Drooling with transparent projection and gleefully un-self-aware, hordes of brain-damaged Twitter addicts who have spent the last ten years saying things they don’t believe in hopes of getting five more followers will think it’s clever to accuse me of trying to be cool and snobby like the popular kids.
To my delight, the new Wonder Woman movie was visually stunning, and was not marred by page after page of hackneyed feminist dialogue. Indeed, the girl-power theme was rarely taken beyond the level to which we are already numb. One notable exception to this being when a bunch of Amazons armed with Bronze Age weaponry somehow win a …
Way to backfire, geniuses. The journo-bot takes on Trump.
Sometimes your radical moderate answer really is pretty fringey, because one of the fringes accidentally hit the nail on the head.
If the vote were restricted to people who didn’t act like farm animals I would almost find democracy tolerable.
What message would this send to Muslim extremists? That’s right: “We’re all totally on board with indiscriminately bombing the shit out of you.”
Jesus Christ, France. Christ on a red, white, and blue pogo stick wearing a djellaba.
YOU ARE GIVING TERRORISTS A PERFECT OPENING TO BLOW YOU ALL TO HELL, YOU GODDAMN IDIOTS.
The Loi El Khomri is supposed to allow millennials into the work force by making French employees easier to fire; it’s a tiny dose of the free market, designed to evilly pry them from the warm, mushy arms of the welfare state.
Dear my leftist friends: the people who are mad about Trump aren’t literally insane. They’re sick of getting taken advantage of from both sides.