The Pozzidency of Donald J. Trump: Typhoid Donnie's Slow Hypoxic Demise **Sweat Thread** (updated 100x/minute)

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I’ve been getting a bunch, too, but they have my moms name in them

Lol, just like y’all called it, Trump had no idea who Bob Woodward was other than a famous journalist. Lol, dumb morherfucker took the interviews and didn’t even look into his work.

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Now that I think about it, it would be pretty spectacular for a reporter to respond after one of Trump’s nonsense answers with a pause to consider, and then, “You’re a dumb motherfucker, aren’t you?”

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Also, Jonkarl or who ever was dumb for not having a couple quotes to read off where trum called it a hoax and said the flu was worse

I’ve said it before, but at this point every news station should just be sending in experienced trial attorneys and treating it like they are taking a deposition of an experienced corporate representative. You’ve got to know he’s going to evade or lie, so you have to have follow up shit to hit him with that makes him look like a chump.

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But her emails!!!11!!!one!!!

onion … Onion … ONION

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GREATEST ECONOMY IN AMERICAN HISTORY

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“This is the third time they’re back here!” one man fumed as the power company workers, protected by sheriff’s deputies, pulled the meters from the electrical boxes. “The third!”

“We a bunch of sorry ass men!” shouted a former felon who had served prison time on cocaine and battery convictions. “If our kids go without light, it’s because of our sorry asses.” He castigated his neighbors for spending their stimulus checks on drugs and alcohol, and then peeled a $20 from a three-inch stack of cash.

“Who else? Who else?” he called out as he dropped the bill on the sidewalk. “We need money!”

Soon the pile was growing, and the Star residents who gave were angrily accusing those who hadn’t of freeloading. “Nobody trusts nobody,” yelled a woman in a tank top and red pajama pants who tossed a $50 bill onto the sidewalk.

“I paid my rent,” shouted someone, who tossed in a $10 bill.

An elderly woman covered in bedbug bites threw $1.88 into the pot. “It’s all I got,” she said.

They were still $525.12 short.

The aging motels along Florida’s Highway 192 have long been barometers of a fragile economy. In good times they drew budget-conscious tourists from China, South America and elsewhere, whose dollars helped to pay the salaries of legions of low-wage service workers; the people who made one of the world’s largest tourism destinations — “the most magical place on earth” — run.

In tough times, the motels degenerated into shelters of last resort in a city where low-income housing shortages were among the most severe in the nation and the social safety net was collapsing. Now they were fast becoming places where it was possible to glimpse what a complete social and economic collapse might look like in America.

Executive salaries at companies such as Disney and Universal soared. So did local real estate prices, buoyed by a booming market for gated, luxury vacation homes.

But almost nothing was done to address the reality that many service workers had emerged from the recession saddled with stagnant wages, bad credit or eviction records that made it nearly impossible for them to rent an apartment and return to a normal life. Many spent much of the past decade stuck in motels with restful names — the Paradise, the Palm, the Shining Light, the Star, the Magic Castle — that belied an increasingly grim reality for both the owners and tenants who found themselves trapped together.

When Rose’s family landed at the motel earlier this year, after a few years in a house followed by a string of increasingly dilapidated motels, she felt as if she had hit “rock bottom.” The hot water didn’t work, and the toilet was clogged with hypodermic needles and crack pipes, she said. Rose’s grandmother and her 12-year-old brother, J.J., shared one bed. Her mother and stepfather took a second bed. Rose had a mattress to herself.

In April she started a gofundme account, hoping it might help her escape the Star. “Moving from hotel to hotel just want to be stable with my family,” she wrote in her pitch. But it drew no donations.

For much of the past year she had watched a gated community, consisting of 1,000 vacation homes, take shape just across the six-lane highway from the Star. All the while, her family sank deeper into poverty. The lesson for Rose was inescapable.

“The economy just keeps going up, up, up, and the minimum wage is staying the same. So how do they expect people to be able to pay their rent and pay for their car? That’s why more people are ending up in these hotels. There’s not enough resources out there to help us be able to help ourselves.”

“Trying to find rental or anything to get us out of here,” wrote Maykayla Harper, who was 20, pregnant and earning about $9 an hour at Burger King.

The problem: There were almost no apartments for people earning less than $25 an hour.

The list of people and agencies that had abandoned the Star as it descended into near-anarchy and filth was long and growing. The owner had disappeared in January. Osceola County Public School employees stopped visits to the motel around the same time. It was too dangerous, a school official said.

The county’s Human Services Department said there was little it could do to help the people stuck there. The county didn’t have any homeless shelters, and local officials weren’t going to spend money to help people find refuge in safer motels.

“We want them out of the hotels,” said Celestia McCloud, the county’s director of human services.

Sheldon and Jones brought in only about $1,500 a month in Social Security and disability payments, which meant that most motels were beyond their budget. Austria found a $1,000-a-month motel that would take them and promised that she would help Sheldon and Jones with the bill until she could find them a cheaper option.

After the power went out at the Star, Rose’s family spent the last of their savings on a week’s stay at the Magic Castle, where the rooms were going for $39 a night. The plan was to buy time until they could come up with a plan.

Her stepfather had applied for a dishwashing job at Chili’s but didn’t get it. Rose was temporarily out of work, too. One of the employees on her shift at Taco Bell had tested positive for the novel coronavirus, and she couldn’t go back to work until she proved she was virus free.

“Everything has got a waiting list or costs too much money,” she texted her manager.

Her boss replied with an address of a testing site that was 11 miles away. But neither Rose nor her parents had a car. So, it wasn’t an option.

She pushed open the door to Room 236 and was greeted by a blast of hot air that smelled of cat urine, cockroaches and mold. She didn’t flinch. Inside, Rose had tacked a Puerto Rican flag to one of the walls. A broken television sat atop her dresser along with a plastic trophy from Taco Bell that praised her “hard work and dedication.”

“Only five or six people out of 30 got one,” Rose said of the trophy.

The rent for the new place was $1,350 a month. For it to last, Rose’s stepfather, who was starting at Burger King and Boston Market, would need to work 50 to 60 hours a week. Rose’s mother, who can only work part time because she collects disability, needed 20 hours a week.

She had moved to the Orlando area with her parents when she was just a toddler. Her family’s house outside Providence, R.I., was purchased to make way for an airport expansion.

“I’d love to go back to my hometown,” her mother had said earlier that morning.

“Our hometown,” Rose corrected.

“But they don’t have nothing,” her mom continued.

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This is such a depressing reality for so many people.

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Watch The Florida Project if you haven’t seen it. It’s fantastic and deals with this subject matter.

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I read this as I was eating a fucking bougie dinner in my favorite restaurant on Palm Beach Island, and now I’m sitting here crying. I hate our fucking society.

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The Labor Party ran on this in Australia a decade ago and lost, then we got a nerfed version instead and it was a pretty disastrous boondoggle which will probably get rapidly eclipsed by 5G.

I watched this after two weeks of being cooped up with the flu so I was a little fragile to begin with. I sobbed. Heaving.

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Switch to the Trump rally on Youtube randomly to the crowd chanting “We love you!”. Holy shit.

My appetite for objectively excellent, emotionally devastating movies is currently zero. I just can’t do it right now.

The last movie in this category I attempted to watch was “Boyhood.” I couldn’t finish it and was legit messed up for a week.

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+1 to The Florida Project. It’s such a uniquely crafted film with fantastic acting and a compelling story.

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