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Re: Forced birth [Re: Lynnch]
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What’s the legal limit when hunting MAGA Trumpers?
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I wouldn't force that on everyone, but I definitely want the right to die for myself. Only a few states allow it.
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koods said: What’s the legal limit when hunting MAGA Trumpers?
Five per day, but you're supposed to throw the small ones back.
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Hartford said: People like Enlil are a disgrace to the shroomery and a bad reflection on the benefits of psilocybin mushrooms.
Says the religious nut who harasses people while wearing an a-frame . Like, get some hobbies that don’t involve telling people how to live.
Youd be at home on some street corner preaching about armageddon. You make all us reasonable drug users look crazy.
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Re: Forced birth [Re: mushboy]
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Hartford said: People like Enlil are a disgrace to the shroomery and a bad reflection on the benefits of psilocybin mushrooms.
Says the religious nut who harasses people while wearing an a-frame . Like, get some hobbies that don’t involve telling people how to live.
Youd be at home on some street corner preaching about armageddon. You make all us reasonable drug users look crazy.
You're not reasonable. It's not reasonable to support infanticide.
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My phone won’t allow me to type infanticide it keeps auto correcting to infantile.
The phone knows how ridiculous that statement is why don’t you?
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shivas.wisdom said: Someone's never heard of Shiva's manifestation as Bholenath - the simple minded Lord of Fools.
You are a disgrace to the name Shiva. Please let me know when you plan on coming down to the States to shoot some MAGA Trumpers that you have arbitrarily labeled fascists, I'd like to witness you in your final moments before you give it all for your dark masters.
You remind me of Daksha.
Daksha is the son of the creator god, Brahma. He was born of Brahma's mind. For some ten thousand years this noble son of Brahma heated himself in strenuous ascetic exercises and, as a result, was made the chief of the prajapatis, who are the minor creators and patriarchs.
Since Brahma's mind-born creatures could not multiply, he ordered his son Daksha to invent sexual intercourse so that creation might multiply as it should. Thereupon Daksha, as chief priest, sacrificed the androgynous cosmic unity, creating males and females among the gods, titans, nagas, cattle, birds, heavenly singers and dancers, and all other creatures.
But when Daksha's sons heard of the mysterious, three-eyed god, they lost their sexual desires and refused to multiply. Instead, they followed Shiva's footsteps as wandering monks, losing themselves in the infinity of the universe. At that, the chief priest and cocreator became very annoyed with the ascetic god. But he went on creating many other creatures, including sixty very beautiful daughters of whom ten are married to Dharma, twenty-seven to Soma, and the rest to various gods.
The youngest and most lovely daughter is shiny Uma (light). Already as a child, she had fallen in love with the mysterious three-eyed god. When the maiden mentioned her heart's desire to her father Daksha, he would not even hear of it. Had he not already had enough trouble with this madman? In no way could he approve of a dirty beggar, an uncombed Long-hair with snakes dangling from his ash-covered body, and a dope fiend, to boot, as his future son-in-law!
When Uma became of marriageable age, her marriage was not arranged, as is the custom with common people. Being a princess, she had the right of swayamvara, that is, the privilege of choosing her own husband. All the princes and outstanding bachelors of the three worlds were invited to the swayamvara festival, in order that she might pick one as her proper and fitting mate. Naturally, Shiva, the social outsider, was not invited.
Uma looked about the great hall where thousands of young, eligible nobles, one more handsome than the next, vied for her attention. But as she looked, she became ever sadder. Her tear-filled eyes could not discover her one and only true love among them all, so that she might place the flower garland around his neck to indicate her preference. With a gesture of desperation, she finally flung the wreath into the air, as she was unable to choose another. Miraculously, Shiva appeared all of a sudden and caught the wreath. Daksha was aghast. Grandfather Brahma, however, told the irate father that it was destined and that he should bless the marriage. When the elaborate wedding ceremony was completed, he presented his new son-in-law with a milk-white bull, as Aryan custom demands. Then, mounted on the back of the animal, which they named Nandi, the divine pair rode north.
As they approached Kailash Mountain, Shiva's wilderness home, the wolves began to howl and the ghosts to wail. Forest devils and rock gnomes rolled down the slopes, laughing insanely and merrily. With wild dancing, drinking, and buffoonery, they celebrated the honeymoon couple. Finally, the god and goddess retired to the mountaintop where they lived without a roof over their heads and spent their days in blissful lovemaking.
One day much later, Daksha, the chief priest, staged a gigantic sacrificial celebration, a yajna, to which all the celestials, the rishis, and the seers were invited. As the proud prajapati, Daksha, entered the sacred, grass-covered arena, all the gods and goddesses, even great Vishnu, rose from their seats. Only Shiva did not stand up. That apparent slight grievously upset Daksha. Never again would he invite this shameless son-in-law to a sacred ceremony! Neither this mischief-maker, nor that ruined wench who was once his daughter but now was seen dancing in the company of ghouls in graveyards, should ever again receive a portion of the sacrifices reserved for the gods. This Daksha swore by all that was holy.
Sometime thereafter, Daksha organized one of the greatest of Aryan sacrifices, the ashwamedha (horse sacrifice). Shiva and Uma did not find out about it until they saw all the brilliant chariots of the gods whizzing by on their way to the sacrificial fields and a relative stopped to tell them what was going on. Uma was quite upset. "How dare my father refuse Thee, who art the Universe itself, thy proper share of the offering! How canst Thou sit there so calmly as though it concerneth Thee not?"
Shiva tried to calm her gushing anger. "What difference does it make, my beloved! These bloody sacrifices mean little to me. Those who sing to me in their hearts and offer their souls to me in devotion are dearer to me than these arrogant Brahmins with their burnt meat and monotone chanting!"
But these wise words did not appease Uma. She insisted on her right as a goddess to be part of the horse sacrifice. Uninvited, she went to the ceremonial ground with a small retinue. Her reception was frosty. Though she humbly touched her parent's feet, her greeting was not even acknowledged. She, nonetheless, demanded to know, in the assembled presence of the gods, why she and her husband had not been invited. The impudence of his daughter caused Daksha to explode angrily, "That horrible man of ashes! That chief of all that is ugly and contemptible! Not Shiva, the gracious one, but Ashiva, the wicked one, should he be called! Let it be known once and for all, this devil is banned from all the rituals of the righteous!"
This curse was too much for lovely Uma to bear. Some say that her anger heated her so much that she burst into flame. Others say that she jumped into the ritual fire and burned like a sacrifice. In this way, she became the first suttee. Ever since, it has been the custom of honourable Hindu widows to cremate themselves voluntarily on the funeral pyre of the husbands (at least until British colonial law put a stop to it). After this dreadful event, the priests drove Uma's retinue off, hurling curses, and then continued the ceremony.
When Nandi and the sadhus told Shiva what had happened, it was his turn to become angry. His wrath exploded volcanically. In a burst of rage, he tore a bunch of hair from his scalp and trashed the ground so hard with it that it split and turned into the two most terrible creatures the world had ever seen. Towering infernally, there stood a thousand-headed, thousand-legged, pitch black monster, dripping with blood and armed with invincible weapons, including huge fangs. It was Virabhadra: outrage made visible! Next to him loomed black Bhadrakali, hunching on a murderous tiger, naked except for a necklace of severed heads and a skirt of ripped-off arms, terrible and bloodthirsty: the picture of destructive revenge! They silently awaited Shiva's orders. "Go! Destroy the sacrifice of the Brahmins!" was his command.
In the meantime, at the sacrificial ground, ill omens indicated that things were going awry. Jackals were heard howling between the uttering of the sacred spells. Daksha felt a stinging pain in the left side of his body. Black thunderclouds, out of which three-pronged lightning bolts flashed, darkened the blue sky.
Suddenly, with a roaring din, the wild storm broke out over the field and, with it, the terrible horde of howling storm spirits (rudras and maruts), with Virabhadra and Bhadrakali at their head, descended upon the celebration. Reaching for their weapons, the gods swung themselves on their mounts, only to be battered and scattered by the attacking horde. Meanwhile, the might rishi Bhrigu, pouring libations into the sacred flames while uttering powerful spells, raised a magical army of demons to fend off the attacking rudras. But it was all in vain.
Finally, after Indra had fallen wounded from his elephant and Vishnu was knocked unconscious, the gods fled to Mount Kailash to beg Shiva to restrain his anger and show mercy.
All the while, Shiva's unsavory hordes lay waste to the ceremonial site. They set the tents aflame and threw the priests and singers, as well as the sacrificial posts, to which the horses were still tied, into the river. They knocked the eyes out of the head of the old Aryan guardian of private property, Bhaga. Virabhadra rammed his foot into the mouth of the Aryan god of cattle, Pushan, breaking all of his teeth out so that henceforth, he could only eat mush and bananas. They urinated into the holy fire, thus defiling it. And finally, Virabhadra sliced off Daksha's head.
The gods acknowledged their defeat and lay prostate at Shiva's feet. Their hands folded, they accorded him first rank, praising him as Mahadev, 'God of Gods'. At that, he was very pleased. He threw off his manifestation of wild Rudra and turned into the friendly, peaceful Shankar. Now the gods begged him to bring their fallen comrade, Daksha, back to life. Being in a happy mood, Shiva fulfilled their request. But, since the cocreator's head was missing, having been either burned in the fire or devoured by one of the ghouls, Shiva took the head of a billy goat and, with superb surgical skill, fastened it to Daksha's body. From then on, this prajapati is always shown with the head of a goat. Having been raised from the dead, he prays to Shiva without cessation, bleating "bom, bom, bom," as (Indian) goats are known to do.
Now that Daksha's illusions of grandeur had been destroyed and his spirit, formerly clouded by false pride, had cleared up, his father, Brahma, could initiate him into the truth. He told his goat-headed son, "Surely, the Gracious One, whose banner is the white bull, has freed you from your illusion. It is he, Shiva, who dwells in all hearts! It is to him that the singers of the Vedas, who are one with Brahman, have sung their verses. He is the Self, the Seed, and the Goal. To him all mantras are directed. Truly, those who think that Vishnu, Womb of the Universe, is someone other than Shiva, are mistaken and do not understand the Vedas!"
Some of the priests and rishis, who were scorched by the conflagration of the battlefield, or who had swum to safety, still cling to the mistaken notion that Shiva is unclean and of little worth. They continue to believe, to this day, that only Vishnu is worthy of worship. Though they are reborn as Brahmins again and again, as a result of their asceticism and impeccable lives, they remain in error. Only at the very end of this Kali Yuga will they achieve insight.
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shivas.wisdom said: Someone's never heard of Shiva's manifestation as Bholenath - the simple minded Lord of Fools.
You are a disgrace to the name Shiva. Please let me know when you plan on coming down to the States to shoot some MAGA Trumpers that you have arbitrarily labeled fascists, I'd like to witness you in your final moments before you give it all for your dark masters.
You remind me of Daksha.
Daksha is the son of the creator god, Brahma. He was born of Brahma's mind. For some ten thousand years this noble son of Brahma heated himself in strenuous ascetic exercises and, as a result, was made the chief of the prajapatis, who are the minor creators and patriarchs.
Since Brahma's mind-born creatures could not multiply, he ordered his son Daksha to invent sexual intercourse so that creation might multiply as it should. Thereupon Daksha, as chief priest, sacrificed the androgynous cosmic unity, creating males and females among the gods, titans, nagas, cattle, birds, heavenly singers and dancers, and all other creatures.
But when Daksha's sons heard of the mysterious, three-eyed god, they lost their sexual desires and refused to multiply. Instead, they followed Shiva's footsteps as wandering monks, losing themselves in the infinity of the universe. At that, the chief priest and cocreator became very annoyed with the ascetic god. But he went on creating many other creatures, including sixty very beautiful daughters of whom ten are married to Dharma, twenty-seven to Soma, and the rest to various gods.
The youngest and most lovely daughter is shiny Uma (light). Already as a child, she had fallen in love with the mysterious three-eyed god. When the maiden mentioned her heart's desire to her father Daksha, he would not even hear of it. Had he not already had enough trouble with this madman? In no way could he approve of a dirty beggar, an uncombed Long-hair with snakes dangling from his ash-covered body, and a dope fiend, to boot, as his future son-in-law!
When Uma became of marriageable age, her marriage was not arranged, as is the custom with common people. Being a princess, she had the right of swayamvara, that is, the privilege of choosing her own husband. All the princes and outstanding bachelors of the three worlds were invited to the swayamvara festival, in order that she might pick one as her proper and fitting mate. Naturally, Shiva, the social outsider, was not invited.
Uma looked about the great hall where thousands of young, eligible nobles, one more handsome than the next, vied for her attention. But as she looked, she became ever sadder. Her tear-filled eyes could not discover her one and only true love among them all, so that she might place the flower garland around his neck to indicate her preference. With a gesture of desperation, she finally flung the wreath into the air, as she was unable to choose another. Miraculously, Shiva appeared all of a sudden and caught the wreath. Daksha was aghast. Grandfather Brahma, however, told the irate father that it was destined and that he should bless the marriage. When the elaborate wedding ceremony was completed, he presented his new son-in-law with a milk-white bull, as Aryan custom demands. Then, mounted on the back of the animal, which they named Nandi, the divine pair rode north.
As they approached Kailash Mountain, Shiva's wilderness home, the wolves began to howl and the ghosts to wail. Forest devils and rock gnomes rolled down the slopes, laughing insanely and merrily. With wild dancing, drinking, and buffoonery, they celebrated the honeymoon couple. Finally, the god and goddess retired to the mountaintop where they lived without a roof over their heads and spent their days in blissful lovemaking.
One day much later, Daksha, the chief priest, staged a gigantic sacrificial celebration, a yajna, to which all the celestials, the rishis, and the seers were invited. As the proud prajapati, Daksha, entered the sacred, grass-covered arena, all the gods and goddesses, even great Vishnu, rose from their seats. Only Shiva did not stand up. That apparent slight grievously upset Daksha. Never again would he invite this shameless son-in-law to a sacred ceremony! Neither this mischief-maker, nor that ruined wench who was once his daughter but now was seen dancing in the company of ghouls in graveyards, should ever again receive a portion of the sacrifices reserved for the gods. This Daksha swore by all that was holy.
Sometime thereafter, Daksha organized one of the greatest of Aryan sacrifices, the ashwamedha (horse sacrifice). Shiva and Uma did not find out about it until they saw all the brilliant chariots of the gods whizzing by on their way to the sacrificial fields and a relative stopped to tell them what was going on. Uma was quit upset. "How dare my father refuse Thee, who art the Universe itself, thy proper share of the offering! How canst Thou sit there so calmly as though it concerneth Thee not?"
Shiva tried to calm her gushing anger. "What difference does it make, my beloved! These bloody sacrifices mean little to me. Those who sing to me in their hearts and offer their souls to me in devotion are dearer to me than these arrogant Brahmins with their burnt meat and monotone chanting!"
But these wise words did not appease Uma. She insisted on her right as a goddess to be part of the horse sacrifice. Uninvited, she went to the ceremonial ground with a small retinue. Her reception was frosty. Though she humbly touched her parent's feet, her greeting was not even acknowledged. She, nonetheless, demanded to know, in the assembled presence of the gods, why she and her husband had not been invited. The impudence of his daughter caused Daksha to explode angrily, "That horrible man of ashes! That chief of all that is ugly and contemptible! Not Shiva, the gracious one, but Ashiva, the wicked one, should he be called! Let it be known once and for all, this devil is banned from all the rituals of the righteous!"
This curse was too much for lovely Uma to bear. Some say that her anger heated her so much that she burst into flame. Others say that she jumped into the ritual fire and burned like a sacrifice. In this way, she became the first suttee. Ever since, it has been the custom of honourable Hindu widows to cremate themselves voluntarily on the funeral pyre of the husbands (at least until British colonial law put a stop to it). After this dreadful event, the priests drove Uma's retinue off, hurling curses, and then continued the ceremony.
When Nandi and the sadhus told Shiva what had happened, it was his turn to become angry. His wrath exploded volcanically. In a burst of rage, he tore a bunch of hair from his scalp and trashed the ground so hard with it that it split and turned into the two most terrible creatures the world had ever seen. Towering infernally, there stood a thousand-headed, thousand-legged, pitch black monster, dripping with blood and armed with invincible weapons, including huge fangs. It was Virabhadra: outrage made visible! Next to him loomed black Bhadrakali, hunching on a murderous tiger, naked except for a necklace of severed heads and a skirt of ripped-off arms, terrible and bloodthirsty: the picture of destructive revenge! They silently awaited Shiva's orders. "Go! Destroy the sacrifice of the Brahmins!" was his command.
In the meantime, at the sacrificial ground, ill omens indicated that things were going awry. Jackals were heard howling between the uttering of the sacred spells. Daksha felt a stinging pain in the left side of his body. Black thunderclouds, out of which three-pronged lightning bolts flashed, darkened the blue sky.
Suddenly, with a roaring din, the wild storm broke out over the field and, with it, the terrible horde of howling storm spirits (rudras and maruts), with Virabhadra and Bhadrakali at their head, descended upon the celebration. Reaching for their weapons, the gods swung themselves on their mounts, only to be battered and scattered by the attacking horde. Meanwhile, the might rishi Bhrigu, pouring libations into the sacred flames while uttering powerful spells, raised a magical army of demons to fend off the attacking rudras. But it was all in vain.
Finally, after Indra had fallen wounded from his elephant and Vishnu was knocked unconscious, the gods fled to Mount Kailash to beg Shiva to restrain his anger and show mercy.
All the while, Shiva's unsavory hordes lay waste to the ceremonial site. They set the tents aflame and threw the priests and singers, as well as the sacrificial posts, to which the horses were still tied, into the river. They knocked the eyes out of the head of the old Aryan guardian of private property, Bhaga. Virabhadra rammed his foot into the mouth of the Aryan god of cattle, Pushan, breaking all of his teeth out so that henceforth, he could only eat mush and bananas. They urinated into the holy fire, thus defiling it. And finally, Virabhadra sliced off Daksha's head.
The gods acknowledged their defeat and lay prostate at Shiva's feet. Their hands folded, they accorded him first rank, praising him as Mahadev, 'God of Gods'. At that, he was very pleased. He threw off his manifestation of wild Rudra and turned into the friendly, peaceful Shankar. Now the gods begged him to bring their fallen comrade, Daksha, back to life. Being in a happy mood, Shiva fulfilled their request. But, since the cocreator's head was missing, having been either burned in the fire or devoured by one of the ghouls, Shiva took the head of a billy goat and, with superb surgical skill, fastened it to Daksha's body. From then on, this prajapati is always shown with the head of a goat. Having been raised from the dead, he prays to Shiva without cessation, bleating "bom, bom, bom," as (Indian) goats are known to do.
Now that Daksha's illusions of grandeur had been destroyed and his spirit, formerly clouded by false pride, had cleared up, his father, Brahma, could initiate him into the truth. He told his goat-headed son, "Surely, the Gracious One, whose banner is the white bull, has freed you from your illusion. It is he, Shiva, who dwells in all hearts! It is to him that the singers of the Vedas, who are one with Brahman, have sung their verses. He is the Self, the Seed, and the Goal. To him all mantras are directed. Truly, those who think that Vishnu, Womb of the Universe, is someone other than Shiva, are mistaken and do not understand the Vedas!"
Some of the priests and rishis, who were scorched by the conflagration of the battlefield, or who had swum to safety, still cling to the mistaken notion that Shiva is unclean and of little worth. They continue to believe, to this day, that only Vishnu is worthy of worship. Though they are reborn as Brahmins again and again, as a result of their asceticism and impeccable lives, they remain in error. Only at the very end of this Kali Yuga will they achieve insight.
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Deflecting by posting massive walls of irrelevant text doesn't change anything, Shiva. Or should I start calling you Daksha?
You refuse to confront your dark side.. your arrogance, your hypocrisy, your foolishness. That's fine, you hurt only yourself in the long run
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There's a part of me that really wishes that your crocodile tears and feigned outrage were more than an affectation.
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Hmm, same goes for you too. No matter - the longer you delay it, only means it will be harder for you when it is no longer avoidable
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You refuse to confront your dark side.. your arrogance, your hypocrisy, your foolishness. That's fine, you hurt only yourself in the long run
Just don't call me late to dinner.
 
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Yes just keep ignoring how you act like a hypocrite and most of the points you make contradict eachother by bringing up irrelevant nonsense. That way you will never have to face up to the fact that the supposed anti-fascist is simping for fascists in Ukraine and the supposed Shiva follower embraces random acts of violence against innocent civilians (so long as they're conservative civilians), and you'll never have to face up to the fact that you've become the very thing you supposedly hate 
You can be ignorant until the better end. But at-least you'll have plenty of company with koods, ballsalsa, kryptos, and the like. Truly matches made in heaven!
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chopstick said: Yes just keep ignoring how I act like a hypocrite and most of the points I make contradict eachother by bringing up irrelevant nonsense. That way I will never have to face up to the fact that the supposed anti-fascist is simping for fascists in Russia and the supposed Chopstick embraces random acts of violence against innocent civilians (so long as they're Ukrainian civilians), and I'll never have to face up to the fact that I've become the very thing I supposedly hate 
I can be ignorant until the better end. But at-least I'll have plenty of company with Falcon91Wolvrn03, stable genius, r3volution.gurl, and the like. Truly matches made in heaven!
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chopstick said: Yes just keep ignoring how I act like a hypocrite and most of the points I make contradict eachother by bringing up irrelevant nonsense. That way I will never have to face up to the fact that the supposed anti-fascist is simping for fascists in Russia and the supposed Chopstick embraces random acts of violence against innocent civilians (so long as they're Ukrainian civilians), and I'll never have to face up to the fact that I've become the very thing I supposedly hate 
I can be ignorant until the better end. But at-least I'll have plenty of company with Falcon91Wolvrn03, stable genius, r3volution.gurl, and the like. Truly matches made in heaven!
More deflection from you as usual shiva. Some small part of you knows I'm right, but your ignorance continues to shut down the rational side of yourself
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Hartford said: If scientists were able to keep a 20 week old fetus alive until fully developed and autonomous, would you then agree that this advancement in technology merits we restrict abortions after 20 weeks?
Sure.
Matter of fact, once we get fully autonomous incubation chambers, I'd support ending abortion as we know it, and freely taking embryos out of women and putting them into said incubation chambers on demand. Presumably they would then be raised as wards of the state. Hopefully we, as a society, decide to fund those children to become happy and healthy adults, but...yeah, we're not gonna do that. They will grow up into future convict/slave labor.
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AOC just got arrested at a Roe v Wade protest.
https://youtube.com/shorts/tMF5d-5bgKk?feature=share
Funny how she holds her hands behand her back like she's handcuffed (she's not).
I suspect with her salary she can afford a lawyer that will keep her out of trouble.
One thing I've never seen AOC do - fight for anything that takes any money from the rich to help the middle class, like Medicare For All, mandatory paid holidays, worker's rights, etc...
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Fighting for our right to kill babies. Outstanding.
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Funny how she holds her hands behand her back like she's handcuffed (she's not).
I suspect with her salary she can afford a lawyer that will keep her out of trouble.
One thing I've never seen AOC do - fight for anything that takes any money from the rich to help the middle class, like Medicare For All, mandatory paid holidays, worker's rights, etc...
All of those things are what Hillary Clinton wanted . You chose Trump , you don't give a fuck about that shit either .
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