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You’re completely and utterly missing the point. The rarity or frequency of school shootings isn’t the fucking point. The training or eagerness of the teachers to accept the guns isn’t the point. Giving guns to teachers—whether they have training or not—simply opens a fucking Pandora’s Box of new potential tragedies.

You’re not wrong, but the problem here is that you’re looking at what’s logical and reasonable and not what’s Florida.

Who would have possibly thought that arming a bunch of non-combatants with minimal training would rapidly become more complicated than “good guy shoots bad guy?”

I refuse to let parenthood turn me into the kind of sanctimonious prick who feels the right to push my morality onto others, but it has turned me around on a few things personally. Like... I struggle to make jokes about kids, or just about certain topics in general? Not like I used to make a living telling off-color

Ok. Sometimes my answer to that question is yes. On days where I for some reason am exposed to a lot of news about Trump or Trump supporters, yes. Sometimes I think: fuck half, we’d all be better off falling into the sun and forgetting the miserable failed experiment that is humanity.

yeah, for the longest time I just thought of her as “that pretty lady from those kinda weird action vampire movies the wannabe goths liked,” then I stumbled across her online, and I discovered that she’s pretty goddamned hilarious. The caption of that IG post is gold.

See Enginerrrrrr also. There’s a chance we all may just be the same person.

Wow, that is spectacular. Thanks for posting that; I hadn’t heard her before... I’d heard of the Mash Report, but I hadn’t seen it. Lovely. 

Wow. Are we the same person? I mean I often find myself agreeing with your comments and I do have a laughably shitty short-term memory. Hmmmm...

Holy shit so did I. 

Donald Trump and Piers Morgan being in the same room together and that room not being vaporized by a meteor is all the proof I need that either there is no god, or god is a fucking asshole. 

For me, it’s not even about being smart enough to use Twitter... like, yeah, social media fluency would be nice in the people who teach our children, but I can understand if someone isn’t an expert in it.

“As the editor of my college newspaper years ago (Vietnam era), I know there is always another side to the story.”

Peanut butter and Nutella on toast.

Yeah, the distinction is moot. It’s just like how people used to debate whether he was actually racist, or just pretending in order to get applause: it really doesn’t matter. The effect is the same.

Let’s all remember that every politician arguing against some form of single-payer/universal/public healthcare is somehow benefiting from the current system: either because they or their families have a financial stake in the private healthcare industry, or the people who pay for their campaigns do.

Jesus, the facial expressions, the posture, the hilarious fucking tailoring... this would be bad satire. I know I’ve said this before but I just still can’t believe this is the real life we’re stuck with. This would be laughably bad for a made-for-cable movie. 

I’ve long since given up hope that we’ll ever be led by the best of us, but holy fucking shit I’m tired of being led by the absolute worst of us. 

It’s all part of the long-standing bullshit spewed by the American right against anything resembling universal healthcare... or hell, against anything that can be construed as socialist—even incorrectly so. It’s portrayed to be something that will immediately send the country spiraling into a black-and-white film in

I was talking to my boss earlier today. He’s an American ex-pat living in London, doesn’t give a shit about football. I asked him if the city’s getting really excited with the finals coming up, and he said, yeah, everybody’s talking about Tottenham-Liverpool, he said he was even going to watch it because his son was