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He seemed like a kid who has had a lot of “social” coaching and probably views rules as black and white.

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If you’ve got about seven minutes, this video lays out how and why he talks like that, and it probably has a lot to do with why he was so successful in the campaign.

Maybe, for a second, the clot moved.

And with the (((subtle punctuation))) in another comment, it’s such a shock that a Trump supporter is basically a Nazi.

Eh. A lot of people are “failed by society.” Mostly they live hard, anonymous lives. Mostly, they also avoid committing even a single murder. If he had a difficult upbringing, that is sad. He also didn’t make his turn to murder until he got every resource one could hope to get. I don’t think a grown human should need

Holy shit, commenters are putting you on blast and I think it’s completely undeserved.

I’m going to comment to myself because I don’t particularly want to bring some of you assholes out of the greys, especially the pleasant people who subtly wished for my death. Super classy.

As a member of society, I speak on our behalf.

I just feel sad hearing this.

he can’t even do the pledge...

LG really can’t win with the tech blogs, huh.

“Don’t let the FAKE NEWS tell you that there is big infighting in the Trump Admin. We are getting along great, and getting major things done!”

Oh, get over yourself. It’s a skillful art form. Just because you don’t appreciate it doesn’t mean they shouldn’t honor those who achieve greatness within their community.

Wonder how many confederate flag wavers are telling Hillary supporters “you lost, get over it”?

Lools like somebody can’t always get their Kellyanne ConWAAAAAAAAAAAY

She lasted longer than I would have if someone I didn’t recognize shoved a mic in my face and started shouting about famous hapa actor Emma Stone and a movie about the jitterbugging white saviors of jazz. And I have zero kids.

Imagine the bloodshed if he got a Gatorade bath....

The cross campus bus had a stop outside my dorm down a small grassy hill that would stop there if people were waiting. One day my freshman year I was late for class (shocker) and was running to meet a bus that was just about to pass that stop.