Several dozen million people.
Several dozen million people.
Funny. I love him. He treats sports reporters — like Mr. Ley — with all the respect they deserve. You think the Patriots are boring? Did you watch the last SuperBowl they won?
Because there are many things you can do that are not “mostly futile?” You seem unable to grasp a simple point.
Precisely because it was a well-organized and large effort. That’s my point.
Yes, that is and was my point. I don’t say “Do nothing.” I just point out that lobbying your representative, in almost all cases, is futile.
“It’s a long shot” was precisely my point. What’s yours?
Yes. And every couple of days or so, someone wins ten million dollars in a lottery. But it’s generally a poor investment strategy.
Except for the part that suggests you have anything to say about any of it in any way whatsoever. But knock yourself out, Sisyphus.
Does it irk you just a little bit that this stupid person could pay someone a few hundred dollars a week to replicate your whole life?
Sorry to take so long to get back to you. But this conversation appears to have lost relevance.
Maybe because not a word of it is true? Not one word. “People familiar with the meeting.” Tee hee.
I do not think that this throws the playoffs into “chaos.” Calm down.
Oh, I see — you mean the people who have always ignored you anyway.
Good news! Your wish has been granted.
Sounds like you wound up with the worst of both worlds.
As if winning all those championships wasn’t enough. God, how I hate people who are good at stuff.
I cannot fathom how this could trouble you. The content, tone and vulgarity of these comments seem to be almost perfectly commensurate with your own coverage of the election.
Are you still here? Why?
Actually, I don’t. You don’t make the rules. And, as I have already pointed out, the false equivalencies are pretty much much all on your side of the ledger.
It really can’t be understated how much American racism involves discomfort and obsession with black penises.