AMUSING, INTERESTING, OUTRAGEOUS, or PROFOUND

And yet there is so many people thinking they will make an exception for them.

Nobody's going to be fine. Tariffs on our 3 biggest trade partners are going to raise the prices of nearly everything by 25%

And just like everybody else, you forgot the Native Americans.

You know, the ones that they're trying to remove their citizenship based on some 140-year-old law that has already been superseded by other better law?

Hooray, I'm several of those.

We must follow the teachings of Luigi.

And apply it with the methods of Ted Kaczynski.

Even if you don’t match any of them… worry

Oh, you'll be fine as long as you don't have to work to live. If you are rich enough to live of the work of others.

Everyone else is fucked. The plutocrats are going to make sure of that.

How did we get to this, I thought the progress he have made would have actually stuck in some people's heads (I've voters). Unfortunately, some people don't understand what the progress was for because all they think about are their wallets and control of others

Poor is the most loaded word here. Less than $300K a year is probably the cutoff.

... or actually dependent on social security or medicare ...

I'm not even in the US and I'm worrying. Especially due to the fact that I'm both Moroccan and queer (specifically aroace). Guess I'm not visiting the US at all during his term.

I've always considered Musk to have the look of the Innsmouth about him; pale clammy skin, wide eyes clumped above his guppy jaw. I hope he will be lured by the ancestral calls and return to the murky depths in due course.

I fit in at least 5 of those

Magats

I’m one of the good ones

Early every year the seeds are growing / unseen, unheard, they lie beneath the ground. / would you know before their leaves are showing / that with weeds all your garden will abound?

If you close your eyes, stop your ears / shut your mouth how can you know? / The weeds you cannot see may not be there / the seeds you didn't hear my never grow.

In January you still have the choice / you can cut the weeds before they start to bud / if you leave them to grow high, they'll silence your voice / in December, you may pay with your blood.

Close your eyes, stop your ears, /close your mouth and take it slow. / Let others take the lead while you bring up the rear / and later you can say you didn't know.

Every day, another vulture takes flight; / there's another danger born every morning. / In the darkness of your blindness, the beast will learn to bite. / How can you fight when you don't recognize the warning?

Close your eyes, stop your ears / shut your mouth of course you know. / if weeds are let to be without your hand to fear / then what else can be? Of course they'll grow.

Today, you may earn a living wage / tomorrow you may be on the dole / though there's millions going hungry, you needn't disengage; / it's them, not you who's fallen in the hole.

The weeds are all around us and they're growing / it'll soon be too late for the knife / if you leave them on the wind that around this world is blowing / you'll pay for your silence with your life.

So close your eyes, stop your ears, / bite your tongue and don't you dare. / 'cuz if it happens here, they might not come for you / if they're sure you really never cared.

What if I’m an atheist but wealthy? Like how much do I need to donate to be safe?

I'm going to be good all the way. I'm happy being dead knowing I'm not on the same plane of existence as these douche nozzles.

Always two, there are. No more. No less. A Master and an apprentice.

Or get sick!