The Trump Campaign will be carpet-bombing the midwest with this ad and may even send it off to raid the Moonbat capitols of Los Angeles and San Francisco with a strafing run in DC.
The Trump Campaign will be carpet-bombing the midwest with this ad and may even send it off to raid the Moonbat capitols of Los Angeles and San Francisco with a strafing run in DC.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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The difference between Nancy and Marie Antoinette is that Nancy is aware of the “Let them eat cake” folly and did it anyway, which makes her doubly or tripley deranged. She’s Marie on estrogenic steroids.
Every time I see ole Nancy continually doing dumbass stuff I can’t help but think of what her daughter said of her last year –
“She’ll cut your head off and you won’t even know you’re bleeding” – Alexandra Pelosi
OK, sure…
ghastly ho
worse, a bunch of people think she’s swell
Everything Madame Pelosi and her comrades have done these past 3+ years has blown up in their faces. They continue to cut their own heads off,oblivious to the hemorrhage.
Please,carry on,dimwits. The whole world is watching.
Everyone is taking this out of context. What she really means is, “Kneel before me you untermensch.”
Have you ever known a working class American to wear their sweater in that manner? Only the elite and those wanting to be do so.
Last night I enjoyed the most delightful dream in which James Cagney shoved a grapefruit in Nancy Pelosi’s mug.
She’s a perfect fit for her constituency, I fear. She’s been letting her freak flag fly for a long time, and if those dead fish eyes are any indication, crazier even than when I had the misfortune of meeting her back when she was comparatively small potatoes. I’ve had the opportunity to meet with a reasonable slice of humanity, literally princes to paupers, over my life, but few have had as severe an impression upon me as did San Fran Nan. Maybe that dude we hired in port at Abidjan to lay into the riotous mendicant yet threatening masses with a stout wooden staff, clearing a path from gangway to automobile, a seven foot tall, heavily muscled, filed teeth grinning, purported former cannibal and Mohammedan from Mali.
Three words : Rancid Old Bitch
This commie libturd BBFN NEEDS to be voted out of office and sent to mexafornia and made to stay there for the rest of her life!!
sent to mexafornia and made to stay there for the rest of her life!!
Nah, just send Madame Veto back to Baltimore, the city that her father and brother looted before she married into even more money and moved to California. Pelosi’s father had ties to the Mafia when he was mayor of the city. Baltimore now has a crime rate much higher than that of other cities of comparable size and would doubtless be pleased to give Pelosi a friendly neighborhood gun salute.
“Madame Veto” was the nickname given to Marie Antoinette by the anonymous writers of “La Carmagnole,” a song and dance that became popular in revolutionary France in 1792. Here is a version sung in French with English and Spanish subtitles:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M__nvRQehJs&ab_channel=JeffersonDavis