tyb
o7
she is a actress and does not mean it.
not buying it.
this is one deranged witch and bitter old woman.
Pencil neck schiff up meow
kash is losing his shit again
he has got to stop.
he just called schiff a coward.
you are a political buffoon at best
maybe anon is the only one who thinks that kash should not be triggered by the usual suspects like booker and schiff.
he can give them hell but not as a response.
bad for optics.
makes him look like he cannot handle stress.
oh well, just anons opine.
nope
anon knows what their games are and how to counter them.
been doing this for far too long and over 4 decades of stressful situations and management.
when all around you are losing their heads,
this type of training comes from personal experience irl and learning from your mistakes.
there are some who will walk through the storm guided by God .
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“If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!”
― Rudyard Kipling, If: A Father's Advice to His Son