@spaghettiwestern@sh.itjust.works
2026-10-03 14:52 UTC
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@spaghettiwestern@sh.itjust.works 2026-10-03 15:12
But it shows [Talarico’s] lead is much tighter among likely voters, 51–49. It’s time to face the facts: Republicans want child rapists and criminals running the country.
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@Burn_The_Right@lemmy.today 2026-10-04 05:06
The only reason conservatives are pouting is because of gas prices. They support absolutely every other thing Trump has done. Every. Single. Thing.
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@Akasazh@lemmy.world 2026-10-04 00:30
I know very little about American politics, but I know fucking with gas prices is almost like the unforgivable sin
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@YragNitram1956@feddit.uk 2026-10-16 07:53
‘The most uneducated buffoon in history stands at a podium, bloated with self-importance, lips pursed like a carnival barker ready to sell turd milk to the unsuspecting. He grins a grotesque smirk stretched across his face as he scrawls his name onto a hollow decree, a sham celebration of the dismantling of knowledge itself. The Department of Education falls, not with a bang, but with wheezing verbs, suffocated under the weight of his own staggering ignorance. Surrounding him are the usual suspects: cowards in expensive suits, servile sycophants clapping like trained seals, and racist opportunistic ghouls picking clean the bones of democracy. Liars, fools, and thieves all parasites fattening themselves on the hardships of the many. They stand in rigid formation, dead-eyed and soulless, their allegiance sworn not to country, not to principle, but to power, and the dark, festering rot that clings to it. And there he is the convicted wrong, the living embodiment of septic tank spew, his voice a noxious fog of grift and grievance. He lectures the world on right and wrong, irony clawing at the walls, desperate to escape the grotesque theatre of his moral void. The stomach turns, the air curdles, and for a moment, history itself recoils watching, in horror, as the great American experiment teeters on the precipice, led by a man who couldn’t spell “precipice” if his life depended on it.’