You’re building a straw man argument. We are only talking about DACA recipients not their parents or the people at the border now.

God, shut the fuck up.

I realize that in the US your ballots are for more extensive, what with elections on propositions, sherriffs, judges, etc., but in Canada we use paper ballots for federal and provincial elections. We get results on election night and have an actual paper trail. Is there room for voting fraud? Sure. Is it a legitimate…

I work in the finance industry (won’t say where... hello compliance!) Yes I had to get leads (no longer client facing), but my managers truly did have the “do what’s best for the client” mindset. Hard to say for the higher ups, but the culture in my work environment is very client centered.

Ol’ Jared’s looking a bit pasty and ghoulish in that photo. It’s the picture of Dorian Gray that supposed to look like shit, no?

....a 136 year old organization with global reach and impact that is largely considered the gold standard in many fields including specifically disaster relief....

Found the guy who was holding a tiki torch in Charlottesville.

Pro tip: If you have to create a situation ENTIRELY DIFFERENT than the situation the grown ups are talking about to prove your point...You might not be ready to talk with the grown ups yet.

Could you lend that soapbox you’re up on there to some people down in Houston? They’re currently up to their necks in dirty ass water and just trying to find some food to survive.

Survival wouldn’t appear to require looting a grocery store.

Atlas Tugged.

So I’m assuming that, for you, Jean Valjean is less a tragic figure and more a lowlife piece of shit who got what was coming to him?

“I heard that one time, people were probably doing it for the wrong reasons” (hey, houses have food in them too) is not proof, or even particularly good evidence, that “most people do it out of being pure scumbags.”

Did you adjust your fingerless gloves and fedora before typing that?

What if you are the owner of that supermarket?

Product lives matter

I have to point out that ankle pants like that used to be called flood pants or high-water pants, and that makes her the tackiest bitch on the planet.

No one cares about your boner.

This reminds me of the time my brother was in the ICU, dying of cancer and my dad and his bitch-of-a-trophy wife (my stepmother) finally deigned to visit him. My stepmother was dressed impeccably.

In those heels? Is she expecting to have to fight dinosaurs?