I would likely refer to the lessons learned in the 2007 Bush White House E-Mail Server Scandal. You know, the one the Republicans barely made a peep about then and have conveniently forgotten about now.
I would likely refer to the lessons learned in the 2007 Bush White House E-Mail Server Scandal. You know, the one the Republicans barely made a peep about then and have conveniently forgotten about now.
Fine. So tell me, how pissy did you get about this?
In fact, this happens all the time in the corporate world, for much the same reasons the Clintons did it. Corporate is probably where Hillary got the idea from.
Right, I get that, but the point is that that’d still be a more credible answer to the national security question than hackers. Dude said it was hackers, man.
The number of C-level execs out there sending business emails out of a personal hotmail account would likely shock you.
[...]the type of shit with which Nixon himself, who was indistinguishable from fucking Voldemort on like 87 percent of policy issues, would have agreed without blinking, and not just because he had his eyelids sewn to his forehead in 1971 so he’d never lose sight of George McGovern.
That was my own impression of the debate.
*throws voice across room*
I’ve said it before, but on those rare occasions when Burneko is right/not insufferable (basically whenever he’s not talking about food, culture, or food culture), he’s REALLY right and eminently sufferable.
(Also, Martin O’Malley was there. There’s roughly a zero-percent chance Martin O’Malley’s not into some sick shit, isn’t there? He’s got the look of a guy who knows his dick is Out There. It’s lurking, laying in wait, slowly working its way back to him. How many DMs do you figure he has slid his dick into? A trillion?…
It’s a sad state of affairs when liberals look back to Richard Nixon and think “I wish our candidates were as liberal as that guy!”
“... the only difference between him and a Republican is that he says he’s not one.”
I wonder what the hispanic SNL cast members think of these recent developme-
I met my best friend the first week of our first year of college. She and I were inseperable for the next four years—we couldn’t go anywhere without someone asking us where our other half was. At first I reveled in the novelty of this, as someone who’d always been a bit of a lone wolf; later I chafed. When we moved to…
“like someone burned down my archives”
I can’t read all of this, it makes me too sad to remember everyone I’m not allowed to speak to. I think, as women, we are often only used as placeholders until our friends find husbands, and then we are no longer needed and must be put aside. I have one that has made every attempt to show me this, and surrounds…
I had a falling out with my best friend of 17 years about 5 years ago. We were inseparable and she’s in almost every memory I have; it’s like someone burned down my archives. It was harder than any breakup I’ve ever had.
As a card carrying black man, I can tell you that you don’t see SHIT.
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