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[Mike] Hammertime in the Labyrinth

by Vanderleun on September 22, 2017

I killed more people tonight than I have fingers on my hand. I shot them in cold blood and enjoyed every minute of it. I pumped slugs in the nastiest bunch of bastards you ever saw and here I am calmer than I’ve ever been, and happy too. They were Communists, Lee. They were red sons of bitches who should have died long ago… -Mike Hammer

It’s almost like mouthy liberal jackasses can’t connect the dots between their incessant douchebag whining, and people nationwide telling them to f**k off, and voting with their feet, their wallets, and their remotes.

Prog appeals to white virtue fall on deaf ears, while the deranged antics of ungrateful non-whites convince white people that there is no fixing race relation.

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• Blacks abort about 140,000 fetuses yearly—about 450 times the number of blacks who die at the hands of police of all colors every year.

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No matter how the law is written, as long as anyone is eligible for amnesty, everybody’s getting amnesty. — Woodpile Report

The actual agenda is that Americans must be made to feel their nation was born in sin and cannot be redeemed – patriotism must be replaced with obsessive self-criticism and eternal guilt.

Utopianism – the sin of the naïve that seems to be reinvented with each generation; more so these days as we lose our common story and our universities fail to teach us about the failures of those who came before.

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Sam L. September 22, 2017, 5:41 PM

I’ll believe BlackLivesMatter when the stop killing each other and aborting their babies.

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Walt Erickson September 22, 2017, 10:51 PM

If 140,000 abortions per year is about 450 times the number of blacks killed by police per year, then about 300 blacks are killed each year by police. I would not have thought it that high.

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