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We got the keys to our new place yesterday, but it will be a few weeks before we can get everything moved over there.
Can’t believe I’m gonna say it but I hate millennials ya’ll lied and tricked me
Because:
Young people are less likely to be educated about their rights and voting procedures, and despite efforts some of them may not have got registered in time.
Young people are more likely to be working two jobs or working a job while in school, and not all states tell employers they have to give them time off. Especially for primaries. And caucuses. Caucuses are a massive time commitment and happen at times that give privilege to people working “standard” hours, which young people are less likely to be doing.
The voting system disadvantages young people, and I don’t think it’s an accident.
Yeah I didn’t vote because I registered in the county my family lives in instead of where I go to school, and I didn’t find out how to do early voting or an absentee ballot or whatever it is in time.
That’s a big way young voters get disenfranchised, too. The school thing. There needs to be a better setup, but a lot of politicians seem to want the exact opposite. Can’t have the kids vote, right? :/.
Also why is voting in the middle of the fucking week? Like who’s more likely to be able to vote young people in college or working low paying jobs as their only source of income to pay for college loans or rent
Or older generations who already have a starting point (a house, a job they’ve been working at long enough they aren’t scared they’ll be fired asking for days off, a job that actually pays them well so they don’t have to work insane hours just to cover the basics or pay off small debt amount)
People saying shit like this act like Millennials just go to college and then home or can just tell skip work or take days off. Yeah you choose (should I vote or go to work) when you’re 40,000-100 and something thousand in debt with a shitty low level job cause you need 17 years of experience for a good paying job.
I need some inspiration for what to put in the queue for this blog. What kind of things would you like to see? What are your fav things that I tend to reblog? Anything you would like to see more (or less) of?
I know it’s my blog and I can put whatever I want in it. But you guys have to actually look at it.
LOOK AT THIS SHIT. YOU SEE THAT? Hillary’s votes are slowly staying at the same level/decreasing. You see Bernie’s votes? THEY’RE GOING UP.
PLEASE. DON’T GET DISCOURAGED BY ANY SUPER TUESDAY RESULTS AND KEEP. GETTING OUT THERE. AND VOTING.
WE CAN STILL DO THIS.
BERNIE SANDERS CAN STILL BE OUR PRESIDENT.
This has been a public service announcement, by a millennial, for millennials. (click image to go to image source)
Definitely don’t let Super Tuesday discourage you. Most of the states involved with it are conservative, so there was no real surprise in how it turned out.
We cannot give up or surrender. This thing is far from over.
I make my husband a sandwich everyday for work. Once, I jokingly kissed it to show him that I made it “with love.” But then for some reason it stuck, and that just became the habit. Make sandwich, give it a little smooch, put into baggie. Except when I’m mad at him. Then that sandwich isn’t made with love. It gets no kiss. Yeah, enjoy that sandwich, jerkface. I hope it tastes like despair.
My parents got me this Trump doll as a gag gift over a decade ago when we were fans of the Apprentice.
Fun Super Tuesday activity: For every ten notes I’ll stick a pin in him until I’m out of pins. Don’t let me down America
Seems like Donald will wake up tomorrow with “stabbing” shoulder pains…
Right in the heart. That one went in easy. Like there was already a hollow space there.
Now in the stomach, like how I can’t stomach his fuckin bullshit
Let’s see you try to “pin” this on Mexican kidney thieves
Hearing no evil is hard when you’re Donald Trump and your mouth is a direct spigot from Hell’s pipeline of villainy
I believe we’ve pinpointed the source of his hot air.
Donald Trump is the arch-nemesis of liberty.
Woops, sorry about that D, looks as though I cut off your freedom of choice over your reproductive decisions
OK - I can’t keep up with the demand, and I’m running out of jokes and pins, so let’s skip to the good stuff. The inevitable conclusion where he’s just absolutely covered in pins.
This Donald is sure not having a Super Tuesday! :)
~~ Stretch goals ~~
800 notes - attacked by vicious alligator
1,500 notes - confronted with flagrant multiculturalism
2,000 notes - sent directly back to hell
Reached our first stretch goal… attacked by not one, but six vicious alligators. Don’t say I never gave you anything nice.
Well when I went to bed, this post was at around 900 notes, but suffice it to say I think many of us were hungry for Trump defiling action. Your heroic efforts made it possible for us to reach all of our stretch goals… and then some.
Stretch goal 2: Confronted with flagrant multiculturalism
Oh no!! A more nuanced perspective!!
Stretch goal 3: Sent directly back to hell
It’s been a while since he stepped foot on his own turf. No need, as he’s already polling well there.
And finally, a very special stretch goal received in the askbox:
Y’all are starting to catch on that I have a lot of random stuff lying around, including, thankfully for this scenario, a dinosaur that eats people. We pulled Donald back from hell, now lightly toasted and ready for this last challenge.
The Donald thinks he’s “tough.” The bull t-rex hesitates, because the word he wants to use is “gamey.”
Thank you all for making the American dream come true. What an adventure we all embarked on together.
I’m sorry. I’m too tired to finish scrolling. Sorry if I missed anything.
“I graduated last May with an accounting degree and moved to the city. But four months had passed and I didn’t have a job yet. I’d probably sent out my resume to thirty different places. And I couldn’t afford to keep waiting for people to call me back. So I went to the strip with all the car dealerships, and started going door-to-door to see if they had any openings in accounting. I’ve always loved cars. I used to always read Consumer Reports with my dad. So I thought it would be a good fit. The lady at BMW was a bit standoffish. Then I went to Audi. They were great. Super welcoming. But they didn’t have any positions at the moment. Then I got to Jaguar/Land Rover– which was my first choice, so I was working up to it— and they sat me down right there for an interview. I was there all afternoon, then they said: ‘We like what we see. Can you start tomorrow?’ I ran outside and called my parents. My dad was so proud of me. I was so proud of myself.”
