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Yep, you are DEFINITELY insecure.

What makes me sound jealous? You don't notice people that you work with or who live near you? That's a very weird take on your part. You sound insecure.

You are projecting that upon him because your fearless leader lost his marbles and it's hurting you.

You democrats are stuck on squat. You all have been whining the same piddly thing for years and years now. Can't you all talk about anything that is actually relevant to reality?

I knew a soy boy once. We used to call him pony-boy because of his stoner lifestyle and his pony tail. He dated a soy girl. She was was kind of hot but just looked dirty. Like not sexually, but hygienically. She was also a stoner. They were like the perpetual stoner couple in high school but only in their latter 20s. And in current day, there is a guy that lives near me that walks around with his dog and wears like short pants (goes down to his calves) and a tie dyed t-shirt and he puts his hair in a top knot. It ends up he works in one of those pot stores (what do they call them?) and I see him with his wife occasionally and she looks just like him only a bit overweight. They are like in their 40s or something. Some people were just born to be soy boys for life.

The Chicago/Washington game got moved from the 1pm slot to the 4:25 slot to be a nationally televised game. Washington should make quick work of Carolina this week (although nothing is a lock in the NFL), and the Bears are on a 3 game win streak going into their by. Should be a fun watch in week 8.

What does Trump have to do with the actions of Harris? Or, are you done talking about Harris. If so, just say so.

Hey, that woman can put a mean polish on a door knob.

I wish I could say I think Trump could have a chance in this election, but, knowing the power of the democratic party and their mass media and upper level department of justice control, I have lost all confidence in our political system. I had Trump pegged in 2020 to win handily, and when I went to bed that night before midnight on election day, he had it wrapped up. 5 hours later, complete reversal specifically in all the states that mattered. The only way Harris doesn't win is if the democrats don't ultimately want her to win. But given the fact that she will be their perfect robotic toy to sign what they tell her to sign, it probably already is over.

This a new thing just when wanting to say something without actually saying anything? Just everyone saying "deflection...deflection...deflection"? Whether you agree with his reply or not, he addressed the question straight on. Nevermind.

She was the only one who could give Biden a chance of looking rational on the world stage. When people would say, "Biden has lost his mind", at least there was Harris right in the picture for them to then say, "well, it could be worse" (while pointing at her). And honestly, reflecting upon the history of this once great country at this moment, the outlook for the next four years if Harris wins...? "Leaves are brown now, and the sky is a hazy shade of winter." When democrats are in office these days, it's time for self preservation tactics to be deployed.

It's simply amazing the left can't come up with anything better than Harris. I wouldn't trust that woman with the task of getting my car washed.

Robert Adolph Boehm, in accordance with his lifelong dedication to his own personal brand of decorum, muttered his last unintelligible and likely unnecessary curse on October 6, 2024, shortly before tripping backward over "some stupid mother****ing thing" and hitting his head on the floor. Robert was born in Winters, TX, to the late Walter Boehm and Betty Smith on May 6, 1950, after which God immediately and thankfully broke the mold and attempted to cover up the evidence. Raised Catholic, Robert managed to get his wife Dianne pregnant (three times) fast enough to just barely miss getting drafted into the Vietnam War by fathering Michelle, John, and Charlotte between 1967 and 1972. Much later, with Robert possibly concerned about the brewing conflict in Grenada, Charles was born in 1983. This lack of military service was probably for the best, as when taking up shooting as a hobby in his later years, he managed to blow not one, but two holes in the dash of his own car on two separate occasions, which unfortunately did not even startle, let alone surprise, his dear wife Dianne, who was much accustomed to such happenings in his presence and may have actually been safer in the jungles of Vietnam the entire time. While the world was in conflict elsewhere, Robert made due by learning to roof, maintain traffic signs with the City of Amarillo, and eventually becoming a semi-professional truck driver—not to be confused with a professional semi-truck driver. With peace on the horizon, Robert's attention somewhat counterintuitively drifted to weapons of war, spanning the historical and geographical spectrum from the atlatl of 19,000 BC France, to the sjambok of 1830s Africa, to the Mosin-Nagant M1891 of WWII-era Soviet Union. So many examples of these mainstream hobbyist items litter his small Clarendon, Texas, apartment that one of them may very well have been the item referenced in his aforementioned eloquent final epitaph. A man of many interests, Robert was not to be entranced by historical weapons alone, but also had a penchant for fashion, frequently seen about town wearing the latest trend in homemade leather moccasins, a wide collection of unconventional hats, and boldly mismatched shirts and pants. Robert also kept a wide selection of harmonicas on hand—not to play personally, but to prompt his beloved dogs to howl continuously at odd hours of the night to entertain his many neighbors, and occasionally to give to his many, many, many grandchildren and great-grandchildren to play loudly during long road trips with their parents. Earlier this year, in February, God finally showed mercy upon Dianne, getting her the hell out of there for some well-earned peace and quiet. Without Dianne to gleefully entertain, Robert shifted his creative focus to the entertainment of you, the fine townspeople of Clarendon, Texas. Over the last eight months, if you have not met Robert or seen his road show yet, you probably would have soon. We have all done our best to enjoy/weather Robert's antics up to this point, but he is God's problem now. Robert's farewell tour will be held Monday, October 14th, at 10 a.m. at Memorial Park Funeral Home, 6969 E Interstate 40 Hwy, Amarillo, TX 79118. The family encourages you to dust off whatever outdated or inappropriate combination of clothing you have available to attend. A tip jar will be available in the front; flowers are also acceptable.

It's mental retardation Not dementia.

Besides your personal mental stability that is. We all know how that would go for you.

I honestly don't know what your use of the word "Trumpesque" refers to.

Well, he does make it sound like a win for liberals. Not sure why he doesn't want to vote for Trump.

What is wrong with this guy? F'n weird.

I really don't know what you missed or didn't miss in life. But I have my suspicions.

Ouch. That was a low blow. I mean, who's gonna support Ukraine for God's sake?

You are lost. You really need a break. Take up checkers or something.

So will the great Justin Fields be benches?

Thanks. Have fun with your boy Newsom.

It's strange how Democrats try to win so hard when they have such losing messages.