Republicans this year quietly cut millions of dollars of funding for the late and beloved Dolly Parton’s children’s book charity, according to multiple reports. Imagination Library, the nonprofit founded by Parton that sends free books to children across the world, faces an uncertain future in Indiana and Missouri as Republican lawmakers limit public funding, Newsweekreported Wednesday.
In this case, if they learn reading comprehension and critical thinking at an early age then they won’t be Republicans when they’re old enough to vote
It’s true, and sadly most people stay in the low-level, high-control systems they are indoctrinated into. The foundations are unhealthy, to not question, not be curious and want to understand the fascinating world around them, just do the same things we always did, and repeat the unhealthy dysfunctional ways. They get job, hardly make enough to pay bills, disillusioned, have a child they think will make them feel better and needed, etc. repeat.
That’s precisely it. The Gross Old Pedophiles jealously guard their imbecile supporters and cultivate their ignorance like a cash crop.
Yeah, I was republican until I was, um, 19? And that’s because I grew up in a cult where the word liberal is a sin but my parents and grandparents themselves are cool. Like literally I went to a city council meeting in a town the cult controlled and the town engineer gave estimates. He explained that they were for the most traffic the proposed intersection would get, but they were going to call them finger quotes conservative estimates so they would think they were good estimates. And did that kind of sophistic bullshit all night.
You’d think that would have gotten me out of the cult, but see there was this woman.
nine years later and that, kids, is how I met your cousin!
not that many years, but yeah
we were at college and she had been dating my roommate’s little brother. he had recently left on one of those mission trips and i had recently met her. we clicked, i asked her on a date, then i asked her name to put her number in my phone. and she and my mother share a maiden name. so we decided on a friend date where we figure out our “Bacon numbers” from each other and the stories of how our families diverged. we were at a large religish college so I’m sure this scene was being played out daily, we needed that icelandic incest app.
dueling banjos intensifies 😁
you make me realize i need to include these anecdotes on the liner notes to my albums in that portion of my book.