The plan of Marxist leaders: 1. Ensure that schools do not properly teach economics. 2. Create envy in the minds of economically illiterate citizens by asserting that there is a limited pie of national wealth and some people have too much of that pie. 3. Appoint themselves as the arbiters of wealth distribution and rely on the envy of the economically illiterate masses to achieve power. 4. Use that power to ensure that everyone is equally poor, except them of course because they deserve disproportionate wealth because of all the "responsibility" they shoulder. 5. Build that party dacha on the Volga River and eat caviar. 6. Profit. _________________________ With respect to @elonmusk they are somewhere between steps #2 and #3.

I'm concerned this has happened 23 times...

This is what considers itself an elite, and calls you a prole The "real right" is going to be resurrected by a balding twink with delusions of grandeur Fuck off.

Rally to the flag.

America forever

Then take a fucking hike, Bob.

You laugh but this has been a British person's entire weekly rations since 1940.

Accurate

That isnt food

RT @MostlyPeaceful: Trump bringing out Maduro in between rounds

Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named. The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river. The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn. Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound. "Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever. It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin. "Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet. In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair. And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge. You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain. The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste. I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind. Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again. "Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up. Discipline is a journey.

APOLOGIZE I WAS RIGHT

My IG feed has been taken over by enraged and butthurt Turks Make It Stop

This 'journalist' was willing to betray his country for only $100k and a few trips to China. 1. We have to assume there are many more like him out there. 2. This is why Chinese officials always invite critics to China. So they can bribe or blackmail them during their visit.

The A's just let one of the worst teams in baseball hang 23 FUCKING RUNS ON THEM

But you can never unsuck Eric Swalwells dick…

Holy shit this treasonous bitch is still shilling merch

51st state by 2050 hoe

There is now a well-replicated body of evidence that mental illness symptomatology tracks with young progressive liberals in particular.