IIRC you're supposed to drink until you urinate in order to confirm proper hydration. Drinking milk until I pee sounds tough.
Thanks for that, very enlightening.
Sic semper tyranus.
This reminds me of what Germany was like c.1930.
Not a shitpost, but liked and subscribed anyway.
He saved the Murcan taxpayer 100k.
It cost 1m.
Efficiency at its biggest and best.
Lolol he's gonna take credit for other programs that already exist… again.
“Nasssty Canada, with its healthcare and reciprocal tariffs!” Krasnov hissed. “It burns us, precious!”
He hunched over in the dim glow of the Oval Office, stroking a golden golf ball in his palms, his eyes darting between it and the maps spread across his desk. “They take advantage of us, yes they do. Always winning, always smug with their free doctor visits and politeness. Weak! But strong! It’s tricksy, so tricksy!”
A cough echoed from the corner. His chief of staff, a weary-looking man with thinning hair, cleared his throat. “Sir, this—uh—this meeting with Prime Minister Trudeau is important. We need to discuss trade.”
Krasnov recoiled, clutching the ball tighter. “Trade?! TRADE?! Filthy free-traders! They cheat us! Steal from us! But we—” He paused, his voice dropping into a desperate whisper. “We could… could take their milk, yes, yes! Their delicious dairy! Make America milky again!”
His chief of staff pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sir, we already produce a lot of milk.”
Krasnov’s face twisted, his fingers tightening around the golf ball like a strangling grip. “No! Canadian milk is special! It’s… socialist milk! It must be destroyed! We put tariffs on it, we crush them, and then we take it for ourselves, yessss!”
A flicker of doubt passed across his face. He shook his head violently, as though fighting himself. “But what if… what if Canada is right?” His voice softened, a pained expression twisting his features. “What if… universal healthcare isn’t nasssty? What if… it’s… good?”
He gasped, stumbling backward, horror-stricken. “No! No, no, no, never! That’s socialism! That’s evil! We hates it!” He flung the golf ball across the room, where it clattered against a bust of Lincoln and rolled onto the carpet.
His chief of staff stared, unsure of what to say.
Krasnov froze, then slowly crawled toward the ball, cradling it again in his hands. “We must punish Canada. Yes, precious. We must make them pay. Or else… or else we lose.”
A long silence followed.
Finally, the chief of staff sighed. “I’ll call the trade representative.”
We like our women with bodily autonomy and with the right to choose.
We like our right to protest without the fear of being jailed and deported.
We like our heads of state to be respectful and respected on the world stage.
We like our right to privacy without surveillance, and our civil servants free from Krasnov’s oligarchs.
Most importantly, we like our beer to be unshittified!
Sincerely,
The Canadians who haven't already fallen victim to your propaganda.
“I will immediately bring prices down starting on Day 1,” he said on Aug. 15, for example. “Starting the day I take the oath of office, I will rapidly drive prices down,” he promised later that same month.
He backed away from that last month.
Everything's normal. This is what you voted for, Murca!
ETA For those following these comments:
Hanlon's razor is an adage or rule of thumb that states: Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity.
Given the track record of those in the current ruling class of Murca, I agree with those comments which suggest we can exchange the placement of "malice" and "stupidity".
Krasnov just DGAF about the plebs who voted for him, at best. At worst, he's actively destroying the economy, democracy, and the plebs he lied to.
"Glory to Aristotska! Papers, please."
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Talk to old people. They have time to listen. Delete all social media.