u/Dee just wanted confirmation. If you want support, realize that most of us have been thru a lot. And so we've learned to both trust, AND verify. Give us that confirmation, and we'll support you. There aren't any goal posts to be moved in this.
You can assert something as a fact without it actually being a fact. Would you care to cite some sort of source, to support your assertion? Who are you referring to when you say "We must assure..."?
"ITEP also ranked Texas as the second-most regressive tax state, behind Washington State, due to low-income taxpayers bearing a disproportionate share of the tax burden, according to the nonprofit. In contrast, California was ranked the most progressive tax state because residents in higher tax brackets predominantly pay higher tax rates. "
But really we've gone a bit far afield, haven't we? The original post was about this quote, "No, of course he lost," DeSantis said, adding, "Joe Biden’s the president." Wouldn't you rather talk about this? Or is distraction your best method of debate?
Personally I get a little bit annoyed when I ask a question but the other person doesn't actually answer the question. Of course I'm not a professional interviewer, interviewing a candidate for the effing Presidency of the effing USA. Thank you Mr. Burns for your persistence.
"But respectfully, you did not clearly answer that question," Burns said. "And if you can’t give a 'yes' or 'no' on whether or not he lost —"
"No, of course he lost," DeSantis said, adding, "Joe Biden’s the president."
"If, on the other hand, the election is not about Jan. 20, 2025, but Jan. 6, 2021, or what CLASSIFIED document(s) was were left by the toilet at Mar-a-Lago, if it’s a referendum on that, we are going to lose."
We as a country must assure that the GOP does not win, in fact, ever again.
Fun Fact: You can drop that link above into the search bar on this (https://inv.citw.lgbt/feed/popular), or any INVIDIOUS instance, and get to hear that song without being tracked.
Lyrics for the Literate
"It was just after dark when the truck started down
the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas.
He was a young driver,
just out on his second job.
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
for everyone in that coal-scarred city
where children play without despair
in backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day
about thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John) .
He passed a sign that he should have seen,
saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend."
He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
who was waiting at the journey's end.
He started down the two mile drop,
the curving road that wound from the top of the hill.
He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot.
Just a few more miles to go,
then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away.
and the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him.
But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights
delights went through him.
His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down.
But the pedal floored easy without a sound.
He said "Christ!"
It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now.
He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide,
riding on his fear-hunched back
was every one of those yellow green
I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down.
And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
hit two houses, bruised eight trees,
and Blue-Crossed seven people.
it was then he lost his head,
not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.
And he slid for four hundred yards
along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
You know the man who told me about it on the bus,
as it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania,
he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head,
and he said (and this is exactly what he said)
"Boy that sure must've been something.
Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas.
Of bananas. Just bananas. Thirty thousand pounds.
of Bananas. not no driver now. Just bananas!" "
During the early part of 2020 I moved my classes onto Zoom. Because of this change, I'll be moving my video conferencing elsewhere. What's with companies destroying themselves while attempting to maximize profits. Just another reddifugee on kbin.social. SMH.
Reddifugee here. Since no one else had done them yet, I've started @SantaFe (a small capital city in the SW of Turtle Island), and @photobiomodulation (for the discussion of the therapeutic usage of light). I don't expect these to ever get big. My hope is that they will become useful for a small group of interested parties.
I made the magazines, and populated them with a few posts to get things rolling
I posted on m/newcommunities, and and at least one other place, I think.
Weird how "Facebones" don't care, but dey still talkin' 'bout it.