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"shiftless"? Do you even know what that means or do you just know it's some sort of insult? Bernie is far from shiftless . . . shiftless is a more apt moniker for your savior Trump, always has been.
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Since you're so much smarter than me, why dont you tell me what "shiftless" means.
Im sure, you're an expert.
shift·less
ˈSHif(t)ləs/
adjective
adjective: shiftless
(of a person or action) characterized by laziness, indolence, and a lack of ambition.
"a shiftless lot of good-for-nothings"
synonyms: lazy, idle, indolent, slothful, lethargic, lackadaisical; More
Rat's comprehension is terrible lately.
Bernie to a tee.
Bernie's old school--definitely drives a stick. Therefore, not shiftless. But maybe shifty?
Has Bern ever had a real job?
We just moved on from a "never had a real job" President.
I think most of us appreciate a good "private sector" guy.
Why worry about "shiftless"? The whole sentence is a rambling pejorative that says more about our favorite plumber than it says about his target.
Please continue.
Bernie's lazy and sucks off the system, but Hillary was/is ruthless and intent on destroying the system.
Much easier to knock a lazy tick off the host....
We are still digging HRC's jaws out of the host...
He was a farm laborer, a carpenter, and he made educational films.
LOL.
I think we just found a fan club president.
What kind of "carpenter"?
Did he make the furniture for his wife's college?
Sheriff Joe
DA
Perfect description of the lazy Kenyan.
Sheriff Joe
DA
Well now, sounds like e-chameleon is changing again, veteran, conservative, liberal to socialist commie lover.
He's been a commie lover as long as Ive been looking at this site, and he was old dog, then.
I cant find anything bern put hammer and nail to, although I do see some evidence of him waving the hammer and sickle.
From an old article about him during his time as Mayor of Burlington, during a door-to-door visit of residents in a poor neighborhood, wnti the local Alderman George Thabault --
The alderman speaks up. He reminds the woman of Vermont’s property tax rebate program, which surely she must qualify for. Sanders seems to have drifted into a melancholy that deepens as the woman explains how hard it is for her to heat her house in winter, how frightened she is of the effect the new condominiums going up on the other side of the park will have on her taxes, how worried she is about tripping on the sections of the sidewalk ripped up for the new gas main. “I can fall and die tomorrow,” she says. “So don’t wait four-five years for repairing that, eh?” she scolds him. She’s a tiny, silver-haired woman in a housedress, seated opposite the mayor in her favorite overstuffed chair with a large crucifix on the wall behind her. The mayor is on the chintz-covered sofa, his hands clapped to his knees like a schoolboy.
Thabault stands by the door, clipboard in hand, taking notes. “I’ll get that rebate information for you,” he assures her in a low voice.
From an old article about him when he was mayor of Burlington, visiting residents of a poor neighborhood with the Ward Alderman --
She murmurs, “I don’t take welfare.”
The mayor says, “It’s not welfare. It’s money that never should have been taken from you in the first place, for God’s sake.”
The old woman looks at him and smiles indulgently. She clearly likes the mayor. “I shouldn’t say this,” she tells him, “but I saw you on TV the other night, with my son, when they finish fixing North Avenue? And my son says to me, ‘That Mayor Sanders, he’s a communist, you know.’ And do you know what I say to him?”
Sanders shakes his head no.
“I say to my son, ‘Don’t go around saying such things where intelligent people can hear. They’ll think you are stupid.’”
She laughs, a silvery laugh, and the mayor laughs, too, and rising from the sofa, he puts his huge hands on her tiny shoulders, thanks her and makes sure Thabault has got her address.
Stopping him at the door, the woman says, “I told my son that you’re a socialist, not a communist.”
“Precisely!” the mayor shouts.
“My son, he tells me, ‘What’s the difference?’ And you know what I tell him? I say, ‘If you can’t tell the difference, then you should not call the mayor a communist!’”
Thabault stands by the door, clipboard in hand, taking notes. “I’ll get that rebate information for you,” he assures her in a low voice.
From an old article about him when he was mayor of Burlington, visiting residents of a poor neighborhood with the Ward Alderman --
She murmurs, “I don’t take welfare.”
The mayor says, “It’s not welfare. It’s money that never should have been taken from you in the first place, for God’s sake.”
The old woman looks at him and smiles indulgently. She clearly likes the mayor. “I shouldn’t say this,” she tells him, “but I saw you on TV the other night, with my son, when they finish fixing North Avenue? And my son says to me, ‘That Mayor Sanders, he’s a communist, you know.’ And do you know what I say to him?”
Sanders shakes his head no.
“I say to my son, ‘Don’t go around saying such things where intelligent people can hear. They’ll think you are stupid.’”
She laughs, a silvery laugh, and the mayor laughs, too, and rising from the sofa, he puts his huge hands on her tiny shoulders, thanks her and makes sure Thabault has got her address.
Stopping him at the door, the woman says, “I told my son that you’re a socialist, not a communist.”
“Precisely!” the mayor shouts.
“My son, he tells me, ‘What’s the difference?’ And you know what I tell him? I say, ‘If you can’t tell the difference, then you should not call the mayor a communist!’”
https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2015/10/bernie-sanders-mayor/407413/
Nice story about the genesis of a commie.
Where's the carpenter story, mr. fan club president?
Sheriff Joe
DA
Someone's got some splaining to do.
Twins, one white and one black, turn heads...
http://www.fox5ny.com/news/278721861-story
Twins, one white and one black, turn heads...
http://www.fox5ny.com/news/278721861-story
You didn't read the whole article, I see.
Wez
DA
Oh look, the turd herder looking down his nose....
What kind of carpenter was bern?
I think he was the kind that got fired or quit after he figured out how hard it is.