BoMac
Self-righteous bullshitter
Woooooooooo!
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Perhaps you missed the joke.
Could be cause its not halftime of The Grey Cup.
I felt much more nervous last week.
Today I'm...not exactly calm, but I'm feeling more hopeful, at least. I think mainly right now I'm still trying to accept the fact that Election Day is actually, at long last, finally here more than anything else .
I felt much more nervous last week.
Today I'm...not exactly calm, but I'm feeling more hopeful, at least. I think mainly right now I'm still trying to accept the fact that Election Day is actually, at long last, finally here more than anything else .
We all know Kanye West is winning in 2020.
And then the campaign for 2020 starts tomorrow...
Same, with the nerves last week. I'm pretty okay now, though. She's got this.
Drake vs Kanye will be the event of the century
Won't be Drake, he's Canadian. Kanye vs Beyoncé.
Taylor says hi.
Trump clearly setting the stage not to concede later tonight (if he loses).
Why do you say that?
The (failed) lawsuit in Nevada. The two or three times he was asked today whether he would concede and say "we'll see about it later". Him going on Fox to complain about rampant voter fraud and Republican votes being turned into votes for Democrats. Pick one.
Is there actually a news channel in the works?
A photo tweeted by Washington Post video journalist Jorge Ribas shows a spot saved for a "Trump TV" camera at the New York Hilton Midtown, where Trump is holding his election night party, suggesting it may be providing live coverage of the event.
Is there actually a news channel in the works?
What's the best site to see exit polling etc on? Or can that only be reported once polls have closed?
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Billy Bush too.after being fired for sexual harassment (and getting a whopping severance package), Roger Ailes needs something to do.
By any civil criteria, the first day of Trump’s campaign should have been disqualifying. His slander of immigrants as rapists and murderers should have immediately taken him out of contention for the Republican nomination, if only because he’d just jettisoned an entire potential demographic. But even that sets the critical moment too late. Years of unapologetic birtherism should have made his candidacy unviable before he glided down the Trump Tower escalator.
None of this stood out, however, among the Republican primary field. The exact people who should have encircled Trump and put him down had already been profiting for years by fostering a climate of nativism and opportunistically othering Barack Obama. To have declared Trump anathema would have disqualified the entire field of dimwitted mountebanks who had either blown the same tunes on a dog whistle themselves or already hugged, endorsed and tongue-bathed any number of more overtly malicious thugs in their midst. Besides, that stuff works.
This was the only fun part of the campaign—watching career predators tangled up and then hacked down on the same ground on which they’d seeded a dozen different prejudices for over a generation. By the time they realized they had both supplied and sanctified every odious weapon in Trump’s arsenal, it was too late. They could not turn to the media for rescue, because they had delegitimized the entirety of the mainstream media in their followers’ eyes, while praising and cultivating conservative pseudo-media reaffirming everything their voters wanted to believe.
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Arrayed against all of the above were Hillary Clinton and the sex-positive and diversity-promoting Democratic oligarchy. They wanted Trump for an opponent the first moment it seemed possible, and it’s not hard to see why. Trump obviated the need for anything beyond his opposite.
Trump means never having to say you’re sorry for Libya or Iraq. Trump keeps you from parsing how an unlivable $12/hour wage is any less unjust than the current unlivable minimum. Trump allows you to sidestep potentially ratfucking Bernie Sanders after using pet incompetent Debbie Wasserman Schultz to schedule every debate at 3:20 a.m. on Leap Day at the same time as a mandatory civil-defense drill. Trump only cares that your Goldman Sachs speeches were secret and not that they were anything other than a denunciation. Trump doesn’t know what the words “carceral state” mean, and is too busy trying to expand it to ask why you helped build so much of it. Trump never leans over from the debate podium and asks you how it is that you’re the Democratic Party nominee and only started supporting marriage equality the day before yesterday.
Trump is the truest, purest dream for a party that spent the last decade and change borrowing its healthcare ideas from the Heritage Foundation and only got dragged back to a grudging recognition of its own history by a 70-year-old socialist. He is the perfect answer because none other is needed.
Beneath the aegis of every Trump atrocity is a political geography that requires no excuses other than pointing a finger forebodingly at him. He is The One. And for whatever optimism Sanders shone briefly into this shadowland, there is no unbinding the Clinton campaign and the Democratic Party from their most beloved scenario—where it does not matter that we do not believe what we say, where it does not matter that we will not try to achieve a tenth of what we pledge, where it does not matter that our dreams of economic justice are so marginal and parsimonious that they would have seemed retrograde at the start of our grandparents’ generation: for there, on the other side, is the monster.
What incredible luck that this time it wasn’t an exaggeration.