Grandfather votes for President who will deport his son and law and grandchildren because he knows they are “good ones.”
What an absolute dystopian hellhole
Sky is the father in law who voted for Trump.
“All those criminals that Trump’s been talking about — the rapists, the gang members — that’s not you,” Sky said. He had heard Trump say that he would deport “the bad guys” first and possibly show leniency to immigrants who had been brought to the country as children.
“You deserve to be here,” Sky said. “To me, you’re basically American.”
“But I’m not,” Jaime said.
Aren’t they throwing around numbers like 1 million deportations?
Does Sky think there are a million rapists and murders amount the 7 million that are here?
Article says he thinks it’s bluster.
As if what Sky thinks matters to Trump and the people that will deport his son-in-law
Why do these people play repeats. This same shit happened last time do people just forget? Do they hear about it happening to others and just completely externalize it? Fucks sake.
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Educated or no, doesn’t take a rocket scientist for a blue collar worker to look at their grocery bills and see that they tripled, or to figure out that they can’t afford to see a doctor or send their kid to college.
But unless you are educated on why that is happening, it just creates anger. Trump thrives on that anger.
Being unable to understand that other people have a different life experience and a different knowledge base is essentially the same thing that you are shitting on those people for.
Get off your high horse and stop being part of the problem.
But unless you are educated on why that is happening, it just creates anger.
LOL, workers handed Biden the presidency and Congress.
It’s happening because he didn’t do anything meaningful to make positive change in their lives. He did manage to make a few hundred billion more appear out of thin air for war though, so I suppose that should make them feel better about the fact that they can’t properly feed their families, right?
Guess the core idea went over your head. Good luck yelling at the working class.
The internet exists. There’s plenty of Spanish, or any other language, news coverage of anything you could want to know about. People have the responsibility of educating themselves. Failing to do so is just that, a failure. Don’t give anyone cover to remain in ignorance.
You know what’s ironic?
Dems did this exact same shit in 2016. They learned nothing. They’re still beating the Clintonite drum of praying that money from the rich will buy them enough name recognition to overcome the fact that they’ve ignored the descent into poverty that millions of their voters faced over the last four years. The same was true in 2016 when Hillary was running as an extension of Obama, and they just ignored that Obama presided over a foreclosure crisis.
And, from what you can see on this thread, apparently their plan is to just double down and lose some more.
They’ve been fighting against invisible monsters so long, they’ve forgotten that those are REAL people.
They never forgot. They never even considered them people in the first place. They’re statistics.
“This isn’t a joke,” she said. “Why am I the only one doing all the work?”
Don’t underestimate the amount of psychic damage this shit can do to someone. I’m trans, living next to a university in a solid blue county in Texas. I’m probably gonna be fine over the next four years. Probably.
Yet, I have the urge to live as though these are my last days because the world is overwhelmingly against me.
I know there’s a very real chance that if I don’t move, then I’ll be fucked.
I know that, with my education, it really probably wouldn’t be that hard to find a job that’ll allow me to work remotely or that is based in a blue state. Yet I’m dead inside from all the hate and anger. I’ve managed to keep my head down and avoid most of the hate that’d be directed at me personally, but it still hurts.
Austin? If so, have a Cubico at La Condesa for me. I miss that thing.
Dallas. Not as blue as Austin, but still pretty blue afaik.
Well have a potato pancake at kubys on me. I don’t drink much so don’t know any good bars other than cidercade
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loooooooota people next year gonna have the FAFO blues…
