Jourmos are too busy drinking to deal with having sold their souls for a paycheck.
Just IMAGINE how eager they were to chase that Pulitzer when they were idealistic journalism majors - how they virtue-signaled to their classmates and professors about the solemn duty of journalists to uncover and report the truth.
Contrast THAT visual with the reality of their grubby, scared, bullied little lives, dominated by an editor who is dominated by a publisher who is dominated by the cabal that runs our lives and pushes tranny culture. The daily lies, the daily compromises, the daily humiliations - who WOULDN'T stay drunk?
I'd rather drive a truck. You?
When you complain, ur friends roll their eyes and ur enemies rejoice
"Because I SAY I am" is a todler's tantrum, not "science"
You cannot betray me - only yourself, to me.
Who cuts off your dick is not a friend
An opinion you won't defend is not your own
Humanity's Law of the Jungle: Survival NOT of the fittest, but of the tribe
When peeing in the pool, stand on the edge
If gender is not sex, why should a gender claim change what sex you shower with?