“after finding him guilty of schism”

I saw this earlier today and read it as guilty of sarcasm.

Didn’t our founders have something to say along the lines of when the government becomes tyrannical it’s a duty to overthrow it?

From a tweet in another article on this:

“The NFL Sunday Ticket settlement is around $4,000 to 5,000 a customer per report”

So… Maybe ten years from now former subscribers will get gift cards for sixty eight cents each.

Boof bro will personally take up this case and see to it that a former president is immune from liquor license requirements. HE LIKES BEER!

I don’t know why we’re even remotely concerned with some businessmen, well respected in their communities, conducting perfectly reasonable financial transactions when just last week, I saw a BROWN person in an orange grove, taking all the jobs from “the blacks” and forcing them into poverty!

Heavy /s though with use of actual sound bites from our burgeoning overlords.

A guy can dream though, right?

This is effectively license to riot in November and January.

Then slap him with a drunk in public and give him an extra day inside for it.

I archived this cancerous bloated paywalled shit show of a website just on principle

https://archive.md/5qN2M

The comments are pretty much all with you save one person. If I were you, I’d calmly walk away with that satisfaction before you get baited into a comment that “proves” you are what has been said of you.

(Note that “proves” is in quotation marks there.)

Are you asserting that nobody should ever have any preferences? Do you meet your own standard?

OP didn’t say he’s throwing women out of bed for having piercings. He expressed a preference for them not to.

I prefer dark hair. Sometimes it’s red or blonde or blue.

I prefer pubic hair. Sometimes it’s there, sometimes it’s not.

I prefer a few extra pounds. Sometimes those pounds aren’t there. Sometimes a few extra is more like a lot extra.

In no example above did I shut down the interaction, nor did I experience any less pleasure.

But I still have preferences. That’s all they are though.

Nah. In Texas all she has to do is say that God told her to do it, and she’ll get a couple years of taking drugs in a hospital.

The exception is Taylor Parker because she killed an _unborn child, and that’s a damn step too far.

Whoa there pal.

What part of driving pickup trucks with giant tires through the mud while drinking cases of ~~bud light ~~ Modelo and wearing jorts and a tank top with a picture of Rambo Trump firing footballs from a grenade launcher isn’t culture?

Product - use daily

Language - speak English, Spanish, and Korean, though the latter two are admittedly falling off from lack of use. Lived overseas for four years in my twenties

Collared shirts - wear daily, but I’d guess that’s not goth chick bait

Dancing - was religiously prohibited from such growing up and never took an interest in it

Personal skill - I can cook like a motherfucker. Like really good stuff. If I believed in love languages, mine would be feeding others. The women in my office make weekly requests for me to cook whatever they’re craving over the weekend and bring it in on Monday.

But I’m talking about energy. Gomez spends his entire existence striving toward being Morticia’s everything. I don’t have enough gas in the tank after seventy or eighty hours of getting yelled at for my income.

Next up, since everything is so easy, I guess I just simply waltz into another job, right?

I’m of the opinion that Hillary lost because of the blatant super delegate shenanigans within the DNC. I know I was LIVID. However, I wasn’t one of the folks who were so livid that they protest voted third party. I held my nose, suppressed my gag reflex, and voted for Hillary, though I really didn’t want to.

Gomez lives off generational wealth and thus spends his time culturing himself with dance, art, and seductive languages.

I work until it’s not safe to drive home because I’m so tired and my eyes don’t work. I crawl home on surface streets, collapse into bed for a brief nap, and get up to go do it again because the man needs his dollar.

My spirit may be willing, but my flesh is spongy and bruised.

That’s always been my response when manager and owner use that whole “nobody wants to work anymore,” thing because they can’t get people to take offers for six bucks a year.

Every single time I hear that, I say out loud, “Well I certainly don’t want to work. Who in their right mind does? That’s why we get paid to do it.”

Who pays to watch these things? Like Fast and Furious part 47 is clearly making money as is Comic book hero vs other comic book anti-hero part 32.

I know I’m old, but I can’t even name the year when I last paid to go see a movie.

I would agree, but it’s not my life, not my money. You can’t really go around telling people they fucked up every time you see it.

Most of the math I do at work is related to compound interest. Of all the math I believe the general public should understand, the concept of how paying interest to others is a total screw would get my top vote.

I have a co-worker who took out a car loan last week at, wait for it, FIFTY THREE PERCENT INTEREST! No concept of what that was costing her. She could only see, “I can afford the monthly payment.”

(1 + r)^n and its friend 1/(1 + r)^n have been the two most important concepts in work and personal life that I’ve ever learned and applied.