Well, Chuck Norris promised a Thousand Years of Darkness if I voted for Obama.
Well, we did a get a Trump Administration. It sure felt like a Thousand Years.
No really, he did.
This is exactly the case, and this is exactly how good con-artists find their marks. Honest people are averse to bullshit; they stay away from what they don’t understand. You want to find the ones who think they’re wise-guys.
People will believe anything if they think they’re a step ahead of everybody else. This is how Fox does it. They nitpick other media sources for errors, then overemphasize them to the listening audience. Look how sharp you are! You’re an eagle-eyed news critic from Fox News University! Nobody will ever trick you again!
Now, a smart guy like you knows a quality pillow when he sees one, amirite? And what better to buy it with than some commemorative gold coins? You know gold is just going up and up.
Per the “Long Con” article shared by @Ann_Hedonia recently, conservative media channels have been a honeypot for bullshit scam marketing for years and years, not just gold-based schemes but get-rich-quick opportunities and snake-oil cures and all the rest.
There’s probably a wheelbarrow-load of doctoral theses to be written about why right-wingers are so gullible about and susceptible to pitches that flatter their existing biases.
True. We may have to do a Special Edition collection, she’s been on fire.
You can always find an argument as to why the predicted rapture will be delayed for two weeks.
I’ll join the pile-on. In the last week or so @Ann_Hedonia went from a face in the crowd who I didn’t have much of a problem with to my favourite poster.
Well, I was promised that if I voted for Hillary Clinton, there would be a taco truck on every corner. I voted for her but my corner is still empty of food trucks. Just another unfulfilled promise by the former president.
If there truly was such a conspiracy, rather than using torture, the best way to get Q to change his tune would be to give him a taste of that sweet tender Satanically ritualized baby flesh.
That’s the best kind.
Yes! I’m still pissed about this one - I want my tacos, dammit!
What are the comments about taco trucks about, please?
I’m sure someone will be along with more details, but an MSNBC host back in 2016 had a Trump loyalist on the show, who warned that if Clinton was elected there’d be “a taco truck on every corner.”
As if that were a bad thing.
My favorite is that one of the terrorists who died during the attack in the Capitol was trampled do death while carrying a Don’t Tread on Me Flag.
Followed closely by the one who died of a heart attack after tasering himself in the balls.
Is that confirmed? I’ve seen it floating around on the inter webs, but not in a news source.
Sadly, after checking it turns out Snopes has found it to be false.
The woman who died from being trod on is true, however.
On this case I fear Snopes is wrong. We should use the famous axiom,
Suppose there exist two explanations for an occurrence. In this case the one that requires the stupidest course of action is usually the correct explanation.
Also known as Occam’s Taser.
A federal judge has denied Parler’s request for a court order blocking Amazon from kicking the social media app off its platform. For some reason I thought they were trying to get onto Epic, or whatever that Russian-based platform is?
Yep, I eventually learned how to make my own damn taco truck style tacos after getting sick of waiting. I’m not half bad now, and sometimes think I’d like to start my own taco truck. Thanks, Trump.
No, really. I don’t know if I’m mad about this or not. There actually was a merely OK taco truck at the bottom of the hill for a few weeks in 2017 (only shredded chicken, but good chicken), and we got a local taqueria recently across the street from where the truck would park that’s really good. But dammit, I wanted the promised trucks. In the interim, I learned a lot. Now when I go buy tacos, I feel like I’m being a lazy consumer, and know that the mother of my childhood friend would probably disapprove of my level of thriftiness and the quality of my tortillas. Compound it with the fact that I probably wouldn’t have gotten much better than I was in 2018 without him horribly mishandling covid. That asshole.
Actual schadenfreude and not my gluttonous consumerism disguised as political outrage? Oh, my pleasure that the shitty stupid TV idiot that I’ve had a general dislike for since the late 80’s now spends the rest of his days continually explaining to himself and to anyone who brings it up why he isn’t both fired and a loser despite him becoming president and torturing me for his one term will never know its maximum. Hopefully the fucker will actually know shame proportional to my pleasure before he dies. I doubt he’ll even approach it. Anything else once he does is gravy to my selfish ass.
But then again, I remember that I’m a selfish ass. And in the last four years, he hurt folks who didn’t have anything to do with using him to inflate their own pocketbooks (or vice versa). Quite a few folks were hurt outside of that equation. Some were completely innocent of pretty much goddamn anything. Hell, there are parents and children who may never be reunited just because he was incredibly stupid and cruel and appointed people like himself when his split pea brain could recognize it. In the end, he even got a few of his supporters killed. Their greatest sin seems to have been that they were fools who put their trust in he who is certainly the king of fools, at least as far as members of the POTUS club goes.
If that ain’t enough to make your measure of a reasonable amount of schadenfreude so close to infinite to make it indiscernible, I don’t know what is. I’m kind of notable among my friends of lacking shame, but if he was shot and killed because he believed nonsense spouted by someone else, that’d be close to invoking enough pleasure to cause me to feel some shame.
Woof, on preview, that’s a drinky rant. I’ll let it stand, but I’ll stop before it becomes even more incoherent, or maybe a novel.
TL;DR: My pleasure at Trump’s misfortune outweighs my sense of shame by far at the current date. Let me know when he has been gunned down doing something stupid (or dies doing something noble, but you’d better have a good damn cite), and I’ll let you know how I feel. The fates of some of his lesser enablers? Less so, but it’s still a pretty high bar.