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Problem glasses – check. Bird hands – check. A philosopher shows his war face.
“you will never hear about judgment, shame, or even sin…” says “pastor”. “Free Pastor Hugs” – yeah, not for you, though.
“Influencers”, is there anything they don’t know?
Based on past conversations, my libertardian friends will be outraged on her behalf.
You do realise he can bitch-slap the fascism right out of those Nazis.
You do realise he can bitch-slap the fascism right out of those Nazis.
Unless, of course, the Nazi is walking slowly backwards out of his reach.
Sentence first – verdict afterward.
Is it saying you’ve been born and bred in a certain part of Scotland that qualifies as a hate crime or is it having been born and bred in a certain part of Scotland? What with the Brit Wanker Coppers making it up as they go along It’s hard to tell what’s what.
“going to war”–that guy would have trouble going to war against mashed potatoes.
Interesting study (if you can believe it) showed that taking up weight-lifting tended to lead to a shift to more conservative values. Almost as if a sense of self-reliance meant not relying on the government so much. I want to believe…
Nah. That’s shit that never happened boilerplate.
Utter lunacy. I’d be happy to call her a fake Christian.
But I think she’s throwing him out for being an obnoxiously intrusive “influencer”, not for merely wearing a “Jesus Loves You” t-shirt.
I think he already has, if you know what I mean.
by the way “ping”
The oppression hierarchy the Left is so fond of is the search for Cosmic Justice, a search that Sowell states is futile. No one can balance the scales of life and the attempt to do so is harmful to society. Not only does it lead to appointing an idiot to the supreme court, gumming up the wheels of justice, but it leads to fire hydrants in LA not having water (the money having been spent by black lesbians on more important things, like rainbows). The free pursuit of each person’s best interest combined with business looking for the most talented and hardest working is what leads to prosperity. Stirring up envy is what grifters do and does not lead to accomplishment but to chaos.
By the way Sowell is a national treasure. I think only because he started as a black radical (almost communist) and learned why he was wrong can he be so clear-headed.
Bless you, sir. May you sleep soundly. On cool pillows.
Don’t know, but I am certain that if he said Jesus was Hey-Zeus, his Guatemalan boyfriend, he would have gotten a “pastor hug”.
Band name.