Soccer player Jaelene Daniels misses game after refusing to wear Pride jersey
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You already do support what you want. Post the song next time TB (ILTKHTBIWILTD). People suck, I get it, but none of this is really that important. You can disagree on some level, but you know there is some truth to what I've been posting.TurdBomber said:
Ummmm, no, you can't. Obviously. That's the entire point.RoadDawg55 said:I’ll concede some woke shit, even tho this isn’t even woke and is mostly an opportunity to make a little money to women’s soccer. There fans are mostly woke and there are many gay and lesbians at the games. None of us care about women’s soccer. And I know “it’s not about that” but you guys are watching a reality television show. This shit is entertainment.
None of us have to wear any flag gear. You can believe and support whatever you want in this country. There is some important shit happening in this country. This isn’t one of them. I get the thought of you let them do x, than they can do y,z. And then at some point we become Nazi Germany. It’s goofy nonsense guys. If that’s condescending to you, 🤷♂️.
The chosen can, but if you're not one of them or an ally, then no, you can't.
It's about conformity, dude. You're welcome.
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Spending a lot of time and energy arguing that this doesn't matter means that it matters. Hth. It's compelled speech/affiliation which is decidedly anti- American and anti-freedom.RoadDawg55 said:
You already do support what you want. Post the song next time TB (ILTKHTBIWILTD). People suck, I get it, but none of this is really that important. You can disagree on some level, but you know there is some truth to what I've been posting.TurdBomber said:
Ummmm, no, you can't. Obviously. That's the entire point.RoadDawg55 said:I’ll concede some woke shit, even tho this isn’t even woke and is mostly an opportunity to make a little money to women’s soccer. There fans are mostly woke and there are many gay and lesbians at the games. None of us care about women’s soccer. And I know “it’s not about that” but you guys are watching a reality television show. This shit is entertainment.
None of us have to wear any flag gear. You can believe and support whatever you want in this country. There is some important shit happening in this country. This isn’t one of them. I get the thought of you let them do x, than they can do y,z. And then at some point we become Nazi Germany. It’s goofy nonsense guys. If that’s condescending to you, 🤷♂️.
The chosen can, but if you're not one of them or an ally, then no, you can't.
It's about conformity, dude. You're welcome.
Subdivisions
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone
(Subdivisions)
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
(Subdivisions)
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth
Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights... -
Damn. I miss Neal PeartTurdBomber said:
Ummmm, no, you can't. Obviously. That's the entire point.RoadDawg55 said:I’ll concede some woke shit, even tho this isn’t even woke and is mostly an opportunity to make a little money to women’s soccer. There fans are mostly woke and there are many gay and lesbians at the games. None of us care about women’s soccer. And I know “it’s not about that” but you guys are watching a reality television show. This shit is entertainment.
None of us have to wear any flag gear. You can believe and support whatever you want in this country. There is some important shit happening in this country. This isn’t one of them. I get the thought of you let them do x, than they can do y,z. And then at some point we become Nazi Germany. It’s goofy nonsense guys. If that’s condescending to you, 🤷♂️.
The chosen can, but if you're not one of them or an ally, then no, you can't.
It's about conformity, dude. You're welcome.
Subdivisions
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone
(Subdivisions)
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
(Subdivisions)
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth
Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights...
