This argument is CLEARLY fallacious (as well as insulting) because Spencer was merely speaking while the Nazi Party was enforcing it’s beliefs violently by force.

I’m pretty sure he is faking it just like the Duck Dynasty people were for the most part faking it. Its extremely common amid the right wing infotanment crowd for them to be pretending to believe in a whole bunch of bullshit they spew so they can bilk people out of cash. Which is much worse then if they actually…

Sorry for your loss🙁

I got up until he asked the man the question then stopped. I saw my own grandfather dead on the floor less than 72 hours ago. I don’t know why I even clicked on the video in the first place.

Typical shithead Republican—truth counts for nothing. If lying left and right gets you to sucker dumbasses into believing your effed-up cause, no matter how utterly anti-American the lies are, then so much the better.

Shit like this is exactly why people need to learn how to cross-stitch early in life. Nothing like stabbing some fabric hundreds of times to really let the steam off.

Same day as the Virginia Tech massacre. (I remember this because when crappy things happen on your birthday, you remember the date.)

This guy’s name is Steve Stephens. My cousin was murdered by her boyfriend who was named Pat Patrick. My takeaway from this is don’t trust people who have the same first and last name. Hope they catch him soon and before anyone else is hurt.

I saw the video (which I do not recommend). The guy literally drove up, said a couple things to the old man walking with a bag in his hand, maybe coming back from the store, pulled the gun out and shot him, then drove away. The whole thing was maybe two minutes.

This is stellar and I love it and pardon me if I’m being too obvious but what do you do when you have to pee I mean.

I bet that was a great meeting

Just remember, your ass is composed of the same cells as your lips, so however it feels going in, it’s gonna feel exactly the same going out. Except with no flavor but pain.

Video of me after eating the salsa:

This is very similar to what my father-in-law calls his “chilito”, the diminutive as counterfactual as Tony Montana’s “little friend”. He adds a handful of chili pequins to it:

I don’t know what it is about peppers but they seem to bring the worst of the culinary Well Actually Captains out of hiding.

Always easy to tell who didn’t read the post.

I heard a super loud, long-lasting siren (It didn’t sound like an ambulance, but that’s what it probably was) while I was sitting in bed and reading, and I jumped up and ran across the room to my phone to make sure those weren’t the “imminent destruction” sirens.

The world could end because of TWEETS. Let that sink in.

Is starting WWIII against Twitter’s TOS? Like, that has to be a bannable offense, right?

I spent the 80s as a kid in constant fear of nuclear war. I was glad to see the back of it. Then that foul inhuman filthy neofascist get his tiny impotent cock in a tizzy and brings it back.