More news like this please.
More news like this please.
If you get voted into power, lobbyists give you even more money.
Hell yeah. There is no culture war, only a class war!
You got this!
That’s a great idea, I think I’ll do that as well!
Sort of, Dan Wilson said he had the idea while writing the song because his wife was pregnant so he slipped it in as a double entendre. It’s like 90% bar closing with a couple lines alluding to being born: “Closing time, this room won’t be open till your brothers or your sisters come”.
Thank you on behalf of someone else who gets super annoyed with loose carts and lazy people!
Good luck with that, it sounds rewarding but I don’t know if I could ever do search and rescue! That’s awesome.
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Boo.
Boo who?
Aww don’t cry, it’s just a joke!
That’s amazing, keep up the awesome work!
Just letting one person know you’ve got their back can mean the world to them. That positivity is so infectious that even RFK Jr is going to take it seriously.
Think of this from his perspective: the Democrats put their faith in the idea that money wins elections, and if you can out-raise your opponent the votes will follow. Twice they conspired against Bernie in the primaries because of his platform: tackling wealth inequality, progressive tax reform, and overturning Citizens United v. FEC. They chose corporate interests over the working class because they valued money more than votes.
Your scenario implies Trump lives to 98, and unless the preservatives in big macs are the key to longevity, I doubt he makes it that long.
The article is drawing comparisons between what conservatives choose to be outraged by vs the things they actively engage in.
Hang on, was I not supposed to be taking it intravenously?
Her: No, silly. Protection for your penis.
My, crying: WHAT’S UP THERE??
If you only want to use or support open source apps, by all means do so. I tried Jeroba and Liftoff for a while, and while they had their merits, I am happy to pay a little money for the experience I get with Sync.
1933 by Frank Turner.
The first time it was a tragedy,
The second time it’s a farce.
Outside it’s 1933,
So I am hitting the bars.
And I don’t know what’s going on anymore.
The world outside is burning with a brand new light,
But it isn’t one that makes me feel warm.
Don’t go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn.