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Why is it incumbent on the GOP and not the Dems to form "another alternative party"? Unless I've misunderstood what you're driving at.
Winner winner chicken dinner - Trump scores the coveted David Duke endorsement! If the Donald bails on the GOP, he and the David can be running mates on the Douchebag ticket.
The more I see of Fiorina, the more I like here. I thought she mopped the floor with all the other contenders at the debate.
I'm presently leaning towards Scott Walker, but I might be persuaded to switch to Ted Cruz. Especially if he continues to rip new orifices into spineless Republican whores. Too bad there's no one on the other side with the sand to perform the same operation on their opposite numbers in the Democrat party.
One wonders where Trump's passion over border security was when Governor Brewer was the lone voice in the wilderness, standing alone against Obama's open border policy. One wonders why he is suddenly against Obamacare when he was previously a single payer champion. And why he is suddenly reluctant to talk about the largest tax hike in history, which he proposed in 1999.
Trump doesn't speak from conviction. He's a blowhard who will say anything as long as it gets him some ink and lines his pockets. Since we don't really know what his convictions are, we have no idea what he'd do if the fit hits the shan. He's the ultimate 'wet finger in the air' windbag who needs to stick to his rich boy celebrity routine and leave the heavy lifting to the grownups.
What Happens After You Eat Organic, Locally Sourced Produce
First 10 Minutes:
You are infused with a sense of smug satisfaction. You have made a healthier choice than the rest of the braying donkeys with their feed bags, and you are a better person.
Self-righteousness invades the left half of your brain, compromising logic and common sense. “This organic gift from Gaia was grown without pesticides” you announce; while simultaneously ignoring that “organic”≠“pesticide free.” Uber-toxic pyrethrins, rotenone, & copper sulfate are all approved organic pesticides.
The smug migrates into your hippocampus, the part of your brain critical for rational thought. “HuffPo & Michelle Obama say don't eat something you can't pronounce,” you think. Except that many nutritious plants contain hard to pronounce isocathiocyanate, neochlorogenic acid, and oodles of other carcinogens given us from the bosom of Mother Nature.
Sanctimony moves into your pre-frontal cortex, where it supplants common sense. “Thank the Spirit Wind this isn't GMO!” Nevermind that every reputable scientific body has found GMOs to be safe. Plus, now you realize that 9-11 was an inside job and the moon landing was faked.
The deterioration of your pre frontal lobe incites you to mount your soapbox and make Tourette-like proclamations along the lines of “this produce is locally sourced and keeps the evils of food mileage from molesting the environment!” Your critical thinking skills are sufficiently degraded that you are enraged by the studies indicating how locally grown food is often more wasteful and emits more pollutants than shipping food from where it is produced more efficiently.
Your breast swells with pride because you're a free thinking conformist like all your friends who believe the same things you do. You launch a crusade to force wrong-thinkers to eat organic too so they can be individualists just like you; pausing only to abase yourself before Gaia.
In Zimbabwe, We Don’t Cry for Lions
Crybaby Kimmel and the quarter million morons who've signed the petition to extradite the dentist desperately need to get wailed on with a clue by four.
One wonders if there will be any self righteous protesting over the slaughter of the baby elephant that Zimbabwe's President chowed down on at his birthday feast this spring. Of course not. That, incidentally, is a personal guarantee upon which I will wager an entire year's pay.
By the way: the African lion appears on no one's endangered species list. Which makes Ms. Young either ignorant, or a liar.
In the NYT, of all places: In Zimbabwe, We Don’t Cry for Lions
Hiring a firm. Seriously? Have these clowns ever heard of the internet?
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