Nothing, *nothing*, justifies killing him, or robbing his kids of their dad.
We don’t know the identity or motive of the shooter but murder can *never* be the response to political disagreements.
Nothing, *nothing*, justifies killing him, or robbing his kids of their dad.
We don’t know the identity or motive of the shooter but murder can *never* be the response to political disagreements.
They’d be slaughtered. Outgunned, outnumbered, fighting block by block on streets they don’t know.
How would that play to mothers and fathers? Sons and Daughters?
They’d be slaughtered. Outgunned, outnumbered, fighting block by block on streets they don’t know.
How would that play to mothers and fathers? Sons and Daughters?
I just wanted to say THANK YOU. I can't imagine the shit you are going through right now
Thanks for your service to our country
I just wanted to say THANK YOU. I can't imagine the shit you are going through right now
Thanks for your service to our country
And this is how we replay them. The United States is that toxic, ungrateful friend that you wish you had cut out of your life sooner.
And this is how we replay them. The United States is that toxic, ungrateful friend that you wish you had cut out of your life sooner.
"Washington has become Nero’s court, with an incendiary emperor, submissive courtiers and a jester high on ketamine... We were at war with a dictator, we are now at war with a dictator backed by a traitor."
"Washington has become Nero’s court, with an incendiary emperor, submissive courtiers and a jester high on ketamine... We were at war with a dictator, we are now at war with a dictator backed by a traitor."
Dont Defund Public Schools
Dont Defund Public Schools
Guy stops by the newsstand every day, scans the front page, doesn’t buy the paper. One day the vendor asks what he’s up to.
Guy says: “looking for an obituary.”
Vendor says “those are towards the back of the paper, comrade.”
Guy says: “not the one I’m looking for.”
Guy stops by the newsstand every day, scans the front page, doesn’t buy the paper. One day the vendor asks what he’s up to.
Guy says: “looking for an obituary.”
Vendor says “those are towards the back of the paper, comrade.”
Guy says: “not the one I’m looking for.”