Woah woah woah are you saying that the patriarchical strong man at the head of a corporatist political party appealing to a frightened middle class with rhetoric built around appealing to an imagined glorious past supposedly lost due to capitulation to an ethnic minority that is supposedly both incredibly weak yet extremely influential is a fascist?? Don't you think you're diluting the term???!??!?!??!!.?
hedge_lord
joined 2 years ago
I'LL CRANK MY HOG TO THAT MFER AROOOOO
Diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole
No! Actually he meant it'd crash if and only if she was elected, which is his way of signalling that he's replaced by Harris who's disguised as him like the fake godzilla in godzilla versus mechagodzilla. But even the Deep State couldn't replicate his lustrous orange sheen. This is why bad things are happening! I can never be wrong!
(sarcasm disclaimer: this is sarcastic)
A guy starts talking about "hard work" and yeah dude you probably did work hard, but you also offhandedly mentioned receiving half of a million dollars from people in your life who "believed in [you]" and I'd like for you to elaborate on that.
I lost a friend like this to the cicada cult. One day he's feeling sympathy for the things and the next he's stuck himself to a tree and won't stop screaming. He never stopped after they died, I don't think his mind could take it.
That's MY HOUSE you bookstack! You thieving oil barrel! I was IN THAT HOUSE. I STILL AM. Put us down and LET ME OUT. Where is the exit??
Open for me, washer of clothes. OPEN. I command it. You are but a machine and I am a divine being. I shall withdraw my pantalons whenever I damn well please!
Pants are symbolic of modern degeneracy. Are we too ASHAMED to let our legs free? Do we lock them in cages because we are afraid? It's unnatural! Humans did not evolve to wear pants. Only maybe sweatpants are okay. End the TYRANNY of HARD PANTS. No more I say!
Hollow corpses lay strewn about the parking lot. A dark cloud hovers over the once-cheery cheese casino. You hear the screams of the children inside, joyous yet awakened to their thirst for blood. It didn't have to be this way. The contagion was left to grow for too long and you fear your attempt to cleanse it will only strengthen the pack. They are held here only by their loyalty to their rat god, an entity not known to stay contained for long. Distant thunder rumbles as you cross the threshold. You heft the bottle and give it what may be your final kiss. There's no turning back now, not for either of you.
Don't listen to it, don't try to fight that kid. A lot of people get that idea and the kid is prepared.
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Back in my day we could think that the future would be better and not worse!