With Elon farking Musk. Such a man of the people.
Seriously just depressing. Elon could be such a force for genuine good and inspiration. Just another fkg cooked potato.
It was like a Silicon Valley episode except 100 percent real.
25 March, the Primaries, tantamount to election fraud in setting the start date.
De Santis about to go live and unscripted . Ovation for his policy - Florida, where Woke goes to die ( could be quick if itâs a mass shooting).
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Reportedly, Target USA is about to stop selling LBQTI clothing lines, allegedly because the retail staff have been threatened and because the clothing on display has frightened the children browsing in the adult clothing section.
Thereâs seperate clothing lines?
To cater for anatomical differences in those who donât undergo surgery to transition or who want to present against the sex assigned at birth.
Well yeah, all those tradwife dresses are pretty frightening.
The USA is racing towards fascism at a rapid rate.
Reportedly the Amanda Gorman poem at Bidenâs inauguration has been banned by a Florida school. Next thing the inauguration will get an X rating.
I just looked that upâŚbanning that is just further proof of my original statement.
here is the poem:
When day comes, we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry, a sea we must wade.
Weâve braved the belly of the beast.
Weâve learned that quiet isnât always peace,
and the norms and notions of what âjustâ is isnât always justice.
And yet, the dawn is ours before we knew it.
Somehow we do it.
Somehow weâve weathered and witnessed a nation that isnât broken,
but simply unfinished.
We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president, only to find herself reciting for one.
And yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine,
but that doesnât mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect.
We are striving to forge our union with purpose.
To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man.
And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us, but what stands before us.
We close the divide because we know, to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside.
We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another.
We seek harm to none and harmony for all.
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even as we grieved, we grew.
That even as we hurt, we hoped.
That even as we tired, we tried.
That weâll forever be tied together, victorious.
Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.
Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree and no one shall make them afraid.
If weâre to live up to our own time, then victory wonât lie in the blade, but in all the bridges weâve made.
That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb, if only we dare.
Itâs because being American is more than a pride we inherit.
Itâs the past we step into and how we repair it.
Weâve seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it.
Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy.
This effort very nearly succeeded.
But while democracy can be periodically delayed,
it can never be permanently defeated.
In this truth, in this faith, we trust,
for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us.
This is the era of just redemption.
We feared it at its inception.
We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour,
but within it, we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves.
So while once we asked, âHow could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?â now we assert, âHow could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?â
We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be:
A country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free.
We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation.
Our blunders become their burdens.
But one thing is certain:
If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change, our childrenâs birthright.
So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left.
With every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one.
We will rise from the golden hills of the west.
We will rise from the wind-swept north-east where our forefathers first realized revolution.
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states.
We will rise from the sun-baked south.
We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover.
In every known nook of our nation, in every corner called our country,
our people, diverse and beautiful, will emerge, battered and beautiful.
When day comes, we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid.
The new dawn blooms as we free it.
For there is always light,
if only weâre brave enough to see it.
If only weâre brave enough to be it.
Should be banned for being too long.
Aside from that, nothing wrong with it.
They would have banned it because itâs too long for their attention span
Edit: just beaten to it by THT
i ainât reading all that
iâm happy for u tho
or sorry that happened