Yes, by a Jewish Canadian alt-righter, Ezra Levant. Having looked over the rest of his hate-filled record, I sincerely wish that I could mail him a white sheet robe and hood, with the attached note of “You might want to exchange these for your tallit and tefillin, you’ll probably feel more comfortable.”
Levant backs Trump? If I had no other information at all, this would be sufficient to make me pray for a Clinton victory.
Agreed, although, for me, it went the other direction–the mere fact that the guy wanted to appeal for Trump and the depths that he sank to in order to make that appeal was bad enough, but then I looked deeper into his record, and was revolted by what I found.
Ugh… sounds horrible. Sorry you had to encounter it, but thanks for sharing the info.
I am not surprised in the least that Levant backs Trump… what a weasel…
I just fuckng hate doctors some days.
Today being one of them.
*Googles*
EWWWWWwwwwwWWWWWwwwwWWWW.
That is all.
There’s a reason why I think that he should give up his tallit and tefillin and join the KKK as his natural habitat.
Dad would have been 68 today. Fuck cancer.
My dad would have been 64 in a couple of weeks… double fuck cancer. We miss our dads.
I still keep expecting him to reappear and tell me it’s all a joke. It’s been 3 years. I want to tell him Mr. Bells bought an electric car so they can fake-argue about it. (I think he’d secretly love the car, but he’d pretend to hate it because he was a big car guy.)
I had a dream that my mother had faked her death and showed up again (it’s been almost 20 years). I was so happy to see her again that I didn’t even mind (though the rest of my family, my father in particular, were awfully angry).
I wanted to tell mine about Cassandra Peterson retiring from Elvira and to see if he likes Ash V. Evil Dead.
I’ve had two of those dreams, but it was long ago, in the first couple of years after my father died.
It’s odd. I don’t usually remember my dreams, but those are stuck in my head, vividly.
The worst part was waking up, realizing that it was all just a dream, and then trying so hard to get back to sleep again and get the dream back.
I find a strange and morbid comfort in the fact that if there is an afterlife, my father the lifelong atheist is pretty cheesed off right now. I like to think God’s given him a nice dark room where he can lie down and pretend to not exist for a few millennia.
I dunno. I’m of the firm belief that nothing justifies a person being tortured, and it’s become pretty clear that solitary confinement is torture.
Whenever I have that dream I’m feeling dejected and abandoned all day,
I’m sorry; it does totally suck.
@anon61221983 too:
Hugs to all of you.