Trumpocalypse: No hanky/lanky

CTownND · Jul 16, 2017

The pope's location on that... jesus

Pile Driving Miss Daisy · Jul 16, 2017

CTownND said: ↑

The pope's location on that... jesus
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You know, it's just the Dems (us no Trumpers), the Pope, Isis, and Kim fucking Jong-un on the side side against Russia and Trump.

wes tegg · Jul 16, 2017

Magneto said: ↑

And Alabama wonders why it has one of the worst public education systems in the country.
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That's not why Alabama has shitty schools. Hell, that system is a pretty good one.

soulfly · Jul 16, 2017

Joe_Pesci said: ↑

this is like when bammers say that someone's college football take is wrong because alabama wins a lot of games

fwiw i've been pretty open about my ambivalence toward nike and its labor practices vs rooting for oregon football. i'll try to keep this post in mind when something comes up about western washington university, though.
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Shoreline community college

Cc: farva

three stacks · Jul 16, 2017

bro · Jul 16, 2017

at least Republicans still have white people with no degree and religious people!

Magneto · Jul 16, 2017

bro said: ↑

at least Republicans still have white people with no degree and religious people!
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Remember a time when politicians listened to Americans versus saying "Fuck ObamaCare".

bertwing · Jul 16, 2017

SenatorClayDavis said: ↑

Coulter discussion, huh? Reminds me of a story...

SUNDAY, APRIL 24, 2005

The Farmer’s Market on Fairfax and 3rd is a Los Angeles landmark, attracting tourists and everyday Angelinos alike, as well as many famous faces. Among the celebrities I have seen there are Muhammad Ali, Terri Garr, Tyra Banks, Laura Linney, Keenan Ivory Wayans, the guitarist for The Cult, Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs, and Weird Al Yankovic.

But Ann Coulter is the only celebrity I’ve ever spotted at Farmer’s Market that I wound up fucking in the ass, hard.

It would be fair to observe that my feeling obligated to present the list of celebrities above in roughly Black-White-Black-White order is indicative of my own carefully Liberal sensibilities. And that this sort of conscientiousness is more than a little ridiculous, on examination. But what I notice about myself only on reflection, Ann Coulter seemed to recognize and respond to in an instant, like a puma recognizes an injured giselle. For Ann Coulter is a predator. A predator with a hungry asshole.

I first spotted her sitting at a table in front of The Gumbo Pot with another woman who looked not unlike her, but a generation older (I neglected to ask her at any point subsequently whether this had in fact been her mother). I vaguely recognized her—there’s always a lag time placing faces you know from cable when unconfined to a telescreen—and began to notice, stealing furtive glances up from the copy of Steinbeck I was reading, that she was eyeing me with unsettling scrutiny.

The next thing I knew, her companion (mother?) had left and Coulter was standing over me, looking skeptically at my reading material.
‘The Grapes of Wrath, huh?’
‘Yes’ I said, faking composure. ‘It’s fantastic.’
‘It’s a fantastic primer for vacuous proto-Communists everywhere,’ she said dismissively.
‘I don’t know about that..’
She sighed. ‘I don’t have enough ink in my pen to keep a running list of what you don’t know. May I?’
She motioned to the empty chair next to me.
‘Of course.’ It would be fair to say my voice trembled a little.
She sat and said nothing. Ann Coulter evidently takes an unappreciative view of small talk. That she was eager to continue antagonizing me became evident when I re-opened my recently-insulted book to resume reading. A young man passed in a t-shirt proclaiming ‘Iraq Nam’. She stopped him.
‘1. Haircut. 2. Shower. 3. Get a job, you sniveling hippy,’ she glowered. ‘You’re probably too high to remember that, so write it down--if you can write.’
He looked at her with dismay and scampered away like a kicked cat. She turned to me with bloodlust.
‘What do you think of the war: complete success, or very nearly complete success?’ she asked.
‘Well, in no time—barring the strong possibility of Civil War--we’ll have a democratically-elected anti-US Islamicist government in charge of the world’s second-largest oil reserves, so I’d have to say only very-nearly, on the complete success scale, at a hysterically distorted best.’
She showed her teeth. ‘It sounds to me like you don’t support our troops.’
‘I think that ‘Support Our Troops’ business is the most crass, craven cowardice ever to go unquestioned by the allegedly Liberal media.’
‘Yes? Yes?’ There was oddly growing excitement in her voice.
‘It allows the Administration to absolve itself of responsibility for its own flawed policy. It’s no different than if you sent a classroom of 2nd graders into a burning building, and when anyone objects you throw in their face that they "don’t support our 2nd graders"’
‘Where do you live?’
‘A few blocks away.’
‘Take me there.’

When we got to my apartment, she looked around glumly.
‘I was thinking you’d have half-burned American flags up on the wall,’ she said, disappointed.
‘That’s ridiculous. I love my country.’
‘Whatever you think that means,’ she said, rolling her eyes. ‘Don’t you have anything nasty to say about the President?’
‘Like what?’
‘Like he’s an imbecile, or corrupt, or a corrupt imbecile—the usual sore-loser bitter chatter.’
‘To be honest, I didn’t like the nasty things that were said about Clinton, and I’ve decided to have respect for the Office, no matter who holds it. I don’t think President Bush is corrupt or an imbecile anyway. Would you like something to drink?’
‘I think maybe this was a mistake,’ she said, starting to go.
‘That’s not to say I don’t disagree strongly with many of his policies and objectives.’
She seemed to reconsider. ‘Like what?’
‘I don’t know. Name one.’
‘Get me a drink first.’

With every point I expressed that ran counter to a view she held, she removed one article of clothing. Soon she sat on my couch naked, gently pulling at her untrimmed pubic hair, staring intently but not quite invitingly at me. The growing hard lump in my throat was just outpaced by the one in my pants. I was a little nervous because we had agreed on the last two points—the need to reconsider the option of nuclear energy, and drilling in the Arctic—and I noticed her oversized nipples were no longer hard. Luckily, she was, by this point, determined.
‘What do you think,’ she began provocatively, ‘of the President’s plan to privatize Social Security?’
I sighed with relief; this was as sure a promise to seal the deal as her asking if I had a condom.
‘I think it’s a payoff to the Americans the President has always been most intent on pleasing: the richest 1%.’
‘What do you mean?’ she cooed. I noticed her nipples hardening once more. She dropped to her knees in front of me. She pushed me backwards and positioned my legs up in the air.
‘A stock’s value is even now only partially tied to the actual value of any publicly traded company. But who’s going to profit from inflated valuations when stock prices swell irrationally from the forced, artificial injection of capital?
Her breath was hot on my ‘taint as she lifted my scrotum. ‘Yes? Yes?’
‘You might as well shoehorn billions of dollars into the Baseball Card market. The price of a Derek Jeter rookie will be driven up to hundreds of thousands of dollars—before the bubble bursts and the whole market crashes massively.’ It was getting hard to stay on point as she tongue-fucked my shitter vigorously.
‘Don’t..Stop!!’ her contorted mouth pled from my butthole.
‘The top 1% will sell stocks at the inflated valuations to the novice investors-by-necessity, the market will swell and crash, and the same 1% will come back and re-purchase their holdings at pennies on the dollar. Meanwhile, Social Security will go bankrupt and all the novice investors will be eating catfood for the duration of their "golden years,'’ barring a massive Federal bailout several hundred times in excess of what the Savings & Loan scandal cost us.’
She sprung up on the couch on all fours and looked over her shoulder at me. She pointed to her twitching, puckered anus. ‘See this?’
I nodded eagerly.
‘I want you to wreck it.’
I spit on my skeezer-pleaser and, prying her ass cheeks apart like a hot dinner roll, drove it home, into the biggest browneye I had ever seen. She gurgled contentedly. Every thrust of my babymaker was met with a wrenched squeal as I grabbed her by the hips and began really leaning into it.
‘Harder!’ she begged, ‘Harder!! Tell me what you think of Chomsky!’
‘I..think..he’s..brill..iant..but..I..don’t really agree with much of his stance on Israel, and--’
‘You’re slowing down!’ she snapped. ‘DON’T SLOW DOWN!’
I went back to punishing her asshole, giving no thought whatsoever to compassionate conservatism as her chocolate socket gnawed on my pork pipe. She was babbling now, as out of a delirious reverie.
‘Feed it,' Ann Coulter rasped. 'Feed my hungry asshole!'
I buried her face in a throw pillow and she swiveled her hips back on my fuckstick with obvious appreciation. My pace quickened as my man-magma built towards eruption.
‘Wait!’ she gasped, sensing the fuse on my yogurt cannon was burning quick. ‘I want to take you ass-to-mouth!’
I withdrew from her puckerhole with an audible ‘pop’ and she scrambled around, gulping at my wang-dang-doodle as though the lives of all her loved ones hinged on her marks for enthusiasm. Her eyes rolled up pleadingly as she threw her head down again and again on my magic johnson. I knew what she wanted.
‘There is a specter haunting Europe,’ I began, and she started to convulse spasmodically with her own thrashing orgasm, her head now dribbling in a blur against my groin. I repeated every Karl Marx quote I could think of until I reached my own ‘historic inevitability’ and launched surge after surge from my hairy boda bag. I ejaculated with what seemed like enough force to blow out the back of her head--but her head was made of stronger stuff. She sputtered, gobbled and gulped what I’d have to call a very liberal, even radically so, quantity of hot splooey.
Once she caught her breath, she wiped her mouth, stood, and took me by the hand.
‘Let’s go to the bathroom.’
‘Why?’
She seemed surprised I had to ask. Her tone was that of someone reminding another of something too obvious to need mention.
‘Uh, so I can get in the tub and you can piss all over me?’

I sat in a robe and watched her as she dressed.
‘Will I see you again?’ I asked tentatively.
‘Sure,’ she said, pointing to the TV. ‘On that.’
Some moments passed. I tried to dispel the awkward silence.
‘Well, nice meeting you,’ I offered.
‘You’ve really got a gift for tedious small talk,’ she shot back.
I was a little hurt and, recognizing this, she softened just a shade as she reached for her purse to leave.
‘Hey.’
‘Yes?’ I asked.
‘Thanks for not staring at my adam’s apple.’
‘No problem.’
She let herself out without another word, and I sat in the late afternoon silence alone. I considered how it felt to be a disposable instrument in someone’s personal debasement fantasy.

All in all, it didn’t feel too bad.

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Feel like this was written by marcus

bertwing · Jul 16, 2017

Nantucket · Jul 16, 2017

bro said: ↑

at least Republicans still have white people with no degree and religious people!
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Plus the White House and Congress

bro · Jul 16, 2017

Nantucket said: ↑

Plus the White House and Congress
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and by the looks of those numbers they will have Congress for about 16 more months.

Of course nothing will get done in 2018 because it is election season. So really like 5 more months of power to waste before Congress switches back, like it always does in the 2 half of a President's first term.

BellottiBold · Jul 16, 2017

bertwing said: ↑

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I'm sure the army of seasoned foreign policy officials we have are all over this

Redav · Jul 16, 2017

Nantucket said: ↑

Plus the White House and Congress
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It's good to see Trumpers finally embrace taking healthcare from 20m+. It was awkward watching you guys step around it.

Mister Me Too · Jul 16, 2017

Nantucket said: ↑

Plus the White House and Congress
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You're a piece of shit, we are well aware, no need to come in and remind us weekly.

Fran Tarkenton · Jul 16, 2017

wes tegg said: ↑

That's not why Alabama has shitty schools. Hell, that system is a pretty good one.
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'pretty good' on what measure? pretty good for Alabama?

Magneto · Jul 16, 2017

wes tegg said: ↑

That's not why Alabama has shitty schools. Hell, that system is a pretty good one.
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"Pretty good" is pretty ambiguous. Pretty good for Alabama would not be considered pretty good for Massachusetts or Connecticut in most instances.

BP · Jul 16, 2017

BudKilmer said: ↑

This is a weird talking point

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Im sure throwing the agency that protects the president under the bus will go over well.

Daniel Ocean · Jul 16, 2017

Shu said: ↑

We don't know what they talked about. Several versions of the story out there.

They probably did talk about nefarious stuff.

I'm not denying it happened, I think it's likely something happened. I am saying its not provable what exactly happened.

And when it comes to actual action, it's got to be proven, as you know.
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We know what they talked about. We know they didn't like what the Russian said. How do we know that? Because fucking DTjr told us. Jesus fucking Christ. I hate to call people names but fuck dude you're being a fucking idiot about this shit.

wes tegg · Jul 16, 2017

Fran Tarkenton said: ↑

'pretty good' on what measure? pretty good for Alabama?
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Objectively. Relative to the state, it's a really good system. It's a big county/system, so there's some variance within. But, overall, it's pretty good. It's an affluent area where people actually use the public school system.

Alabama has shitty public schools because they're underfunded. Property taxes are laughably low to protect large corporate landowners and affluent people would rather send their kids to private school.

wes tegg · Jul 16, 2017

Magneto said: ↑

"Pretty good" is pretty ambiguous. Pretty good for Alabama would not be considered pretty good for Massachusetts or Connecticut in most instances.
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Sure. I wasn't saying pretty good for Alabama. If that's what I meant, I would've said it.

HoosDaMan · Jul 16, 2017

bertwing said: ↑

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I thought Jared was working on this.

NilesIrish · Jul 16, 2017

HoosDaMan said: ↑

I thought Jared was working on this.
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Who could have known it could be so complicated?

NilesIrish · Jul 16, 2017

lol, Mayor Pete throwing shade at Coulter

Fran Tarkenton · Jul 16, 2017

wes tegg said: ↑

Objectively. Relative to the state, it's a really good system. It's a big county/system, so there's some variance within. But, overall, it's pretty good. It's an affluent area where people actually use the public school system.

Alabama has shitty public schools because they're underfunded. Property taxes are laughably low to protect large corporate landowners and affluent people would rather send their kids to private school.
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How do you, yourself, objectively gauge the goodness of a county school system nationally?

Given its so close to a population system of the state I would think its good relative to its state peers; given property tax -= funding --> funding = better school systems.

Can I Spliff it · Jul 16, 2017

Louisiana is a hell hole for education

Joe_Pesci · Jul 16, 2017

SenatorClayDavis said: ↑

Coulter discussion, huh? Reminds me of a story...

SUNDAY, APRIL 24, 2005

The Farmer’s Market on Fairfax and 3rd is a Los Angeles landmark, attracting tourists and everyday Angelinos alike, as well as many famous faces. Among the celebrities I have seen there are Muhammad Ali, Terri Garr, Tyra Banks, Laura Linney, Keenan Ivory Wayans, the guitarist for The Cult, Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs, and Weird Al Yankovic.

But Ann Coulter is the only celebrity I’ve ever spotted at Farmer’s Market that I wound up fucking in the ass, hard.

It would be fair to observe that my feeling obligated to present the list of celebrities above in roughly Black-White-Black-White order is indicative of my own carefully Liberal sensibilities. And that this sort of conscientiousness is more than a little ridiculous, on examination. But what I notice about myself only on reflection, Ann Coulter seemed to recognize and respond to in an instant, like a puma recognizes an injured giselle. For Ann Coulter is a predator. A predator with a hungry asshole.

I first spotted her sitting at a table in front of The Gumbo Pot with another woman who looked not unlike her, but a generation older (I neglected to ask her at any point subsequently whether this had in fact been her mother). I vaguely recognized her—there’s always a lag time placing faces you know from cable when unconfined to a telescreen—and began to notice, stealing furtive glances up from the copy of Steinbeck I was reading, that she was eyeing me with unsettling scrutiny.

The next thing I knew, her companion (mother?) had left and Coulter was standing over me, looking skeptically at my reading material.
‘The Grapes of Wrath, huh?’
‘Yes’ I said, faking composure. ‘It’s fantastic.’
‘It’s a fantastic primer for vacuous proto-Communists everywhere,’ she said dismissively.
‘I don’t know about that..’
She sighed. ‘I don’t have enough ink in my pen to keep a running list of what you don’t know. May I?’
She motioned to the empty chair next to me.
‘Of course.’ It would be fair to say my voice trembled a little.
She sat and said nothing. Ann Coulter evidently takes an unappreciative view of small talk. That she was eager to continue antagonizing me became evident when I re-opened my recently-insulted book to resume reading. A young man passed in a t-shirt proclaiming ‘Iraq Nam’. She stopped him.
‘1. Haircut. 2. Shower. 3. Get a job, you sniveling hippy,’ she glowered. ‘You’re probably too high to remember that, so write it down--if you can write.’
He looked at her with dismay and scampered away like a kicked cat. She turned to me with bloodlust.
‘What do you think of the war: complete success, or very nearly complete success?’ she asked.
‘Well, in no time—barring the strong possibility of Civil War--we’ll have a democratically-elected anti-US Islamicist government in charge of the world’s second-largest oil reserves, so I’d have to say only very-nearly, on the complete success scale, at a hysterically distorted best.’
She showed her teeth. ‘It sounds to me like you don’t support our troops.’
‘I think that ‘Support Our Troops’ business is the most crass, craven cowardice ever to go unquestioned by the allegedly Liberal media.’
‘Yes? Yes?’ There was oddly growing excitement in her voice.
‘It allows the Administration to absolve itself of responsibility for its own flawed policy. It’s no different than if you sent a classroom of 2nd graders into a burning building, and when anyone objects you throw in their face that they "don’t support our 2nd graders"’
‘Where do you live?’
‘A few blocks away.’
‘Take me there.’

When we got to my apartment, she looked around glumly.
‘I was thinking you’d have half-burned American flags up on the wall,’ she said, disappointed.
‘That’s ridiculous. I love my country.’
‘Whatever you think that means,’ she said, rolling her eyes. ‘Don’t you have anything nasty to say about the President?’
‘Like what?’
‘Like he’s an imbecile, or corrupt, or a corrupt imbecile—the usual sore-loser bitter chatter.’
‘To be honest, I didn’t like the nasty things that were said about Clinton, and I’ve decided to have respect for the Office, no matter who holds it. I don’t think President Bush is corrupt or an imbecile anyway. Would you like something to drink?’
‘I think maybe this was a mistake,’ she said, starting to go.
‘That’s not to say I don’t disagree strongly with many of his policies and objectives.’
She seemed to reconsider. ‘Like what?’
‘I don’t know. Name one.’
‘Get me a drink first.’

With every point I expressed that ran counter to a view she held, she removed one article of clothing. Soon she sat on my couch naked, gently pulling at her untrimmed pubic hair, staring intently but not quite invitingly at me. The growing hard lump in my throat was just outpaced by the one in my pants. I was a little nervous because we had agreed on the last two points—the need to reconsider the option of nuclear energy, and drilling in the Arctic—and I noticed her oversized nipples were no longer hard. Luckily, she was, by this point, determined.
‘What do you think,’ she began provocatively, ‘of the President’s plan to privatize Social Security?’
I sighed with relief; this was as sure a promise to seal the deal as her asking if I had a condom.
‘I think it’s a payoff to the Americans the President has always been most intent on pleasing: the richest 1%.’
‘What do you mean?’ she cooed. I noticed her nipples hardening once more. She dropped to her knees in front of me. She pushed me backwards and positioned my legs up in the air.
‘A stock’s value is even now only partially tied to the actual value of any publicly traded company. But who’s going to profit from inflated valuations when stock prices swell irrationally from the forced, artificial injection of capital?
Her breath was hot on my ‘taint as she lifted my scrotum. ‘Yes? Yes?’
‘You might as well shoehorn billions of dollars into the Baseball Card market. The price of a Derek Jeter rookie will be driven up to hundreds of thousands of dollars—before the bubble bursts and the whole market crashes massively.’ It was getting hard to stay on point as she tongue-fucked my shitter vigorously.
‘Don’t..Stop!!’ her contorted mouth pled from my butthole.
‘The top 1% will sell stocks at the inflated valuations to the novice investors-by-necessity, the market will swell and crash, and the same 1% will come back and re-purchase their holdings at pennies on the dollar. Meanwhile, Social Security will go bankrupt and all the novice investors will be eating catfood for the duration of their "golden years,'’ barring a massive Federal bailout several hundred times in excess of what the Savings & Loan scandal cost us.’
She sprung up on the couch on all fours and looked over her shoulder at me. She pointed to her twitching, puckered anus. ‘See this?’
I nodded eagerly.
‘I want you to wreck it.’
I spit on my skeezer-pleaser and, prying her ass cheeks apart like a hot dinner roll, drove it home, into the biggest browneye I had ever seen. She gurgled contentedly. Every thrust of my babymaker was met with a wrenched squeal as I grabbed her by the hips and began really leaning into it.
‘Harder!’ she begged, ‘Harder!! Tell me what you think of Chomsky!’
‘I..think..he’s..brill..iant..but..I..don’t really agree with much of his stance on Israel, and--’
‘You’re slowing down!’ she snapped. ‘DON’T SLOW DOWN!’
I went back to punishing her asshole, giving no thought whatsoever to compassionate conservatism as her chocolate socket gnawed on my pork pipe. She was babbling now, as out of a delirious reverie.
‘Feed it,' Ann Coulter rasped. 'Feed my hungry asshole!'
I buried her face in a throw pillow and she swiveled her hips back on my fuckstick with obvious appreciation. My pace quickened as my man-magma built towards eruption.
‘Wait!’ she gasped, sensing the fuse on my yogurt cannon was burning quick. ‘I want to take you ass-to-mouth!’
I withdrew from her puckerhole with an audible ‘pop’ and she scrambled around, gulping at my wang-dang-doodle as though the lives of all her loved ones hinged on her marks for enthusiasm. Her eyes rolled up pleadingly as she threw her head down again and again on my magic johnson. I knew what she wanted.
‘There is a specter haunting Europe,’ I began, and she started to convulse spasmodically with her own thrashing orgasm, her head now dribbling in a blur against my groin. I repeated every Karl Marx quote I could think of until I reached my own ‘historic inevitability’ and launched surge after surge from my hairy boda bag. I ejaculated with what seemed like enough force to blow out the back of her head--but her head was made of stronger stuff. She sputtered, gobbled and gulped what I’d have to call a very liberal, even radically so, quantity of hot splooey.
Once she caught her breath, she wiped her mouth, stood, and took me by the hand.
‘Let’s go to the bathroom.’
‘Why?’
She seemed surprised I had to ask. Her tone was that of someone reminding another of something too obvious to need mention.
‘Uh, so I can get in the tub and you can piss all over me?’

I sat in a robe and watched her as she dressed.
‘Will I see you again?’ I asked tentatively.
‘Sure,’ she said, pointing to the TV. ‘On that.’
Some moments passed. I tried to dispel the awkward silence.
‘Well, nice meeting you,’ I offered.
‘You’ve really got a gift for tedious small talk,’ she shot back.
I was a little hurt and, recognizing this, she softened just a shade as she reached for her purse to leave.
‘Hey.’
‘Yes?’ I asked.
‘Thanks for not staring at my adam’s apple.’
‘No problem.’
She let herself out without another word, and I sat in the late afternoon silence alone. I considered how it felt to be a disposable instrument in someone’s personal debasement fantasy.

All in all, it didn’t feel too bad.

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what the shit is this

Magneto · Jul 16, 2017

Can I Spliff it said: ↑

Louisiana Red States is are a hell hole for education
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Mister Me Too · Jul 16, 2017

Can I Spliff it said: ↑

Louisiana is a hell hole for education
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NilesIrish · Jul 16, 2017

Joe_Pesci said: ↑

what the shit is this
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Supposedly a real account of someone nailing Coulter's skeletor doppelganger ass.
lol

wes tegg · Jul 16, 2017

Fran Tarkenton said: ↑

How do you, yourself, objectively gauge the goodness of a county school system nationally?

Given its so close to a population system of the state I would think its good relative to its state peers; given property tax -= funding --> funding = better school systems.
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It's "bronze" on USNWR's rankings, which is the top 30%. Still, the point was that Alabama's education problem isn't because a Spanish Fort AP government teacher put out an idiotic summer reading list that wasn't approved by the board of education.

Joe_Pesci · Jul 16, 2017

wes tegg said: ↑

It's "bronze" on USNWR's rankings, which is the top 30%. Still, the point was that Alabama's education problem isn't because a Spanish Fort AP government teacher put out an idiotic summer reading list that wasn't approved by the board of education.
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i'm writing a letter to president trump asking to rename spanish fort to american fort

GrizzliesDrew · Jul 16, 2017

BudKilmer · Jul 16, 2017

Magneto · Jul 16, 2017

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What a fucking , Trump's lawyer lied to America.

chuckmasterflex · Jul 16, 2017

BellottiBold · Jul 16, 2017

The party of good patriots

Can I Spliff it · Jul 16, 2017

Our tax dollars are being funneled into Trump properties.

Magneto · Jul 16, 2017

Can I Spliff it said: ↑

Our tax dollars are being funneled into Trump properties.
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Well we knew this would be the norm the moment he was elected.

Magneto · Jul 16, 2017

Can I Spliff it · Jul 16, 2017

BellottiBold · Jul 16, 2017

Artoo · Jul 16, 2017

Can I Spliff it said: ↑

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Goddamn. The same shit gets posted in here page after page.

Can I Spliff it · Jul 16, 2017

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What Trump Conservatives/Evangelicals are tweeting about below

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Mister Me Too · Jul 16, 2017

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Ted Lieu Twitter game is strong af.

BudKilmer · Jul 16, 2017

Joe_Pesci · Jul 16, 2017

Can I Spliff it said: ↑

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#13 would never fly today

Can I Spliff it · Jul 16, 2017

Didn't congress recently OK employers getting your genetic information?

chuckmasterflex · Jul 16, 2017

prerecordedlive · Jul 16, 2017

God damn

Beeds07 · Jul 16, 2017

Well damn

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