I think I found Trump's Speech Writer's account.
Here is the question that I'll pose for debate:
Is a US citizen protected by the US armed forces if they chose to enter an active warzone as a non-combatant without the consent of the US government?
Please explain your answer.
You know what, give me more of this. I'll sacrifice all of the world's art, every painting ever painted, every sculpture ever sculpted. Just. More. When press my fingers against my closed eyes, I don't want phosphenes. I want this. When Jesus comes back to take the righteous to heaven with him, I don't want to go if this isn't what awaits me. This is the pinnacle of achievement. It is enlightenment in a zero calorie seltzer--fizzy and uplifting. I have seen the face of god, and it has a cute little bandit mask and wet nose.
True. Honesty is an asset I look for in a judge, and ranks just below "Not a racist," and "Not a homophobe," but just above, "Doesn't eat mayonnaise out of the jar."
“I’m not systemically racist. I’m a new racist,” said Ryan, who was first elected in 2010.
I'm sorry, afuckinwhat?
Sure, but they can't get people to use it without utilizing the power of their competitor. You know, it's like when a racing company steals a competitor's car and then uses it to race against them. Totally legal. Definitely wouldn't be banned.
“use this random third party app that bypasses all the ads so you can still use youtube”.
This has always been my beef with Rossman. He always has something to sell--not just sponsored content--his own apps and solutions. He comes off like a used car salesman, just pushing the hard sell and making you feel like an idiot for not jumping at the chance to give him money. I'm sure he has made some positive movement in privacy and right to repair, but every time he talks I just feel like he's going to try to get me to sign up for a timeshare. I don't trust him.
2000s, like others have said, was pop-punk, emo, nu metal. 2010s were cloud rappers, mumble rap, and bro country. 2020s I think are seeing a resurgence of pop, though with more aggression (both sonically and lyrically), and progressive subgenres of larger genres, as well as a lean towards inclusivity regarding sexual identity and preference. We won't know until it's over, though. We aren't even to have half-way mark of the 20s yet.
Shredded beef
Back during Covid I was temporarily laid off for several months because I work a restaurant that was closing until the end of the pandemic. It was the first time that I truly had nothing to do for as long as I could remember, so I did what I thought I should do, and turned off my alarm clock. I've always been a wild dreamer, and I dream vividly every night all the way through until I wake. Sometimes they are vignettes, sometimes its a whole-ass life in my dreams, but they are always there, every night.
At first I would pop up at 9am like I did for work, but eventually I got used to it, and I stopped waking up early. Soon it was 10:30, noon, 1pm. All the while I was dreaming more and more. With no hard cut off from my alarm clock, my dreams would come to their natural conclusions, which was steadily becoming my death in my dreams. Sometimes violently, sometimes of old age, but it got to where every time I went to sleep, I knew I would die that night, somehow. This isn't some creepy-pasta or anything, it's a true story, and I genuinely started getting panic attacks before bed because I didn't want to dream my own death, again.
Of course, eventually I did the smart thing and turned my alarm back on, but for a while I was locked in my version of Groundhog Day. My already natural nihilism played into all of this, and sometimes I slip into a dark thought about death, and I have a nihilistic version of my inner monologue telling me, "You've done it before, and when it happens, just let it happen." It's kinda fucked up, and it's been years now and I still have some issues about it.
Only if I can hand the same card back to the cops.
Think about all of the things he has seen, all of the worlds he has explored, all of the green women he has slept with, and when he is faced with death, it shocks even him, to the extent that all he can say is, "Oh, my." I'm not sure how popular this scene is among the Star Trek Zeitgeist, but I imagine it's probably hated. I, however, love it. Feel free to tell me how I'm wrong in the comments.
Oh. no, I'm not saying that this is something that Trump would say, it just has all the cadence of someone with early onset dementia. It is written like how he speaks, thus "Trump's Speech Writer" and not Trump himself.