That sounds like someone who is probably not still involved in her own finances, doesn’t get to drive anymore, and thinks that Andy Griffith is alive because she saw him on television yesterday. Somehow Republicans aren’t trying to curtail her voting rights, though.
“Sir, do you even know what HUD is supposed to do?”
“Give me your old, your fat, your racist masses yearning to breathe free... of healthcare.”
“Rowdy Poddy Pipe Her” got me, too. I’d been waiting all day for Michael’s take on the finale. I thought he’d be a little happier that “our cousins,” the Starks, are in charge of most everything now.
It’s almost like they want to help people in their lawsuits against billionaires who dump mountains of coal dust a mile from where children go to school. I wonder if there’s some way I can give these Koch people more of my money so that they can help everyone even more?
I think that’s the point. No matter who you are, if you’re watching The View— and if you are, you should already feel bad— you can always say to yourself, “Well, at least I’m not that screaming beanbag chair.”
I’ve seen the movie. If you’ve seen the trailer, other than some very graphic violence, the only thing missing is the movie’s only question: Does he die at the end? There’s really not much to this story, which is too bad as I liked Super a lot.
This take isn’t even good contrarianism. It’s just being a predictable, miserable shit.
He had to say something to calm down his audience of one.
That’s all it takes.
What about the ones who worked hard, got a full-time job while in college and graduated with debt? What about the ones who only partied every other night? What about the ones who never partied but were still financially “irresponsible?”
Before we all line up to blow this guy, let’s not forget he’s a member of the Freedom Caucus, the bomb-throwing Tea Party wing of the GOP, which means he wants to abolish medicare and public roads and change the name of Washington DC to “I Stopped Thinking After Reading Atlas Shrugged When I Was Nineteen.”
I will not eat chili con Don.
I’m hoping (and saying the occasional small prayer to Dorothy Harriot) that these motherfuckers have finally overplayed their crooked hand and are flushed out of office forever.
Frankly, I’m shocked.
“Today, it’s often defined as one-type of school, funded by taxpayers, controlled by government. But if every student is part of the public, then every way and every place a student learns is ultimately of benefit to the public. That should be the new definition of public education.”
There is simply no way a remake can be as transgressive as the original film. It was a different time. The Hateful Eight, for comparison, barely registered on the public consciousness.
This would be a lot safer if Trump was actually the only person watching their morning puppet show.