In just the first ten minutes I’ve been at this pub, I’ve heard this guy talk about:
• All the classes he’s taken
• All the jobs he’s had
• All the jobs he’s qualified to do
• And has studied to do
• But won’t do (???)
• And has turned down (!!!)
• Because reasons
• He needs money
• But, he has principles
• Also, here’s three dozen terrible start-up ideas he thinks are absolutely brilliant
• Nobody wants to embrace his vision
I’ve been trying to mentally will his head to explode, but I’m sorry to say, it’s not working.
Everything that needs to change about society according to this guy is directly related to what he is and isn’t willing to do for a job.
He also doesn’t seem to have a smart phone. He’s now loudly joking about them being “dumb phones.”
Like, *whips out calling card with 8 mins left on it*
“You can still create a socialist world under a capitalist system!”
He just started talking about Bernie Sanders. Oh my lord.
“That’s how you combat this two party system. Make coalitions. Make coalitions of likeminded people.”
No wonder this moron can’t find a job.
God,
now he’s talking about Hillary’s VP choices.
Guys, I wish I was making this up, but I’m not.
I’m not COMPLETELY sure but I *think* this motherfucker might have just called Tammy Duckworth a “peg leg.”
God,
I hope this guy gets his hand stuck in a toaster and his foot stuck in a Winnie the Pooh style ‘hunny’ pot and falls ass backwards out an open window in his underwear.
This guy just said people are disenfranchised from voting simply because “they don’t feel like it’s important to vote.”
Uh, “attitude” is not an actual cause of disenfranchisement.
“I mean, I feel politically disempowered, but I also don’t get involved!” His friend just said this. Oh my god.
Both of these guys are the embodiment of every stereotype and it’s painful.
They (FUCKING FINALLY) left a few minutes ago, but I’m pretty sure the mere thought of ANY woman becoming president was enough to make them bristle.
I really wanted to start shouting insane shit:
“WE SHOULD BUILD TINY GUILLOTINES FOR THE DICKS OF OUR ENEMIES!”
I’d like to dedicate this song to that dude:
I have aged numerous years in the past hour.
—emily duchaine
Flommist Emily Duchaine lives in the Pacific Northwest. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and listen to the Talking Heads. She pretends to be a professional businesswoman most days. Copyright © 2018 Emily Duchaine.
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