Some stories involve so many odd aspects that they’re hard to believe, such as a recent spat invoIving Target’s woke Santa nutcrackers, Fox News host Jesse Watters joking about those nutcrackers, and the ladies on ABC’s “The View” going absolutely berserk over what he said about them.
As background, Target has decided to ignore whatever lesson it could have Iearned from outrage over aspects of its Pride Month apparel, such as Satanist-designed clothing, and released a number of pieces of woke Christmas decor that, predictably, infuriated conservative groups.
The company’s decision to release such products comes despite its financial losses that some connect to conservative boycotts and outrage.
FNC’s Jesse Watter responded by mocking the woke items, both on FNC and on X. Posting a clip of himself on X, Watters captioned it by mocking the items, saying, We’re witnessing the Dylanization of corporate America.
Companies are committing financial sui cide- one after the other. Target hired Gay Cruella to run their merchandising strategy and now they’re selling g ay nutcrackers and disabled Santa’s. And if you want one, you can just steal it, because they won’t stop you.
Joy Behar of “The View” then got particularly angry about Watters’ remarks, yelling, on the show, You know I realize it’s a compIex idea to get your mind around, Mr. Watters, but does Fox News understand that not every human being is heterose xual and caucasian? I don’t think they see that!
Neighbors Kept Their Distance after I Moved In, until I Found Out the Shocking Reason
I moved into a new neighborhood, hoping to find new friends and the comfort of suburban life. However, no one was happy to see me.
Citizens avoided me, and neighbors peeked at me behind their fences. One day, I discovered something that sent shivers down my spine. Could this be the real reason for their hostility?I had just moved into a new house, rented through an agency, in a small suburb. It was a quaint little place with neat lawns and friendly-looking homes.
I had hoped for a peaceful and friendly life, imagining neighbors stopping by to say hello and welcoming me to the community. But that didn’t happen. From the first day, I noticed the cold shoulders. People didn’t greet me or even make eye contact. It was as if I was invisible.
I tried not to let it bother me, but it was hard not to feel lonely. One sunny afternoon, I was watering the flowers in my front yard when I saw a little girl riding her bike down the street.
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