My JD died I could replace the engine, but I don't feel like it. Something new and Would be nice

!commies

they are not organized by the usual non-partisan group but CNN/FOX news

The quick agreement on the timetable to meet followed the Democrat's announcement that he will not participate in fall presidential debates sponsored by the nonpartisan commission that has organized them for more than three decades. Biden's campaign instead proposed that media outlets directly organize the debates with the presumptive Democratic and Republican nominees.

So, they're going to have a fully stage-managed affair with questions already given out to candidates

member donna brazil?

https://www.cnn.com/2017/11/02/politics/donna-brazile-dnc-book/index.html

Donna Brazile resigned from her role as a CNN contributor in October 2016 after WikiLeaks released an email in which she says she got advance questions before a town hall event. She then sent questions to Clinton's campaign in advance of a CNN debate and a town hall.

!nonchuds !chuds

A gay politician in Germany has sparked outrage after sharing disturbing videos of him performing sexual acts online. In one clip, Martin Neumaier, a Free Democratic Party (FDP) candidate for the district of Ostalb, is seen singing the Nazi-era German national anthem while “masturbating himself rectally with a dildo.”

According to Der Status, several of his pornographic videos were removed from X (formerly Twitter) for violating the site's Terms of Service, but censored clips continue to be shared across the internet.

In one video, Neumaier is seen naked while reciting the first verse of Nazi-era German national anthem and using an anal dildo. In another, Neumaier inserts a feces-covered dildo into his rectum before smearing it on a Quran.

Other now-deleted videos of the disturbed politician show him with feces under his nose, roleplaying as the former chancellor of the German Reich, Adolf Hitler. “I have a Hitler beard made of shit,” exclaims Neumaier, revealing his home address to his viewers.

Another video filmed in a public restroom shows the fitness coach licking a urinal and a potty seat. Seemingly unfazed, Neumaier takes his fetishistic behavior to the next level by kissing a potty brush “as punishment.”

The clips sparked immense backlash on X from many who are disgusted that a political candidate would conduct himself in this manner.

“I just can't take this shit anymore…” wrote one displeased user in German.

They want automatic 7.5% gratuity on all purchases lol even the wdw sub is clowing them https://old.reddit.com/r/WaltDisneyWorld/comments/1crfg8r/unfair_and_unsafe_work_conditions_at_disney/?sort=controversial

Ownership response and more from the employees https://wdwnt.com/2024/05/gideons-bakehouse-responds-to-claims-of-poor-working-conditions/

I’ve seen others post about this. So I tried it myself - YES it’s real, BAPHOMET

Mirror one of the images, and piece them together. Look closely

Then also flip that image upside down, look closely

Then also piece together on opposite sides, and look

0.00% this is coincidence pic.twitter.com/vWOpy7vU2x

— Jimmy Corsetti (@BrightInsight6) May 15, 2024

Last pic comes with a longpost:

!schizomaxxxers

Sources say Francis Ford Coppola is looking for a distributor that will release “Megalopolis” in the fourth quarter of 2024, where it will mount an awards-season campaign. A24 or another awards-savvy distributor are seen as ideal fits. https://t.co/OSgHihwUVi

— Variety (@Variety) May 15, 2024

!metashit

NPR talked about it

https://www.npr.org/2024/05/14/1250912188/honor-levy-my-first-book-short-stories-review

Here's a choice excerpt I randomly scrolled to in the epub

He felt like he was dying, smothered by xenoestrogenic alienation, forced domestication, a lowering of testosterone, depopulation, doom, the sun setting for the last time ever, a great ugliness, the end of history flashing before his eyes. Withered Wojak. Pink Wojak with bleeding eyes. </3. Cope or rope. He felt western civilization falling and bile rising in his throat, a microwaved McFlurry of remorse and half-digested animal proteins. He felt himself falling out of love. Falling to his knees in a Walmart. A poison arrow in his chest. MRNA mode. Blood of the Lernaean Hydra mode. Ow. Wow. Passions inflamed the middle layer of his heart's wall. Myocarditis. Oneitis. It's So Over, said his sinking swollen heart. The drywall called out to his fists. He punched the keyboard instead, kjbvkdesvdsbjvjkwbdvb jkldesblkdf. . . . Why would you ask that??? Ur a dumb slut . . . Just another whore. . . . . . . . . No. . . . . . No. . . . . . I said I wanted a tradwife not a tard wife . . . roastie . . . whore . . . I hate you . . . I hate you I hate you. Just before he hit send, it hit him, something sent from the beyond, a burning white light, a growing echo of music, the opening notes of MGMT's “Little Dark Age.” And then it began: images flashing, hyperspeed through his mind, the Intertwined Lovers of Valdaro skeletons in their Neolithic tomb, huddled face-to-face with their arms and legs intertwined in an eternal embrace, Orpheus and Eurydice in the underworld, every pair of lovers ever intertwined in eternal embrace, Odysseus and Penelope, Eloise and Abelard, Adam and Eve, Bella and Edward. At ever-accelerating nightcore speed, he saw nights and days, battles and births, blood, so much blood, beating hearts, cells dividing, code being written, oceans rising, blooming flowers, dying crops, the great flood, continental drift, the universe expanding, poetry, pain, the big bang, empires rising and falling, the birth of his ancestors, the death of his great-great-great-great-great-grandchildren, all of the ends and the beginnings beginning and ending and beginning and ending and beginning and ending infinitely. He saw what Life is, and what Death signifies, and why Love is stronger than both. He saw a loop, a shining circle. He saw the way forward as he looked back. He hit the backspace button as he RETVRNed from this infinite space to his body, to his bedroom, to now. He understood now. No no i want you, he replied. Sorry for the late reply I was away from my keyboard. It wasn't a lie. He had been somewhere else. He wanted to reach through the black glass, through all the 0s and 1s, through the mess of wires under the ocean, through the cloud, to grab her, take her in his big gym arms and hold her, be one. He wanted her now as she was: messy and pure, bone of his bones, flesh of his flesh, this thing to be called woman. He'd reach through the wall before she hit it. He had to. It was a love story, it all was, everything is, and always has been.

I've had a pervasive feeling my entire life that something is deeply, badly wrong. Never been able to pin it down, but it's there. What about you?

Little punk drives through restaurant after they refused to serve him wings at closing time… pic.twitter.com/65p8uK4yUI

— Fight Mate (@FightMate) May 15, 2024