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Wow that really does sound like something you couldn't make up
Trump Derangement Syndrome - Orange man bad. Read the OP! (ᴛʜɪs ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴋɪᴡɪ ғᴀʀᴍs ʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡs ɴᴏᴡ) 🗿🗿🗿🗿
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Emilie Autumn won't stop sperging about how "uneducated" women sold out ~*the sisterhood*~ by voting for Trump, and the salt is kinda hilarious.
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You think with all the people reehing about leaving the country, since they love minorities so much, they could try living in Africa or Latin America to help the poor " marginalized " brothers down there...
they start with their gringuismos down there and they get beaten to a pulp lol
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He won 2 days ago and topic has already 86 pages.
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He won 2 days ago and topic has already 86 pages.
This is a salt quarry
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Remember guys, Love Trumps Hate. :^)
I know this is probably mentioned before, but I find it hilarious that back then Trump was mocked for "not accepting the election results" before the election day and even mocked by Hillary herself, but right now it seems the meltdown ironically just won't accept the election results.
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Yep. She spends most of her time dodging questions from fans about her audiobook that she is totally still working on, you guise!
It seems the election has really released the :autism: though. The comments are a 50/50 divide between sane people and the same kind of salt that's cropped up time and time again in this thread - basically "b-but muh whiteness! PRIVILEGE!"
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I think that goes for everyone tbh. Save this forum and a few people here and there, everybody else is loosing their heads. Even people before who were level-headed and didn't buy into extreme rad right/left ideals has gone all KKK or SJW.
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Bloody hell. She hasn't been relevant since 2006.
What was it that she called her site? The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, or something like that?
What a pseud.
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People are so mad about the election that the KKK is literally number 1 trending on Facebook kek
You haven't seen anything yet. Her election autism rabbit hole just keeps on going.
https://www.facebook.com/emilieautumnofficial/posts/10153967591058021
Dearest Plague Rats,
I am going to tell a story, and I will sound very stupid, and so I ask you to please be kind, for my only hope is that my Mexican Ratties will see this and understand how much I love and honor them.
Here goes...
My father, who has been dead for many years now (lung cancer, please don't smoke, ever), was an immigrant.
His name was Wolfgang.
Raised in an orphanage in Hamburg, Germany, he was retrieved and brought by his father to America when he was 12 years old. I do not know when he became a US citizen, or the process by which it happened, but I'm sure it was far from easy, especially as Germans were not exactly popular or welcome in America at that time. In Philadelphia, where my father was settled, Germans were so unpopular that my father worked to quickly lose his accent due to the beatings he received from other boys simply for being born in a place they didn't like (because their parents didn't like it), and for daring to come to their country, as though my father had any choice in the matter. I always thought it sad that I never knew my father with an accent, and that he had to so quickly pretend not to be who he was, but I also understood why. Being himself was dangerous, as was living with his physically and sexually abusive father, and so, at the age of 14, he escaped the horrific abuse inflicted upon him nightly when he ran away from home and never went back (he told me of all this shortly before he died when I visited him in the hospital to learn what I could of his life). He lived, he told me, on the streets of Philadelphia until he was old enough to join the US army. I can only imagine the cruelty he fell victim to during his years of homelessness. I imagine his accent creeping back into some bit of speech, and some violence that would quickly chase it away again, never to return. To say that I was not close to my father is a fantastic understatement. But I understand now, at least a little, how his experiences conspired to make him into an unpleasant person. He endured things, both from society and from his own father, that absolutely bury all of what I have endured in my life to this point, and that, my friends, is saying quite a lot.
I never want anyone coming to America to feel what my father felt. And I never want my Plague Rats in Mexico or anywhere else in the world to worry that, were they to come here, they would feel those things. Under our President-elect, they very likely would. I don't know what to do. If you are smarter than I am and have any ideas, please leave them in the comments.
When I was 7 years old, my father went to the gas station down the street from our house to find workers to dig a massive hole for a septic tank in the yard. He came home with two Mexican men who spoke no English. They were not in the US legally. They stood outside the gas station every day and took the physically laborious jobs people like my father would offer them. They went to work with their shovels, and I watched out the window for hours, simply marveling. I had never seen anyone work harder. I thought, "they must be hungry," so I went to the kitchen, found some corn tortillas and cheese, and made two quesadillas. I took them out to the men, and they accepted the paper plates I offered with smiling surprise. They would be old men now, and I hope that they are surrounded by their families.
When I was 12 years old, my father took over a failing diner in California. On the few occasions that I visited it, I stayed in the kitchen, helping the chefs, because I loved to cook. It will surprise no one when I tell you that all of the employees were Mexican, and many were not yet US citizens. They got the jobs because they were the ones who wanted them (please remember that no job is ever "stolen"—if a job in the US is awarded to a non US citizen, it is because a US citizen chose to hire them). These Mexicans worked and saved to afford citizenship, and to be able to bring their families to the US once they had. I never saw anything wrong with this, and I don't see anything wrong with it now. All I saw were men and women working incredibly hard for very little money and for a very noble purpose, a purpose any one of us could understand.
Lastly, I first visited Mexico nearly a decade ago. My girls and I were greeted at the airport by a crowd of Mexican Plague Rats. We were stunned. I had no idea anyone in Mexico knew who I was. The streets were blocked by people coming to sing with us. And when I stepped onto the stage, a strange chant went through the crowd:
MADRE DE RATAS!
It took me a moment to realize what they were calling me: "Mother of Rats." To this day, I don't think I have ever been so shocked, or so proud.
Plague Rats of Mexico and around the world: No matter what becomes of my country, I hope and pray that you will always think of me as your loving friend, who welcomes you as you have always welcomed me.
Con amor,
~Your Madre de Ratas
#notmypresident
Dearest Plague Rats,
I am going to tell a story, and I will sound very stupid, and so I ask you to please be kind, for my only hope is that my Mexican Ratties will see this and understand how much I love and honor them.
Here goes...
My father, who has been dead for many years now (lung cancer, please don't smoke, ever), was an immigrant.
His name was Wolfgang.
Raised in an orphanage in Hamburg, Germany, he was retrieved and brought by his father to America when he was 12 years old. I do not know when he became a US citizen, or the process by which it happened, but I'm sure it was far from easy, especially as Germans were not exactly popular or welcome in America at that time. In Philadelphia, where my father was settled, Germans were so unpopular that my father worked to quickly lose his accent due to the beatings he received from other boys simply for being born in a place they didn't like (because their parents didn't like it), and for daring to come to their country, as though my father had any choice in the matter. I always thought it sad that I never knew my father with an accent, and that he had to so quickly pretend not to be who he was, but I also understood why. Being himself was dangerous, as was living with his physically and sexually abusive father, and so, at the age of 14, he escaped the horrific abuse inflicted upon him nightly when he ran away from home and never went back (he told me of all this shortly before he died when I visited him in the hospital to learn what I could of his life). He lived, he told me, on the streets of Philadelphia until he was old enough to join the US army. I can only imagine the cruelty he fell victim to during his years of homelessness. I imagine his accent creeping back into some bit of speech, and some violence that would quickly chase it away again, never to return. To say that I was not close to my father is a fantastic understatement. But I understand now, at least a little, how his experiences conspired to make him into an unpleasant person. He endured things, both from society and from his own father, that absolutely bury all of what I have endured in my life to this point, and that, my friends, is saying quite a lot.
I never want anyone coming to America to feel what my father felt. And I never want my Plague Rats in Mexico or anywhere else in the world to worry that, were they to come here, they would feel those things. Under our President-elect, they very likely would. I don't know what to do. If you are smarter than I am and have any ideas, please leave them in the comments.
When I was 7 years old, my father went to the gas station down the street from our house to find workers to dig a massive hole for a septic tank in the yard. He came home with two Mexican men who spoke no English. They were not in the US legally. They stood outside the gas station every day and took the physically laborious jobs people like my father would offer them. They went to work with their shovels, and I watched out the window for hours, simply marveling. I had never seen anyone work harder. I thought, "they must be hungry," so I went to the kitchen, found some corn tortillas and cheese, and made two quesadillas. I took them out to the men, and they accepted the paper plates I offered with smiling surprise. They would be old men now, and I hope that they are surrounded by their families.
When I was 12 years old, my father took over a failing diner in California. On the few occasions that I visited it, I stayed in the kitchen, helping the chefs, because I loved to cook. It will surprise no one when I tell you that all of the employees were Mexican, and many were not yet US citizens. They got the jobs because they were the ones who wanted them (please remember that no job is ever "stolen"—if a job in the US is awarded to a non US citizen, it is because a US citizen chose to hire them). These Mexicans worked and saved to afford citizenship, and to be able to bring their families to the US once they had. I never saw anything wrong with this, and I don't see anything wrong with it now. All I saw were men and women working incredibly hard for very little money and for a very noble purpose, a purpose any one of us could understand.
Lastly, I first visited Mexico nearly a decade ago. My girls and I were greeted at the airport by a crowd of Mexican Plague Rats. We were stunned. I had no idea anyone in Mexico knew who I was. The streets were blocked by people coming to sing with us. And when I stepped onto the stage, a strange chant went through the crowd:
MADRE DE RATAS!
It took me a moment to realize what they were calling me: "Mother of Rats." To this day, I don't think I have ever been so shocked, or so proud.
Plague Rats of Mexico and around the world: No matter what becomes of my country, I hope and pray that you will always think of me as your loving friend, who welcomes you as you have always welcomed me.
Con amor,
~Your Madre de Ratas
#notmypresident
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Trump detractors throw bricks at Trump supporters while shouting "peaceful protest"!
https://twitter.com/MisterMetokur/status/796967296069672960
Real life has turned into a strawman version of itself.
https://twitter.com/MisterMetokur/status/796967296069672960
Real life has turned into a strawman version of itself.
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I swear after the 8th November we all went to bed and then woke up in a parallel universe made entirely of salt and memes.
What a time to be alive.
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It's more like ascending a giant mountain and we reached the summit on November 9th. We looked around from our perch and all around we saw nothing but vast wastes of salt and memes.
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In the "swing the electoral college" front, even some of the left-wing publications have started questioning it...The Atlantic thinks it's a bad idea, ThinkProgress admits its going to be nearly impossible to sway some nearly 40 Republican voters, etc.
Hillary already conceded anyway, right?
Hillary already conceded anyway, right?
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THere's a lot of these stories about people suddenly being picked on. It's really fishy.
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