I'm a diplomatic fucker.

The Gawker Media Empire doesn't seem to have a style guide.

I know that, if the police ever want me, it'll be a pre-dawn raid and the death of my dog. This is how my nation treats it's veterans now.

I once heard someone say:

Yes, I realized long after it could be edited that I misread the comment I was replying to. I was answering the question which wasn't asked (What are assholes like this Gaa reading, listening too?)

I recognize this pattern.

Despite a flashbang grenade, a grandmother was able to instantly regain her senses and go on the offensive.

And by streets, you mean sleeping on your grandmother's couch.

SWAT: because wearing a windbreaker and knocking on the door (at a reasonable hour) just isn't cool enough.

I recommend a PUA cruise line. Take them out on the water with promises of good food and camaraderie.

The NCAA is a whole other kettle of fish. Nothing but a criminal enterprise from start to finish.

That place is an employee owned shop. There was no us vs. them, profit-only, sociopath manager to fuck things up.

No, I felt clarification was needed. Your replies leave that opinion unchanged.

I understood your comment.

If you want to take the dementia route (I really don't), I would argue that these are his true feelings across his whole lifetime. He may be losing the capacity to filter his thoughts and act with restraint in public.

AM radio. Very little reading.

As a resident of Pennsyltucky, I can confirm. This guy is a horrifying stain on humanity, but far from the only one.

I've never heard of this place. After a little reading, it sounds cool to me. I would buy from this employee-owned shop every chance I had (if I didn't live a thousand miles from the nearest location.)

Is there even a spare tire well in the trunks of these spare-less cars?

I adore that so many people are 'correcting' you, or offering advice on how to work around your 'problem.'