More like BURN IN THERMONUCLEAR PERDITION.
I couldn't finish it. I ate about half of it before the accumulated spice got to be too much for me. Then I gave up and had a PBJ instead. But my mouth is still burning. I hope my taste buds don't fall off.
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Enjoy your new rules. When you want to go back to the old rules, let us know. Trump stated that 3,000 people did not die on Puerto Rico after hurricane Maria. It was less than 20 when he left the island--departing after his post-disaster visit--stayed there for a while, and suddenly skyrocketed to 3,000 dead, and he mentioned this in a tweet.
Apparently the guy didn't like this assertion and told Trump, via twitter, "go fuck yourself with a pineapple". He can't help but sneer and posture about "Trump's victims", claiming that Trump is at fault for the deaths. (Rather than, y'know, the corrupt local government that kept aid from the people who needed it so they had backdrops to pose in front of, for the media.)
As a response to this dildo's unhinged Trump Derangement Syndrome, a bunch of pro-Trump folks started mobbing him. Much the same way SJWs target and mob right-winge writers they've decided to cancel.
Well, sauce, goose, gander, etc.
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By the way, according to one commentor, "The book has a character named Fonald Plump. Fonald. Plump."
...such insightful and biting political commentary!
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You can't be powerful in the USA unless you take "the ticket". That's how certain elements want it, because that way they own you and can make you do what they want. Like that judge who set antifa rioter bails at one million, only to have a change of heart and reduce them by an order of magnitude.
"Judge, here's a couple of snippets of your browser history from last week."
"Aieee! How do you have that?"
"Do you really think we can't get into any computer we want to? Now, you're going to keep really quiet about this meeting--it never happened--and you're going to have a change of heart about those bails you set when our lawyers come visit you next week with a petition."
"Do you think those assholes can afford decent legal representation? They're complete failures. Without the Organization the best they'd mangage would be salting french fries and pulling lattes. For the time being we need to keep up our end of the bargain, and that includes 'no one goes to jail'. For now. Bah--I talk too much. So: let 'em have a reasonable bail, that's all we're asking...or else the world learns just how much you like to look at--"
"All right! All right!"
I am not saying or implying that the judge in this case has any kind of serious perversion or kink or fetish or paraphilia. Maybe it's "My Little Pony" fanfic, which would ruin the appearance of austere, sedate judiciousness. Maybe he likes furry futanari shotacon manga. Maybe he's just a regular guy but his wife doesn't like it when he looks at pictures of pretty, naked twentysomething women with large breasts. Maybe it's something else entirely and not even remotely sex-related. Whatever it is that the Organization has on him--whatever the Organization has on everyone who's a member and subject to its notice--they always have a lever to use to keep people in line. "We gave you this power and prosperity, and we can take it away in an instant--and ruin you completely in the process."
...and so when you take "the ticket" you do what you are told to do, no matter what you personally think of it. After a while you get used to doing it, and the requests take you farther and farther beyond your former principles.
There's all kinds of things you get to do, all kinds of perks and luxuries and temptations and delights...but o Lord when you pass on and finally meet your Maker, the price you pay....
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Well, that grass ain't gonna cut itself. I'd better get moving.