Wherein I argue that the ninja beekeeper outfit worn by certain Islamic women is actually a predictable & natural response to prostitute costumes worn by western women at the behest of subversive talmudists.

Special shout out to natural disasters of all kinds.

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Wherein I wonder if the upcoming race war is artificial or the real result of decades long programming by evil doers in the media, or if it makes any difference.

I tell the story about how, along with a Samoan, a Navajo, a Cowboy, a Jock, a Mexican & a Fat Guy, I solved racism in the 80s, long before Netflix.

Fine, The Village People beat us to it.

Chicken or egg stuff.

Wherein I argue that, in a world of compulsory, non consensual, indoctrination, actual consent is among the rarest of all things.

It might not exist at all.

Barbaric Frankensensual topics abound.

William Wallace type shit.

Stop sending your children into the arms of the enemy.

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Wherein I make the obvious claim that only a good & decent armed citizenry, along with the abolition of tax based government subsidies & welfare, can end the problem of illegal immigration.

Sure, I could rehearse & polish my arguments, but why would I do that? I don’t even like rehearsed & polished arguments.

When I hear someone who is polished, I assume they are lying.

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Wherein I explain why the Covid Cartel Criminals behind Event 201, along with the majority of the population, who gladly joined them in their evil deeds, will escape justice.

Spoiler: they are all in too deep.

Plus, some of yall are still not clear on how you were, and still are, fooled.

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Wherein I claim that fighting with ai robots to make art, is really no different than fighting with a piano, a guitar, a paintbrush or a pencil & explain that wrestling inanimate objects is better than fighting opinionated human beings who would prefer you fail.

Well, I didn’t say it exactly like that, but I should have.

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Wherein I weigh morality & legality using first amendment auditing assholery as a measuring device of instinct versus conformity to legal loopholery.

Yeah, I don’t really understand what I just wrote either, but I like the way it sounds so I’m not changing it.

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Wherein I yell at the clouds about being old & demand that the clouds yell back with a little constructive criticism.

Basically I make excuses for my hyper critical nature by trying to spin it into some sort of virtue.

You be the judge of how badly I make my case then tell me how I can Improve.

Lenny Kravitz is annoying.

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