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[VinylGuy]

What it comes down to is he's a terrible leader

He is not a leader , he is a leaguer

[Bi_3]

This is unarguably true:

What it comes down to is he's a terrible leader

But so is this:

[BurtReynolds]

Guess we'll see what's arguably true!

[Jorge]

Now would be a hilarious time for a new log4j exploit

[B]

This is unarguably true:

What it comes down to is he's a terrible leader

But so is this:

It sends a powerful message to all employees that unions are probably a good idea.

[BurtReynolds]

Can't have unions in a free trade, mass immigration, neoliberal world!

[BurtReynolds]

Plus I'm not sure that unions are a good defense against mass layoffs, especially if the workforce is bloated.

[B]

Can't have unions in a free trade, mass immigration, neoliberal world!

Incorrect.

[spike]

lol

[Bi_3]

lol

I'm starting think we have underestimated the guy.

[spike]

I see Kanye’s back as well.

[BurtReynolds]

he knows trump can't resist

[spike]

I wonder if Trump’s trying to get Elon to buy Truth Social before he agrees to return.

[VinylGuy]

he said he wasnt going to return?

[spike]

Oh case closed then. His word is bond.

[VinylGuy]

yeah, i trust that guy

[Bi_3]

Good on Reznor for having the courage of his convictions.

[Malloy]

my feed is fucked. annoying.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[JuanHamm]

I can't figure out what point this guy is trying to make...