"One of the most powerful men in conservative politics took the time to sit down and call some random 23 year old kid he had never met — just to tell him to hang in there, and to ask if there was anything he could do to help. It’s something I will never forget"
I ended up watching some Ukrainian war footage last night. One section was from a drone camera perspective. It was obviously a cheap drone, because it was dropping hand grenades into Russian trenches. But an accurately dropped hand grenade is lethal, and the operator knew how to put them into the trenches.
Another clip was of a Ukrainian infantry unit in close combat with Russian infantry. The camera was a helmet camera on the apparent unit leader. It seemed pretty likely they had support from an observation drone, as he was getting information on walkie talkie from an observer who was telling him where the Russian soldiers were.
It's sad and horrible. Young men killing each other because of Vladimir Putin's ego.
Fascists depend on each other to constantly validate their lies of supremacy, I can see how being cut off from their daily supply of fake self-worth feels like death.
I was going to comment on Tucker's choice of girly man refreshments, but I really like the watermelon flavored Perrier, so carry on, my wayward white supramacist.
"We even saw video of Tucker being nice to somebody who asked him why he was fishing..."
I was also fishing in Central Park that day and Tucker came over to ask about the flies I was using. He noticed that I had a crummy old pole and ragged flies, and believe it or not, he gave me his Orvis split bamboo rod, reel and his entire box of flies!!
He then followed me to my car, talking about, I guess, politics and stuff (I wasn't sure) and when we got to the car he noticed that it was an old Ford beater. I know you won't believe this, but he then and there traded me his Porsche for my Ford!
Then as I was driving home I noticed he was following me. When we got to my house he saw that it was a ramshackle old shithole and he right then and there gave me the deed to his penthouse. We went inside and I introduced him to my wife and - you know, he was a hell of a guy.
I'll never forget the time A Great Man called me out of the blue to offer his encouragement. At first, I couldn't believe it was really him. He was the former Führer of Germany (before it went all woke) and I was a young kid, a mere 53 at the time. Not to mention that he had been dead for donkey's years.
And yet, as his strong, manly voice, so familiar from The Triumph of the Will blasted out of the phone, I realized it actually was Adolf Hitler himself!
He had heard that I was going through a rough patch ("ein rauer Armfleck, " as he put it) and generously offered his compassionate advice, allaying the nagging doubts about my macho-linity plaguing me.
"Never surrender," he said. "Remember it is always darkest before the successful counter-assault on the Eastern Front."
I asked whether I should seek a female companion or follow the difficult road of the Incel, he said, "By all means, find yourself a complacent, not-so-bright cow (eine selbstgefällige, nicht so helle Kuh.) Just make sure she will take a bullet to the head, so long as she gets to watch you poison the dog."
Greatly relieved, I said, "Is that all there is to it?"
"Ach, nein," he replied. "You must also sashay about in diapers, the fuller the better. The weaker sex really grocs to that." He then launched into a lengthy diatribe about "die Juden" and "die Neger" which I did not fully understand, although his righteous passion was evident.
"Well, I must be going. I'm setting up a meet-and-greet between Lauren Böbert and a strain of botulism. But remember to keep a positive attitude and boycott Disney."
And like that, he was gone but I have never forgotten that little touch of Adolf in the night as well as all the other little touches in the night from my fellow 3 per centers.
All this right-wing praise just reminds me of all the times there have been mass shooters and serial killers, and after their heinous crimes ended people have then said "but he seemed so normal"
My takeaway here is that Tucker is grooming young white nationalists.
His balls ain’t gonna tan themselves
"One of the most powerful men in conservative politics took the time to sit down and call some random 23 year old kid he had never met — just to tell him to hang in there, and to ask if there was anything he could do to help. It’s something I will never forget"
Uh, keep going, I haven't finished yet.
I ended up watching some Ukrainian war footage last night. One section was from a drone camera perspective. It was obviously a cheap drone, because it was dropping hand grenades into Russian trenches. But an accurately dropped hand grenade is lethal, and the operator knew how to put them into the trenches.
Another clip was of a Ukrainian infantry unit in close combat with Russian infantry. The camera was a helmet camera on the apparent unit leader. It seemed pretty likely they had support from an observation drone, as he was getting information on walkie talkie from an observer who was telling him where the Russian soldiers were.
It's sad and horrible. Young men killing each other because of Vladimir Putin's ego.
I for one am going to miss Tucker's high-pitched giggling - if there's any that says manly man, that's it.
To Hell with these useless conservatards. It's time someone asked the truly important question:
What does Elmo think?
Fascists depend on each other to constantly validate their lies of supremacy, I can see how being cut off from their daily supply of fake self-worth feels like death.
"I am a Republican in a small mid-western state..."
I was going to comment on Tucker's choice of girly man refreshments, but I really like the watermelon flavored Perrier, so carry on, my wayward white supramacist.
conservatardsconservaturds
"We even saw video of Tucker being nice to somebody who asked him why he was fishing..."
I was also fishing in Central Park that day and Tucker came over to ask about the flies I was using. He noticed that I had a crummy old pole and ragged flies, and believe it or not, he gave me his Orvis split bamboo rod, reel and his entire box of flies!!
He then followed me to my car, talking about, I guess, politics and stuff (I wasn't sure) and when we got to the car he noticed that it was an old Ford beater. I know you won't believe this, but he then and there traded me his Porsche for my Ford!
Then as I was driving home I noticed he was following me. When we got to my house he saw that it was a ramshackle old shithole and he right then and there gave me the deed to his penthouse. We went inside and I introduced him to my wife and - you know, he was a hell of a guy.
I'll never forget the time A Great Man called me out of the blue to offer his encouragement. At first, I couldn't believe it was really him. He was the former Führer of Germany (before it went all woke) and I was a young kid, a mere 53 at the time. Not to mention that he had been dead for donkey's years.
And yet, as his strong, manly voice, so familiar from The Triumph of the Will blasted out of the phone, I realized it actually was Adolf Hitler himself!
He had heard that I was going through a rough patch ("ein rauer Armfleck, " as he put it) and generously offered his compassionate advice, allaying the nagging doubts about my macho-linity plaguing me.
"Never surrender," he said. "Remember it is always darkest before the successful counter-assault on the Eastern Front."
I asked whether I should seek a female companion or follow the difficult road of the Incel, he said, "By all means, find yourself a complacent, not-so-bright cow (eine selbstgefällige, nicht so helle Kuh.) Just make sure she will take a bullet to the head, so long as she gets to watch you poison the dog."
Greatly relieved, I said, "Is that all there is to it?"
"Ach, nein," he replied. "You must also sashay about in diapers, the fuller the better. The weaker sex really grocs to that." He then launched into a lengthy diatribe about "die Juden" and "die Neger" which I did not fully understand, although his righteous passion was evident.
"Well, I must be going. I'm setting up a meet-and-greet between Lauren Böbert and a strain of botulism. But remember to keep a positive attitude and boycott Disney."
And like that, he was gone but I have never forgotten that little touch of Adolf in the night as well as all the other little touches in the night from my fellow 3 per centers.
All this right-wing praise just reminds me of all the times there have been mass shooters and serial killers, and after their heinous crimes ended people have then said "but he seemed so normal"
Is this how the "family" felt when Charlie Manson was locked away?
Or "personal time" with their dads.
Nick Fuentes' time has come!