I donāt think so poorly of alligators that I think they make that kind of distinction, gators being gators and all. No, Iāll let the gators decide if they want to eat fascism for breakfast and shit it out into the swamps; if they ignore it, then we can use the chippers. Nature finds a way to use its own worst, and I am not one to stand in natureās way.
I suspect thereās going to be so much rampant hopium and copium use going on in the camp of the fascists that the entire DEA is going wind up being restructured for the sole purpose of handing it.
Yes, this is war, and the disposal of your filth by Ukraine is her revenge on you. You are the awardee of the revenge, not its agent. The only decision for you to make is to prostrate yourself before Ukraine, beg ceaselessly for her mercy, and die by whatever means she determines to be appropriate.
Some other cats: glares at you in the dark, slowly gets up and walks over to you, baps you right in your stupid face, goes back to warm spot and falls asleep, leaving you wondering where the fuck you went wrong.
Their abandonment of empathy is perhaps the greatest reason why I revile them.
A mentality of fear, superiority, bravado, main character syndrome, otherism (a fear of altruism), superstition, religious indoctrination, paranoia, the lost causeā¦
even conservative immigrants are in the find out phase. Broken minds.
Be woke, or be broke. All my homies respect trans rights, and personal pronouns.
Broke mind virus strikes again!