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Protestors are in the streets, blocking traffic even causing death.
They vandalize cars, ignite fires with continual crimes and assault police.
The president speaks to them now, tells them - do not remain silent!
We watch a clear act of empowering these actions right before us,
Instead of condemning this lawlessness and anarchy.
This is not speaking for the law abiding victims of these riots.
It is giving the message to protestors in the streets - continue.
Do not remain silent?
This is not about freedom of speech being stopped.
This is not about peaceful assembly to continue.
This is about the destruction of property, businesses,
Violence in our streets and lives lost in the process
With a president who thinks they should ‘march on’.
Heidi Sands
...And of course who can forget all the
black-on-black we see every day?
More people are killed by such violence
then cops could ever dare take away.
Take all the dead from the rioting
and, depressingly, you will all find
it matches a weekend’s murder count
in Chicago..let that sit in your mind.
Are all their deaths somehow less tragic
because their killers weren’t pale of flesh?
I keep waiting for folks to address this,
but at this point I won’t hold my breath.
Speak of this and all the people bray
that your evil and ‘victim-blaming,’
then they proclaim that ‘Black Lives Matter,’
but ignore their culture isn’t working.
The worst of it, we should acknowledge,
is the two hundred fifty black lives
that are taken from us every day
by the cuts of abortionist knives.
To think of all those young lives cut short
is horrific and so frightening,
think of a medium-sized company
every day up and disappearing.
But if this fact is ever brought up,
these same protestors act all appalled,
they think this means that you ‘hate women,’
that those children have no rights at all!
The fact that half of those kids are girls
never seems to enter into their heads.
They like to say ‘Black Lives Matter,’
but then make their very children dead.
Now the great unifying factor
that binds up all the hypocrisy
is that they only seem to promote
dark-skinned people if they are lefties.
They do not talk of excessive force
when pale people are shot down by cops,
but if it happens in blue cities
then they demand the whole country stop!
They care not for a dark-skinned person
who built up a good life through hard work,
nor the future children of these towns,
nor good people tired on the jerks.
In fact the left resents these people,
since you can’t control virtuous folk,
the only Black Lives that matter to them
are the ones who bring Democrats votes.
I own a Korean appliance store
Protestors smashed my front door
broke all the windows, trashed the floor
then stripped the shelves, but there's more
to this story than meets the eye
I've always been the friendly neighborhood guy
hiring drop-outs, ex-cons, some drunk or high
extending bad credit to help folks buy...
The damage done just breaks my heart
to pick up the pieces, make a brand-new start
at my age makes no sense; it's not so smart
This neighborhood's signaled: Leave! Depart!
But before I go, I'd like to ask
a question that my brain does rack --
Why don't they jail criminals in this country
Where's justice for shopkeepers, like my wife and me?
If in the basket of deplorables must I be,
To quote a term most used by sweetest Hilary,
Then let me state this best I can,
I'm voting for our country, not the man.
A country where race and gender aren't the bait,
But where everyone is open to debate,
United by a sense of common pride
Holding back divisions’ surging tide.
Where knowledge of our strength is used for good,
And our intent for peace is not misunderstood;
Making clear to tyrants our firm resolve,
So that by dialogue not war may they
squabbles solve.
A nation where our people are first in line
And not succumb to disadvantages or imported crime,
From open borders with illegals pouring through,
With misguided politicians caring more for them than you.
Where doctrine is replaced by common sense,
From the fringes seeking dominance hell-bent.
Boys competing fully in girls sport,
No reasoned thought for when children to abort.
Politicians’ vanity projects not worth
Squandering our money with intent and
unrequited mirth;
While millions live in poverty and need,
Ignored by legislators craving fame and intellectual greed.
I want our leaders to respect our flag,
And not applaud when to the ground protestors stomp and drag;
And for why, but to score a series of cheap shots,
Empowering radicals to ferment those never ending plots.
So yes, my vote goes to just my country,
And if a name must I choose, I say this humbly,
My selection won't be for one that's woke,
Or that will seek to send our country broke.
Politicians convince themselves they're special,
They are in fact a wallowing empty vessel,
Using their guile and mimic to impress,
When truth be told, they almost invariably depress.
They sell human meat at the butcher shop, and nobody is batting an eye!
They sell a popular item that is quite the delicacy for half of the global
population:
It’s not beef.
It’s not pork.
It’s not poultry.
It’s not fish.
It’s women.
The men that work behind the counter clean and butcher them to their
heart’s content.
Too much fat.
Too lean.
Too many servings.
Some desire beef, some desire veal.
The customers grab their shopping carts as if there’s an all-day buy
one-get-one-free sale, splurging on slice after slice. Wrapped up in
plastic, ready to be opened for consumption.
“But this one has some bites in it!” one customer gasps.
“This one has never been eaten!” another customer sneers.
Both products are thrown in the garbage, inevitably ready to compose.
The men abhor the vegetarians that protest in the streets, proclaiming
freedom and safety for the cows, pigs, chickens, and fish.
“These animals had lives, ample with opportunities and talents! Full of
beauty, inside and out!” they shout, signs up high.
Some of the men spit on their shoes.
Some of them push the protestors to the ground and kick them black
and blue.
Some of them perceive them as the animals, wolfing them down and
hushing their yelps.
The protestors have fallen into an infinite dark pit of hell along with the
animals, punished for crimes they did not commit.
Not only did the men toss them into these holes and they fell into these
holes, they also all were holes themselves.
The men are holes void of morality and compassion, roots once full of
blooming flowers of joviality and innocence now rotting and barely
holding them together.
The animals are vast, deep holes full of talents, passions, and emotions,
but to the men, they are just holes for pleasure.
The checkout line that was once a place for the transaction of chivalry,
honor, admiration, and protection is now an inferno of fiery lust,
selfishness, greed, and cataclysm.
The ‘Big Lie Technique’ is back
designed to throw gullible masses off track
Hamasniks scream: “End the Israeli occupation”
though 2005 was the year of Israel’s Gaza abdication
Gazans shout, “Israelis are starving us alive”
ignoring the 500,000 tons of food Israel’s supplied
'Experts' tout, “Israel's murdered 9,500 Arab women in the war”
though fewer than 5,000 have died if you’re keeping score
Never a word about what caused Israel to fight
about Hamas' hostage-taking, baby-burning
about simple wrong from right
And their chests puffed up with antisemitic pride
Protestors world-over now cry
“Death to the Jews”
"Gaza genocide"
From the grave, Hitler and Stalin grin and salute
their ‘Big Lie Technique’ once dormant, newly revived
Only can Identify as Kansas
You may now not drive in Kansas--
I can not make this up!
I revoked your driver's license
In hopes that you give up.
I know the stock is falling down,
And gas is rising up,
Because we dismissed the congress
And now Iran blew up.
And I know that Trump's a felon,
And pardoning his sheep,
And I know that ice is killing
Protestors on the street.
And I remember Charlie Kirk,
And how I said it was the left
When a white male Republican
Christian cisgender caused the theft.
And I know about the files,
And the victims that are silenced,
The elites and veiled officials,
Who laughed with glee on the island.
But that's all hard to fix.
You remain quite easy.
I say you're the pervert, rather,
And they sit there and believe me.
I convince them that their bathrooms
Is where you perverts lurk.
I convince them all your school books
Is full of witching words.
Now when I supress or mock you--
(Like taking your IDs)
Or force you to conform to me--
(Go renew your ID's sex, please!)
The sheep cheer; I fixed some problem--
Well, a problem I created,
My version--
(Because now they never see you)
Of the facts can't be debated.
So drink up, now, deciet tastes sweet:
Wine called 'you are a crime.'
My plan has come this far,
And further one sip at a time.
Home of the free, home of the brave
They don't go hand and hand.
Brave you are, resisting pressure,
But freedom's reserved for the grand.
Venezuela April 30, 2019
God bless and keep Venezuelan
protestors safe!
Put your mighty Hedge of Protection
about their fearless waists.
Let it admonish us all, in the USA.
how 'socialism' can metamorphosize into
a corrupt, immoral snake.
How many of us have the backbone to
perish in American streets?
For our Jewish-Christian nation?
To be loving of our God, to withstand
the infantile insults of being called
"Xenophobe."
Not only here, but all nations.
To battle fearlessly for the Constitution, and each and every Bill of Rights
Brainwashed now into believing, that
our freedoms will magically abide!
Woe to you who thinks we are safe,
The thieves sit in power, right now!
While step by step, our rights are given
away.
Our monies so well earned, taken!!
To be given freely to this wayward moocher filled nation.
Let Venezuela be a lesson to us all.
I fear it's far too progressive here now.
With drugs and impostors invading
our borders
And lies on television to provoke sympathy
For shameless thieves and marauders,
Delivered here, no thanks, to the Mexicam
Cartel!
Turning America into a living hell!
Oh America~ I weep for thee!
Panagiota Romios
4/30/ 2019
11:00 am PST
Well swollen boobies on bullocks Boris is boss
our nations Prime Minister at J Hunt's loss
some say a buffoon and they say it sinister
like the mans brain is only miniature
think Corbyn the codfish would be better
Brexit, Labour and Lib Dem protestors
"it's another Prime Minister we haven't elected,
this isnt the person the people selected"
these thickheads argue their knowledge of politics......
you vote for the party not person you ricks
Boris played football tackled like rugby
once on top gear like the Crazy Froggy
we didn't no May was mad she's crazy
we can't do worse but some say maybe
Boris is mad we and him no that
can't put him down when he looks a prat
I will Corbyn cus he's a wat
As for Boris has he a wife?
you want to mock his private life
what are you doing with your life
pay attention to your own life
I think it needs filling like turkey
your innards and guts have been freed
shall we sprinkle breadcrumb or bird seed
look at his private life mate you're pervy
Stop making Downing street a frowned on street
with you in the seat it would be clowning street
rant repeat after your vote defeat
we want Brexit stopped please delete
Come on Boris bloody deliver
make Lib Dem babies shiver
they call themselves democrats
I say all of dem is crats
truth is dreams need to be shattered
the Lib Dems have never mattered
So Holy bullocks with boobies and tails
every politician always fails
Churchill the last one to do well
beating Europe let's repeat that tale
I must admit it's a tangled story
I'm loving Boris
hating the Tories
“Oh, not in my town,” you doth so loudly protest.
But I tell you, they are even in your governments!
The first sign is~ suppression of your free speech.
We let them, outlaw words, while leaders sun at the beach?
You will find that your country,is really no longer your own,
All your taxes go to others from other countries, unknown.
Your country’s flag is burnt in the streets with livid hate and glee?
By masked protestors, filling the streets with grand superiority.
The USA policemen and women are killed with joy and glee?
And people run for President, supporting this inhumane tragedy?
When, in your country, your rights are out the patriotic window.
Be afraid, be very afraid……of this Communistic horror show.
You will be jailed for words that you wrote a friend online?
In free countiries, you write as you choose, and all is fine…
I watch, news from international servers and stations.
Powerful nations are stealing your rights, its citizens,given a ration.
The Nazis march in your streets, to destroy another nation.
Their hate so obvious and ill, that it is a cause for celebration?
These same people, would have gladly cheered on…the Holocaust?
Today, wear masks and scream for death~indeed their souls are lost!
Their heroes killed babies, youngsters, parents in their own homes.
And butchered the young at a dance..as the daybreak’s sun has shown.
A butcher shop of dead, young people unidentifiable, they were in parts.
These monsters then killed their families, and destroyed homes and farms.
So the friends of this bloody mayhem, do march in your “free”streets.
Supported by the UN and all of them, Satan’s souls, a most delicious treats.
Most nations want this nation,wiped off the face of this now maliciciuos earth.
Satan will welcome them, that Fallen Angel, with his evil smile of dirth.
God bless the thousands of innocents murdered a year ago today..
I have grieved for them all, each day nonstop without allay.
The media has largely ignored this most tragic event of my life.
I hope I awaken some souls to this horror and world strife.
Bless and release the starving, lonely, abused and dead hostages!
The 10/7/2024
In Honor of the fallen during the Nova Massacre.
November 7th, 2023! I will never forget!