You’re building a straw man argument. We are only talking about DACA recipients not their parents or the people at the border now.
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.
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?
You must have large, muscular forearms, what from pulling up so hard on those bootstraps of yours.
Yeah, please fuck off forever. I’ve lived through catastrophic natural disasters. People need to eat and drink clean water. Christ, go jerk yourself off with Atlas Shrugged again, you wretched piece of shit.
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?