It was. But:

lol what? Jezebel failed because they reported on a story they knew to be correct but were mean to their commenters? Come the fuck on.

so, so, so NOT BINGO. everyone is running to defend themselves for plugging their ears and not showing one shred of doubt where there was damn good reason to be suspicious. TEAM JEZEBEL ALL THE WAY ON THIS ONE.

Your comment illustrates why investing in education should be a top priority. Hopefully the next time a bridge collapses in the US you’ll be driving over it.

Found Louis’s burner account

Here’s the simple fact: It’s The New York Times

I’m not sure why you’re bringing up the Washington Post? The New York Times broke the story earlier this morning — two different cities, two completley different media outlets.

Disagree, Jones is a Trump stooge who had no problem with Goodell when he was acting as judge and jury for various player infractions but now all of a sudden has a problem because his own guy, Ezekiel Elliott got caught in the crosshairs

It was super easy once we realized our kid didn’t want to spend time with them. She’s gotten old enough to have her own political opinions and realized that her grandparents were deplorable people. We told them we’d re-visit in 6 months. What they didn’t know was that we are monitoring their Facebook feed. When they…

The DNC basically rigged the primary to make sure Clinton was the chosen candidate.

This scenario requires you to believe that there is still any industry left in their shitty pocket of America that necessitates transportation by rail.

They won’t be able to afford to live much longer. The people they voted for are working hard on that.

I knew mine were but happily debated them at all family events. They all assured me Trump was a blowhard in the summer of 2016 t a family reunion. Now I know they all voted for him anyway, so there really is nothing they can do to redeem their credibility to me. And I like that they feel my disdain. I am lucky my…

I’m angrier. I’m angry all the time, but not stereotypically so, if that makes any sense whatsoever. This fury is more refined, I guess. Like, it’s right there underneath the surface of whatever facial expression is on my face at a given time. Even when I’m happy, I’m angry..I’m at my angriest when I go to sleep…

November 8, 2016 was fucking ROUGH. I hadn’t felt that devastated in a long time. My sister and I worked the polls by my alma mater UCLA...woke up at 4am to set up, closed shop at around 9pm. The Westwood area went overwhelmingly blue but my boyfriend had been sending me text updates all day and he had an awful…

I don’t think you’re properly measuring what percentage of any NFL team’s fanbase are comprised of racist snowflakes.