My leftie friends are already smelling blood in the water.
It’s called the disease of false accusations.
They will soon pay the piper.
Adults?
Not kids but college jocks?
I’m thinking that they would have been able to kick some doctor’s scrawny little ass.
GET NEW FRIENDS. It’s their OWN BLOOD THEY ARE SMELLING
That ain’t blood, it’s hair and theirs is on fire. The progs are desperate for a win. That makes them do stupid things. My sister calls it the “tyranny of the urgent”.
"Already"?
Really odd word choice, since this story is in its third, fourth, or fifth iteration.
And anyone "smelling blood in the water" over this weak and tattered re-attempt to ding Jordan is on something.
You need smarter friends.