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Doesn’t CNN know that statistics are racist?

Stay the same, don't ever change, 'cause I'd miss your ways With your Bette Davis eyes and your mama's party dress While this city pumps its aching heart for one more drop of blood We work our fingers down to dust and we wait for kingdom come With the radio on

Who's shooting the guns?

Speaking of statistics, what else do Phillips and Lowndes counties have in common? https://data.census.gov/

Woke more correct than the mainstream moment courtesy of the Chicago mayor’s office, who has chosen to do away with the real-time gunshot tracking system in the city: https://chicago.suntimes.com/2024/02/13/mayor-johnson-to-end-shotspotter-deal-after-summer Why yes, responding to every gunshot in Chicago does result in a lot more police in minority communities. What a surprise.

Also: Reminder for the imbeciles* here, “gun death” is not the same as “gun homicide” and if you’re using them interchangeably, you’re either stupid or a liar. Perhaps both. *code for blank slatist^ ^code for ######

Who committed the shootings?

Sailer’s law of mass shootings gonna prove itself again.

I gave my heart so easily I cast aside my pride But when you fell for someone else, baby I broke up all inside And it looks like I'm never gonna fall in love again That's why I'm a-singin' it Fall in love, no, I'm never gonna fall in love Please don't make me Fall in love again

You don’t hate journalists enough. You think you hate journalists enough, but I promise you, you don’t.

And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand You can sleep on the plane or review what you said When you're drunk and the kids look impossibly tanned You think over and over, "Hey, I'm finally dead" Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand You can turn it on yourself, you ridiculous clown You forgot what you meant when you read what you said And you always knew you were tired, but then Where are your friends tonight?

The tattoos themselves testify to their crimes. As in, literally they are earned through committing incredible violence. If you have an MS-13 tat there and are not a legitimate member initiated in part by committing a violent crime you are a dead man walking.

His problem was the same problem that has befallen men for millennia: choosing a bad woman to shack up with.

Oh Cherry Bomb, you are a mystery Exploding sparkling quiet nights My teenage heart pumped all my misery, baby To fingertips that might ignite And all along you knew my story, didn't you? And all night long I carried yours Your blood was mixed with wine and robbery, baby And left us always wanting more

It's in the way that they sway, it's the feeling I get They just don't want me around Tall trees hanging over the road Feels like they're staring me down

Denaturalize and deport Mayorkas and his entire family back to Cuba.

The people whose “due process” got “thrown out” wear tattoos that testify to their crimes. They’ve confessed. Simple as.

Not as of 2021.

Bukele is going to get the CIA treatment at some point because his existence and policies defy every lie that the regime here pumps into your heads. As it turns out: You DO NOT have to tolerate gangs and cartels You CAN reduce violent crime dramatically by simply locking up and humiliating every street gang member and violent criminal you find You CAN tear down the statues glorifying gay race communism and turn them into sewer covers All it takes is some will and the favor of God.

These politicians don’t care about you. They don’t think your home, family, or posterity is worth defending. They think your money should be used to enrich their cronies in “Israel” and line their own pockets through their vassals in the Ukraine. Every republican who backs this should be primaried, if not hanged.

Lol dude accidentally did some journalism and the woman immediately goes “ooo...” Guess he didn’t know that wasn’t allowed.

Yes, both parts of the (revised) Mann Act.

We were scanning the cities Rocking to pay the dues But besides all the glamour All we got was bruised But through all of that sorrow We were riding high And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go