Another day another example of aggressively pretending to not understand what's going on

It's this video except 566 of the circles are red

The water issue with Data Centers is a made up issue. Thats why so many leftists and women oppose Data Centers. The key talking point on water was made by a Chinese woman, who lives in Hong Kong now. Literally a Leftist Chinese journo just made it up and everyone runs with it

This is literally every single Leftist argument on anything ever.

It's right there in the picture dumbass

This was brought on by an African Muslim saying that your IQ must be low if you don't expect to be robbed. Living in a different world

The old school 'Conservatives' are dying to throw us back to the Wolves yeah no kidding we don't believe in it

PR consultant.

You guys state how little Manga artists get paid, so when we say that you should sell to us, you should be happy to! Instead you want to complain that we shouldn't pirate content that won't be sold to us. Ok if that's the case... Stop throwing stones inside your glass houses.

Women are meant to have kids and raise them. The more society has shifted to trying to treat Men and Women as the same, the more miserable they have become. The push to get Women into higher education and high end jobs has turn them into debt slaves for their college loans.

Continuing my take on Malfoid, this covers 2 chapters including the trio introduction and Potions class. Also I've moved to calling her Dracaena. _Chapter 6 - The Journey From Platform Nine And Three-Quarters_ (Uncle Vernon gladly drops Harry off to the non-existent platform. Harry meets the Weasleys who help him find his way onto the train. Neville is introduced, he's lost his Frog. Hermione is introduced as Ron bemoans Scabbers existence.) --- Page 108-110 Three girls entered and Harry recognized the middle one at once: it was the pale girl from Madam Malkin’s robe shop. She was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than she’d shown back in Diagon Alley. "Is it true?" she said. "They’re saying all down the train that Harry Potter’s in this compartment. So it’s you, is it?" "Yes" said Harry. He was looking at the other girls. One was short and looked surprisingly tough. She had short, mousy brown hair that was badly combed. The other was taller than all of them, had a neat head of short black hair and was thin. She had dark eyes and stood with almost no expression at all. "Oh, this is Crabbe." said the pale girl gesturing to the shorter one, who gave an enthusiastic toothy grin. "And this is Goyle." The tall girl gave the faintest of smiles. "And my name’s Malfoy." She said proudly. One hand's thumb pointed to her chest, the other hand on her hip. "Dracaena Malfoy." Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Dracaena Malfoy looked at him. "Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford." Her lip was curled in disgust. She looked back to Harry. "You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort." She said, with a not so subtle glance at Ron. "I can help you there." She declared. She held out her hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it. "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks." He said coolly. Dracaena Malfoy looked confused, retracted her hand, then narrowed her eyes as she slowly said. "You would reject, me? ... I’d be careful if I were you... Potter." Her smile had totally faded, her brow had intensified and her silvery eyes had gone dark gray. "Unless you’re a bit politer, you’ll go the same as your parents. They didn’t know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riff-raff like the Weasleys and that, Hagrid, and it’ll rub off on you." Harry grit his teeth while Ron jumped up, fists curled, his face as Red as his hair. "Say that again." He said. "I dare you!" "Oh." She tilted her head "I knew Weasleys had no class but you're going to fight a girl, are you?" Malfoy sneered. The other girls chuckled. "I think it would be smart if you just left." Said Harry bluntly. "Harry, you can't let her say that about your parents!" Exclaimed Ron. Harry just frowned and stayed in his seat. Trying not to let his anger get the better of him. "Oh, so noble Potter. Wouldn't dare hit a girl." She looked at the table full of treats and her eyes sparkled. "But we don’t feel like leaving. We're so hungry you see. Surely you noble gentlemen wouldn't mind sharing with us young ladies." Malfoy nudged Goyle, who walked forward into the room, looming over even Ron. She looked entirely unphased by Ron's clenched fists. Ron hesitated as the tall girl reached past him towards the Chocolate Frogs. He looked over at Harry - who still wore a dark expression - then turned back and lunged forward. To his surprise, he was tackled and pushed to the ground by Crabbe before he even got close. She puffed out her chest and said "Ha, got you! Stupid Weasley! That's what-" She was interrupted by Goyles scream. A chocolate frog flew past Ron as he got off the floor, treats being knocked off the table. Scabbers the rat was hanging off her long fingers, sharp little teeth sunk into Goyle’s smooth knuckle. "Ah! Gross! Ah, get it off!" Goyle shook Scabbers back and forth as she howled. Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window, while Goyle started crying. She ran out the room with Crabbe right behind. Dracaena went to follow but stopped, glaring back at Harry and Ron. "You'll regret that. Potter." She vanished and Harry let out a sigh of relief. Ron scratched his head and said "Why is she so mad at you? It wasn't your Rat that bit her." --- _Chapter 7 - The Sorting Hat_ (Introduced to the ghosts, Sorting Hat talks about brave and daring Gryffindor, just and loyal Hufflepuff, ready of mind Ravenclaw and cunning Slytherin. The main cast all gets put in Gryffindor - including Neville. When talking about Snape and Quirrell, Harry's old scar acts up. Forbidden room announcement and introduced to Peeves the Poltergeist messing things up.) --- _Chapter 8 - The Potions Master_ (Everyone pointing out Harry as he goes around, general introduction to teachers. Quirrell is evasive about his turban which smells.) --- Pg 136-139 Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name. "Ah, yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new... Celebrity." Dracaena Malfoy and her friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making." He began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word. Like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death... if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." More silence followed this little speech. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead. "Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Powdered root of what, to an infusion of wormwood? He remembered the name wormwood from reading his books back in Privet Drive, but he didn't know what it was. Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as stumped as he was; Hermione's hand had shot into the air. "I don't know, sir." said Harry. Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut. Fame clearly isn't everything." He ignored Hermione's hand. "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, but Harry didn't have the faintest idea what a bezoar was. He didn't even recognize the name of this object. He heard giggling and failed not to glance in the Slytherin gang's direction. Malfoy whispered at him. "Go on Celebrity, tell us!" "I don't know, sir." Harry said, trying to ignore her. "Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Harry forced himself to keep looking straight into those cold eyes. He had looked through his books at the Dursleys', but did Snape expect him to remember everything in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi? Snape was still ignoring Hermione's quivering hand. "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" His ears were red and he tried to remain calm. He recognized the name wolfsbane! But what plant was? And what was monkshood? Hermione was now standing up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling. Crabbe, feeling empowered by Malfoy, started to talk. "Yeah Potter wha-" Snape interrupted her. "I did not ask you Vincenza Crabbe, be silent or I will dock points from Slytherin." His voice was raised from a whisper to a normal volume. He had been so quiet until that moment that the class felt alarmed at this minor increase. Crabbe snapped her mouth shut as her, Malfoy and Goyle stop snickering. They sat up unconsciously. "Well Potter?" Snape asked. "I don't know." said Harry quietly. Hermoine still waved her hand next to him. "I think Hermione does though, why don't you try her?" A few people held back laughs; Harry caught Seamus' eye, and Seamus winked. Harry looked in Malfoy's direction and- did he just see a smirk disappear from her face? Snape, however, was not pleased. "Sit. Down." He snapped at Hermione. He cleared his throat. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite... Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said. "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter." Harry was kicking himself inside. The Draught of Living Death! That's where he remembered wormwood from, he could have avoided looking so stupid. Things didn't improve for the Gryffindors as the Potions lesson continued. Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy, whom he seemed to like. This infuriated Harry even further. He was trying to remember the way they were meant to stir the cauldron, and he felt himself sneakily watching Malfoy instructing Goyle. She clearly knew what she was doing - annoyingly - yet as Harry watched his cauldron and then watched hers, he could have sworn he saw her add one more slug than she was supposed to... Professor Snape soon descended upon her to praise her and tell the class to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon. --- (Neville has ruined a cauldron, gets boils, Harry is blamed and Gryffindor loses 5 points. They visit Hagrid and Harry sees a newspaper talking about an empty vault break-in the day him and Hagrid had been at Gringotts. Harry wonders if the item Hagrid had picked up had been the target.) Next section is already up, check the replies!