Imagine being a teenage girl and this thing approaches you with clenched fists talking about how he was in a movie ~50 years ago and wants to take you out sometime.

This commercial aired during the World Series. It’s rare that a commercial acknowledges anti-White rhetoric at all, even though the end is just another rehashing of the old “Dems are the real racists!”

Trump should give out free graphics cards and RAM to gamers as a form of reparations.

We got cancer cell seppuku before GTA VI.

Habemus Führer!

In theory, right where we want them.

THE EAGLE’S NEST HAS BEEN LIT HITLER CALLS FOR AID

The Count just broke an almost 15-year long counting streak.

America is a gun.

Knights of Columbus should be obligated to answer challenges to duels on Columbus Day.

Deadass thought I saw Clavicular standing behind Travis Kelce at the White Sox - Guardians game.

Other reasons 🤔

Did Pierzynski say “N-word ball?”

It would be funny if the World Series were between the Chicago White Sox (Pope Leo’s favorite team, who are obviously imbued with some kind of papal blessing) and the San Diego Padres, who are named after the friars of the Franciscan mission founded by Juniperro Serra.

People don’t really call it Globohomo anymore.

The Dust Bowl was the government’s first attempt at weather manipulation.

Anyone who unironically uses the term “robber baron” with regard to the gilded age wealthy industrialists will be deported.

They should execute Christa Pike once for being a race traitor and again for being a murderous psycho.

Lou Gehrig is #1 and it's not particularly close. He doesn't miss a game for fifteen years. He's the humble, quiet man standing in the shadow of a titan bestride the Earth in his teammate Babe Ruth. All he does is show up every single day, put up insane numbers, and win the World Series every other year. And then suddenly he takes himself out of the lineup. He soon reveals that he has a dreadful disease that no normal person had ever even heard of before. A man so tough, so durable, who played through every terrible injury he suffered over 15 years and rightfully earned the moniker The Iron Horse... would soon be unable to even walk. And despite all that had been laid upon him, the man who almost never said a word stood before a crowd of 62,000 and untold numbers listening on radio and declared himself The Luckiest Man on the Face of the Earth. He would be dead within 2 years at the age of 37.

The Church sees its people energized by even a hint of traditionalism and says “no, we definitely don’t want that.”