I really donβt get how untethered from reality this man is. He really does seem to believe the nonsense he published actually is legitimate data that proves the election was stolen. Heβs not running a con.
Do you have to not have a sense of humor to be an arbitrator? Because I don't see how any person with normal humor would not be on the floor, screaming with laughter.
I'll tell you whatβthey ARE terrible. The last time I went back to the States, six years ago (for my middle son's wedding), I had to stay with my parents for about a week. For context, these are your typical Minnesotan Fox News-obsessed, conspiracy-lovin', Obama-hatin', "Somalians are taking over the state!" old folks who are terrified of everything their beloved Fox, OAN, and Newsmax spirit guides tell them to be terrified of. The first night, I couldn't sleep; the pillows my mom had on the guest bed were hard, too big, and yes, very lumpy. I tossed them onto the floor and slept without any pillows at all. The next morning, Mom asked how I slept and I was honest, I told her the pillows made my neck hurt and gave me a headache so I slept without them. She looked like I'd just punched her in the face. "Well," she grumbled, "they're good pillows, and they're really expensive..." She mumbled something about "MyPillow" and "we have them in ALL the bedrooms now," which I didn't understand because I live in the UK and at that time (2018) Mike Lindell wasn't in the news every damn day. But, when the shit hit the fan at election time, it all became clear. They don't speak to me anymore because I'm a socialist demon who abandoned her country [insert eye roll] but if they did, I'd ask if they still have those horrendous pillows or if they bought some of the machinery from Mikey to make their own, lol!
I actually left in 2011 (voted again for Obama from here, voted for Hillary from here, and voted for Old Handsome Joe from hereβbecause damn it, I'm still American!); I used to go back and forth as often as we could afford it, about once every 12-15 months. But after that last time, things had changed in my old 'hood of central MN too muchβwhat used to be a solid Democrat county in a solid Democrat state had become what I can only describe as a stinking hellhole of conservative nationalism. Trump signs everywhere (despite the election being two years previous) and just a pervasive feeling of...oh, I don't know, "redneckness." I'd love to see my kids again (and meet my grandkids) but I just can't figure out how to go back for a visit without my parents knowing. Even though they've said I'm "dead to [them]," they'd still be pissed if I didn't come and listen to their ranting about how Biden has driven the country into the ground.
βParticipants have one goal. Find proof that this cyber data is not valid data from the November Election. For the people who find the evidence, 5 million is their reward.β
The prize for Most Obnoxious Laundry Detergent Commercial, the coveted Soilie, will always and forever belong to Wisk for "ring around the collar." But this is a solid second.
That would have made that commercial 1000% percent better.
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Maybe it's just me, but that's a trope that really grinds my gears. The Mom in commercials does a load of wash, or mops the floors, or vacuums the carpet, followed by a shot where Hubby/kids/dog IMMEDIATELY ruin her work, and she just shakes her head.
It's not enough that "women's work" is neither paid, nor even recognized as "real work", but it's actually actively ruined.
Can you imagine a commercial where the kids and the dog run through Dad's bookkeeping office and spill ink on the page, or a commercial where Dad the house painter is washing his hands after a hard day at work, only to discover his kids drawing on the wall he just finished painting?
It depends, have you held them up to the light and can you see that they are in fact made up of all the votes that the proven rapist Defendant Trump really got but were turned into sheets by the Dominion voting machines???
Hahahahahahahaha!!!!! How does it feel to be Mike Lindell, I wonder. To have sacrificed everything that you spent years building, all in service of a man who would probably step on you if you were to fall down in front of him, dead. Pathetic.
Is that asshole still sexually assaulting donors' wives? Or shagging Kristi Noem? Or has she dumped his repulsive ass? Where is National Inquirer on this? That *is* the paper of record for this stuff.
I gotta say, there's one really sad aspect to the whole Mike Lindell story.
I've seen that he made it a practice to hire recovering addicts, people recently released from prison, and others who might otherwise have trouble finding jobs otherwise. That's very commendable, and it's unfortunate they have to suffer because their boss is an ignoramus.
Ta, Marcie. You fit right in 'round here.
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I really donβt get how untethered from reality this man is. He really does seem to believe the nonsense he published actually is legitimate data that proves the election was stolen. Heβs not running a con.
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Do you have to not have a sense of humor to be an arbitrator? Because I don't see how any person with normal humor would not be on the floor, screaming with laughter.
Oh dear, blaspheme - lumpy pillow! That's a mortal sin!
I'll tell you whatβthey ARE terrible. The last time I went back to the States, six years ago (for my middle son's wedding), I had to stay with my parents for about a week. For context, these are your typical Minnesotan Fox News-obsessed, conspiracy-lovin', Obama-hatin', "Somalians are taking over the state!" old folks who are terrified of everything their beloved Fox, OAN, and Newsmax spirit guides tell them to be terrified of. The first night, I couldn't sleep; the pillows my mom had on the guest bed were hard, too big, and yes, very lumpy. I tossed them onto the floor and slept without any pillows at all. The next morning, Mom asked how I slept and I was honest, I told her the pillows made my neck hurt and gave me a headache so I slept without them. She looked like I'd just punched her in the face. "Well," she grumbled, "they're good pillows, and they're really expensive..." She mumbled something about "MyPillow" and "we have them in ALL the bedrooms now," which I didn't understand because I live in the UK and at that time (2018) Mike Lindell wasn't in the news every damn day. But, when the shit hit the fan at election time, it all became clear. They don't speak to me anymore because I'm a socialist demon who abandoned her country [insert eye roll] but if they did, I'd ask if they still have those horrendous pillows or if they bought some of the machinery from Mikey to make their own, lol!
"The last time I went back to the States, six years ago"
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::mumbles grouchily:: Stupid country... Fuckin' slow descent into fascism... Wish *I'd* left the States six years ago...
I actually left in 2011 (voted again for Obama from here, voted for Hillary from here, and voted for Old Handsome Joe from hereβbecause damn it, I'm still American!); I used to go back and forth as often as we could afford it, about once every 12-15 months. But after that last time, things had changed in my old 'hood of central MN too muchβwhat used to be a solid Democrat county in a solid Democrat state had become what I can only describe as a stinking hellhole of conservative nationalism. Trump signs everywhere (despite the election being two years previous) and just a pervasive feeling of...oh, I don't know, "redneckness." I'd love to see my kids again (and meet my grandkids) but I just can't figure out how to go back for a visit without my parents knowing. Even though they've said I'm "dead to [them]," they'd still be pissed if I didn't come and listen to their ranting about how Biden has driven the country into the ground.
Be thankful for the Peopleβs Republic of Twincitystan, we have kept the state from suffering the fate of Wisconsin.
Oh, definitely!
*sigh* Now I miss Minneapolis....
They suck. It was like sleeping on a sack full of broken-up Styrofoam egg cartons.
YES!
βParticipants have one goal. Find proof that this cyber data is not valid data from the November Election. For the people who find the evidence, 5 million is their reward.β
Five million WHAT? Check and mate, Libturds!
Ancient Chinese secret, huh?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djMjYgqFrrQ
I still love that his wife rats him out.
It was good back in the day, still stands up now.
The prize for Most Obnoxious Laundry Detergent Commercial, the coveted Soilie, will always and forever belong to Wisk for "ring around the collar." But this is a solid second.
What about "Salvo", for the militants among us?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1ngn_Lh6dw
OMFG, that commercial!
I half-expected that lady to start strafing the kid in the sandbox. "I'll teach you to pile dirt on yourself, you little shit!"
That would have made that commercial 1000% percent better.
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Maybe it's just me, but that's a trope that really grinds my gears. The Mom in commercials does a load of wash, or mops the floors, or vacuums the carpet, followed by a shot where Hubby/kids/dog IMMEDIATELY ruin her work, and she just shakes her head.
It's not enough that "women's work" is neither paid, nor even recognized as "real work", but it's actually actively ruined.
Can you imagine a commercial where the kids and the dog run through Dad's bookkeeping office and spill ink on the page, or a commercial where Dad the house painter is washing his hands after a hard day at work, only to discover his kids drawing on the wall he just finished painting?
There was an older one, with a burly man that definitely had the Korean War vet vibe going. Just the product name evokes acts of war.
When Lindell reveals that the data was all recorded to a thumb drive made out of bamboo, won't you all feel foolish for having doubted him.
I just got a set of bamboo sheets delivered today. Should I be afraid, or maybe embarrassed?
It depends, have you held them up to the light and can you see that they are in fact made up of all the votes that the proven rapist Defendant Trump really got but were turned into sheets by the Dominion voting machines???
Hahahahahahahaha!!!!! How does it feel to be Mike Lindell, I wonder. To have sacrificed everything that you spent years building, all in service of a man who would probably step on you if you were to fall down in front of him, dead. Pathetic.
He'd steal your wallet and pull out your gold teeth at least.
no, he would demand that one of his goons (remember Lewandowski, anyone?) do it and hand over the goods.
Is that asshole still sexually assaulting donors' wives? Or shagging Kristi Noem? Or has she dumped his repulsive ass? Where is National Inquirer on this? That *is* the paper of record for this stuff.
"Of the $5 million, Lindell huffed in text to a WaPo reporter, βof course weβre going to appeal it. This guy doesnβt have a dime coming.β
Then I say flip him over and shake him until the money falls out of his lumpy pillows!
Wow, so he's a dirty, stinking liar just like his idol Trumpty
It's a feature, not a bug.
How did this guy hold it together long enough to actually get a company off the ground?
Cocaine is a hell of drug
Some crack, a few pilllows and a dream!
Some crack, a pile of rotting foam rubber, a shredder, and a dream.
Now and then, one of these relativist blabbermouths finds out that words actually mean something.
"Lumpy pillows kiss my ass. PUT THAT IN YOUR BOOK!"
LOL better than sex
Thanks. Now I'll have "Greased Lightning" stuck in my head for the next six weeks.
Man, the lyrics to that song are FAR more adult than I realized!
Don't forget that it was a Broadway show before it was a movie.
We saw it on Broadway with the fabulous Randee Heller (and her five octave range) as Rizzo.
She later went on to play Mrs. Blankenship on "Mad Men".
That might explain it!
I just googled, and yikes!
I gotta say, there's one really sad aspect to the whole Mike Lindell story.
I've seen that he made it a practice to hire recovering addicts, people recently released from prison, and others who might otherwise have trouble finding jobs otherwise. That's very commendable, and it's unfortunate they have to suffer because their boss is an ignoramus.
Boy, is Mr. Lumpy Pillows easily triggered, or what?
maybe he doesn't sleep well
If he's using a MyPillow, who can blame him?