Jim Harris
@jimharrisforreal.bsky.social
Old Newspaper Editor. Closet Canadian. Have world N/A beers imported from Ontario. I eat your team in Rotisserie League. My mean wife likes beating me, and at Wordle. My grandsons are hostages. HE’S A FUCKING FELON. I apologize; I can be profane.
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He wants to unalive politicians now
November 21, 2025 at 12:22 PM
He wants to unalive politicians now
Shoulda. To Leavitt.
November 21, 2025 at 4:25 PM
Shoulda. To Leavitt.
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Stuff my grandfather—first-line supervisor, retired 1973—kept in their basement so I’d have it years later, after he’d passed.
November 21, 2025 at 4:29 AM
Stuff my grandfather—first-line supervisor, retired 1973—kept in their basement so I’d have it years later, after he’d passed.
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He’s far from just remaining silent. He’s actively courting and supporting a
White Nationalist Fascist Nazi
Regardless of anything else- this Makes Tim Cook a
White Nationalist Fascist Nazi
He’s not alone of course. But supporting and courting one, makes you one.
White Nationalist Fascist Nazi
Regardless of anything else- this Makes Tim Cook a
White Nationalist Fascist Nazi
He’s not alone of course. But supporting and courting one, makes you one.
November 21, 2025 at 3:01 AM
He’s far from just remaining silent. He’s actively courting and supporting a
White Nationalist Fascist Nazi
Regardless of anything else- this Makes Tim Cook a
White Nationalist Fascist Nazi
He’s not alone of course. But supporting and courting one, makes you one.
White Nationalist Fascist Nazi
Regardless of anything else- this Makes Tim Cook a
White Nationalist Fascist Nazi
He’s not alone of course. But supporting and courting one, makes you one.
Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along, you get thirsty, you spot a little brook, you put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water... BAM! A freakin’ bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are lyin on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now I ask ya …
November 20, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along, you get thirsty, you spot a little brook, you put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water... BAM! A freakin’ bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are lyin on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now I ask ya …