Romney-Ryan 2012.Do I really I need to say anything? Do I really need to say what I think about Mitt Romney picking Paul Ryan as his VP pick. You guys have known me long enough of what i think about that con man. Look Paul Ryan is a slimy piece of shit and I don't need to go into further detail to tell you what I think of him. I mean his budget plan is a contradiction since it makes massive cuts on welfare programs but also cuts taxes for the richest people. I mean to be fair I would be okay with cuts if it means cutting deficits, but it adds to the deficit when you cut revenue. Anyway my thoughts, well to be quite honest... I think Romney improved his chances of winning. Yeah yeah go boo me. But listen, the reason I say this is because the GOP base doesn't really like Romney that much since he is not considered "Conservative" enough. So what Ryan does is excite the GOP base because they feel that Ryan will be that voice and if something bad happens to Romney, they feel confident that a "True conservat
The Assassination Of Julian Assange......The Assassination Of Julian Assange......4 years ago in Natural Disasters More Like This
Watch my short documentary on WikiLeaks and Julian Assange against those who try to stop 'THE TRUTH'
mainly those US Correspondents and the government behind the scenes....
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Coming Out Letter--BisexualMOM AND DADComing Out Letter--Bisexual4 years ago in Gay & Lesbian Pride More Like This
You've always told me to be honest. I know that. I know how bad it hurts you when I lie to you. But sometimes I wonder, is the truth something you really want to hear? Or will it hurt you more than the lies?
Which is worse--knowing or not knowing? You can never know until you do know. But, to me, it's worse if you do know.
The reason I haven't ever told you this is not because I'm ashamed, but because I fear your reaction. Will you yell? Cry? Kick me out? Hit me? Or worse, will you simply never accept me? Will I be an alien in my own home forever? These are the things of which I am afraid.
It started in fifth grade. One of my friends, a girl named Tracy, was the cause of my discovering it, though she was not the cause of the actual deed.
When I was around Tracy, my worries were momentarily lifted. I did everything in my power to make her laugh, to make her smile. When she cried, I felt like crying, too. And when she was angry with me, the only thing that mattered in the wor