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Wow

Wow

Wow.

Good for you Mark Warner.

I guess not all U.S. Senators are as dumb as a box of rocks.

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Ben Swann

Ben Swann

Ben Swann

Ben Swann takes a look at the GOP Memo on the FBI and explains why the real story here is one with FISA transparency, in this Reality Check w/Ben Swann.

https://www.facebook.com/390440929107589/videos/1727795750618701

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Damn. That escalated quickly

Damn. That escalated quickly

Damn. That escalated quickly.

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Bitcoin, I’ll never let you go

Bitcoin, I'll never let you go

Bitcoin, I’ll never let you go.

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Eren asking for one more

Eren asking for one more

Eren asking for one more.

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The patriarchy is out in force today celebrating their…

The patriarchy is out in force today celebrating their annual sports ritual.

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The memo detailing the FISA process used to authorize…

The memo detailing the FISA process used to authorize...

The memo detailing the FISA process used to authorize...

The memo detailing the FISA process used to authorize...

The memo detailing the FISA process used to authorize...

The memo detailing the FISA process used to authorize wiretapping Trump associate Carter Page.

https://static01.nyt.com/packages/pdf/20180202_memo/HMTG-115-IG00-20180129-SD001.pdf

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10.11 TH/s

10.11 TH/s

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Square Cash Bitcoin Purchase

Square Cash Bitcoin Purchase

Square Cash Bitcoin Purchase

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A Tax Poem

A Tax Poem

Tax his land; tax his bed; tax the table at which he’s fed.
Tax his tractor; tax his mule; teach him taxes are the rule.
Tax his work; tax his pay; he works for peanuts anyway!
Tax his cow; tax his goat; tax his pants; tax his coat.
Tax his ties; tax his shirt; tax his work; tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco; tax his drink; tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his cigars; tax his beers; If he cries, tax his tears.
Tax his car; tax his gas; find other ways to tax his a___.
Tax all he has, then let him know that you won’t be done ‘til he has no dough.
When he screams and hollers, then tax him some more; tax him ‘til he’s good and sore.
Then tax his coffin; tax his grave; tax the sod in which he’s laid.
Put these words upon his tomb, “Taxes drove me to my doom…”.
When he’s gone, do not relax; its time to apply the inheritance tax.

~Anonymous

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