It was a prophecy.
It was a prophecy.
Found the wine mom who can’t take a joke.
Once upon a time in Canada, there was a kid named Bane Edgelord. Unlike most of his classmates, who spent their evenings enjoying hockey or maple syrup (as one does in Canada), Bane had a different hobby: staying up all night arguing with strangers on the internet about the United States, particularly their healthcare system.
He knew nothing about healthcare, mind you, but that didn’t stop him. Bane thought he was an edgy badass, telling anyone who would listen that America’s system was broken and that Canadians were far superior. But here’s the catch: no one actually cared what Bane thought.
One night, Bane launched into a tirade in an online forum about how America’s healthcare was a “disaster,” how it was “run by greedy capitalists,” and how “Canadians did it better.” Of course, he had no idea what he was talking about. When someone asked him what a deductible was, he dodged the question, thinking his general disdain was enough to win the argument. Spoiler: it wasn’t.
He stayed up all night typing furiously at the keyboard, convinced that he was shaking the very foundation of the internet. Meanwhile, everyone in the forum had moved on to discuss pizza toppings.
By the time morning rolled around, Bane was exhausted, missed school for the third time that week, and officially failed out of his classes. His teachers gave up, his friends stopped calling, and his future in education was toast.
Now, Bane lives in his mom’s basement, still convinced he’s fighting the good fight. He spends his days watching YouTube videos about conspiracy theories and posting angry comments about American healthcare without realizing no one’s reading them. But hey, at least Bane still thinks he’s cool.
And so, Bane Edgelord remained in his basement, a self-proclaimed internet warrior—forever typing, forever ignored.
The end. Goodnight kiddo 💋
Oh, sweetie, you’re not capable of making me feel abused 💋 maybe when you grow up you’ll learn how to throw a punch.
Do you want me to read you a bed time story?
Hey now, don’t sell those wine moms short. They have a lot of built up rage, especially if they haven’t spoken to a manager in a while.
Why would I waste my time with that… when I can just ask you? Lmfao. Go to bed, kid.
providing fertility treatments for men who think they’re women, whatever that means
They can’t actually believe this, right? This is just nonsense to get the morons upset. He can’t really be that stupid.
What timeline is this? 😭
I just always expect it.
What homework? lol. Maybe you should go to bed. You’ve got school tomorrow.
That explains it.
Why would I make assumptions about where you live when I can just ask you?
And for a Canadian, you have a pretty unhealthy obsession with the United States. 🍁🤡
Right, black churches would make sense. Where is THE Black Church? ;)
Where do you live?
Black church sounds odd.
I don’t think you know what a hospital looks like when it is over capacity 🤡 but keep on talking like you know stuff.
I wasn’t going to say any of that.
I’m fine with that as long as states don’t get to make laws that affect federal hospitals thereby pushing people to other states to create an unneeded burden on the out of state hospital.
I hear that.
1/3 of them have been pushed up against the wall their whole lives, so it’s not really a threat anymore.
It was just a joke. Complain to the person who said it first, not me, who kept the joke rolling.