A lot of nostalgia, but at the same time, relief that I don't have to do that and it's just another day of the week. It's a performance I don't have to participate in, I guess. Have fun and stuff your faces, but I'll watch from afar.
She's not gathering more enemies, at least. I imagine she'll have to deal with the cancerous reps in some shape or form.
Or maybe you have no explanation because you drove yourself into a corner and are now hiding behind that pathetic excuse. That's very understandable.
Again, you're giving up before even trying. At least you're consistent.
Because Putin needs a stooge.
If you heat it up enough into steam, there's probably enough separation of molecules for a split microsecond at any given moment.
That insurance was a scam. People were praising how useful it could be in case the thing that it claims to solve would happen. But I kept hearing the insurers would use whatever bullshit excuse in the fine print to not pay out. Years later, Luigi happened.
The microphone kept limping down, so he decided to help it out. ๐
Just so you know, the Reagans had plenty of gay friends living in glass closets. Nancy in particular would go out with gay male escorts to gala events without Ronald. He was fine with this because he knew they wouldn't make a move. Hell, even his best friend was gay and I think lived with them at a personal farm they had for some time.
What they were afraid of was public perception. So while they were privately fine with gay people being around, Ronald famously omitted his best friend from his memoir when he learned he had been infected with HIV. Because what would people say??
Seems like a common trend in conservative circles.
Source: Secret City: The Hidden History of Gay Washington by James Kirchick
Well, a little because of the prize, tbh.
A different type of false move, and you're dad.