“I was prepared to go on stage to craft a statement, saying he decided not to go on stage because of fact-checking… we couldn’t compromise on that.”
As Lemon was preparing that statement, Trump walked onto the stage.
“I was prepared to go on stage to craft a statement, saying he decided not to go on stage because of fact-checking… we couldn’t compromise on that.”
As Lemon was preparing that statement, Trump walked onto the stage.
I didn’t say it hurt me, I said it was hurtful.
Regarding your race I don’t recall, but from memory I know you’re poor, sick, live in a Midwestern town or similar (I could check the Domino’s receipt stub and get a lot more info) enough family names and other trivia I could probably doxx you in an hour but I won’t bother.
Just this gem though, can’t you see the irony of you telling someone else not to make racist jokes when that’s exactly what you did?
If it didn’t hurt you, how do you know it hurt anyone else? Why do you speak for them.
And I didn’t make a racist joke, I made a joke about racists. It’s amazing you can’t tell what the difference is. You better never listen to a Richard Pryor routine.