You know, on one hand, Americans have decided that being an “economic inmigrant” is akin to being the love child of Brutus and Benedict Arnold. Apparently “I want my children to have a better life” must be purely ideological, and those who inmigrate for this reason must be able to live on nothing but air without taking American jobs (which are American by virtue of being in the US, not of requiring American citizenship/nationality, being linked to American national security or any of that).
And on the other, when someone runs yelling “heeeeeeelp! These bad hombres want to kill me, rape my children, throw our corpses to the dogs!”, then it’s “we don’t want people from shithole countries!”
It makes perfect sense, of course, but only if you’re the kind of person who’s convinced that anybody else will be a more desirable employee and citizen than you are.
(I hate having to explain a joke. It makes me question whether I was the one who missed the point.)
Railer13 cited a dubious source in post #5090 to offer what I saw as sarcastic “support” for magellan01’s insinuation that Soros is funding the caravan.
Rick Kitchen responded in post #5093 with a well-sourced attack on the source’s pedigree, implying both that the source is unreliable and that he thought Railer13 was seriously supporting magellan01’s insinuation.
Edd “Kookie” Byrnes started out as the valet parking guy at Dino’s, the club/restaurant next door to 77 Sunset Strip where private detectives Stuart Bailey (Efrem Zimbalist, Jr.) and Jeff Spencer (Roger Smith, who’s married to Ann-Margret) operated. Over the years of the series (1958-1964) Kookie helped out with cases and eventually morphed into a detective himself.
Kookie was a heartthrob (though he never did anything for me-- I was besotted with Zimbalist) and his hair was a big thing. The catchphrase associated with him (I think it was even a song at one point) was “Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb.”
I realize the Trump administration is calling this an invasion and you’re just doing your part by going into a panic. But this is no big deal. We’re talking seven thousand people. There are Walmarts that face bigger crowds on Black Friday. Is Trump going to deploy troops to them as well?
It seems to be the root for a lot of protectionist discrimination. Some of it has an -ism name, such as those of my college teachers who still pouted at having “girls” in class (hint: they weren’t exactly the best ones, either as teachers or as anything else). Others don’t, such as translators who insist that “it is only possible to perform a correct translation into your native language” despite what little evidence there is showing this is not the case (funny how you never find someone whose native language(s) are relatively minoritary saying this; they may say that you need to be truly-fluent as opposed to classroom-fluent but this actually happens to be true).
When you know you’re top of the class you don’t fear competition; you’re even liable to welcome having someone with whom you don’t need to slow down. But when you’re at the very bottom, anybody is a threat.
Trump has whipped up a lot of the right-wing militia types into a fear-driven hysteria so we need the real military to protect legitimate troops and their gear from the crazies. Talk about self-fulfilling prophecy.
“from the papers [ the official deployment orders ], the military is preparing to defend against “an estimated 200 unregulated armed militia members currently operating along the Southwest Border”.
Actually, it depends on one’s definition of good. If yours allows for you to be:
a liar
someone who is wholly ignorant of even the most rudimentary aspects of debate basics
rock-dumb
someone who thinks that the way to support what you claimed Person A said is to cite quotes from people OTHER THAN Person A
a dolt who cannot grasp the difference between a criticism of a person and a criticism of a position a person might hold
someone who, when confronted with proof of his dumbfuckness and dishonesty, doesn’t man up to it, or even go scurrying away to hide in embarrassment, but instead doubles down on it and makes additional totally untrue claims about what Person A has said. And then sauces up his idiocy by going into a Kreskin routine claiming to know what Person A thinks.
someone who, when boxed in by the facts of his own stupidity, chooses to not address his delusional rantings, but instead launches into some babblings of the dime-store Freud at the Keyboard variety.
So if your definition of “I’m good” allows for all that, then you’re the fucking King of Good.
Look, dummy. Maybe you should spend more time trying to grasp the points in Post #199 of the Tucker Carlson thread and attempt to defend your dishonesty and dumbfuckness (or at least learn from it) and less time typing what you think that little bird outside your window is directing you to write. Because at this point, a bird taking over your brain theory seems like your most forgiving scenario.
It’s called responding to a post you wrote, dum-dum. You’re really don’t know how debate or a debate board works, do you. Yet, tilt ahead, you will.
Still waiting for you to attempt to defend your lies, dishonesty and stupidity in Post #199 in the Tucker Carlson thread, dummy. No need to add to your trove of bird-brain induced gibberish.
Look, I am sorry, you seem to be getting really worked up. I am not entirely sure if it is real outrage or trolling behavior, but you should really be careful. For the former, you may stroke out, and if the latter, you sound like you are about to rip your dick off.