Hunting season has come and gone after the first so-called elected representative tasted opulent blood, opportunity and position over, oui, the commoners. Now before your very eyes, lives their lies the complicit. We, who wake up in the mourning saying OMG! It's time to be a real man! Vote their asses out now! And be a real man.
Why the harmonic needs hormone-ic incantations is we are at a state of war against those who've become comfortable with our disadvantage and pseudo-icly justify our disenfranchisement to that ole piece/peace of paper in which they, the elected bastards have sent at least one person we've all known and loved that could have predicated ( praedicatus, declared, proclaimed ) their ruse of control over U.S. to die for the Wars they to this day have deemed we must engage. Knowing full well they have david-ed those who could have and if they lived would have, re-united U.S. with the true course of our Constitutional direction.
When the stock (brigade, pot and yards) comes to it's first boil, the scum that must be ladled from the top and the refused needs to be removed first! This must be done several times to remove bacteria from the finished recipe of a wonderful stew. We're stewing all right/wrongly, and you my fellow v-cretins have just, got to wake up and not participate in renewing the allegiance to the old club and welcome the new from our grass roots and from neither party that has paved our ruinous pathway, to chattle hell!
If and when you realized you are tired of being chattel, reduced to communism, elitism and socialism. VOTE, all the mother fuckers out! We must return the wealth to the individual on which ass, the fiat money was issued and stolen, in our name. Or, We The People, "The Individual United" who beat back segragation and slavery bastards funded by the queen and were never thanked by those freed, will perish from the face of the earth if we do not rise!
Funny, our wealth is printed and given to our over-throwers of U.S. as debt and yet, we are broke/baroque! Vivaldi, Bach, Handle, Caravaggio and Ruebens we're funded publicly by the elite on the peasantry dollar-ed, taxed! The, I barocco! Know mossadic incantations here to parallel now, is there? My fellow dumb fucks! I spit in your minds tele-view-ic deceived eyes complying with their elitist lies. Here, take my children, they need something to die fore, something to pave the weigh of the controlling m-ass-es, who have stolen our identity and are spending un-impunitas, and U.S. without recourse our value of Constitutional Individualism.
Only you know you're an idiot, do something right for our promise to won, another. Remove the chalice the elitist ass kissers that are communing with on our dollar. VOTE the whole mother fucking community out of our Government, or perish, from the face of the earth!
Yeah, George and Dwight were the only ones who've truly tasted our directed demise on the proven battlefield. Had George Paton lived he would have seceded from the federal union in alliance of political and religious deities as did the kingdom of Belgium from the netherlands in 1830 and would've become the new George Washington.
As usual, there is know consensus of the corrected to embark upon them being of the ignorant nature to follow with ass sniffing cohesion the leader of the ravenous pack of predators that have maid (inferred) U.S. creditors. You stupid fucking and I mean literally, idio-so's! Even the blind don't care from whence their wealth has cometh!
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