Thinking about the uproar from [people] who believe it's wrong to remove objects of the confederacy has me wondering if they realize they're acting more entitled and like (as they're so fond of calling others) "snowflakes" than any group of people in this country. Their ancestors lost that war, and they've spent the last 150 years demanding their consolation prizes. They demand parades, museums, holidays, and memorials to glorify their past divisiveness and continue to carry pride for it out of sheer ignorance. Of all the wars fought amongst a country's own people can anyone recall the losing side not being utterly purged? Do these "snowflake" confederacy lovers not understand their beloved slavery-based bullshit should have been completely eradicated? Sherman should have been given free reign to reduce every sympathizer state to ash, but he wasn't. He was recalled, and the stupidity was allowed to endure. How nice it must be to have that luxury. Do these confederacy-hailing jackwagons think for a second the people rebelling against Assad for rights far more legitimate than owing slaves will get to cry and scream they deserve to have their standards flown or have memorials made to remember their heroes? Those rebels will have no chance because they will be hunted until there are none left. Just like what Sherman should have been allowed to do. There are no consolation prizes for losing a war, you entitled crybabies. Whine all you want about having your statues taken down in Louisiana and your battle standards removed from public buildings. You should feel lucky you're even allowed to exist. There should be no pride in having relations to someone who tried to destroy this country. The only thing left should be shame. Shame for dividing our country and still more for believing in some fictional god-given right to own another human. You sympathizers and glorifiers are the absolute least American of all our people.
Raised off-the-grid in the remote Oregon wilderness, artist Gypsie Raliegh takes inspiration from anxiety, death, and heartbreak and combines darkness with whimsy in her comics to explore loneliness as a way of life. Source
I wish I could get amnesia, disappear, and end up somewhere no one knows me.
Still not sure what to do with these Amazon gift cards I got for my birthday. Nice gloves for the winter, or Miyazaki movies? Hardest decision ever.
Depression is a war.
New Year's resolutions for attempting to get back into the dating thing after three years: 1. Get better judgement. ----NOPE---- 2. Stop hating everyone who lives in this part of the country. ----NOPE---- 3. Figure out how to interact with women again. ----NOPE---- Like Casey swinging for the fences here. Addendum: 4. Stop being ugly. ----NOPE---- Well, this year isn't working already.
Why can't my sleep problems lead to this?
The sandwich community must have been outraged.
The only thing you should be worried about is this question I'm about to ask you: Who wants a taco?
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