It's the dunk tank.
This is where you come to post big-brained hot takes by chuds, libs, or even fellow leftists, and tear them to itty-bitty pieces with precision dunkstrikes.
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I made the mistake of going to her Twitter to see the actual tweet but I couldn’t find it in the fucking ocean of anti-trans shit she is tweeting and retweeting.
Including the Communist Party of Great Britain too when they put out an anti-trans statement. She has completely lost her mind.
This is another reason why you shouldn’t have billionaires. Now that they don’t gotta work, all they do is tweet (see also Elon).
in a parallel universe, another bubble of expanding spacetime seperated by unimaginable physical distances, there lies an exact copy of Earth down to the subatomic level, although existing nearly two hundred years in the "past". a man, Friedrich Engels, the unremarkable son of factory owners, is again having another late night discussion with his best friend and comrade.
suddenly he feels a sharp, cold almost knife-like sensation start at the top of his spine and end at his tailbone. he immediately doubles over and throws up.
"too much to drink?" his friend asks. "no Karl. I just felt something i can't describe."
Alan Moore called, he wants his snippet of From Hell back