The vice president is rolling out her first revenue-raising policy proposal as the Democratic presidential nominee and drawing a contrast with GOP opponent Donald Trump.
You know, presidents used to promise an action packed first 100 days of their time in office.
I guess they still do, but, something about higher corporate taxes, but only back to “normal” rates they were not long ago, just doesn’t strike me as “first 100 days” material for any leader of any nation. That’s like worthy of a throwaway line at the bottom of a huge list of first week changes.
This is the type of performance I’d give in college when I had been up all night, red-eyed, finishing just one last attempt for the 10th time to beat the raid boss. The professor or TA or whoever has to read some dogshit paper written in an hour using only the links at the bottom of a Wikipedia page that you never clicked. Everyone knows it’s shit, you’re embarrassed, but you’re there, you’re smiling, and the professor looks at you with a face of “how much is it worth hearing the whining to fail this kid?” And begrudgingly gives you a B. A B-. You followed the grading rubric, you checked the boxes, but the smart profs leave a chunk of “fuck you” room to deduct points from these types of people.
So anyway, Kamala, right folks? This comment went further off course than whatever the fuck I made some underpaid asshole read 20 years ago. My brain is dying and you’re all here for the ride
You know, presidents used to promise an action packed first 100 days of their time in office.
I guess they still do, but, something about higher corporate taxes, but only back to “normal” rates they were not long ago, just doesn’t strike me as “first 100 days” material for any leader of any nation. That’s like worthy of a throwaway line at the bottom of a huge list of first week changes.
This is the type of performance I’d give in college when I had been up all night, red-eyed, finishing just one last attempt for the 10th time to beat the raid boss. The professor or TA or whoever has to read some dogshit paper written in an hour using only the links at the bottom of a Wikipedia page that you never clicked. Everyone knows it’s shit, you’re embarrassed, but you’re there, you’re smiling, and the professor looks at you with a face of “how much is it worth hearing the whining to fail this kid?” And begrudgingly gives you a B. A B-. You followed the grading rubric, you checked the boxes, but the smart profs leave a chunk of “fuck you” room to deduct points from these types of people.
So anyway, Kamala, right folks? This comment went further off course than whatever the fuck I made some underpaid asshole read 20 years ago. My brain is dying and you’re all here for the ride