I’ve said it before, Hollywood doesn’t make Mission:Impossible movies to make money; they’re trying to see exactly how much protection Xenu is giving Cruise by getting him to do crazier and crazier stunts.  I heard he’s going to space jump from the ISS wearing only goggles and a thong in IM7.

Man don’t use that hebephile/ephebephile language, just call him the pedo rapist fuck he is. Those other ttwo things are just words pedophiles invented to try and justify their sick fuckityness

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Swear to fucking god, the liberal response to the idea of pulling out of Syria — where we shouldn’t be, and never should have been — lionizing of war criminals like Mattis, and reflexive, full-throated defense of America’s monstrous foreign policy over the last few days has been genuinely disgusting. Bunch of…

“Hey, it’s not gonna suck itself.”

That’s like saying you can’t own a song, cause we all have voices. Can’t own a book, cause we all have fingers to write. Can’t own a game, cause can all type code. Absurd argument.

Then he just packed up after 8 years and quit when he knew things would get bad! I mean...he didn’t even bother running again.

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
MOTHER OF FIFTY-DOLLAR EXILES.

There is the definite possibility that it ends up a complete copy of that photo shoot where he just randomly wanders off in the middle of it and a mic picks up him saying “get me out of here” again. We all know he can’t sit idly by and endure something that isn’t about him.

It has to irritate him to no end that he isn’t scheduled to speak. I wouldn’t be surprised if he either comes up with a reason to back out, leaves early because he isn’t speaking, or tries to go up and speak even though he isn’t supposed to.

Actual footage of Hespel’s testimony:

The Khashoggi tape is Haspel’s 50 Shades.

Torture? Oh, no no no! Dismembering a person while they’re still alive isn’t torture! We prefer to call it “Bodily-Rearrangement.”

A storm is coming.

No Touching Collusion!

That’s the smell of impending stardom, baby. Impending stardom and stale Drakkar Noir.