And yet, here we are, another article talking about this stupid piece of trash, a walking example of an utter failure in parenting acting as mirror to reflect the gaping wound of our country’s obsession with making fucked up people famous or President.

It’s all manufactured for publicity

Get set up to drive for Uber/Lyft. Get the inspection, register for an account. get it all done, and go do it a time or two so you have a feel for it.

And then the followup article

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All that matters is the hidden snail maze game that you got to by booting the system without a cartridge and then mashing the controller buttons.

Crack pipe.

Great. Now that one guy has half a chance better than he already has of spinning off the road and hitting a barrier.

Go to the fucking track and act your age, you fucks.

We’re not that lucky.

I need one.

Kotaku:

This had all the helpfulness and information levels as a FUD piece that they hype at the 5 o’clock news, again at the 6 o’clock news and then finally air in the final 3 minutes of the 10 o’clock news.

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Finally, an election that I won’t mind being fixed.

Keep in mind that this trope comes from a country where it is still widely believed that blood type determines romantic compatibility.

This makes 8 crack pipe cars in a row.. And lets face it, the last one that wasn’t (the custom 2005 Dodge Magnum wagon) really should’ve been.

He’s always been one to do what he wants, regardless of how weird it may seem.. I mean, did anyone else watch his live performance a few years ago from a coffee shop where he set up a room full of ancient and awesome modular synth hardware and bleep-blooped his way through an interpretation of an audiobook playback of…

FTFY.

Fixed.