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  • I can’t think of anyone else who could beat him. I really believed that Clinton could do it, and technically she did, but she didn’t beat him bad enough. A lot of people thought he was just playing himself up to win and wouldn’t be so bad once he got in (myself included). He showed them he wasn’t playing anything up and a vote against him got the largest turnout in history.

    I really thought (and prayed, and begged the universe) that Sanders would get a shot.

    Damn, what a mess. What a stressful, stressful, mess.

    With a gay kid and a trans kid, I really do worry about their future. All we can do is ride the rock and hope for the best though. Well, that and vote against the dude who openly despises certain groups.

    Edit:

    Why didn’t you 9 name a candidate and why you think they’d win. Come on now, it’s a social forum. Get social.

    Edit 2:

    Chomp chomp. That’s me eating my words and praying I’m wrong on 7/21

  • Oh you’re spot on. Trump likes to go on about his ratings, but even people who wouldn’t vote for him in a million years watch him. He’s entertaining. I don’t suppose it would be so bad if so many people didn’t see him as more than entertaining.

    I’ve been guilty of it for 9 years now. “What crazy thing will Trump do next?” I used to sit when something would happen and refresh his twitter page because I knew that whatever he was about to do, it was going to be thoroughly entertaining.

    I’ve found myself thinking, “this can’t be real” so many times.

    You couldn’t give me anything to give him a vote because I don’t think he’s the right man for the job. I can see why a lot of people do. There have always been people who believe that leaders should lead through shows of strength. I get it, but I believe that leaders should lead through intelligence. A leader should be calm, collected, strategic, and intelligent. I just don’t see Donald Trump as any of those things. I see him as impulsive and a threat to the progress that so many people have fought for.

    Biden’s performance at the debate has me terrified. It would have taken him sitting there drooling on the ground to frighten me enough to vote for Trump. I’m really hoping all the people who showed up in 2020 feel the same way. The damage an angry Trump could do this time could be irreparable. We all seen the “save America” rally and everything that followed. We’ve seen his stacked courts give him the power of a king. Take a moment and watch the videos of him recording his message to the people on Jan 6 if you haven’t seen it. Not the message itself, but the process of recording it.

    I’ll shut up now. Y’all be good. :p

  • If I cancelled all of the friendships I have with radicalized people, I would almost certainly have to isolate my little family completely.

    I do try to talk time back over the line, but I don’t think I have ever succeeded.

  • I bought some for my daughter to learn and you’re right, it’s not cheap.

    It didn’t go the way she wanted it to go so she threw it away. I really wish I had been able to keep it so she can see her progress one day.

  • My cousin (actually double first cousin, so almost a brother biologically. His mom is my mom’s sister and his dad is my dad’s brother) had a fuuuucked up childhood.

    His father was a severe alcoholic and abandoned him. I wasn’t allowed around his dad as a kid. I have two memories of him from when I was a kid. One time he bounced the muscles in his arms and legs and told my brother and I he had live frogs under his skin. In the other memory, he chased my father with a chainsaw and jumped through a window in an attempt to kill him. My father doesn’t associate with most of his family. My father abandoned me too, but I had a mom and a step dad who did their best.

    His mother had him until he started school. She dropped him and is 1 year old sister off with my grandparents and disappeared. She popped back in when he was a teenager. I mean, she was around before that, but she tried to be a mom when he was around 15.

    He thought his father didn’t even think about him. When I was in the 7th grade and he was in 5th grade, we snuck into the attic of my grandparents’ house to sneak a cigarette. We were snooping and found a box full of unopened letters from his father. Neither of us were even allowed to have pictures of our dads.

    His dad had written him a letter at least once a month all of his life despite never getting a reply. That broke something in him. He went from thinking that he had a father who didn’t care at all to the harsh realization that our grandparents hid letters from him. The only people who loved him, in his world, had betrayed him in the worst way.

    We sat there bawling our eyes out reading those letters. He found out he had two half siblings, Michael and Rebecca. His father had sent him pictures of every stage of their lives. Turns out that despite his problems, the woman he had his next two kids with had it worse and abandoned him to raise them as a single father.

    I’m crying typing this. Lord.

    Next day at school, he had a binder with their pictures glued on the front. He wrote underneath the photos. “Michael and Becca, I love them both.” He had never met them, but had read about their first words, their first steps, favorite foods, the ways in which they reminded their father of him. Goddamn.

    I didn’t know anyone from my father’s family but him, and we were close all of our lives. We learned to play music together, wrote songs together, we did everything together.

    I didn’t understand his interest in the whole juggalo thing when that came up and I thought it was cringe as fuck. I don’t feel that way now. As bad as I had it, he had it worse. When I was a kid I could only focus on my problems. My grandparents had it together. They had a nice house, money, and nice lives. I was dirt poor. I had nothing. I thought he got lucky and I envied him for having a real home to grow up in.

    Only as an adult did I see that he had it worse than me. My mom had problems, but she was there. No one lied to me about my father. My father legit didn’t care, and even though he was doing better than my uncle, he didn’t write me any letters. Shit, I contact him today and he might reply three months from now. My cousin was lied to. He was told that his father a worthless drunk who didn’t care and didn’t even try. I’d rather learn that was true than learn they’d hid my father’s love from me.

    My grandma died two days ago. I should message my cousin. Goddamn I’m mad at myself that I haven’t yet. Didn’t even cross my mind. Fuck.

    But yeah, I can’t relate to the juggalos, but I get it. I get where they’re coming from.

  • Ok, the test group people have concluded that if we go forward with “grape drank”, some people are going to get angry. I’ve invested all of my father’s money in this, I can’t back out now!

  • My cousin is a full fledged juggalo. I don’t personally get it. I’m antisocial anyway, but the lifestyle is just bizarre to me. It isn’t for me I guess, but I’m for people being happy and doing what they love no matter what it. I don’t need to get it.

    He loves the lifestyle. That man has travelled all across the country couch surfing with complete strangers. It seems to me that almost any juggalo will invite another juggalo into his home like they are a huge extended family.

    He’s had some wild life experiences that I could only dream of.

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  • Me too. God bless the Appalachian mountains.

    I’ve probably met more mouth breathing, lead paint eating morons (myself included. As a matter of fact, at one time I was a t-1000 Liquid Metal mercury from 50 thermometers in my hand moron) than most people will ever encounter in 10 lifetimes. I can count on one hand just how many of those people were truly bad people.

    If I have a visibly heavy load at work, it can be annoying how many people wander up and say, “hey ‘ere buddy. Yew gawn need inny hep wittat? I’ze just checkin’.”

    Open the hood of your car and you can summon an entire neighborhood. For real, need directions in the Appalachians, just stop somewhere with houses, open your hood and spend a few minutes staring at your engine.

  • I struggled with my back being numb and tingly for 3 years over a pair of shoes wearing like this. Nearly drove me insane and a decade later I still have issues from time to time.