I am firmly for sanders now. Fuck the elitist democratic establishment so desperate to elect a centrist candidate. Jesus Christ does msnbc not realize how pathetic they are. Ari melber interviewed a voter in New Hampshire who said she changed her mind to sanders because of the bias and unfair coverage he was receiving from msnbc. Idk who is worse msnbc or bernies moderate opponents who are showing how desperate and pathetic they are now. Biden who I liked yesterday screaming into the mic “I ain’t no socialist.” The worthless mayor Pete whose record as mayor of south bend is pitiful when it comes to how he dealt with (or failed to deal with) his cities west side neighborhoods that are predominantly black and brown and poor. Not to mention how he treated the homeless in his city by having cops and sanitation workers destroy homeless encampments under a bridge. His firing of the black police chief when he took office because the chief recorded a racist cop saying racist things about the chief and black cops. Jesus just read the statements made by ppl who live on the west side of his city warning Americans against voting for Pete. And he wonders why he has zero black and brown support? Maybe cause he completely ignored and showed he had zero empathy for the people of color in his city during his tenure as mayor. And what does this desperate clown do in his speech after getting his ass kicked in Nevada. Well instead of talking about trump or trying to show unity or talking about his own vision which is basically always just him repeating the same Fkn talking points over and over again, he rails against the clear front runner in Bernie and basically states he’s not electable. Honestly I think I hate Pete the most he’s such a smug self serving asshole. Idk I’m just rambling but basically what I’m saying is let’s fucking go Bernie! I hope he rolls on Super Tuesday and let’s watch the trolls at Msnbc melt down even more than they already have since Nevada. I wonder what they’ll say when he wipes the floor with trump?
“Oi! Did you lock the truck?!” Alex called back to us as we made our way down the small embankment by the road. Well, road might have been a bit generous, trail feels more fitting, since it had taken us almost three hours to make it the last few miles to this hidden camping spot tucked away in the Rocky Mountains of British Columbia.
“Nawh man.” I said as I rounded a thicket of old growth trees and Alex came into site, alongside his girlfriend and their packs. They were sat on a tree that had likely fallen before any of our group had been born. The half-rotted wood had sank into the earth until it was only half exposed, but even that half a log was easily over a meter tall, their feet well off the ground as they sat atop it, “I left the keys in the ignition and this big neon sign that says ‘fuckin steal me’ goin on the tailgate. Relax, unless some asshat has been teaching bears or moose to drive, you are fine.”
They were both working their way toward the bottom of cigarettes, and that sounded like a fairly good idea to me as well. Here we were, hundred miles from the nearest real town, god knows how many hours from the nearest decent shower or wifi connection, with clean, pure mountain air and none of the dirt or stink or racket of humanity to ruin it, so we all decide to smoke.
“So,” Alex starts, before yawning and stretching, it had been a very long drive, “All you city kids need to stick with me. There is a whole lot of mountain side, and only one of us that has ever been here before, so please, just stay together…” I looked around at the rest of our little group of friends. Nobody called Alex on his ‘city kids’ line either. Sure, most of us were a bit new to this whole hiking in the middle of nowhere bit, but he was from the same city as the rest of us. We were all friends, Alex and Naomi, the inseparable pair, had organized the whole trip and planned everything out, Taylor and I were mostly tagging along because it sounded like a good excuse to get messed up in the woods, and then our buddy Trevor had decided to tag along.
“When you say you have been up here before…” Trevor asks hesitantly, “How long ago was that? That road looks like nobody has used it in a decade…”
I couldn’t help but agree with that, but didn’t really mind, “Does it really matter? I am fairly sure we will find a good spot to get drunk even if he has never been here before.”
“I was up here two… or maybe four years ago with my Dad… We went hunting further up the vally th
... keep reading on reddit ➡Are there any audiobooks on these silent era stars (or others)?Either recently or from years past.Or a nice overview of the whole silent era of early films?
“Oi! Did you lock the truck?!” Alex called back to us as we made our way down the small embankment by the road. Well, road might have been a bit generous, trail feels more fitting, since it had taken us almost three hours to make it the last few miles to this hidden camping spot tucked away in the Rocky Mountains of British Columbia.
“Nawh man.” I said as I rounded a thicket of old growth trees and Alex came into site, alongside his girlfriend and their packs. They were sat on a tree that had likely fallen before any of our group had been born. The half-rotted wood had sank into the earth until it was only half exposed, but even that half a log was easily over a meter tall, their feet well off the ground as they sat atop it, “I left the keys in the ignition and this big neon sign that says ‘fuckin steal me’ goin on the tailgate. Relax, unless some asshat has been teaching bears or moose to drive, you are fine.”
They were both working their way toward the bottom of cigarettes, and that sounded like a fairly good idea to me as well. Here we were, hundred miles from the nearest real town, god knows how many hours from the nearest decent shower or wifi connection, with clean, pure mountain air and none of the dirt or stink or racket of humanity to ruin it, so we all decide to smoke.
“So,” Alex starts, before yawning and stretching, it had been a very long drive, “All you city kids need to stick with me. There is a whole lot of mountain side, and only one of us that has ever been here before, so please, just stay together…” I looked around at the rest of our little group of friends. Nobody called Alex on his ‘city kids’ line either. Sure, most of us were a bit new to this whole hiking in the middle of nowhere bit, but he was from the same city as the rest of us. We were all friends, Alex and Naomi, the inseparable pair, had organized the whole trip and planned everything out, Taylor and I were mostly tagging along because it sounded like a good excuse to get messed up in the woods, and then our buddy Trevor had decided to tag along.
“When you say you have been up here before…” Trevor asks hesitantly, “How long ago was that? That road looks like nobody has used it in a decade…”
I couldn’t help but agree with that, but didn’t really mind, “Does it really matter? I am fairly sure we will find a good spot to get drunk even if he has never been here before.”
“I was up here two… or maybe four years ago with my Dad… We went hunting further up the vally that way.
... keep reading on reddit ➡“Oi! Did you lock the truck?!” Alex called back to us as we made our way down the small embankment by the road. Well, road might have been a bit generous, trail feels more fitting, since it had taken us almost three hours to make it the last few miles to this hidden camping spot tucked away in the Rocky Mountains of British Columbia.
“Nawh man.” I said as I rounded a thicket of old growth trees and Alex came into site, alongside his girlfriend and their packs. They were sat on a tree that had likely fallen before any of our group had been born. The half-rotted wood had sank into the earth until it was only half exposed, but even that half a log was easily over a meter tall, their feet well off the ground as they sat atop it, “I left the keys in the ignition and this big neon sign that says ‘fuckin steal me’ goin on the tailgate. Relax, unless some asshat has been teaching bears or moose to drive, you are fine.”
They were both working their way toward the bottom of cigarettes, and that sounded like a fairly good idea to me as well. Here we were, hundred miles from the nearest real town, god knows how many hours from the nearest decent shower or wifi connection, with clean, pure mountain air and none of the dirt or stink or racket of humanity to ruin it, so we all decide to smoke.
“So,” Alex starts, before yawning and stretching, it had been a very long drive, “All you city kids need to stick with me. There is a whole lot of mountain side, and only one of us that has ever been here before, so please, just stay together…” I looked around at the rest of our little group of friends. Nobody called Alex on his ‘city kids’ line either. Sure, most of us were a bit new to this whole hiking in the middle of nowhere bit, but he was from the same city as the rest of us. We were all friends, Alex and Naomi, the inseparable pair, had organized the whole trip and planned everything out, Taylor and I were mostly tagging along because it sounded like a good excuse to get messed up in the woods, and then our buddy Trevor had decided to tag along.
“When you say you have been up here before…” Trevor asks hesitantly, “How long ago was that? That road looks like nobody has used it in a decade…”
I couldn’t help but agree with that, but didn’t really mind, “Does it really matter? I am fairly sure we will find a good spot to get drunk even if he has never been here before.”
“I was up here two… or maybe four years ago with my Dad… We went hunting further up the vally th
... keep reading on reddit ➡