jrfox92 wrote:This election is hilarious, though.
It's like a thermonuclear bomb exploded on my Facebook news feed.
Everyone's regressed to their hyper-depressed, angsty high school emo kid phase.
Regressed?
re·gress
verb
past tense: regressed; past participle: regressed
rəˈɡres/
1. return to a former or less developed state.
No dude, it was a joke, meaning "what do you mean regressed?" As though that phase was ever moved on from.
This is how you guys got that guy in charge.
Literalists.
WWPD?
fcknoise wrote:You are all fucking tryhard effort posting nerds
Invisible Man wrote:
I'm probably the most humble person I know. I feel good about smelling my own butthole.
Jesus Was a Robot wrote:Did you just assume Billy Corgan's dildo preference??
Well, here's to hoping the USD plummets so I can get some cheap pedals. On the bright side, maybe Trump will move those US soliders out of Norway so he and Putin can remain batty boys.
I am the people—the mob—the crowd—the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?
I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world’s food and clothes.
I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons come from me and the Lincolns. They die. And then I send forth more Napoleons and Lincolns.
I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand for much plowing. Terrible storms pass over me. I forget. The best of me is sucked out and wasted. I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and makes me work and give up what I have. And I forget.
Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red drops for history to remember. Then—I forget.
When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer forget who robbed me last year, who played me for a fool—then there will be no speaker in all the world say the name: “The People,” with any fleck of a sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.
The mob—the crowd—the mass—will arrive then.