Nicely done.

The Elitists are obviously not the ones who include among their ranks someone whom can get a multimillion dollar fashion design deal on name recognition alone and then have quasi-slave labor manufacture one’s wares to bring in at such a price.

Ennuificating.

War rocks!

Rio 2016, on behalf of America: I’m sorry.

Fine....“blood cheating” and “mechanical cheating.” So less clunky. Happy?

Of course it does.

The road to Heaven is paved with bad intentions.

—E.F. Schumacher

That’s some nutty takeaway. Can you show your work please?

Poochie’s radically trying to warn the people on shore re: the death Ninjae swooping down from above TO THE EXTREME!

Bad punctuation makes Baby Jesus cry.

Piss Antichrist.

That’s my thinking to a proverbial “t.”

By fulfilling your part of the social contract you will make a shiity place to be in (like being dumped out of the blue) a bit less shitty. I’d say it’s compassion. Though—who knows?—maybe it’s a generational thing and younger folks would find it more humiliating to be dumped to one’s face. If that’s the case though…

Conversely there are a lot of armchair hawks here whom have seemed to have lost said faith for having seen one.

Wrong. It is well-documented that on more than one occasion alarming, that only by some underling operative employing the very same morality you’re decrying did we avoid WWIII. By defying protocol or direct order to launch the first nuclear volley, in light of contradictory information about whatever illusory attack…

So how many to Soviet dead to American dead would have constituted “winning” back then, Walter Mathau?

Pedantic as all hell, yes, but gravity bombs don’t have “warhead(s).”

To paraphrase Wilco, (I hope) she’s (not) a Jar (Jar).