You’re spending entirely too much time replying to me and not enough fucking yourself. Hop to it, jackass.
You’re spending entirely too much time replying to me and not enough fucking yourself. Hop to it, jackass.
She has it backwards. She, and her predecessors, established the reporters as media stars by behaving so badly and lying so egregiously to them. They’re Voldemorts: they anointed the reporters.
Go fuck yourself.
You forgot to sign your post “Make America Great Again.”
Stop it.
I wish that the mainstream media would report accurately on what the lazy corrupt racist orange santorum-covered enemy of the people says.
Is she permitted to read tweet replies by men, if her daddy isn’t there to look over her shoulder?
Well, NYC has a long and storied history of hosing its mass transit systems for political purposes. Even in the cases where it was not corruption per se, things were done to benefit politicians, such as deferred maintenance of the subways to keep subway fares at a nickel.
You conflate two issues that really are separate: effective mass transit, and corruption in government.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. There is need for infrastructure work in this country, including maintenance on our roads. There is need for safety improvements as well.
I dunno, does he call men “sweetheart?”
This. Republicans succeeded at creating a wedge issue with gays in the military early in President Clinton’s presidency. DADT was the result: Clinton was able to carve out that wiggle room. For the time, it was progress, and it helped lead to where we are now.
“The rule would threaten the viability of the ride-sharing model as it currently exists,...”
Your blame is misplaced.
Not yet. Justice moves slowly.
Don’t put the blame on Pelosi.
Next question: what happens when (probably not if) the lazy corrupt racist orange santorum-covered enemy of the people ignores a Supreme Court decision.
You make my point for me--you’re demonstrating your need to learn what you’re talking about.
I was one of the out people. Many people tried to bully me. I wouldn’t put up with that, and I was big enough to repulse physical attacks, but it was still a number of lonely, unpleasant, and alienated years.
No mention of Olive Garden is complete without a reference to the wonderful poison-pen review of a dreadful faux-Italian chain, which references Olive Garden in a backhanded-compliment sort of way. Just search the Washington Post for “La Tagliatella.”