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Fulchrum posted:Generally seeing if any of you will stop defending the KKK as poor misguided victims of the rich. I feel pretty comfortable being opposed to that. What do you hope to gain, though?
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Am I missing something, or is that a grossly stupid willful misunderstanding of what Obamacare is, after it's been in effect for years?
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Xander77 posted:Am I missing something, or is that a grossly stupid willful misunderstanding of what Obamacare is, after it's been in effect for years? Why would the present be any different than the entire history of Obamacare so far, among both proponents and opponents?
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 Today's big story is the new energy plan of South Australian premier Jay Weatherill, who has said his state needs to go it alone with a new gas and battery backup and the power to put a boot up the backside of private energy companies if needed. David Pope:  (Guy in glasses is SA premier Jay Weatherill). David Rowe:  (City of Churches is used to describe Adelaide, capital of South Australia).
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Improbable Lobster posted:Racism is a class issue, like I have been saying this entire time. Christs sake dude, this is pathetic. Communist Netherlands invades America??
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Nenonen posted:Communist Netherlands invades America?? Honestly it misses the easy joke that an upside down US flag is a signal of distress.
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To update: A Political cartoon praising right wing Dutch politician https://twitter.com/v_of_europe/status/840724494113206272 Was shared by an R-IA who added: https://twitter.com/SteveKingIA/status/840980755236999169 Thankfully he went on tv last night and made it clear that no, he definitely meant everything he said http://insider.foxnews.com/2017/03/13/steve-king-tweet-geert-wilders-immigration-all-about-culture-not-race-someone-elses
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It will never not be insane to me that people try to argue "having an opinion about a specific person is exactly like having a blanket opinion about an entire group of people because they're both mean opinions." Literally judging by a person's character rather than the colour of their skin is exactly the same as racism, having a problem with a specific woman is exactly the same as misogyny.
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Trapezium Dave posted:First Dog on the Moon: Political Cartoons 2017: it is the fluoride in them that makes the chemtrails halal
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Mar 14, 2017 12:16
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Hey Allie. Maybe they want the same result.
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Taciturn Tactician posted:It will never not be insane to me that people try to argue "having an opinion about a specific person is exactly like having a blanket opinion about an entire group of people because they're both mean opinions." Literally judging by a person's character rather than the colour of their skin is exactly the same as racism, having a problem with a specific woman is exactly the same as misogyny.
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Cat Mattress posted:Hey Allie. Maybe they want the same result. (JJ is apparently still writing in lieu of drawing, and I had to share that pearl of wisdom)
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Flat White My Bill Daisy Cousens Daisy Cousens 14 March 2017 2:25 PM I met Bill Leak just the once. It was at a dinner party; my old boss at Quadrant Magazine was heading back to England after a wonderful term of service in Australia. He was having a feast at Alegrias Spanish restaurant in Balmain. Officially his Editorial Assistant, I preferred to call myself ‘John O’Sullivan’s Girl Friday’. It sounded very ‘naughty secretary’, and was a conscious snub to the feminist left (for whom I always seek new ways to irritate). I arrived first, of course, to make sure all was well with the booking, and to take care of any early arrivals. Decked to the nines as usual, manoeuvring my way into the private dining room in my pencil skirt and teetering heels, quietly fretting over whether my lipstick was bleeding, I met John’s first guest. A gentleman by the name of Peter Smith; journalist and commentator, with a charming smile and open demeanour. As we went through the usual small talk, another guest walked through the door. He was a tall, wiry man, with short silver hair and a startlingly handsome face. He carried himself with an air of someone perpetually searching; be it for coffee, company, or perhaps something more ethereal. But what struck me were his anxious eyes. This was a man with many secrets. “Am I in the right place?” he queried. “John O’Sullivan’s farewell dinner?” I replied. “Yes!” he replied, relief flooding his somewhat-weathered face. “Hi,” he continued, extending his hand. “I’m Bill.” “Bill,” I thought to myself. I quickly ran over the guest list in my head; Helen, Tim, two Peters, John and Keith of course – I knew who this was. “Bill Leak?” I replied, my voice embarrassingly high. “Hel – hello! So nice to meet you! I’m Daisy…John O’Sullivan’s Girl Friday.” “’John O’Sullivan’s Girl Friday?’” he repeated, his face amused and pleased. “What a wonderful way to introduce yourself!” I laughed, nobody had ever had that reaction to my unofficial title before. I usually got looks of bewilderment at best. I very much knew of Bill Leak. John spoke of him often, always with fondness and respect. I had included him on group emails, put him on guest lists, and of course, had heard about that particular cartoon. He seemed a man of great prestige, intellect, and daring, all of which he was, but not in the way I expected. I had anticipated a rather wizened, perhaps balding man of about seventy, a recluse with an air of cynicism. This was a gentleman, whose handsome face and unstudied smile left me strangely weak. This was Bill Leak. And I was pleased. “Won’t you sit down? I offered. “Thank you,” he replied. He sat next to me, and I couldn’t help but stare. There was a presence about this man, a sharp wit and effortless charisma. But above all, there was kindness. I could tell by the generosity with which he gave of his energy. There was nothing pretentious, nothing fabricated. The easy charm created conversations as easily as a snuffed candle created smoke. He was an artist, after all, genuinely interested in everything humanity had to offer. Always interested, always observing. And always thinking. I could see it in his eyes, still anxious, but less so now. We talked all night. Islam, immigration, feminism, feminism again, the Liberal Party, much about Donald Trump, once more, my anger at third-wave feminists for neglecting the truly needy in countries under Islamic rule. All our views were shared commodities, there was not a topic we disagreed on. In the hours I knew him, I realised he was unique. A precious intellect, and an earnestness in everything he said and did. I brought up the cartoon. I could tell it was always burning the back of his brain. And I was curious. “You know, Bill,” I said, late into the evening. Neither one of us had been drinking, this conversation was unclouded. “I cannot, for the life me, work out why people had that reaction to your cartoon.” Simple words, but he could sense my despair and confusion behind them. He paused. “I can, Daisy,” he began. He did not shy away. This experience was such that it shrouded his every moment. “Have you ever heard of a Freudian theory called ‘negation’?” I said I hadn’t. He continued. “Freud uses the example of a mother who does not really love her child. Her outward behaviour would be to shower the child with love, praise, presents, and endless affection. But it’s all a lie; an act to cover up what her total disconnect with her child. She is compensating, masking her indifference as best she can, not just from other people, but herself.” “So you mean,” I continued as his voice trailed off, “that those who were outraged, who became histrionic, who damned you to hell and back, actually knew you were telling the truth?” “Yes,” he nodded slowly. “Not only that, they were aware of their own bigotry. And it scared them. So, as those sorts of people inevitably do, they lashed out. And I copped the full weight of their hatefulness.” I was stunned. This was my theory of the noisy, hypocritical, regressive left; that their emphatic insistence on tolerance, empathy, and diversity was all a sham. That actually, given their blind intolerance of anyone with a different opinion, all the very worst bigots, homophobes, racists, misogynists, and every other label they had so unjustly ascribed to Bill, were on the left. Bill, an artist who had suffered so incredibly, would be more aware than anyone of the human condition; its excesses, its beauty, but above all, it’s failures. That was how he could so perfectly capture a feeling, a frustration, a truth that needed to be told, with just a few strokes of his brush. And most importantly, he dared to tell it. He was unique in his courage. And I was besotted. He had to leave early. He hugged me, that smile etched into his face. “Daisy, so, so wonderful to meet you,” he said. ‘You’ll go far, my girl.” And with that, he was gone. My disappointment to see him leave surprised me. From that encounter, just a few hours long, I was somehow changed. To spend time with Bill Leak, however painfully brief, was to encounter something you do not find anywhere else. And you are blessed to have known it. There was the car trip. On the way back from Canberra, with me as his passenger, Nick Cater received a call. Satisfied from a wonderful couple of days at Menzies, but half asleep, I registered Bill’s voice on the phone. He sounded joyous; there was none of the hidden anguish I had heard that night at dinner. He was speaking of his upcoming book launch. I had delighted in the title when he told me at dinner, with determination in his anxious eyes. I am a provocateur. I make it my business to trigger snowflakes. ‘Trigger Warning’ suited me just fine. I laughed at something Bill said; he was on loudspeaker, and he heard. “Who’s that in the car with you?” he asked. “It’s Daisy,” Nick replied. I expected Bill to ask my last name. He didn’t. “Daisy? Beautiful Daisy?” he exclaimed. “Yep, beautiful Daisy,” Nick repeated. “Yes, yes it’s me!” I replied. “Beautiful Daisy, beautiful girl!” he continued. “How are you?” “I’m well,” I answered, suddenly wide awake. “And I’m excited for your launch.” “Me too!” he said gleefully. The book launch arrived. I was late. I could only stay for about forty-five minutes. The room was packed, and all were buzzing. I thought to myself that Bill must be the most popular man in Sydney, at least among conservatives I saw Bill from a distance, he seemed to be checking his phone. I could have gone to him, congratulated him, told him how overjoyed I was he’d done it. He’d won. But the crowd closed too quickly. I was nervous about staying too long, so I let the opening slip. The speeches started. Shifting from foot to foot, I waited for Bill’s, checking the time every two minutes or so. Bill finally began; he joked, we all laughed. I was amazed he could still laugh like that. Bill was a pioneer for me; silly little me, who has suffered a fraction of the harassment he has but who shamefully cries with frustration, all the time, when it happens. Time was up. I scurried towards the elevator, hoping the clip clop of my most immobile heels wouldn’t interrupt the great man. I took one last look at Bill as the elevator doors closed. His face disappeared. Friday. Lunchtime. I was chatting animatedly with my friend Rick on my lunchbreak, glowing with pride over my appearance on The Bolt Report a few nights prior, purring with self-satisfaction. My phone dinged; it was a friend, Caleb Bond, in Adelaide. “Oh my God. Bill Leak is dead,” read the text. “What?!” I exclaimed, my voice little more than a squeak. “What’s wrong?” said Rick, instantly worried. I said nothing, just showed him my phone screen. His face paled. The noise of the food court dulled. All I could hear was the vacuum of quiet shock; the kind that only comes with catastrophe. My face grew hot. Tears pricked the back of my eyes. I blinked them away; not here. I tried to go back to work. I couldn’t concentrate. Instead I put on my sunglasses and walked the CBD. Tears were falling down my cheeks, barely masked by the dark lenses. It was only then I realised the profound effect this good, kind, courageous soul had had on me. He should have been a big part of my life; a mentor, a guide. I will always regret that moment I left the launch.
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Reminder that Fulchrum sucks so much he got chased out of the Bone sharktank despite making GBS threads on it just as much as everyone else. Also where he posted a selfie and ultimately outed himself as Deak.
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Ha ha look at this loving snowflake getting all triggered, classic.
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I once spent hours discussing liberals with Bill Leak. He agreed when I said that feminists should not desire equal treatment when Islam still exists. He kept pointing out that liberals were the real racists, which I did not dispute.
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Starshark posted:My Bill lol
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Vib Rib posted:Ha ha look at this loving snowflake getting all triggered, classic. 
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Bold, intrepid, principled lifelong liberal who fights for the rights of the oppressed, writing post #96 of his argument in defense of rich people: "Yes. This is the hill I will die on."
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Also here's a Bennett Remember last week when the President accused the last President of a federal crime with no evidence? Yeah, neither does anyone else, we've moved on
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loquacius posted:Also here's a Bennett The due date for the White House to turn over any evidence of wiretapping was yesterday.
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Baloogan posted:in any case the USSR was never communist so lol Hey this, by the way. "Communism" was established in some really lovely countries for communism. If you threw 50 communists in a desert without any water and they all died of thirst, it wouldn't be evidence that communism doesn't work.
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quote:Kellyanne Conway, President Trump's senior adviser, said her comments on using a microwave oven as a surveillance device had been taken out of context. She didn't give the context they were meant in, instead she said she wasn't Inspector Gadget. No, really, she told CNN she wasn't Inspector Gadget and can't explain how, in her words, "microwaves ... turn into cameras". duz fucked around with this message at 14:50 on Mar 14, 2017 |
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duz posted:She didn't give the context they were meant in, instead she said she wasn't Inspector Gadget. No, really, she told CNN she wasn't Inspector Gadget and can't explain how, in her words, "microwaves ... turn into cameras". She meant microwave ovens? For some reason I thought she was talking about literal energy waves, which was amazing in a weird sci-fi sort of way. 
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Teriyaki Hairpiece posted:Hey this, by the way. "Communism" was established in some really lovely countries for communism. If you threw 50 communists in a desert without any water and they all died of thirst, it wouldn't be evidence that communism doesn't work. It would just be really bad luck!
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I posted:I expect the usual suspects to either 1) ignore it completely and HA HA LOOK OVER THERE A CRYBABY LIB or 2) "if only the dumb elephants would stop repairing the thing labeled 'Obamacare' then awesomeness would happen" Close enough.
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Pentaro posted:She meant microwave ovens? For some reason I thought she was talking about literal energy waves, which was amazing in a weird sci-fi sort of way. Yes, she very clearly heard about the Vault 7 leaks and got very confused as to what was meant by turning IoT devices into covert microphones.
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Technowolf posted:The due date for the White House to turn over any evidence of wiretapping was yesterday. Yeah that was less me criticizing Bennett and more me being cynical about the state our country is in
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Starshark posted:
"Yes, folks, it's true: this brain damaged retrograde old piece of poo poo who drew Sambos for a living and was, in print, barely more articulate than your racist uncle on Facebook who posts in all caps, was in actuality a Secret Genious and we mourn his loss. And now, why we should blow up Nauru."
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Lord Hydronium posted:Steve King's the rear end in a top hat who has a Confederate flag in his office despite representing a Union state, right? Yep: 
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loquacius posted:I still don't understand how people can fly both an American and a Confederate flag at the same time without noticing the hypocrisy It's a symbol of southern pride, not racism or secession or anything, duh
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