Asshole flushed down the newshole. Gone like rollerblades or Cuomos.
Asshole flushed down the newshole. Gone like rollerblades or Cuomos.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
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.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
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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EVERYTHING written or uttered by or about this shit stain, makes him the winner! He’s getting the attention he so badly needs. God willing this Brother will be found with two to the chest, one to the forehead. A fitting end.
The hypocrisy of this bull shit story is a reflection of just how deeply propaganda, half truth, innuendo have eaten into the brain of millions.
Wasn’t it Stalin whom said “religion “is the drug of the masses.
Times change, I’d say media/MSM have become the drug of the masses. Why is it people want to believe in, resort to such pure bullshit.
This clown will now do the TV circuit with all his fellow communist.
They used to say ANY “Press is Good Press. This buttplug has confirmed it.
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It was Karl Marx who described religion as “the opiate of the masses.” But everything you say about Smell-it I applaud. I think Greg Gutfeld is good but he’s got so many insider jokes his monologue should include footnotes.
Yes, it is grating to know that Juicy Pellets will be treated like a gay George Floyd—a victim of racist cops and jury–and will return to his glamorous life of mincing and prancing on the stage.
But it IS a comfort to know that he takes it up the ass.
I mean, really…. How f&*^ed up is that!?
“Juicy, it must feel great to be back!”
“Yes, it IS great, Ned, to be back. Did you know that I like it IN the back. Backity back back. Will someone please give it to me in the back?”
“Me! Me!” says pink haired lizardoid with a stove bolt through its cheeks, assorted fish hooks in its eye lids, and kabob skewers up its nose.
“Oh, goodie,” says Juicy, clapping his little hands and tit toeing in a precious fashion, wishing he was dressed like Shirley Temple.
Remember, it prefers shit.