Message from @MeatyMcGee
Discord ID: 691409857932165181
"Rent is too damn high" guy is my spirit animal
The real problem there is inflation
Boomers bought and paid off their houses for $20-40K in an amazing economy and sell them to my generation for 100-200K+ and wonder why we don’t care when 2 million of them will die to a virus we are for all intents and purposes safe from
wheres my 100k house Jesus what a dream
oh you are one of those assholes who is larping like you don't care if millions of Americans rapidly die from this shit
something feels wrong
the virus has been in china since november (5 months) and they "only have ~150k cases"
now it got to the rest of the world and in less than 3 months we've skyrocketed to over 30k new cases a day
china lied people died
its fucked up how they have the audacity to blame the US
@huppster wut
blame gaming
ok
China lied
Some countries are not even bothering to stay up to date with reporting the actual numbers. Or worse yet, they try to hide them. The Coronavirus death map is really awful at updating deaths now. Italy hasn't moved since early last night
Iran's health official said they lose someone every 10 minutes
Looks like they're counting for Italy again. They are getting wrecked
The shitty balcony DJs must still be spreading it
the people crying about trump are the same people always crying about trump but his approval is still around 55%.. they are not simply retarded. they are scientifically under social control
LOL
I think it's higher than that. I can't believe 45% of the US population is that stupid.
I agree with Orion. Believe there are still many citizens out there afraid, due to social pressures, to admit that DJT is their hero.
Its higher. I never get polled and the people I know who do are idiots.
Like they are professional students from very wealthy families
I was born on a dublin street where the royal drums did beat,
and those loving english feet they tramped all over us,
and each and every night when me father came home tight
he'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two,
like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
how you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
and you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great parnell,
when you thought him well and truly persecuted,
where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
when our heroes of '16 were executed?
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
when each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
and if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "godspeed,"
with a verse or two of stephen behan's chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra
I was born on a dublin street where the royal drums did beat,
and those loving english feet they tramped all over us,
and each and every night when me father came home tight
he'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two,
like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
how you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
and you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great parnell,
when you thought him well and truly persecuted,
where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
when our heroes of '16 were executed?
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
when each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
and if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "godspeed,"
with a verse or two of stephen behan's chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra
I was born on a dublin street where the royal drums did beat,
and those loving english feet they tramped all over us,
and each and every night when me father came home tight
he'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two,
like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
how you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
and you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great parnell,
when you thought him well and truly persecuted,
where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
when our heroes of '16 were executed?
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
when each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
and if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "godspeed,"
with a verse or two of stephen behan's chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra
I was born on a dublin street where the royal drums did beat,
and those loving english feet they tramped all over us,
and each and every night when me father came home tight
he'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two,
like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
how you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
and you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great parnell,
when you thought him well and truly persecuted,
where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
when our heroes of '16 were executed?
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
when each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
and if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "godspeed,"
with a verse or two of stephen behan's chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra
I was born on a dublin street where the royal drums did beat,
and those loving english feet they tramped all over us,
and each and every night when me father came home tight
he'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two,
like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
how you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
and you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great parnell,
when you thought him well and truly persecuted,
where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
when our heroes of '16 were executed?
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
when each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
and if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "godspeed,"
with a verse or two of stephen behan's chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra