Has any lost lib ever shown up here an actually made an argument? Y’all just show up and are like “wow you said a thing I disagree with so you must all be CRAZY!” and then complain that we’re “uncivil” when we respond with
Bullshit dude, bullshit. I once ate a tray of 24 assorted muffins: blueberry, lemon poppy-seed, cranberry apple, banana nut, even bran. Large muffins too, like you’d buy at the bakery, not grocery store mini-muffins. I ate the first five or six out of hunger, and the next dozen I can only attribute to gluttony, but the last half dozen were devoured by determination alone. A part of me wanted to stop— I was full, the muffins had become repulsive, and there was a disconcerting pressure in my chest. The other, stronger part of me knew that if I gave up on that muffin platter I would admit limitation. A limited man can rationalize his every weakness, turn away from every challenge, live his life within the narrow confines of comfort; that’s not how I live my life. But I digress. It took six days for my bowels to move, and when they did I shat a monolithic muffin block so wide it could not be flushed, so dense it would not dissolve with repeated flushing, and so heavy it took two hands to lift. The measure of anxiety, pain, pride and love is indescribable, so don’t tell me I don’t understand childbirth.
What’s the point of just insulting, rather than actually addressing claims? Nobody here seems to agree with you, do you just get personal satisfaction?
Has any lost lib ever shown up here an actually made an argument? Y’all just show up and are like “wow you said a thing I disagree with so you must all be CRAZY!” and then complain that we’re “uncivil” when we respond with
Nobody besides your government owes you an education, and even then they try not to. Thus, people like you.
Yes it’s very clear the only education you’ve ever received is from your government.
Bullshit dude, bullshit. I once ate a tray of 24 assorted muffins: blueberry, lemon poppy-seed, cranberry apple, banana nut, even bran. Large muffins too, like you’d buy at the bakery, not grocery store mini-muffins. I ate the first five or six out of hunger, and the next dozen I can only attribute to gluttony, but the last half dozen were devoured by determination alone. A part of me wanted to stop— I was full, the muffins had become repulsive, and there was a disconcerting pressure in my chest. The other, stronger part of me knew that if I gave up on that muffin platter I would admit limitation. A limited man can rationalize his every weakness, turn away from every challenge, live his life within the narrow confines of comfort; that’s not how I live my life. But I digress. It took six days for my bowels to move, and when they did I shat a monolithic muffin block so wide it could not be flushed, so dense it would not dissolve with repeated flushing, and so heavy it took two hands to lift. The measure of anxiety, pain, pride and love is indescribable, so don’t tell me I don’t understand childbirth.
New tagline?
No argument? I’m going to vote for Trump now until you give us an answer
What’s the point of just insulting, rather than actually addressing claims? Nobody here seems to agree with you, do you just get personal satisfaction?
Why not actually address the points?