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  • #46
    Originally posted by daCat View Post
    As this is subjective, and as Deschet tells the story below, it's not likely you even realize when it happens.
    We could start with a quick list of "decent things he's done" and then a quick board search should tell you if I talked shit on them.

    But again, you've never linked up shit in your life on this board and you're not going to start now.

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    • #47
      Domestically, not much has changed. We still have yet to see any of the nightmarish bullshit the left spent the entire election cycle crowing on about. Blacks aren’t in chains, gays can still get married, women are still having abortions, and the world is still spinning. Just like I and most people figured, Trump is long on talk and short on action because every president is, and now the equally predictable gridlock in congress has tied his hands.

      You’d think after all this time, we’d have a slew of shit on Trump given how insane they acted, but we don’t. Why do you think his critics insist on focusing on what he says? Because at this point, it’s really the only thing you can attack. They failed to bring him down from within, impeachment has been mothballed despite half of the Democrats in the house running on it, the Mueller report went nowhere, so what other angle do they have?

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      • #48
        Spectrum pulled the cardboard box over xirself and tried xis best to drown out the sound of fireworks blasting overhead.

        Xe had no desire to celebrate Fourth of July this year. Well, Spectrum never had any desire to celebrate a fake-holiday commemorating the rise of the most evil Empire in human history, but this year... this year was even worse.

        Fuck this stupid country, Spectrum thought, wincing as another volley sounded overhead, to the cheers of onlookers.

        Xe knew xe sounded extra bitter this year, but xe had every right to now.

        Just three months ago, Spectrum had been on the track to become the assistant manager at the local Cracker Barrel. Sure, it wasn't the best use of the gender studies degree it had taken xim seven years to earn, but it was a decent living.

        Then Stephen, the other candidate for the position, had one day brought in printouts from Spectrum's old Tumblr page, outing xim as a demirotosexual stargender fairykin.

        The backlash had been tremendous and swift. First, they had all laughed at xim, and called xim all kinds of terrible names. Then the GM had fired xim, but even that wasn't enough in Trump's America. They had the busboys and diswashers hold Spectrum down, then put a brand into the fry vat. When they pulled it out, they drove it into xis arm, laughing as xe screamed and cried while the brand burned a bright red F into Spectrum's arm. Then they had thrown xim out the back door into the dumpster behind the restaurant, where xe had laid crying for four hours before finding the strength to get up and drive home- only to find that all four tires had been slashed on xis car.

        There was no home either- at hearing of xis humiliation in the restaurant, xis roomates had already ejected xis possessions from the house, scattering over the front yard. Xe had called the cops, but they took one look at the F on xis forearm, and driven away laughing, warning him that the next time they saw xim, they'd "make xim happy" with their nightstick. After they had left, xe had then discovered that his ex-roomates had poured sugar into xis gas tank, and broken all the windows in xis car.

        With nothing left, xe had turned to the streets, begging for money and any small mercy that could be offered. Most sneered at xim, but even some who were sympathetic were reluctant to help, afraid of being caught by one of the many roving bands of MAGA-hatted stormtroopers on patrol.

        It was a meager living, and Spectrum spent many nights going to bed hungry, and only twice had xe been able to scrounge up the money to properly re-dye xis hair to its proper LGBT-appropriate color. Even now, what had been once a dazzling rainbow of colors was fading into a sickly lavender.

        Spectrum closed xis eyes, tears leaking out at the horrible memories that had come flooding back.

        That was a huge mistake.

        "Hey, did you hear that?" came a voice, and Spectrum froze, eyes popping open in terror.

        "Sounds like someone was crying." came another voice, and xe heard steps coming down the alleyway. Spectrum opened xis eyes, and saw four frat-boy looking men, all dressed in various flag regalia. Two of them were wearing a dreaded MAGA hat, and one even had an NRA lapel on. Fear overtook Spectrum, and he nearly vomited.

        "Hey, man, you alright?" came a voice.

        "I'm not a man" Spectrum replied through gritted teeth. Xe forced ximself to xis feet. Even with the fear racking xim, xe would be damned if he was going to let these punks misgender xim!

        "What the fuck is he talking about?" asked the NRA asshole.

        "NO HE!" Spectrum screamed. "I AM NOT A HE!"

        Now all four men were staring at xim- and could see both the purplish hair and the bright red F stil burned into xis forearm.

        "Oh my God," one said, revolted. "A purple-haired fa-"

        "SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" shrilled Spectrum as he charged at the four. Maybe xe could fight them off, or at least break through to escape. At the very least, xe was going to teach that bigoted asshole a lesson about-

        "UNGH!" Spectrum wailed, tears in xis eyes as xe was shoved down hard. Xe tried to pull ximself back up, but slipped in a puddle of dog feces and fell back down.

        The four assholes were laughing now. "What a fucking weakling. No wonder High Exterminator Pence is eradicating you freaks."

        "Are you hungry, fairyboy?" mocked one of the ones in a MAGA hat. Grinning, he turned to his cohorts. "Hey Spencer and Brayden- why don't you go get this freak something to eat?" He winked as he said it.

        "I don't want anything", Spectrum seethed as the two men walked of laughing. "I just want to be left alone and-"

        "Shut the fuck up." One said, shoving xim back down. Spectrum laid on the ground, quivering, hoping maybe someone would come by and see xis predictament.

        Unfortunately, the MAGAmen returned quickly carrying several large white bags. IN the dim light, it took Spectrum a couple seconds to notice the red, oval-ish logo on the side.

        "NO... NO... NOT CHICK-FIL-A"

        "You're a disgusting sinner bound to the pits of hell, vermin," one of the fratboys said. "So its time you receive St. Cathy's Sacrament! Hold him!"

        "DON'T MISGENDER- NOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! LEEEET GOOOOOOOO!" Spectrum screamed as two of the men pinned xis arms back, trapping xim. Xe had heard of "St. Cathy's Sacrament" before... but xe had always thought it was just an urban legend.

        It was real, and it was going to be worse than xe had possibly imagined. Tears formed in Spectrums eyes as xe watched the NRA guy open a sandwich.

        "PLEASE. PLEASE. LET ME GO! HEELP! HEEEEEEEEEE-MMMPH" Spectrums screams were cut off as the chicken sandwich was stuffed into xis mouth.

        "EAT IT! EAT IT!" screamed one of the MAGAmen, pulling the sandwich back just enough for Spectrum to chew and swallow it, then ramming it into xis mouth again.

        So it went for the regular... then the deluxe... then the spicy... then the spicy deluxe. Then the grilled. Spectrum was gasping for breath, trying to lick the tears that were streaming down xis face- the only thing offered to wash down that much chicken goodness.

        "Here's a new item!" Cackled NRA man. "The smokehouse bbq bacon. Looks messy."

        "PWEASE... NO MO-UFFF!" the sandwich was crammed into xis mouth again. This time though, it was too much, and the gag reflex went into overdrive.

        "HRRRRRRRALF!"

        "Oh Jesus Christ!" screamed the guy with no hat. All four men had instinctively backed away from Spectrum as xis constitution gave out. "He puked EVERYWHERE"

        "Shat himself too by the smell of it" gagged MAGA man.

        "*Wheeze...wheeze* Pl...please...no more...." sobbed Spectrum.

        "So do we make him lap it up?" asked the NRA guy."

        "Nah, we still have well over half the menu to go. Hows it taste, rat? How's it feel to have the Food of Righteousness touch your unworthy tongue?"

        "PLease... please"

        "Get the nuggets" said the other MAGA hatted man.

        Spectrum could only cry as xe was held down again. This was going to be the worst night of xis life, and there was a long way to go.

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        • #49
          Originally posted by Pollaski View Post
          Spectrum pulled the cardboard box over xirself and tried xis best to drown out the sound of fireworks blasting overhead.

          Xe had no desire to celebrate Fourth of July this year. Well, Spectrum never had any desire to celebrate a fake-holiday commemorating the rise of the most evil Empire in human history, but this year... this year was even worse.

          Fuck this stupid country, Spectrum thought, wincing as another volley sounded overhead, to the cheers of onlookers.

          Xe knew xe sounded extra bitter this year, but xe had every right to now.

          Just three months ago, Spectrum had been on the track to become the assistant manager at the local Cracker Barrel. Sure, it wasn't the best use of the gender studies degree it had taken xim seven years to earn, but it was a decent living.

          Then Stephen, the other candidate for the position, had one day brought in printouts from Spectrum's old Tumblr page, outing xim as a demirotosexual stargender fairykin.

          The backlash had been tremendous and swift. First, they had all laughed at xim, and called xim all kinds of terrible names. Then the GM had fired xim, but even that wasn't enough in Trump's America. They had the busboys and diswashers hold Spectrum down, then put a brand into the fry vat. When they pulled it out, they drove it into xis arm, laughing as xe screamed and cried while the brand burned a bright red F into Spectrum's arm. Then they had thrown xim out the back door into the dumpster behind the restaurant, where xe had laid crying for four hours before finding the strength to get up and drive home- only to find that all four tires had been slashed on xis car.

          There was no home either- at hearing of xis humiliation in the restaurant, xis roomates had already ejected xis possessions from the house, scattering over the front yard. Xe had called the cops, but they took one look at the F on xis forearm, and driven away laughing, warning him that the next time they saw xim, they'd "make xim happy" with their nightstick. After they had left, xe had then discovered that his ex-roomates had poured sugar into xis gas tank, and broken all the windows in xis car.

          With nothing left, xe had turned to the streets, begging for money and any small mercy that could be offered. Most sneered at xim, but even some who were sympathetic were reluctant to help, afraid of being caught by one of the many roving bands of MAGA-hatted stormtroopers on patrol.

          It was a meager living, and Spectrum spent many nights going to bed hungry, and only twice had xe been able to scrounge up the money to properly re-dye xis hair to its proper LGBT-appropriate color. Even now, what had been once a dazzling rainbow of colors was fading into a sickly lavender.

          Spectrum closed xis eyes, tears leaking out at the horrible memories that had come flooding back.

          That was a huge mistake.

          "Hey, did you hear that?" came a voice, and Spectrum froze, eyes popping open in terror.

          "Sounds like someone was crying." came another voice, and xe heard steps coming down the alleyway. Spectrum opened xis eyes, and saw four frat-boy looking men, all dressed in various flag regalia. Two of them were wearing a dreaded MAGA hat, and one even had an NRA lapel on. Fear overtook Spectrum, and he nearly vomited.

          "Hey, man, you alright?" came a voice.

          "I'm not a man" Spectrum replied through gritted teeth. Xe forced ximself to xis feet. Even with the fear racking xim, xe would be damned if he was going to let these punks misgender xim!

          "What the fuck is he talking about?" asked the NRA asshole.

          "NO HE!" Spectrum screamed. "I AM NOT A HE!"

          Now all four men were staring at xim- and could see both the purplish hair and the bright red F stil burned into xis forearm.

          "Oh my God," one said, revolted. "A purple-haired fa-"

          "SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" shrilled Spectrum as he charged at the four. Maybe xe could fight them off, or at least break through to escape. At the very least, xe was going to teach that bigoted asshole a lesson about-

          "UNGH!" Spectrum wailed, tears in xis eyes as xe was shoved down hard. Xe tried to pull ximself back up, but slipped in a puddle of dog feces and fell back down.

          The four assholes were laughing now. "What a fucking weakling. No wonder High Exterminator Pence is eradicating you freaks."

          "Are you hungry, fairyboy?" mocked one of the ones in a MAGA hat. Grinning, he turned to his cohorts. "Hey Spencer and Brayden- why don't you go get this freak something to eat?" He winked as he said it.

          "I don't want anything", Spectrum seethed as the two men walked of laughing. "I just want to be left alone and-"

          "Shut the fuck up." One said, shoving xim back down. Spectrum laid on the ground, quivering, hoping maybe someone would come by and see xis predictament.

          Unfortunately, the MAGAmen returned quickly carrying several large white bags. IN the dim light, it took Spectrum a couple seconds to notice the red, oval-ish logo on the side.

          "NO... NO... NOT CHICK-FIL-A"

          "You're a disgusting sinner bound to the pits of hell, vermin," one of the fratboys said. "So its time you receive St. Cathy's Sacrament! Hold him!"

          "DON'T MISGENDER- NOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! LEEEET GOOOOOOOO!" Spectrum screamed as two of the men pinned xis arms back, trapping xim. Xe had heard of "St. Cathy's Sacrament" before... but xe had always thought it was just an urban legend.

          It was real, and it was going to be worse than xe had possibly imagined. Tears formed in Spectrums eyes as xe watched the NRA guy open a sandwich.

          "PLEASE. PLEASE. LET ME GO! HEELP! HEEEEEEEEEE-MMMPH" Spectrums screams were cut off as the chicken sandwich was stuffed into xis mouth.

          "EAT IT! EAT IT!" screamed one of the MAGAmen, pulling the sandwich back just enough for Spectrum to chew and swallow it, then ramming it into xis mouth again.

          So it went for the regular... then the deluxe... then the spicy... then the spicy deluxe. Then the grilled. Spectrum was gasping for breath, trying to lick the tears that were streaming down xis face- the only thing offered to wash down that much chicken goodness.

          "Here's a new item!" Cackled NRA man. "The smokehouse bbq bacon. Looks messy."

          "PWEASE... NO MO-UFFF!" the sandwich was crammed into xis mouth again. This time though, it was too much, and the gag reflex went into overdrive.

          "HRRRRRRRALF!"

          "Oh Jesus Christ!" screamed the guy with no hat. All four men had instinctively backed away from Spectrum as xis constitution gave out. "He puked EVERYWHERE"

          "Shat himself too by the smell of it" gagged MAGA man.

          "*Wheeze...wheeze* Pl...please...no more...." sobbed Spectrum.

          "So do we make him lap it up?" asked the NRA guy."

          "Nah, we still have well over half the menu to go. Hows it taste, rat? How's it feel to have the Food of Righteousness touch your unworthy tongue?"

          "PLease... please"

          "Get the nuggets" said the other MAGA hatted man.

          Spectrum could only cry as xe was held down again. This was going to be the worst night of xis life, and there was a long way to go.
          We could create one hell of a web series.

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          • #50
            Originally posted by tOSUfanboi2 View Post

            We could create one hell of a web series.
            I remember seeing some tweet or facebook post by a girl claiming the day after Trump got elected, she went to school in tears, and got held down and beat up by students while the teacher encouraged it because "Trump's America". It was so goddamn hilariously over the top that I kinda remembered it reading this.

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              • #52
                Originally posted by Foster4Prez View Post
                That's rich.

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                • #53
                  And we're going to look back and say "They tried to impeach a president because he said mean things!"

                  What a time to be alive.

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                  • #54
                    Originally posted by Foster4Prez View Post

                    I mean in theory, it should be easy to find me talking shit about decent things he's done since the list isn't very long.



                    This as well. Even though it didn't get any sort of discussion here

                    http://fvsports.com/forum/forum/poli...anization-plan

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                    • #55
                      Originally posted by boomie View Post

                      This as well. Even though it didn't get any sort of discussion here

                      http://fvsports.com/forum/forum/poli...anization-plan
                      Hey! There’s another one.

                      Another daCat failure as usual.

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