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.)
[My apologies if this post appears more than once; my first two efforts vanished without trace, so this is #3, using a different browser.]
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.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an’ cheated by pursuit
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
They will declare: Every journey has been taken.
You shall respond: I have not been to see myself.
They will insist: Everything has been spoken.
You shall reply: I have not had my say.
They will tell you: Everything has been done.
You shall reply: My way is not complete.
You are warned: Any way is long, any way is hard.
Fear not. You are the gate – you, the gatekeeper.
And you shall go through and on . . .
—Alexandros Evangelou Xenopouloudakis, THIRD WISH
ARTIST: CASEY KLAHN
from The Painter by Neil Young
The painter stood Before her work She looked around every where She saw the pictures and she painted them She picked the colors from the air Green to green Red to red Yellow to yellow In the light Black to black When the evening comes Blue to blue In the night
To the Stonecutters
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
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Contemplation of the Sword
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assassin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-torture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man’s forehead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
from Preludes
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
from Canto CXV BY EZRA POUND
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
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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.