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Clothes, Creepy, and Dad: DEMOCRATS Published 7 hours ago Last Update 6 hours ago Ocasio-Cortez claims she can't afford DC apartment, but records show she has at least $15,000 in savings Dental Insurance Plan By Lukas Mikelionis | Fox News A DELTA DENTAL HEy, LOOK HOW MUCH SKINNERMAKES $25,000 A YEAR HE'S 40 YEARS OLD TIMES 25 GRAND. WHOA! HE'S AMILLIONAIRE! PLUS IN THE SUMMER HE PAINTS HOUSES HE'S A BILLIONAIRE A BLWIONATRE callmegoddess618: prochoice-or-gtfo: tempest-caller: myfatfuckingface: vice-s-assistant: reverseracism: mysharona1987: Reminds me of the time they tried to claim she grow up in *this* house and was therefore a pampered limousine liberal.  The gas-lighting here is off the charts.  And now So..uh funny story about that last part to this: Dude bro who post this on Twitter…is kind of a real fucking creep. Posts a lot of female DC staffers/government employees body parts and makes creepy comments about them. Also writes for the Washington Examiner (and still is as of writing this).  Go fucking figure.  People who have never struggled financially have no idea what it looks like. They think everyone who lives in poverty should be constantly covered in dirt and tattered rags. 🙄🙄🙄 I can’t tell you how many times people told me I wasn’t poor because “If you were, you couldn’t afford x thing,” where “x thing” was usually something I absolutely could not afford normally but either got as a gift, got at a massively reduced price in a garage sale or thrift store, or found somewhere for free. Some of my furniture for example is stuff people were throwing away despite being in perfectly good condition, like my TV. It’s one of those older box TVs that are absurdly big. Owning stuff isn’t a sign of anything half the time. And uh, it’s not like she could go to work in rags! Lots of poor people have to buy or rent dress clothes for work. That doesn’t mean shit. It’s just how the world works. Also that house they’re showing is so small and looks old? It probably isn’t worth much. But it’s also rural, so she’d HAVE to go to whatever city was closest for things like groceries or school, probably. How does that prove anything about her upbringing? People really don’t know what poor is. Wow. ❄💙 Bella 💙❄ I own quite a few nice looking items of clothes. Some of them were gifts, others were thrifted, some are quality replicas of unaffordable items. I still struggle to make my rent every month and I have zero savings, but most people would not know that by looking at me.Poverty doesn’t have to be rags and begging outside the subway station. It can be the grad student eating nothing but mashed potatoes for a week. Ocasio-Cortez’s opponents are just looking for whatever they can to criticize her.-V Seriously. All of my leggings and half of my dresses are Lularoe. They are all gifts from my mom, my step mom, my sister, and my dad.
Clothes, Creepy, and Dad: DEMOCRATS Published 7 hours ago Last Update 6 hours ago
 Ocasio-Cortez claims she can't afford
 DC apartment, but records show she
 has at least $15,000 in savings
 Dental Insurance Plan
 By Lukas Mikelionis | Fox News
 A DELTA DENTAL

 HEy, LOOK HOW MUCH
 SKINNERMAKES
 $25,000 A YEAR

 HE'S 40 YEARS OLD
 TIMES 25 GRAND.
 WHOA! HE'S AMILLIONAIRE!

 PLUS IN THE SUMMER
 HE PAINTS HOUSES
 HE'S A BILLIONAIRE
 A BLWIONATRE
callmegoddess618:
prochoice-or-gtfo:


tempest-caller:

myfatfuckingface:


vice-s-assistant:

reverseracism:

mysharona1987:

Reminds me of the time they tried to claim she grow up in *this* house and was therefore a pampered limousine liberal. 
The gas-lighting here is off the charts. 

And now

So..uh funny story about that last part to this: Dude bro who post this on Twitter…is kind of a real fucking creep. Posts a lot of female DC staffers/government employees body parts and makes creepy comments about them. Also writes for the Washington Examiner (and still is as of writing this). 
Go fucking figure. 


People who have never struggled financially have no idea what it looks like. They think everyone who lives in poverty should be constantly covered in dirt and tattered rags. 🙄🙄🙄


I can’t tell you how many times people told me I wasn’t poor because “If you were, you couldn’t afford x thing,” where “x thing” was usually something I absolutely could not afford normally but either got as a gift, got at a massively reduced price in a garage sale or thrift store, or found somewhere for free. Some of my furniture for example is stuff people were throwing away despite being in perfectly good condition, like my TV. It’s one of those older box TVs that are absurdly big. 
Owning stuff isn’t a sign of anything half the time. And uh, it’s not like she could go to work in rags! Lots of poor people have to buy or rent dress clothes for work. That doesn’t mean shit. It’s just how the world works. 
Also that house they’re showing is so small and looks old? It probably isn’t worth much. But it’s also rural, so she’d HAVE to go to whatever city was closest for things like groceries or school, probably. How does that prove anything about her upbringing?
People really don’t know what poor is. Wow.
❄💙 Bella 💙❄

I own quite a few nice looking items of clothes. Some of them were gifts, others were thrifted, some are quality replicas of unaffordable items. I still struggle to make my rent every month and I have zero savings, but most people would not know that by looking at me.Poverty doesn’t have to be rags and begging outside the subway station. It can be the grad student eating nothing but mashed potatoes for a week. Ocasio-Cortez’s opponents are just looking for whatever they can to criticize her.-V


Seriously. All of my leggings and half of my dresses are Lularoe. They are all gifts from my mom, my step mom, my sister, and my dad.

callmegoddess618: prochoice-or-gtfo: tempest-caller: myfatfuckingface: vice-s-assistant: reverseracism: mysharona1987: Reminds me of...

9/11, America, and Children: The Turkey Story So it's 2001, and my family drives from fu California and like three blizzards to get to Ohio for into a nursing home and it's their last holiday in that house. So its a bit bittersweet but ultimately a good thing. Since it's their last holiday there, the family pulls out all the stops when it comes to dinner, all the Russian desserts come out, as does the Lethal Bacon Mashed Potatoes and the horrible candied yams with the mini marshmallows dish because not all expressions of love are even if they are si In the spirit of going alout, Uncle Bobby smokes a Turkey Uncle Bobby started cooking as a boy foil-wrapped potatoes into a campfire and has been ad- dicted since, and now has a hand-made smokehouse in the backyard where he makes various cured meats and other delights. He seasons the turkey in the traditional manner, but he and grandpa have a shared passion for SO Game Hen seasoned that way, for them. Then Bobby has a Brilliant Idea. He realizes that he can stuff the turkey (once it has been smoked) with regular stuffing, and there is still plenty of room for him to put the game hen inside THAT, and stuff the game hen be- cuase why not? He confers with Mom, and she explains how to cut open the turkey so there's dramatic reveal as the stuffing and game hen come out. It's Genius. Except, of course, that my Aunt Sue is attending, Uncle Cliff s after her So the day of the dinner, tensions are running a bit high, between the marathon cooking, the kids al being trapped indoors due to aforementioned blizzards, and Uncle Cliff deciding that the best way to amuse himself is by hiding from the adults in the basement, getting drunk and rambling about how various ethic groups were destroying America. Being that I had close Muslim friends that were leaving the country becuase of 9/11, 1 was near tears from this nonsense and ready to n roughly five times my size. Sue, for some reason, keeps coming down and defending him, or telling us we're rotten children for 'attacking him, becuase she Must Stand By Her Man, even if her man is a hefty bag of dog feces with an ugly mustache My sister eventually boits upstairs to tattle and my grandfather limps down to the basement and brandishes his Hip Bone Cane, hands rock-steady in spite of the Parkinson's slowly taking over him. Firstly Cliff, It may not be my roof much longer but while you are under it you will be civil, or Ill beat your skull in. Also, dinner's ready, everyone go wash up. We go upstairs and sit down, and do the traditional "Name one thing you're thankful for as the bread gets passed around the table, and things calm down a bit. Bobby brings out the Turkey and everyone goes OOH becuase it's really pretty, them Mom carves it open so that the stuffing spills out dramatically along with the game hen and there's an appreciative gasp all around becuase it looks cool. Only Sue KEEPS gasping, in utter horror, before getting up and clasping her hands to her face ala Edvard Munch and shrieks OH MY GOD IT WAS PREGNANTI We all stare at Sue. We all look back at the fully-dressed-cooked-and-stuffed birds that in no way had any internal organs in them or ever gave live birth Then we all looked back at Sue, trying to figure out where to begin but since shed been trying to justify Cliffs behavior she was pretty much free-associating conspiracies and scandals now, and just kept going. IT WAS PREGNANT MY GOD WE'VE COMMITTED AN ABORTION WE'RE ALL GOING TO HELL FOR THIS, I'M SO SORRY JESUS She goes into full pearl-clutching gibbering horror at this point and falls back into her chair like it's a Victorian fainting couch only it's a shitty chair from the Eisenhower administration so it collapses and she slams into the floor, sobbing and kicking her feet like a toddler Everyone watched for a moment before my Mom sighs heavily and starts carving and serving the turkey while my grandmother mouths she's not coming back Cliff, reactions delayed by about six beers, finally notices his wife is on the floor and tries to pick her up, are assisted by Dad, who is saintly patient man and less immune to this jacknapery at that point. I am stuffing dinner rolls into my face to keep from laughing at this grand spectacle ICANT EAT IT, I REFUSE TO PARTAKE IN THIS BARBARISM Sue begins but Dad puts on his best Kindly Father voice (he was heavily involved with the catholic church and even considered becoming a priest before getting drafted but that's another story)and assures Sue that she need not eat, or even be in the room if she wants. She nods, placated by being the center of attention again, and Dad goes in for the kill. I wouldn't want you to go hungry. Can I make you some That would be lovely." Said Sue, joke flying over her ng 747. I recall watching my grandmot her nearly choke to death on the green beans over that, and everyone pointedly trying to avoid talking about anything poultry-related while Sue sat there and ate the most ironic scrambled eggs in the history of mankind. Shortly thereafter, Cliff threw up in the sink and they went home, and the party got underway properly, with Grandpa raising a toast to Mom and Uncle Bobby For t Turkey has been an staple since then. I'll see if I can hit Uncle Bobby up for instructions but if you decide to make it 1. you HAVE to shriek "OH MY GOD IT WAS PREGNANT when you carve it open, or it's not authentic and won't taste as good 2. Share the pictures with me, Very planned Parenthood
9/11, America, and Children: The Turkey Story
 So it's 2001, and my family drives from fu
 California and like three blizzards to get to Ohio for
 into
 a nursing home and it's their last holiday in that house.
 So its a bit bittersweet but ultimately a good thing.
 Since it's their last holiday there, the family pulls out
 all the stops when it comes to dinner, all the Russian
 desserts come out, as does the Lethal Bacon Mashed
 Potatoes and the horrible candied yams with the mini
 marshmallows dish because not all expressions of love
 are
 even if they are si
 In the spirit of going
 alout, Uncle Bobby smokes a Turkey
 Uncle Bobby started cooking as a boy
 foil-wrapped potatoes into a campfire and has been ad-
 dicted since, and now has a hand-made smokehouse in
 the backyard where he makes various cured meats and
 other delights. He seasons the turkey in the traditional
 manner, but he and grandpa have a shared passion for
 SO
 Game Hen seasoned that way, for them.
 Then Bobby has a Brilliant Idea. He realizes that he can
 stuff the turkey (once it has been smoked) with regular
 stuffing, and there is still plenty of room for him to put
 the game hen inside THAT, and stuff the game hen be-
 cuase why not? He confers with Mom, and she explains
 how to cut open the turkey so there's dramatic reveal
 as the stuffing and game hen come out. It's Genius.
 Except, of course, that my Aunt Sue is attending, Uncle
 Cliff s
 after her
 So the day of the dinner, tensions are running a bit
 high, between the marathon cooking, the kids al being
 trapped indoors due to aforementioned blizzards,
 and Uncle Cliff deciding that the best way to amuse
 himself is by hiding from the adults in the basement,
 getting drunk and rambling about how various ethic
 groups were destroying America. Being that I had close
 Muslim friends that were leaving the country becuase of
 9/11, 1 was near tears from this nonsense and ready to
 n roughly five times my size.
 Sue, for some reason, keeps coming down and
 defending him, or telling us we're rotten children
 for 'attacking him, becuase she Must Stand By Her
 Man, even if her man is a hefty bag of dog feces with an
 ugly
 mustache
 My sister eventually boits upstairs to tattle and
 my grandfather limps down to the basement and
 brandishes his Hip Bone Cane, hands rock-steady in
 spite of the Parkinson's slowly taking over him.
 Firstly Cliff, It may not be my roof much longer but
 while you are under it you will be civil, or Ill beat your
 skull in. Also, dinner's ready, everyone go wash up.
 We go upstairs and sit down, and do the
 traditional "Name one thing you're thankful for as the
 bread gets passed around the table, and things calm
 down a bit. Bobby brings out the Turkey and everyone
 goes OOH becuase it's really pretty, them Mom carves
 it open so that the stuffing spills out dramatically along
 with the game hen and there's an appreciative gasp all
 around becuase it looks cool.
 Only Sue KEEPS gasping, in utter horror, before getting
 up and clasping her hands to her face ala Edvard
 Munch and shrieks
 OH MY GOD IT WAS PREGNANTI
 We all stare at Sue. We all look back at the
 fully-dressed-cooked-and-stuffed birds that in no way
 had any internal organs in them or ever gave live birth
 Then we all looked back at Sue, trying to figure out
 where to begin but since shed been trying to justify
 Cliffs behavior she was pretty much free-associating
 conspiracies and scandals now, and just kept going.
 IT WAS PREGNANT MY GOD WE'VE COMMITTED AN
 ABORTION WE'RE ALL GOING TO HELL FOR THIS, I'M
 SO SORRY JESUS She goes into full pearl-clutching
 gibbering horror at this point and falls back into her
 chair like it's a Victorian fainting couch only it's a
 shitty chair from the Eisenhower administration so it
 collapses and she slams into the floor, sobbing and
 kicking her feet like a toddler
 Everyone watched for a moment before my Mom sighs
 heavily and starts carving and serving the turkey while
 my grandmother mouths she's not coming back
 Cliff, reactions delayed by about six beers, finally
 notices his wife is on the floor and tries to pick her up,
 are assisted by Dad,
 who is saintly patient man and less immune to this
 jacknapery at that point. I am stuffing dinner rolls into
 my face to keep from laughing at this grand spectacle
 ICANT EAT IT, I REFUSE TO PARTAKE IN THIS
 BARBARISM Sue begins but Dad puts on his best
 Kindly Father voice (he was heavily involved with the
 catholic church and even considered becoming a priest
 before getting drafted but that's another story)and
 assures Sue that she need not eat, or even be in the
 room if she wants. She nods, placated by being the
 center of attention again, and Dad goes in for the kill.
 I wouldn't want you to go hungry. Can I make you
 some
 That would be lovely." Said Sue, joke flying over her
 ng 747. I recall watching my grandmot
 her nearly choke to death on the green beans over that,
 and everyone pointedly trying to avoid talking about
 anything poultry-related while Sue sat there and ate the
 most ironic scrambled eggs in the history of mankind.
 Shortly thereafter, Cliff threw up in the sink and they
 went home, and the party got underway properly, with
 Grandpa raising a toast to Mom and Uncle Bobby For
 t Turkey has been an
 staple since then. I'll see if I can hit Uncle Bobby up for
 instructions but if you decide to make it 1. you HAVE
 to shriek "OH MY GOD IT WAS PREGNANT when you
 carve it open, or it's not authentic and won't taste as
 good 2. Share the pictures with me,
Very planned Parenthood

Very planned Parenthood