There are people convinced Justin Gaethje filled his gloves with plaster or rocks before fighting Ilia Topuria. These people vote. They drive cars. They may even operate heavy machinery in the workplace. Horrifying.
Every time Whoopi Goldberg opens her mouth about racism, hate, and “division,” I flash right back to that 1993 Friars Club roast.
There she was, glowing, laughing, loving every second, while the man she was dating, Ted Danson, strutted on stage in blackface, cracking jokes at her event.
She didn’t storm out.
She didn’t scream “racism!”
She was beaming. Happy as hell.
Yet today, we’re supposed to believe she’s outraged by the very things she once laughed through and defended.
Because that’s what I can’t reconcile.
She’s a paid performer. A Hollywood lifer who has spent decades in the spotlight, and to me, the contrast between then and now raises a lot of questions.
She’ll condemn behavior today that she appeared willing to overlook when it involved someone close to her.
Hands down.
That’s why I have a hard time taking the outrage seriously.
The hypocrisy is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Wake up, folks… She’s a Hollywood grifter!
Peace on earth is just shutting the fuck up. Dont rush. Letting that car merge. Sharing the arm rest on the plane. Letting unc put his numbers in…
Just chill. Fuck it.
There is no finish line
Let it happen
siempre es la misma mierda, hablas de ellos públicamente te arruinan la carrera la cabeza y apareces suicidado o te moris en un accidente, si seguis negando que esto pasa sos un mogólico irrecuperable y estas totalmente lobotomizado por los jews