What the fuck? Why am I offline? Why is it not?

Oh, there is.

It's.

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor.

Would you be mine? Would you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor?

Hi neighbor.

Today we are pouring one out for the god himself king and pimp jeremy corbin the only decent man in

england the only decent englishman uh run out of his own party by worst swine on earth.

It's tough, but I get to, when I see this,

I get to reassess and reassert my own sense of gratitude,

which is that I don't have to live there or care about what happens on that

accursed pedophile island.

Phew.

But he, I mean, it,

it really is a case where Corbin was too good for the English.

Like, they learn nothing from their humbling of their colonies.

All they have is this petty resentment that they're no longer the world's hegemonic overlords,

and they're fucking pissed about it.

It's sad.

I mean, obviously, they're as exploited as anybody else outside of the power corridors of this country,

but they metabolize that, uh, their, um, their, um, their angst and alienation through the lens of

this imperial decline. And, uh, they're not very they don't give a generous reading to people

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