Saw a realitive close up of that punk awhile back and he looked diseased, syphilitic and drawn.
BTW, I heard pappy Bush voted for the punks wife. I’d like to think it was a lie.
On this week’s episode of “Bill’s-A-Poppin”: Physiognomy Is Real, or You Can Judge A Book By It’s Cover.
John A. FlemingApril 18, 2018, 8:35 PM
Jeez ya old goatse, xyz.
And if you’re dumb enough to be ogling Noo Yawk sidewalk wildlife both carrying their whelps, then you deserve everything bad that has ever happened or will happen in every one of your useless lives. Those two vampires would suck you to a lifeless husk in a ny minute.
Blew that image up about 2x. Still very good quality. The open fly looks photoshopped to me, and not very good shopping at that. Sorry if I rained on this picnic.
RigelDogApril 19, 2018, 8:53 AM
I would believe almost any sexual perversion of Clinton, but this photo is odd and does not convince me.
OldFertApril 19, 2018, 9:18 AM
I’ve seen a lot of comments about Clinton going to some island with lots of young kids. Most articles state or imply strongly that the purpose of the underage people there are for sex purposes.
There’s a different possibility, though.
Maybe they’re going to pedo island not (just) for the sex, but for blood.
I remember reading articles, via Instapundit, about medical testing in rodents that blood from young mice transfused to old mice had a sort of “fountain of youth” result.
I found this creepy article https://www.inverse.com/article/29604-parabiosis-peter-thiel-blood
which was really creepy. A pull quote: “In 1924, the physician and Bolshevik Alexander Bogdanov began young-blood transfusions, and a fellow-revolutionary wrote that he ‘seems to have become seven, no, ten years younger.’ Then Bogdanov injected himself with blood from a student who had both malaria and tuberculosis, and died.”
Fun article.
revjen45April 19, 2018, 9:53 AM
Photoshopped or not, it’s still funny.
u.k.(us)April 19, 2018, 11:54 AM
Where’s the Secret Service when you need them, he could have been raped.
EskymanApril 19, 2018, 2:30 PM
Much as I loathe and detest Blow Job Bill, that photo doesn’t show his open fly.
It’s his dark glasses. I used to carry mine hooked into my belt, and that’s how it looked.
I reckon OldFert has a really great point about blood transfusions on Pedo Island; I can see BJ going there for underage sex, that fits his M.O. right down to the ground. But it never seemed to fit Hitlery, who is power-mad & money-mad, but sex with kids just didn’t seem to be something she’d be interested in. Besides, she’s got Huma whenever she needs servicing.
But drinking or injecting children’s blood- well, that fits the old witch to a “T!” I hope she catches something really dreadful, that leads to a slow, miserable & painful death for her, if this surmise is true. (Or even if it isn’t, considering how much harm she’s caused to so many people.)
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VanderleunApril 19, 2018, 4:31 PM
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Sorry about this but it seems to be how this leopard is spotted.
John A. FlemingApril 19, 2018, 10:36 PM
I beg to differ with BillH and Eskyman.
First bit of evidence. The Grifter’s left hand is in his pocket. His jeans are tight at the waist cuz his stomach is bulging. Tight enough that when he stuck his hand in his pocket, you can see the diagonaling fold coming down from the inside top corner of the pocket that pulls the zipper flap away from it’s normal position. By the folds of the leg, he’s wearing normal denim, not that lycra stretchy stuff that the NY man-eaters and soibois wear. So when he stuck his hand in his pocket, the space for it took the path of least resistance.
Second bit of evidence. You can see the stitch line coming down the outside of the zipper flap, the stitch line that holds the zipper to the flap. You can see the discoloring/fading following the stitch line. I got well-worn jeans like that.
Nah, no photoshop, the old goatse lost his train of thought when he was trying to get the last dribble out. Now mind I’m not saying that’s not never happened to me, but I get to claim that I was in a godawful hurry to get to work or thinking about work or something like that, and I was trying to get outta the house or outta the loo as fast as I could. The Grifter got’s no such excuse. He’s got nothing to do all day ‘cept chase young trim.
Colin the little brown emojiApril 21, 2018, 6:29 AM
Amazing he can stand on a public street without someone coming up and bitch-slapping the commie snot out of him.
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Saw a realitive close up of that punk awhile back and he looked diseased, syphilitic and drawn.
BTW, I heard pappy Bush voted for the punks wife. I’d like to think it was a lie.
On this week’s episode of “Bill’s-A-Poppin”: Physiognomy Is Real, or You Can Judge A Book By It’s Cover.
Jeez ya old goatse, xyz.
And if you’re dumb enough to be ogling Noo Yawk sidewalk wildlife both carrying their whelps, then you deserve everything bad that has ever happened or will happen in every one of your useless lives. Those two vampires would suck you to a lifeless husk in a ny minute.
Are Billy’s pants unzipped?
Almost. Our. First. Hubby.
Blew that image up about 2x. Still very good quality. The open fly looks photoshopped to me, and not very good shopping at that. Sorry if I rained on this picnic.
I would believe almost any sexual perversion of Clinton, but this photo is odd and does not convince me.
I’ve seen a lot of comments about Clinton going to some island with lots of young kids. Most articles state or imply strongly that the purpose of the underage people there are for sex purposes.
There’s a different possibility, though.
Maybe they’re going to pedo island not (just) for the sex, but for blood.
I remember reading articles, via Instapundit, about medical testing in rodents that blood from young mice transfused to old mice had a sort of “fountain of youth” result.
I found this creepy article https://www.inverse.com/article/29604-parabiosis-peter-thiel-blood
which was really creepy. A pull quote: “In 1924, the physician and Bolshevik Alexander Bogdanov began young-blood transfusions, and a fellow-revolutionary wrote that he ‘seems to have become seven, no, ten years younger.’ Then Bogdanov injected himself with blood from a student who had both malaria and tuberculosis, and died.”
Fun article.
Photoshopped or not, it’s still funny.
Where’s the Secret Service when you need them, he could have been raped.
Much as I loathe and detest Blow Job Bill, that photo doesn’t show his open fly.
It’s his dark glasses. I used to carry mine hooked into my belt, and that’s how it looked.
I reckon OldFert has a really great point about blood transfusions on Pedo Island; I can see BJ going there for underage sex, that fits his M.O. right down to the ground. But it never seemed to fit Hitlery, who is power-mad & money-mad, but sex with kids just didn’t seem to be something she’d be interested in. Besides, she’s got Huma whenever she needs servicing.
But drinking or injecting children’s blood- well, that fits the old witch to a “T!” I hope she catches something really dreadful, that leads to a slow, miserable & painful death for her, if this surmise is true. (Or even if it isn’t, considering how much harm she’s caused to so many people.)
[My apologies if this post appears more than once; my first two efforts vanished without trace, so this is #3, using a different browser.]
Notes on Comments: Every so often the spam/troll filter selects a perfectly OK comment and holds it in moderation with no notice given (sorry about that. It’s the way this theme is shaped.).
In general I will look through comments from the edit board and approve those mistakenly held for some reason by the filter. I’ll then approve them manually.
Sorry about this but it seems to be how this leopard is spotted.
I beg to differ with BillH and Eskyman.
First bit of evidence. The Grifter’s left hand is in his pocket. His jeans are tight at the waist cuz his stomach is bulging. Tight enough that when he stuck his hand in his pocket, you can see the diagonaling fold coming down from the inside top corner of the pocket that pulls the zipper flap away from it’s normal position. By the folds of the leg, he’s wearing normal denim, not that lycra stretchy stuff that the NY man-eaters and soibois wear. So when he stuck his hand in his pocket, the space for it took the path of least resistance.
Second bit of evidence. You can see the stitch line coming down the outside of the zipper flap, the stitch line that holds the zipper to the flap. You can see the discoloring/fading following the stitch line. I got well-worn jeans like that.
Nah, no photoshop, the old goatse lost his train of thought when he was trying to get the last dribble out. Now mind I’m not saying that’s not never happened to me, but I get to claim that I was in a godawful hurry to get to work or thinking about work or something like that, and I was trying to get outta the house or outta the loo as fast as I could. The Grifter got’s no such excuse. He’s got nothing to do all day ‘cept chase young trim.
Amazing he can stand on a public street without someone coming up and bitch-slapping the commie snot out of him.