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— Greg (@monkeyboy4334) August 18, 2020
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— Greg (@monkeyboy4334) August 18, 2020
Real World Address
Only by Fire is Fascism Finished
Year upon year in Earth’s darker forests,
Heaped at the foot of the trees,
Dry drifts of wood rot and leaf fall increase
Which sunlight shall never seize.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
The ash that descends in the September skies
Where the leapers swam down the stones?
Best answered by bombs from mid-heaven at prayer
With that fire which hollows the bones.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
If their god decrees war, God’s war shall prevail.
His lessons are seared in His stone.
No dreams shall defer, nor wishes erase,
The answers that burn in the bone.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
Only by Fire is Fascism Finished.
This Sin is demanded that Your Line may Live.
Only through Fire is Freedom Reborn.
Each generation pulls the Sword from the Stone.
— Van der Leun
A pick to dig out and a lantern to find honest men
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Chelcie Lynn
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifM6UN8JSbs
Lord help me, I even watched part 2, as though I was powerless to stop myself from clicking. What a crazy crazy world we live in.
They have the same accent as my neighbors.
I’m looking for Rodney, too.
I keep checking my drawers but, heck, little or no Rodney to speak of.
Now, when I was 17, Rodney hung with me big and bold. An outspoken lad, you might say.
Now? A mere fingerling potato of his former sPudly self. (Get the clever pun on sTudly? Me neither.)
I tried Viagra. Rod (I call him Rod.) roused himself for a minute or two, winked at me with one eye, as if to say, “Welp, I guess that’s it, kid. We had a good run,” coughed, as cigar smokers will, rolled over and went back to sleep.
I once called him Johnson. Chipes! Couldn’t get him to stuff a sock, or Q tip, in it. On and on, if you catch my drift.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qi4sOv0WKyY 2.22
Stay away from obese women
I can’t believe I watched both #1 and #2 . . . God help us. And God help Rodney.
This is something straight out of Flannery O’Connor’s Southern Gothic stories. Reminds me of our sewer cleaner guy, who could be incredibly violent with his strict sense of justice, and always treated me with profound, almost superstitious respect. Church was completely foreign to him. He had occasion to clean the sewers at our church and decided at one point to step into the sanctuary. Later he said, “Oh, I loved your church! It is dark and cool and quiet and smells nice. Just like my favorite bar!” He was dead serious.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Run Rodney
Run like the diarrhea flying violently out of my dohincter
Exhibit #1 in Rodney’s trial to prove self defense.
It has occurred to me that social media is like a truth serum. People, especially low IQ people, remove the facade and become their selves. I say, thank you for that. It is a wonderful thing when a person revels who they are especially before you become involved with them.
This woman is a genius. This is comedy gold. Lighten up. Its a joke..
Laughing my ass off.
I watched around a minute and all I have to say is
When they’re done with Rodney, send these two to Portland. Antifa won’t stand a chance.
Thinking that very thing Harry, Hey Chubarina, I saw Rodney outside the Federal Courthouse in Portland. He’s one of those guys in the black mask and helmet. I don’t know which one. Light them all up.
Chelcie Lynn doing Trailer Trash Tammie? Had me goin’ there for a minute. She’s good. Funny!
Po’ass ole Rotney, he fiddlin’ da get a asswhooping, I mean.