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Like the heavily armed clampetts

Video from this morning shows ICE agents deploying tear gas outside a Minneapolis preschool as parents shout, “This is a preschool! There’s kids here!”

I can’t fucking stand the murderous stupid being perpetrated by these out of reg domestic fobbits who couldn’t pass basic army training and would be barracks partied out of any halfway decent unit for being so fucking ate up.

And years from now, when you’re shunned by real men. By real patriots. You’ll have your little circle jerks where you cosplay like actual veterans. Like actual VA ICU nurses. Give me my fucking flag back, you cuck. You don’t deserve it because you’re small. And weak. And cowards.

Every woman of worth sees the beta in you. You’ll never be a real man. You’ll never be worthy. You should just die of shame. I certainly would. I have more courage and patriotism in my little toe than you have. I am an actual combat vet. You’re a cos playing douchebag.

You’re the sad little boy that never got over the crippling self loathing that you plaster over with Velcro and “combat patches” while you desperately slap yourself in the mirror trying to psych yourself up to go walk the streets of an American city and convince yourself you’re the good guy.

Bet you all the money in my 401k they’re bragging in their stupid little boy chats about how they “served” and trading their little cards and coins and being all like, “You’re so hard core.” “No, you’re so hard core!” Or whatever beta boys do when they can’t actually sack up and ACTUALLY serve

I can’t fucking stand the murderous stupid being perpetrated by these out of reg domestic fobbits who couldn’t pass basic army training and would be barracks partied out of any halfway decent unit for being so fucking ate up.

This is like #OMGJadeHelm. But for real. And the people who got their knickers in an absolute, raging, drooling, vein-popping, apoplectic twist about it are just like…nah, this is cool.

Trump pardons Nevada politician who paid for cosmetic surgery with funds to honor a slain officer President Donald Trump has issued a full pardon for loyalist Michele Fiore, who paid for her plastic surgery with funds that were meant for a statue honoring a slain police officer.

Keeping it classy.

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Musk’s DOGE seeks access to personal taxpayer data, raising alarm at IRS Musk’s DOGE seeks access to personal taxpayer data at IRS

Absolutely fucking no.

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Qatar GP stewards apparently decided the race was too boring and they ought to zhuzh it up a with a hot mess of ridiculous calls. Debris on the course? Meh, let’s thunderdome for a few laps and see what happens! What a clown car of officiating

In between NFL and F1, my favorite nieces talked me into watching my first Hallmark movie. First, I was like WTF and now I CANNOT STOP WATCHING. This is the ridiculous dopamine hit my brain needed. Make it staaaahhhpppp!

Show me intervals, you cowards!

Someone explain to me, like I’m an absolute turnip, why they don’t start showing intervals until, like, LAP 7. 🙄

Garlic-Garlic Mashed Potatoes Recipe on Food52 As the recipe title implies, these garlic mashed potatoes have some serious power, but if you're scared, you can dial it down a notch.

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My family’s ride or die Thanksgiving Rule: Pie for breakfast. Coffee and pie on Thursday morning. Because if you wait until after dinner you won’t be hungry. And if you’re going to make pie only once a year, you should be hungry enough to appreciate it. YWFMS.

Yah, I tried that after 2016. Now, I’m reclaiming my time. Get bent.

I believe in grace in most things. But my latest petty joy is pointing, laughing and taking pictures anytime I see a cybertruck in the wild. It sparks joy.

I think the hardest thing about deleting my Twitter account was the mourning. Twitter hadn’t been “my place” in a long time but I genuinely loved the thing it once was. I had to cycle through the 7 stages of whatever before I could let it go. Felt grief a bit like when I lost a cousin to MAGA.

To go containers of falafel, green olives, cucumber-onion salad and pita.

Did I need a second pita stuffed with falafel, hummus, tahini, assorted veg and tzatziki sauce? No. Nevertheless, she persisted.

Hi!

Mr. Woofles (name changed to respect his privacy) looking majestic in the front seat of the truck.

Curdled loathing crouches in my spleen, sending tentacles of rage through my back teeth. It burns with the fire of a thousand suns. I live in a perpetual state of rage now. So here is my doggo.