For a generation, the gun lobby has had the field to itself. Candidates couldn't talk about guns without the threat of being targeted for defeat.
But you and a million people like you are changing the game. For the first time ever, candidates at all levels are running -- and winning -- on their support for stronger gun laws. And on top of that, today our movement is celebrating a victory for a background checks ballot initiative in Washington State.
We may not win every race or successfully defend every Gun Sense Champion. But consider this: The gun lobby has scared a small, vocal minority into thinking that the government will take their guns away. As moms, dads, and concerned citizens, we're afraid that someone will take our children away.
You tell me who's going to win.
Thank you for your hard work, commitment, and support.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I've learned to tolerate drama...except on the boat
Dog looks like an attempt to copy the Rocko's Modern Life style - CatDog in general felt like a hodgepodge of visual tropes from the other Nicktoons of the time anyway, combined with some of its own style
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
I am protected by some of the best security guards on EARTH
I don’t give a fuck how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many fucking guns you own to protect yourself. I’ll fucking show up at your house when you aren’t home. I’ll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. You’re going to start stressing the fuck out, your blood pressure will triple, and you’ll have a fucking heart attack. You’ll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. You’ll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home I’ll run you over with my fucking car out of no where and kill you. I just want you to know how easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I’d rather go to a great fuckng length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing fucking hell. It’s too late to save yourself, but don’t bother committing suicide either… I’ll fucking resuscitate you and kill you again myself you bitch-faced phaggot. Welcome to hell, population: you
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I wonder why preteen!Princess!me doesn't get along with the Headmistress
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I keep my list of passwords in the one place I know nobody would ever willingly look: an envelope containing pamphlets about CampusParc parking policies
I keep my list of passwords in the one place I know nobody would ever willingly look: an envelope containing pamphlets about CampusParc parking policies
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I keep my list of passwords in the one place I know nobody would ever willingly look: an envelope containing pamphlets about CampusParc parking policies
meanwhile you post about it on a public forum
I think the number of people who will both see this post and have physical access to my house is negligibly small
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
For some reason my first thought was "100 miles from Columbus would put you roughly in Cincinnati"
Comments
with sharp o8jects
are not 8atterwitch-approved and must 8e deleted for making people think you are 8atterwoitch-approved
which you are not
8ecause you are, in fact, a doody head.
Like I've forgotten why the fuck I made the 8O88EH thread and the "NO YOU ARE NOT" thread.
or why I posted "grilled cheese sandwiches"
or the significance of "foot pie".
~perfect grade again~
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead