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US US Politics General - Discussion of President Biden and other politicians
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Big Herc rules.
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I believe that if there are riots that bad, any goodwill the progressive left has obtained will be burned up in those riots. Once the dust settles they will find that their supporters will be fewer, and the media corporations will be on trial for fanning the flames.
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It's not straight if he fucks her in the ass.
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And then I would ask why they didn't come forward with this when he was running for governor.
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Yeah that is the plan.
Galt made a speech about what the productive should do...just sayin'. Shrug.
I know a lot of people do not understand Rand on this site but maybe read her work. Do not just read the Cliff's Notes. Read the work. She knew about commie faggotry.
In reply to @MrJokerRager I feel like Obama's message has been done before:
I cannot imagine why blacks are not biting on the arab faggot's bait!
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It's pretty bad when you get burnt this bad by the guy who wrote a dissertation on why male horses can consent.
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Dude looks and sounds so old now. Like is he 80 or something?Obummer shows what an empty suit he is and how he never adapted or learned anything in politics other than being a fake cool black guy, trying to do this horrible attempt at Jon Stewart mocking Trump but saying nothing, ironic for how he tries to say Trump says nothing at his rallies. Trump says the same things over and over again, we know, we stay for the name calling and side stories.
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He's a rough 63. Meanwhile the Orange Guy is 78 and doesn't look nearly as haggard
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Yes. My point in mentioning Candace Owens is that for both black women and black men, successful interracial relationships with white people are rare. Black people are extremely dysfunctional and a big part of that comes from mothers and fathers not being able to love each other. There is no way for the family unit to survive that. When I sperg about sex-war propaganda being anti-family this is what I mean.
The copypasta classic Being Black Is Utterly Blackpilling gives us a preview of what is to come if we can't reject this D&C sex war psyop.
Can you imagine what it's like to be black, or to have blacks as your neighbors? The constant noise and tinny music, filth everywhere, constant disputes and screeching arguments. Everywhere you go there's some filthy, lanky creature loitering, listening to its music on max volume on its expensive cellphone, spitting, jaywalking, cursing, drinking, selling and doing drugs. Everywhere you look you can find this animal, on every street corner, waiting for its chance to commit some petty crime, or perhaps to permanently injure someone, or kill someone, its bleary, melanin-stained, red-rimmed eyes completely devoid of human compassion or empathy.
Imagine your local school: Once some flagship, state-of-the-art liberal project now devolved to total shit, subjected to the nightmare Midas touch of the black: everything they touch, every place they inhabit turns into a wasteland. The young liberal white optimists are long gone: the remaining black teachers are semiliterate, the admin staff are obese shaniquas with fake nails and gorilla glue hair, the other children all have foetal alcohol syndrome and are twerking, raping, and shooting each other in the schoolyard. There are no fathers, just sprawling rotating circuses of obese, brainless women and violent, brainless men.
Your children can't play in the street. You can't sleep at night. Your kids can't get an education. Nothing works right. Even the local cops are semi-retarded. Everyone is semi-retarded. Everyone is constantly angry. Everything is broken. You see shadows of what once was, of the way things should be, in the corner of your eye, but when you focus they disappear, replaced with the leering, thick-lipped monkey grimaces of your neighbors.
And then, on TV, on YouTube, you see images of other countries without blacks: Japan, Norway, Finland. You occasionally get glimpses of Vermont and Maine, or of beautiful little all-white communities nestled in the graceful hills of Montana. You see how even the degenerate hippies at Burning Man know how to put together proper sanitation and waste management. But then you rub your eyes and look around you: dilapidated bricks, graffitti, murals of negroes in garish colors, the dull thump and skrrrrt of rap in the distance. Wherever your evil race casts its shadow, civilization crumbles, and man stoops back to the Stone Ages. The Romans had aqueducts: your race crawls along the dirt, carrying buckets of water on their head for miles. Water drawn from wells dug by German and Italian philanthropists. If the whites and Asians look away for an instant, your people instantly devolve back to prehistory.
You realize that the other races have history and culture to be proud of. They have ancestry and tradition. You have nothing, a cargo cult cobbled together from scraps stolen from the master's table, stitched together with resentment and delusion.
The black is always the bottom of the class; the black neighborhood is the filthiest and most dangerous of the city; the black region is the poorest of the country; and black countries are the poorest and most violent on the planet. The pattern never varies. To be black is to fail. To be black is to be ignorant, violent, and poor. The exceptions exist only in fiction, glittering Wakandas imagined and drawn by your condescending betters.
And the women: hideous, braying baboons, since birth the absolute bottom of the aesthetic pecking order. At some point, they realize that they'll never be wanted, never be cherished, never be cared for. No man will look at them the way that men look at white and Asian girls. They'll never be delicate and graceful, never be truly happy, never be carefree. They see the cute, smart college girls, wearing well-fitting clothes and enjoying bright futures, pursuing their dreams and being pursued in turn. They look at their gaping pores and monkey-hands and frazzled hair and broad ape-noses, and they know in the pit of their stomach that there's a reason that their own men abandon them, there's a reason they get no swipes on tinder, there's a reason that black whores suck dick for crack while graceful, pretty white and Asian girls are courted by handsome, successful men.
In your rare moments of introspection and honest self-reflection, you realize that you never had anything resembling a chance. Your father, in the 25% of cases where he remained at your mother's side, was a good-for-nothing, violent imbecile. Your mother never read to you as a child; her main source of income was some kind of government welfare or menial government job (welfare by another name). You remember her long tirades on injustice, but don't remember her ever doing anything to make your life better, the way the parents of white and Asian kids do. You fail at everything you try, you get distracted, you lack discipline.
You suck air through your teeth. Why didn't your parents teach you these things as a child? All your mother taught you was how to be a victim, how to admire jewelry and shoes, how to lose your temper. You were taught to hate the police, but who suffers more from crime than the black man? Is it wise to always scowl and frown and insist that you 'stop snitchin' to protect your local child molester, your local pimp, your local drug dealer, your local murderer?
You think of the whites, your hated oppressor, and listen to the diatribes against the evil of the white man, and wonder how true it all is. To hear your fellow blacks tell it, there is no depravity the whites won't stoop to, no harm they won't visit on your people. And yet, all the pro-bono lawyers that help your kin are white, and all those Red Cross workers distributing mosquito nets and antimalarials in West Africa are white, and when George Floyd was killed the whites rallied around and gave his family $35 million. Every white you meet seems punctiliously almost masochistically kind. They deny any right to self-love or racial pride, even when you rub your racial tribalism in their face.
White children are always the sweetest, most hard-working, and most obedient in the class. White customers are the most polite and generous tippers. You know that in all-white neighborhoods nobody locks their doors, and there's virtually no violent crime. You hear that white police officers are out for blood, but when you see the violence and brutality of you neighborhood, you wonder if they aren't just defending themselves. Do they even kill blacks at higher rates than black cops do? Do they kill blacks at higher rates than black involvement in violence would predict? Nobody asks these questions, but you have a sense of the answer.
In your darkest moments, realize that your fellow blacks are your own worst enemy. The wickedness of the pale man pales in comparison to what blacks do to each other. The gentlest, most sincere efforts to help you have all been orchestrated by the whites. Blacks complain, and whites solve. Blacks die of thirst, and whites build aqueducts. You can't bear to think of why; you push the thought down into the recesses of your mind.
And the lies! Every aspect of black culture is suffused with complete, irredeemable bullshit. Wakanda is the perfect metaphor for black excellence: fake nonsense made by whites that never existed, and would be awful if it did. Kwanzaa, your own little Hannukah: complete bullshit. George Floyd, swindler, thug, and home invader, immortalized as a saint: Bullshit. All those hard rappers talking about the streets from the comfort of middle-class suburbs: bullshit. Oprah blathering about oppression while hobnobbing with royalty: Bullshit. The directors of BLM complaining about the system as they buy $2m houses in LA: Bullshit. Will Smith, the perfect chad, cucked by his wife live on TV: Bullshit. Jussy Smolett faking a KKK attack: Bullshit. Obama saying that Trayvon could have been his son, while his daughters are chauffeured around Harvard under armed guard: Bullshit. Bill Cosby, 'America's Dad', drug-raping women: it's all bullshit.
As a boy you went along with it, either because you didn't know better or because it was profitable to do so. You can milk the pity train, and it's a good way to make whites shut up and give you money. But as time goes on, the weight of the bullshit starts to crush your soul. Little wonder that rap music is obsessed with 'keeping it real'. Every single black person in your life is a constant, inveterate liar. Everywhere you look you see fake outrage, crocodile tears, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
Everybody knows why black schools fail, why blacks are targeted by the police, why black men are overrepresented in prisons. Everyone knows that black solidarity is a sick joke and that the black matrilineal family circus is a crimogenic nightmare. There isn't a single black that can't answer the question of why blacks fail, and yet you look around, and everyone is lying, pointing the finger at whitey. Everyone is pretending. Nobody keeps it real. It's all bullshit.
Nobody taught you work ethic. Nobody taught you humility. Nobody taught you love or compassion. You look down at your rotting body, your thick rolls of fat, your belabored breathing: why weren't you fed well? Your mother spent hours watching television and chatting on the phone. Couldn't she have made you proper food? Why do white and Asian parents do so much for their children, while your own black parents did so little? Why did your young Black Life not Matter to them, your kith and kin? Why aren't you deserving of love? You remember your mother's angry screams and constant, childish outbursts. You remember hiding from her. You remember the countless strange men in the house, the loud music, the beatings, the assaults. Little wonder, when you look in the mirror, that you see a scowl. Even black infants scowl. All blacks know and all they teach is anger and hate. You think of the carefree, pure laughter of little white and Asian children. You've never experienced that. You never will.
And other secrets, unspoken but known by all blacks, doctors in black areas, and social workers: The incredible rates of fetal alcohol syndrome, of raped infants, of child beatings, of abandonment, of starvation. Everybody knows, but nobody speaks of these ills, carved into the flesh of the black by the black himself.
You never had a chance. God never gave you a chance. You wonder, at times, if there isn't some truth to the Curse of Ham. Why did God afflict you with this evil, dark flesh? Why does everything you touch turn to dust?
Being black is absolutely and utterly blackpilling.
Imagine your local school: Once some flagship, state-of-the-art liberal project now devolved to total shit, subjected to the nightmare Midas touch of the black: everything they touch, every place they inhabit turns into a wasteland. The young liberal white optimists are long gone: the remaining black teachers are semiliterate, the admin staff are obese shaniquas with fake nails and gorilla glue hair, the other children all have foetal alcohol syndrome and are twerking, raping, and shooting each other in the schoolyard. There are no fathers, just sprawling rotating circuses of obese, brainless women and violent, brainless men.
Your children can't play in the street. You can't sleep at night. Your kids can't get an education. Nothing works right. Even the local cops are semi-retarded. Everyone is semi-retarded. Everyone is constantly angry. Everything is broken. You see shadows of what once was, of the way things should be, in the corner of your eye, but when you focus they disappear, replaced with the leering, thick-lipped monkey grimaces of your neighbors.
And then, on TV, on YouTube, you see images of other countries without blacks: Japan, Norway, Finland. You occasionally get glimpses of Vermont and Maine, or of beautiful little all-white communities nestled in the graceful hills of Montana. You see how even the degenerate hippies at Burning Man know how to put together proper sanitation and waste management. But then you rub your eyes and look around you: dilapidated bricks, graffitti, murals of negroes in garish colors, the dull thump and skrrrrt of rap in the distance. Wherever your evil race casts its shadow, civilization crumbles, and man stoops back to the Stone Ages. The Romans had aqueducts: your race crawls along the dirt, carrying buckets of water on their head for miles. Water drawn from wells dug by German and Italian philanthropists. If the whites and Asians look away for an instant, your people instantly devolve back to prehistory.
You realize that the other races have history and culture to be proud of. They have ancestry and tradition. You have nothing, a cargo cult cobbled together from scraps stolen from the master's table, stitched together with resentment and delusion.
The black is always the bottom of the class; the black neighborhood is the filthiest and most dangerous of the city; the black region is the poorest of the country; and black countries are the poorest and most violent on the planet. The pattern never varies. To be black is to fail. To be black is to be ignorant, violent, and poor. The exceptions exist only in fiction, glittering Wakandas imagined and drawn by your condescending betters.
And the women: hideous, braying baboons, since birth the absolute bottom of the aesthetic pecking order. At some point, they realize that they'll never be wanted, never be cherished, never be cared for. No man will look at them the way that men look at white and Asian girls. They'll never be delicate and graceful, never be truly happy, never be carefree. They see the cute, smart college girls, wearing well-fitting clothes and enjoying bright futures, pursuing their dreams and being pursued in turn. They look at their gaping pores and monkey-hands and frazzled hair and broad ape-noses, and they know in the pit of their stomach that there's a reason that their own men abandon them, there's a reason they get no swipes on tinder, there's a reason that black whores suck dick for crack while graceful, pretty white and Asian girls are courted by handsome, successful men.
In your rare moments of introspection and honest self-reflection, you realize that you never had anything resembling a chance. Your father, in the 25% of cases where he remained at your mother's side, was a good-for-nothing, violent imbecile. Your mother never read to you as a child; her main source of income was some kind of government welfare or menial government job (welfare by another name). You remember her long tirades on injustice, but don't remember her ever doing anything to make your life better, the way the parents of white and Asian kids do. You fail at everything you try, you get distracted, you lack discipline.
You suck air through your teeth. Why didn't your parents teach you these things as a child? All your mother taught you was how to be a victim, how to admire jewelry and shoes, how to lose your temper. You were taught to hate the police, but who suffers more from crime than the black man? Is it wise to always scowl and frown and insist that you 'stop snitchin' to protect your local child molester, your local pimp, your local drug dealer, your local murderer?
You think of the whites, your hated oppressor, and listen to the diatribes against the evil of the white man, and wonder how true it all is. To hear your fellow blacks tell it, there is no depravity the whites won't stoop to, no harm they won't visit on your people. And yet, all the pro-bono lawyers that help your kin are white, and all those Red Cross workers distributing mosquito nets and antimalarials in West Africa are white, and when George Floyd was killed the whites rallied around and gave his family $35 million. Every white you meet seems punctiliously almost masochistically kind. They deny any right to self-love or racial pride, even when you rub your racial tribalism in their face.
White children are always the sweetest, most hard-working, and most obedient in the class. White customers are the most polite and generous tippers. You know that in all-white neighborhoods nobody locks their doors, and there's virtually no violent crime. You hear that white police officers are out for blood, but when you see the violence and brutality of you neighborhood, you wonder if they aren't just defending themselves. Do they even kill blacks at higher rates than black cops do? Do they kill blacks at higher rates than black involvement in violence would predict? Nobody asks these questions, but you have a sense of the answer.
In your darkest moments, realize that your fellow blacks are your own worst enemy. The wickedness of the pale man pales in comparison to what blacks do to each other. The gentlest, most sincere efforts to help you have all been orchestrated by the whites. Blacks complain, and whites solve. Blacks die of thirst, and whites build aqueducts. You can't bear to think of why; you push the thought down into the recesses of your mind.
And the lies! Every aspect of black culture is suffused with complete, irredeemable bullshit. Wakanda is the perfect metaphor for black excellence: fake nonsense made by whites that never existed, and would be awful if it did. Kwanzaa, your own little Hannukah: complete bullshit. George Floyd, swindler, thug, and home invader, immortalized as a saint: Bullshit. All those hard rappers talking about the streets from the comfort of middle-class suburbs: bullshit. Oprah blathering about oppression while hobnobbing with royalty: Bullshit. The directors of BLM complaining about the system as they buy $2m houses in LA: Bullshit. Will Smith, the perfect chad, cucked by his wife live on TV: Bullshit. Jussy Smolett faking a KKK attack: Bullshit. Obama saying that Trayvon could have been his son, while his daughters are chauffeured around Harvard under armed guard: Bullshit. Bill Cosby, 'America's Dad', drug-raping women: it's all bullshit.
As a boy you went along with it, either because you didn't know better or because it was profitable to do so. You can milk the pity train, and it's a good way to make whites shut up and give you money. But as time goes on, the weight of the bullshit starts to crush your soul. Little wonder that rap music is obsessed with 'keeping it real'. Every single black person in your life is a constant, inveterate liar. Everywhere you look you see fake outrage, crocodile tears, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
Everybody knows why black schools fail, why blacks are targeted by the police, why black men are overrepresented in prisons. Everyone knows that black solidarity is a sick joke and that the black matrilineal family circus is a crimogenic nightmare. There isn't a single black that can't answer the question of why blacks fail, and yet you look around, and everyone is lying, pointing the finger at whitey. Everyone is pretending. Nobody keeps it real. It's all bullshit.
Nobody taught you work ethic. Nobody taught you humility. Nobody taught you love or compassion. You look down at your rotting body, your thick rolls of fat, your belabored breathing: why weren't you fed well? Your mother spent hours watching television and chatting on the phone. Couldn't she have made you proper food? Why do white and Asian parents do so much for their children, while your own black parents did so little? Why did your young Black Life not Matter to them, your kith and kin? Why aren't you deserving of love? You remember your mother's angry screams and constant, childish outbursts. You remember hiding from her. You remember the countless strange men in the house, the loud music, the beatings, the assaults. Little wonder, when you look in the mirror, that you see a scowl. Even black infants scowl. All blacks know and all they teach is anger and hate. You think of the carefree, pure laughter of little white and Asian children. You've never experienced that. You never will.
And other secrets, unspoken but known by all blacks, doctors in black areas, and social workers: The incredible rates of fetal alcohol syndrome, of raped infants, of child beatings, of abandonment, of starvation. Everybody knows, but nobody speaks of these ills, carved into the flesh of the black by the black himself.
You never had a chance. God never gave you a chance. You wonder, at times, if there isn't some truth to the Curse of Ham. Why did God afflict you with this evil, dark flesh? Why does everything you touch turn to dust?
Being black is absolutely and utterly blackpilling.
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Battle of the foreheads
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I got bored after a fat nigger recreated an angry ape without enough on their ebt to pay for their pop tarts....So five seconds.
Just to refute the ape: No charges were ever filed against Donald Trump for failing to rent to blacks. Trump's ad never mentioned the Central Park Five .
Enjoy the Type II ape.
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Oh my god my piss.
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Trump never mocked Serge Kovaleski in a personal way, like mocking his disability, he just did a general mocking voice and mannerisms that he did when mocking numerous other people during the campaign.
They're getting insanely desperate and really scrapping the bottom of the barrel for every vote they can get. Plus "Democrats" really don't get democracy, do they? You're supposed to vote for what you want, not how you're told to vote. If Kamala wants Jill Stein's voter's votes then she needs to offer whatever it is that Jill Stein is offering so that they'll vote for her instead. She could start putting things into motion in government right now. But instead it's just "Vote for me otherwise you'll get Trump." That would only be compelling if Trump was a genuine threat. Norm Macdonald has a message for Democrats from beyond the grave:
That just made me think of this:
In VR on Meta Quest 3.
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There'll be no more democracy if that happens. Not necessarily in a full blown civil war. It'll just be over. That'll be two consecutive times the will of the republic has been so blatantly spit on. From then on, it'd be easier to ask why they don't rig elections than why do. People arguably even worse than what we already have will take notice and partake in politics. They nearly had a presidential candidate assassinated in the most obvious politically motivated and sponsored attempt in our entire history. We're going to be North Mexico in more ways than one.
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The problem with your side is that you assume integrity to the point of blind optimism, near mental retardation. Where does your faith come from to even assume media corporations would be on trial? You're funny as Hell. I can see why Null hates A&N.
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North Mexico...shit. I've never seen our predicament so succinctly put.
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