Most veterans think a 90% VA disability rating means they’re close to 100%.
But here’s the truth:
There are actually 3 types of 90% ratings…
• A GOOD 90%
• A BAD 90%
• And the WORST 90% on the planet.
Two veterans can both be rated 90% and be miles apart from 100%.
Here’s why 🧵
Is there a new trend where everyone just started using text-to-speech and not proofreading for mistakes?
Either the AI singularity made everyone dyslexic or the dead internet bots are getting sloppy… so many mistakes on all platforms I’m on.
Regarding the First Lady’s condemnation of Kimmel’s latest incitement, think what it must be like to have total strangers wishing you and your family dead.
Trump can be a rude provocateur. Kimmel is a sadist masquerading as a comedian.
I have been non stop trashing this administration and specifically the Justice Department for the last year because, frankly, that’s the only reasonable thing to do.
I’ll happily admit, this SPLC indictment is great! They deserve to be taken down and it’s important that they are
This is a Bacterial Flagellar Motor.
It is 45 Nanometers in diameter. For context, a single hydrogen atom is 0.1 Nanometer.
Atheists expect you to believe this is simply an accident.
I don't have enough faith to be an Atheist.
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Most veterans think a 90% VA disability rating means they’re close to 100%.
But here’s the truth:
There are actually 3 types of 90% ratings…
• A GOOD 90%
• A BAD 90%
• And the WORST 90% on the planet.
Two veterans can both be rated 90% and be miles apart from 100%.
Here’s why 🧵
Most veterans were never taught how VA math actually works.
Understanding the system is often the difference between:
Staying stuck at 90%
or
Reaching 100% disability.
Yes, bitch. Why the fuck did you delete this tweet?
You crawled out of whatever digital cesspit you call home and dropped that rancid meme...Erika Kirk smirking like a demonic witch over her husband’s fresh assassination, then snarling at anyone daring to hunt his killer...because your diseased psyche needed that cheap dopamine hit of schadenfreude.
Pure pathology:
a narcissistic void where empathy should live, reward circuits wired for cruelty because your own existence is a barren, resentment-choked wasteland.
Neurologically, your amygdala was in full meth-lab mode, flooding you with glee at another’s unimaginable grief while your prefrontal cortex...seat of morality, restraint, mirror neurons...sat atrophied from years of echo-chamber toxin.
Classic malignant narcissism fused with ideological psychopathy:
zero remorse, just the mask of “edgy humor” until the heat hit.
Psychologically, it was textbook projection...you accused her of faking tears to hide the fraud you embody every second you draw breath.
The backlash landed and you hit delete faster than a cornered rat.
Coward’s reflex.
Cognitive dissonance cracked your fragile facade; the collective mirror showed the ghoul staring back and you couldn’t take it.
Philosophically, this is Sartre’s bad faith made flesh...you acted from your authentic malice, then scurried into self-deception to cling to the illusion of decency.
Nietzsche would spit on your ressentiment:
weak slave morality striking at strength from the shadows, then fleeing when exposed.
Arendt called it the banality of evil...not some grand villain, just a midwit degenerate normalizing the abyss because facing your own mediocrity is too lethal.
Deletion doesn’t purge the stain, you spineless hellcunt.
Screenshots are forever.
The digital ether remembers.
Charlie’s blood still cries out, Erika’s grace still condemns, and your little retreat just proved the rot was real.
Own your black-tar soul or slink back into the sewer where broken things belon
We saw the void behind the screen.
The universe doesn’t forget, cunt.
Neither do we.
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