I am suggesting both

Margarine Tallow Grease, if you are for the 2A, you know what to do

The only renaming that needs to happen is from White House to Shite House.

So, GrapheneOS should have a function that replaces the content of the phone with a vanilla set of apps and a clean account, instead of wiping it, on receiving the distress code.

He needed the press coverage of the French riots like his diapers need changing.

pedo breathes why

That’s an example of immediate casus belli.

Quiet imprisonment of their leaders for non-political reasons (I am sure the CRA can find dirt on them) works much better. Even better if they get in unfortunate accidents.

I would love a world where people can change just like that: realize that they were wrong, admit that, and ideally make up for any possible damage they made.

This is not that world. Expect more butthurt, ulterior, sometimes open more often covert undermining activity from them and their handlers.

That won’t change until a few of them are in prison.

Does it go all the way under the ocean or does it go through Faeroer Islands, Iceland, Greenland? Or maybe through Svalbard and Greenland

Yea, this is not the end, this is the beginning.

They can still be used as a casus belli

Yeah, everyone here seems to forget magic was involved here. For all we know he could have been 12’ tall and light as a feather, with retractable beard and 5 legs.

if they are taking a bottle of water and a sandwich because they are exhausted, that’s fine. If they are taking expensive electronics and brand clothes, they are low-life scum deliberately allowed to behave like this by the oppressive class, to taint the protests. It’s hard to see which is happening on this video, but I am assuming the latter.

The productive class is choked from the two sides of the parasite class: the billionaire parasites and the low-life parasites. Time to fight back on both. Words will not fix this.

They cannot take their factories, mines, shops, etc with them. They may take their money, but their money is usually tied to their business. If their business is nationalized, because they left it behind, their wealth suddenly is backed by nothing.

I can relate to this. A movie asks for suspension of disbelief, and I am happy to grant that. But then it has to present a coherent world for which I suspended my disbelief. If it doesn’t then I wasted my suspended disbelief and that’s annoying.

The year is 2032. The crowd is gathering for God Emperor Trump’s birthday parede. Not voluntarily, but at least they get beer and a desiccated burger. The organizers are doing their best again to make the Emperor presentable. The orange makeup covers a lot, and the smell has been gone for a couple of years now. Still, their hearts tremble when the handwaving mechanism kicks in. People need to see Dear Leader strong, to forget the war that has been ravaging the Mid-Western states. The parede ends well, no body parts have been flung this year. People shuffle back to their buses, savoring the rare taste of beer in their mouth. Many of them take the burger in their pockets back to their kids in the barrack. It will be a good day for them too! Long live the Emperor!

Marsupial law. With deep pouches to put the bribes in. It’s already in place by the way.

The checks they cashed in and now giddily look at their account balances.

Billionaires aren’t compatible with life. They are economic black holes who increase scarcity, uncertainty, entropy, and isolation. In a different verbiage, they are demons.