Strange world we live in…I can remember when Dems stood together to oppose a guy that had maybe kissed some high school girls 30 years ago. Now, it’s alright to watch prepubescent boys dance in drag.
I really thought the opposition to Roy Moore was principled and not political…okay, that’s a lie.
Nancy Pelosi said that? I don’t think child drag shows are part of the DNC platform.
FWIW I’d argue the vast majority of pagent parents are conservative. And I think we can all agree pagent parents will almost certainly fuck up their kids. Let’s ban all pagents, the concept is fucking ridiculous.
The concept isn’t ridiculous, it is grotesque. So I completely agree with your suggestion.
Completely agree. Kid pageants are awful and adult ones are worse.
And no argument exists where we get to look at hot girls in bikinis so keep it. That worked long ago but we don’t need it now. We have instant porn.
From whoever the fuck Justin Murphy (apparently a Catholic you can’t make this shit up) is on Twitter.
“Not even being provocative but if you think Greta Thunberg has the maturity to guide global policy-making then you cannot object to Jeffrey Epstein paying 16-year-olds for sex.”
If we’re going to have kids speak at the U.N. then surely you agree they should be sex slaves.
Does he know Epstein is dead?
Or some body they claimed was Epstein. He is living out the rest of his life at a CIA black site in the Seychelles. Or he’s on an alien spacecraft somewhere. Hard to keep track.
Why not on his island??
The illuminati are on to that island. Gotta stay ahead of 'em.
Surely you don’t expect an asset to return to a safe house that’s been burnt? Onto his next one.
I figured this crosses the threshold to qualify for this thread.
No that belongs in the lunatic thread. Was it a comedic plant? Very well done if so.
A Modest Proposal was one of my favorite things we read in HS English.
That’s where my head went with it too.
Swift was the former dean of my alma mater. I’ve put one of my favourite poems below:
THE bold encroachers on the deep,
Gain by degrees huge tracts of land,
Till Neptune, with one general sweep,
Turns all again to barren strand.
The multitude’s capricious pranks,
Are said to represent the seas;
Which, breaking bankers and the banks,
Resume their own whene’er they please.
Money, the life-blood of the nation,
Corrupts and stagnates in the veins,
Unless a proper circulation,
Its motion and its heat maintains.
Because 'tis lordly not to pay,
Quakers and aldermen in state,
Like peers, have levees every day
Of duns attending at their gate.
We want our money on the nail;
The banker’s ruin’d if he pays:
They seem to act an ancient tale;
The birds are met to strip the jays.
Riches, the wisest monarch sings,
"Make pinions for themselves to fly:"
They fly like bats on parchment wings,
And geese their silver plumes supply.
No money left for squandering heirs!
Bills turn the lenders into debtors:
The wish of Nero now is theirs,
"That they had never known their letters."
Conceive the works of midnight hags,
Tormenting fools behind their backs:
Thus bankers, o’er their bills and bags,
Sit squeezing images of wax.
Conceive the whole enchantment broke;
The witches left in open air,
With power no more than other folk,
Expos’d with all their magick ware.
So powerful are a banker’s bills,
Where creditors demand their due;
They break up counters, doors, and tills,
And leave the empty chests in view.
Thus when an earthquake lets in light
Upon the god of gold and Hell,
Unable to endure the sight,
He hides within his darkest cell.
As when a conjurer takes a lease
From Satan for a term of years,
The tenant’s in a dismal case,
Whene’er the bloody bond appears.
A baited banker thus desponds,
From his own hand foresees his fall;
They have his soul, who have his bonds;
’Tis like the writing on the wall.
How will the caitiff wretch be scar’d,
When first he finds himself awake
At the last trumpet, unprepar’d,
And all his grand account to make!
For in that universal call,
Few bankers will to Heaven be mounters;
They’ll cry, “Ye shops, upon us fall!
Conceal and cover us, ye counters!”
When other hands the scales shall hold,
And they, in men’s and angels’ sight
Produc’d with all their bills and gold,
"Weigh’d in the balance, and found light!"
…and this is how people burned witches…
Apparently it was a plant. My question is why the audience didn’t roundly turn on this person’s obviously insane suggestion.
They had never read a modest proposal. They thought this lady was straight up serious, and frigging crazy.
If you recite that to the same cadence as Slayers “Angel of Death” its fookin badass, man.
Not tonight honey, l have chip-ache.