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Late night revelation

I just figured out why Republicans are anti-abortion, but don't care about infants after they're born.

Because babies don't have money.

I know that people like it when others agree with their opinions etc, but I don't think it's fair to assume that young people will be "shocked" to find that other people might have opposing views to them

young people are actually a lot tougher that what old people give them credit for

I'm starting to think, that it matters not one iota that I haven't got a clue what's going on in the world

I just like watching telly

The more they say they're gonna make things better; the more worse things get

So I'm thinking they need to stop telling us things

A dull moment would be nice

It's time to draft AIPAC.

If Americans are going to die needlessly on Israel's behalf, it should start with the ones who advocated for the war in the first place. Let them put their boots on the ground first.

This is what happens when the leaders of the labour party are just masquerading as labour...the back benchers who are actually Labour will vote against the leaders

It's just embarrassing

The poor cried, "We are exposed to the elements. There are no homes for us to live within."

The rich man said, "Not my problem you can't find shelter," as if he and his equity firms did not manipulate markets and buy up affordable homes as an investment.

The poor cried, “We are starving. There is no more bread, and we have nothing to eat.”

The rich man said, “Not my problem you don’t work for your bread,” as if he did not snatch the grain by his own greedy hands and create stuff food in his overflowing mouth.

The poor cried, “We are dying. There is no more medicine, and we are ill.”

The rich man said, “Not my problem you don’t take care of yourselves,” as if he did not buy all the medicine and raise prices so high the gods themselves would not be able to reach.

Then the poor stopped crying, and the rich man was satisfied…Until they came knocking at his door one night; their faces were sunken, their flesh decaying, their eyes sightless.

They were monsters of the rich man’s own making, and as they devoured his flesh, the rich man cried, “Please, spare me!”

Then the ravenous laughed, “Not our problem you fattened yourself for slaughter.”

^....And then the ravonous treat themselves with desserts for giving the rich man his "just desserts".

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If America is your friend, you don't need an enemy.