Among the more dumb attempts at political branding is the phrase "radical centrist", often used by both opponents and proponents of this purported ideology. It's OK to have moderate political views and to article them clearly, but there's nothing particularly radical about this.

— Nate Silver (@NateSilver538) May 7, 2024

Casual conversation in Manipur. pic.twitter.com/zrUMFN4GvR

— Pagan-Wing (@Times4India) May 6, 2024

Wtf are they videoing for anyway bomb them all and throw them somewhere in the jungles, animals will take care of the rest.

a few days ago he posted a kendrick lamar video. it stuck out a lil bit but not much. maybe he's just entertained?

then a lil bit later i see him retweeting kendricks tweets

https://twitter.com/jack/status/1786456513373937820

https://twitter.com/jack/status/1786613168791339374

https://twitter.com/jack/status/1786621609647702176

then he finishes it off with this tweet:

(like that and not like us are both drake disses)

https://twitter.com/jack/status/1787653754164035741

is jack really just a kendrick stan? is he a good kid in a madd city?

well it turns out jack was dating taylor rooks at one point

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https://blacksportsonline.com/2022/02/twitter-co-founder-jack-dorsey-dating-bleacher-report-taylor-rooks/

then later on she starts modeling for drakes women's line

https://hiphopdx.com/news/drake-taylor-rooks-model-ovo-womens-wear

she's with an entirely different dude now but anyone who knows about drake knows he loves fricking other dudes hoes for some reason. did drake cuck jack?

>instagram recommends me account promoting women in aviation

>something like 5% of pilots total in the US are women, so makes sense

>scroll through to judge women solely on looks

>most liked post ive seen for the account is an absolutely ugly

how in god's name do put up with this. Aren't foids supposed to be attention seekers. How can you handle losing attention to some dude that essentially decided grow his hair out and have a female haircut

I’m so sick of living paycheck to paycheck making $80k + a year. This world is fucking miserable and disgusting.

— samm 🫶🏼✨ (@yohosamm) May 5, 2024

https://twitter.com/treadlightlyer/status/1787487563726422523

Sounds reasonable:

https://twitter.com/yohosamm/status/1787345306369085607

Don't be a c*nt faced whore:

https://twitter.com/yohosamm/status/1787492546110710127

Just back from vacay but no money :(

https://twitter.com/SwannMarcus89/status/1787730536439362006

!chuds !nooticers

!fellas Who didn't do this

The Trudeau regime has introduced an Orwellian new law called the Online Harms Bill C-63, which will give police the power to retroactively search the Internet for ‘hate speech’ violations and arrest offenders, even if the offence occurred before the law existed.
This new bill is… pic.twitter.com/4ROF332xR9

— Camus (@newstart_2024) May 7, 2024

The Trudeau regime has introduced an Orwellian new law called the Online Harms Bill C-63, which will give police the power to retroactively search the Internet for ‘hate speech' violations and arrest offenders, even if the offence occurred before the law existed.

This new bill is aimed at safeguarding the masses from so-called “hate speech.”

https://Revolver.news reports: The real shocker in this bill is the alarming retroactive aspect. Essentially, whatever you've said in the past can now be weaponized against you by today's draconian standards. Historian Dr. Muriel Blaive has weighed in on this draconian law, labeling it outright “mad.” She points out how it literally spits in the face of all Western legal traditions, especially the one about only being punished if you infringed on a law that was valid at the time of committing a crime.

https://thepeoplesvoice.tv/canada-to-imprison-anyone-who-has-ever-posted-hate-speech-online/

!marks

JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL

(Kept in shorthand.)

4 May.—I found that my landlord had got a letter from the Count, directing him to secure the best place on the coach for me; but on making inquiries as to details he seemed somewhat reticent, and pretended that he could not understand my German. This could not be true, because up to then he had understood it perfectly; at least, he answered my questions exactly as if he did. He and his wife, the old lady who had received me, looked at each other in a frightened sort of way. He mumbled out that the money had been sent in a letter, and that was all he knew. When I asked him if he knew Count Dracula, and could tell me anything of his castle, both he and his wife crossed themselves, and, saying that they knew nothing at all, simply refused to speak further. It was so near the time of starting that I had no time to ask any one else, for it was all very mysterious and not by any means comforting.

Just before I was leaving, the old lady came up to my room and said in a very hysterical way:

"Must you go? Oh! young Herr, must you go?" She was in such an excited state that she seemed to have lost her grip of what German she knew, and mixed it all up with some other language which I did not know at all. I was just able to follow her by asking many questions. When I told her that I must go at once, and that I was engaged on important business, she asked again:

"Do you know what day it is?" I answered that it was the fourth of May. She shook her head as she said again:

"Oh, yes! I know that! I know that, but do you know what day it is?" On my saying that I did not understand, she went on:

"It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that to-night, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway? Do you know where you are going, and what you are going to?" She was in such evident distress that I tried to comfort her, but without effect. Finally she went down on her knees and implored me not to go; at least to wait a day or two before starting. It was all very ridiculous but I did not feel comfortable. However, there was business to be done, and I could allow nothing to interfere with it. I therefore tried to raise her up, and said, as gravely as I could, that I thanked her, but my duty was imperative, and that I must go. She then rose and dried her eyes, and taking a crucifix from her neck offered it to me. I did not know what to do, for, as an English Churchman, I have been taught to regard such things as in some measure idolatrous, and yet it seemed so ungracious to refuse an old lady meaning so well and in such a state of mind. She saw, I suppose, the doubt in my face, for she put the rosary round my neck, and said, "For your mother's sake," and went out of the room. I am writing up this part of the diary whilst I am waiting for the coach, which is, of course, late; and the crucifix is still round my neck. Whether it is the old lady's fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual. If this book should ever reach Mina before I do, let it bring my good-bye. Here comes the coach!

Tim Pool may be the most insecure man in media.

He can't survive without that beanie hiding his baldness. https://t.co/sD4RnfkauT pic.twitter.com/rEvuktzb1E

— Peter Henlein (@SwissWatchGuy) May 5, 2024

It's different for you dude

Such a balding b-word

When was the last time you jumped?

Sometime during the past day - 9 votes

Sometime during the past week - 5 votes

Sometime during the past month - 2 votes

Sometime during the past year - 2 votes

Longer than a year ago - 0 votes

!chuds

some others