I don’t know this country anymore.
Honestly, I see the bad news piling up — new thread about Ford moving a plant to Mexico — and I don’t even know if I care. I don’t know where the land of my birth went to, but I’m stuck in a country that I don’t know, and don’t like, and I don’t think I care what happens to it.
The Country is not quite finished but it is in its final stages. Then it will be known as the finished product of the Democrat Party’s art. But that is what the people want. If they did not want it, they would not continue to vote Democrat.
This has been going on since the 80s
What my ancestors feared is now our norm
Who was Ms. Camps boyfriend?
Sounds fishy to me.
Actually, this kind of thing is not totally new. 35 years ago, it was killing other youngsters over athletic jackets. The young thug who lived next to me ended up doing that. He was a bad one; I had a physical confrontation with him myself. (Of course, as far as our African-American neighbors were concerned, that was all my fault.) It was almost a ritual, like an initiation into some kind of criminal subculture.