Shot.
Chaser.
Looks like the only thing the Jan 6 clownshow got rid of in DC was Cheney.
Keep up the good work!
Shot.
Chaser.
Looks like the only thing the Jan 6 clownshow got rid of in DC was Cheney.
Keep up the good work!
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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.
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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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Since that was an investigation into American freedom, in absentia, all I can say to D.C. is kiss my ass!
A Chinese citizen was telling me online that their new strain of Coof is deadly, and we’d be well advised to close air traffic from China. He also said that Shanghai was having a run on the banks, and the tap water tests for the virus (which I immediately called bullshit). Look: news is war. It is a fucking war as sure as you’re sitting there reading the media.
Thank God Above for this: Giorgia Meloni is the new conservative PM of Italy, which nation was over-served by the recent Coofmare. Today, she said that a planeload of Chinamen arrived in Milan, and half tested positive, but it was the old strain Omicron. You know damn good and well that if she were a prof tool she’d be ringing bells and locking good people away in their homes and somehow making you believe it’s “The New Improved Covidz”. The news (remember they’re your enemy) has been floating an Italy lockdown I I bet no credible govt. agency there has floated any such thing).
Fuck the News! Eat Me you bastards. While I’m at it, I well remember how conservatives held the actually beautiful Meloini at arm’s length like a stinky rat. Just like the never Trumpers conservatives who despise Trump. I have this message for the GOPe who hate Trump and Meloni (and me): lick my smelly ass. Cram the new Covidz straight up your caboose and light it!
I talk like a grunt when I get in a war mood. Sorry.
What you call grunt speak is what I call “mild” ghost talk.
Day to day I am not around people much (haven’t seen another human in person except my wife since about 22 Dec) my mutt Shannon gets the brunt of my ramblings and after 8 years of being constantly together, if she could speak english she’d cuss like a grunt x 10. Even my “sunday school teacher” like wife has gotten used to it. I use short words and not very many of them because my speech can never keep up with my thoughts. Shannon can tell by the way I roll my chair back away from the desk what I am going to do next. If I roll back fast she knows I’m going to the workshop and she remains in her rack cause I might fire up that tablesaw and terrify her. If I roll back slow she knows I am going to the house and there is the possibility I will make a sando and give her a bite so she flies out of her rack and does her 2 legged dance in mid air as we head across the bridge to the house. She’s my custom built ghost grunt that thinks like a winter soldier.
I have been cured of using “colorful language”, but only in public. In the privacy of my “compound”—it’s just an apartment but according to the media pace Waco, what with my firearms and ammo, it’s really a heavily armed fort—sometimes I let fly. Yesterday a smashed my foot against a chair. Wow. I of course said a short prayer afterwards, hoping that it would get me off the hook.
Andrew Jackson (1767 – 1845) owned a parrot that would repeat what Jackson said. At Jackson’s funeral the parrot began to swear, curse and blaspheme, adding a bit of color to the ceremony. Jackson’s corpse probably laughed.
Ghost and Mike, it’s probably best for one’s soul to say it out loud what your brain is thinking. A stream – a tirade – some swear words.
I once listened to some drill sergeants trying to impress one another (I believe I was actually in the front leaning rest position in hot Southern sunlight) with how well each could include “fuck” in a sentence grammatically and numerically. I thought to myself (I did) that even me own sainted mother could out-cuss those sonsabitches on a Sunday.
Meanwhile, in Washington DC, they hold kangaroo courts for months into years and then hand down fake indictments that they withdraw after one news cycle.
I’m going to make a t shirt for 2023 that reads: FUCK the NEWS.
Those fucking fux.
If I simply let loose in public whatever was in my soul in that moment, women and children would run away screaming, dogs would howl, and men would reach for their revolvers. Best keep hidden what should be kept hidden. I shit in my bathroom, not in public.
In USAF Basic (1972) another airman—thank you God that it was not me—was surrounded by three Drill Instructors who hammered that poor unfortunate. I heard more “fucks” and “shits” and “dicks” than I have ever heard since. The airman was reduced to a blubbering pool of nothingness. He told me later that he prayed that God would take his life then and there.
As my late brother used to say, “Fuck you in the face you fucking fuckface you.” He should have been a drill sgt.
Now that is what I would call “stream of consciousness” cursing!
Going on almost 55 years now, I still remember, to my surprise, hearing the linguistic novelty of a drill instructor there at Parris Island calling one of us a “Communist insurgent animalistic pig fucker”
Note the ‘Karen’ behind Cheney’s eyes – the look of someone out of their depth, combined with loathing and lies. So enjoyable to see her like that, I had to watch it twice!
Since before kindergarten she has been living beyond her pay grade because of her criminal father and the criminal environment both of them live in. The gov’t causes people to be the assholes they really are.
Liz is a traitor. Her father is a neo-con globalist warmonger. Her sister is a sexual degenerate. Quite the family!
False flag entrapment subverting our Republic is very good for their ‘Demon-ocracy’.