Honestly, if it’s a choice between me and some people I don’t know half a world away, I’m picking me. That goes twice when the choices are:
Pick the gal who will piss off the dictator to the point where he complains that he’s not getting enough bombs and missiles quick enough for his bloodthirstiness…like her former boss did.
Pick the guy who will hand more than enough bombs and missiles to kill every single Palestinian at least once, if not more than once, while grinding American Muslims under the bootheel of Right-Wing Authoritarianism.
Honestly, if it’s a choice between me and some people I don’t know half a world away, I’m picking me. That goes twice when the choices are:
I’ll pick the gal every single fucking time.