypassed the local government that was supposed to represent the people against the crown and it set a PRECEDENCE. Tiny tax today, but what about tomorrow…
The tax was tiny. In fact the tea tax was so small it actually made the tea cheaper than before the tax due to the motherlands subsidies. but colonial tea smuggling was an industry that didn’t want disrupted. Like 80% of colonial tea was smuggled. and Britain was paying back a war that gave the colonies a chance in the first place. So they put a tax on tea and still made it cheaper than smuggling and we threw it in the fucking harbor.
George Washington was a land surveyor and the British put a limit on the land that could be surveyed west. He didn’t like that. It made him wealthy.
We don’t know history much less our own revolution.
Today Israel can spend 25m+ on a congressional seat in Kentucky and we will defend it.
The founders literally came out of the house of burgess that represented the local people that got bypassed by the monarchy and today Israel spends millions to win a congressional seat in Kentucky.
If this be treason then we should make the most of it.
I cant tell if @catturd2 and @GuntherEagleman are more gay for each-other or for trump.
You two are no better than @JoJoFromJerz
just annoying political cucks whos high priest of democracy can do no wrong.
Pathetic. All of you.
Distraction Overload: the red vs. blue system keeps us fixated on petty conflicts, leaving little energy to question the bigger cage. Philosopher Herbert Marcuse called this “repressive tolerance”—we’re “free” to argue, but only within the system’s boundaries.
The macro problem here is that these constraints are structural, not accidental. Power thrives when people are too busy, scared, or distracted to challenge it. Yet, this reality gets buried because questioning it demands dismantling comfy illusions. Kind of like the idea that voting or buying the right product equals freedom.
I know I can be brash. I know I push buttons. I know I sometimes stir the pot and make people feel less than easy. I don’t sugarcoat, i never have, and that’s not everyone’s taste. But it’s who I am—unfiltered, raw, real. What about you? Who are you in this mess?
Those politicians you’re rooting for—They’re crooks, every last one beside perhaps Massey and Paul.
Not saviors, not leaders—just hustlers in suits, pocketing your trust while they peddle empty lines. You don’t need them. They’re not the answer; they’re the problem. The world keeps spinning either way, and they’re just skimming the top.
Stop sleeping through it. You don’t have to buy their game. Thinking’s not a burden—it’s your power. Ask questions. Dig past the noise. You’ve got a voice and a mind—use them. The system doesn’t need more fans. Individuals need more people who see through the facade.
Forget the banners and the noise—none of it’s worth your soul.
I’m not here to clap for the clowns