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A tweet by Ivanka Trump @ivankatrump saying “I cannot believe that Theodore is eight months old today! Happy birthday little teddy bear!” with an admittedly cute picture of a child smiling. It has a reply from @blacknmild saying “this isn’t how birthdays work”
Yes. Plus I asked an AI and they said this is just an absurd conspiracy theory (of such tenuous feasibility that the flat earthers all enthusiastically started supporting it), so I’m pretty sure thats conclusive.
Is this performance art? Am I being whooshed right now?
No seriously, you think its more likely they’re giving him growth hormones to make him taller vs. he’s got tall parents and he is himself tall? Or that they’re lying about him having a growth disorder?
Attack them for the thousands of legit reasons we already have, you don’t need to make stuff up to justify it.
I specifically said to ask AI if it’s normal for a 15 year old to be 6’7", or a 18 year old to be 6’9". Go ahead.
Flat earthers are overwhelmingly MAGA types? They wouldnt like this idea, which is based in literal evidence you can see. Can’t hide doping.
Yes, since it isn’t the future and we dint know Barron’s height at 25, since he isnt 25, I have to GUESS what height he will be, as done anyone. You’re genuinely very dumb, huh?
Yes, if you understood what a standard deviation was, you’d understand that his height difference is significant even with tall parents. Again, so much so it is MEDICALLY RELEVANT and can INDICATE A BRAIN TUMOR (acromegaly). They know it’s not a brain tumor because they’ve been dosing him.
Yes, I think Trump and Melania lie. Lol.
This is… fascinating. Its like art imitating life imitating art. You really are going all in on what is, even for the trump administration, absolute bunko. Moon-touched, foundation eroding goofery. Why-oh-why you believe this, I cannot know. But you’ve given one lowly professor of vapid truths boundless mirth in this dark time, and for that I am grateful. Ad hominem, no homonim, etcetera etcetera.
Okay you ARE genuinely very dumb. Good luck with that.
Ah, but in ignorance is bliss! So which of us, truly, can know the loser? Is not the knowing of others but the knowing of self? Is reflected in defeat, victory? In victory, the ignomy of defeat?
Perhaps an appeal to the authority on such questions:
Seriously tho, not even waxing iambic, do you see how much store you’re setting by this? Look, you’re never going to convince anyone by claiming AIs as a credible source for anything you claim. Laying it out that, even if you did get your evidence from one, just take a page from this administration’s book and lie about it.
… But you’re still not going to convince anyone even if you do, you yourself present multiple more feasible theories for his abnormal height than “they’re giving him hormone therapy” (why? what possible reason could they have for doing that? Seriously, why??). And surely I don’t have to rip off the bard again to explain the fundementally quixotic nature of trying to malign the intelligence of someone while citing your own Genuinely™ inexpert opinion as a credible source, one to which you turn to establish the credibility of your claim? It’s just circular citations, a death loop to the meaningless realms of pure chaos! You’ll destroy us all with your speculation!
Okay, well, lots of other people agree with me. It’s okay with me if you don’t. You dont have to see it as i do. It seems pretty obvious and ive already spelled out my side. So disagree, sure, but stop being a fascist and trying to manipulate or control my opinion. Please learn how to fuck off and agree to disagree.
If I remember right, everyone else in this thread is saying they don’t think this is real, but they’re gonna keep repeating it because turnabout is fair play. And that’s awesome, I’ll happily repeat this as the thrice blessed holy gospel of our noodly savior, screamed from the street corners usually taken by the “god fates hags” crowd. But that doesn’t make it true, and on whole while thats as well as not, I worry that you’re putting too much of yourself into the insistence that it is.
This is spectacularly unlikely to be true, and the most likely scenario where it is true it’s part of a standard treatment regimen for some rare disorder. And while announcing their hypocrisy on this subject is again the will of our noodly savior, if you really believe this is true then I worry you’ll just be serving to discredit our side by espousing your belief so unwaveringly.
Those ladies? Aren’t they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Couple of Hive Harrys. - Let’s have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I’d knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn’t it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We’re hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you’re not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We’re going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you’re interested in? - Well, there’s a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It’s a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn’t right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That’s a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son’s not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I’m not trying to be funny. You’re not funny! You’re going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You’re gonna be a stirrer? - No one’s listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I’m gonna get an ant tattoo! Let’s open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”! I’m so proud. - We’re starting work today! - Today’s the day. Come on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal… - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them’s yours! Congratulations! Step to the side. - What’d you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What’s available? Restroom attendant’s open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you’re on. I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey’s always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He’s dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That’s life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should… Barry? Barry! All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine… What happened to you? Where are you? - I’m going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone’s feeling brave, there’s a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck’s restricted. It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy’s in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That’s awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let’s move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I’m out! I can’t believe I’m out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It’s got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It’s a little bit of magic. That’s amazing. Why do we do that? That’s pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Cool. I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow. Could be daisies. Don’t we need those? Copy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You’re reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don’t know, but I’m loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It’s a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Candy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama’s little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Coming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don’t think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you’re about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There’s a bee in the car! - Do something! - I’m driving! - Hi, bee. - He’s back here! He’s going to sting me!
Yeah… Buddy I’m gonna be real, in troll terms you’re punching so far out of your weight class that you’re not even on school grounds anymore.