We barely need any paid plant. The freak shows come to us, or flare up in public, and make themselves known whether we like it or not.
Hasn’t Carville seen those little buttons with
“Ask Me About My Pro-Nouns!!” printed on them?
That’s true. But Carville does have a point. Who is it, exactly, who pulls these ideas out of his ass and then spreads it among the low-IQ RATs? And they sit there drooling and say, “Oh. OK. Well run with that.”
Unless it’s Satan himself (and it very well could be), there’s got to be a person or organization — a think tank — to invent this sh!t.
“Ask me about my pronouns.” Sheesh.
Men must be able to go to a gynecologist if they want to.
Ella Emhoff is a fashion model.
Trump is a fascist. (Spoken by an actual fascist.)