In a sense, this is also the point. They are different devices targeting different markets.
Trump is actually Hari Seldon and we're simply unable to comprehend his genius grasp of psychohistory.
If you're being serious, I think you share a widely held misconception around what "racism" is. The Romani are an ethnic group and you're saying "we" hate them (you could just stop here as anything beyond this is just rationalisation), not because of their ethnic group, but because of criminality within that ethnic group. That doesn't really make sense, if you think about it.
As long as no one gives them the idea that a hostile occupation is sustainable in perpetuity, we'll be fine.
Coca-Cola is still around. Doesn't mean I want to start drinking that piss again. Actually, I do, I really do.
The death of religious spirituality at the hands of religious identity.
No pressure? You don't think being upset about it counts? Does it count as pressure when she's upset with you about something? Is your version of freedom the one where we're all free to do things your way?
Is it all about the culture gap, or maybe it isn't about the culture gap at all? Maybe it's about the culture gap as she perceives it, rather than the culture gap as you perceive it?
Maybe you should start putting the person you love first? Perhaps that's in your own best interests anyway? Maybe you're just bad at being selfish?
Genuine serious question, and I'm certainly not implying that you should but, do you feel humiliated at all?
Hell yeah. I had OG Xbox live at my postgrad residence. At one point, my flatmate and I were ranked 6 in the world for doubles Top Spin. What a time.
It's always some obscure quote from the hadith about some homicidal tree. Most Muslims, like the other Abrahamic faithful, are just trying to stop trans people from having abortions.
Everything is an advertisement now. We even made ourselves into our own advertisements. The number 1 childhood aspiration is to become the most effective advertisement.
Pointing at Stephen Miller and exclaiming "Conflict of interest!" is like arriving late to a party and then farting quietly in a corner.