My feelings abot Billary...it´s very confusing. The reincarnation of LBJ (with all that he was alleged having done) which was Bill is trying to get back into the drivers seat- again in the shape of Hitlery.
Does it never end! Please make the pain go away!
Actuaries who have looked into the death rates among LBJ´s and Bill´s acquaintancies are amazed...the statistical likelihood it all could have been random is like...10 -19.
There´s something very special about that southern democrat culture.
yeah, there's something 'special' about the dixie-crats...you should see em' parade that jack-ass around goat-hill in montgomery -- if you didn't know any better, you'd think you were witnessing a ritual of some sort.
i have an uncle (mother's side) who served as mayor of a city in the mississippi delta for many years. great football player/terrible person. so anyway, 60 minutes' morely shaffer came down to the magnolia state to do an expose on my uncle...apparently, he'd diverted funds from the feds earmarked for the construction of a sewage system for what was -- at the time -- amorica's poorest community. it was called 'sugar-ditch' (cause they had to pour sweet smells into the open shit-pit), and driving through it was other-worldly (as is most of the delta). understand, the delta is @80% black; and one may naturally ask why her cities are mayored by white-devils like my uncle. well, ZHealots, it's called 'democracy'...you should all look into it.
in any event, the diversion of federal funds is SOP throughout these fifty states; and so, for a diversion to warrant national news coverage, it's gotta have a compelling narrative:
Compelling Narrative: it just so happened that this uncle used these earmarked funds for the construction of a private airport for he and his buddies' private airplanes. it was all 'legal' and whatnot -- in that the funds were for 'economic development', without codified designations as to the nature and specifics constituting just what 'economic development' meant. for my uncle, it meant 'private airport'...but i think DC wanted pipes & plumbing for sugar ditch.
jesse jackson came soon thereafter to meet with my uncle and rouse the rabble in sugar ditch. mr. jackson then had the temerity to solicit donations from amorica's poorest community. poor-ass niggers truly are kicked around by everyone, particularly their leadership.
strange twists and final justice:
in spite of (or rather because of) my uncle's wheelin & dealin ways, he was instrumental in bringing casinos to the banks of the mississippi -- a lil ways south of memphis -- and the airport was similarly instrumental in facilitating this process. these vice-barges would prove to be a boon to this flat, acrid cotton-swamp...and in no time flat, the residents of sugar ditch were trained as dealers and such-like to service the casinos. naturally, sugar ditch got her sewage system, and a crack epidemic, developed a fetish for chrome wheels and tricked-out rides, and flourished in the warm glow of amorica's burgeoning addiction to gambling.
if nothing else, my unlce was good for a laugh...his campaign slogan was "if you'll kiss my ass, i'll hug your elephant." no shit, that was the official slogan; and was a response to the very troubling development seen after the nixon years -- 'real' southerners starting to vote republican -- the horror!
but times change and his daughter (janus' first cousin) later served as a top aide to a very prominent senator from the great state of mississippi -- a republican!
this uncle was some years later indicted (along with a few of his banker-buddies) for bank fraud...or something. never convicted -- but i reckon he learnt his lesson. i think he's living in the ozarks these days; and in spite of (or maybe because of) his terribleness, i wish him well and hope he's in good health. haven't spoken to him in many years.
at the end of the day, all you can say is -- that's just how they do things down in the mississippi delta.
You can be a Bobby Baker , too (look him up if you don´t know what´s under that scab of pus) . Or a Billy Estes for that matter.
There´s a strange direct line from LBJ and those that went before him to Bubba and Hitlery. Is it something in the water?
I pose it to you , sir , that the modern dixiecrat is ten times worse than the old one. They even finally got wise and done got themselves elected one of them black fellas.
it is the old european banksters that run them
like sheep. cia, security..securities etc ..
all of it is owned and run like this. dunderheads
all join in along the way intimidated by the barking
of the media dog's master. man
.
The lighter side….
OCTOBER 8, 2010 https://aadivaahan.wordpress.com/2010/10/08/the-lighter-side/
"...you seek a great fortune...
.
"O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000)
Delmar O'Donnell: You work for the railroad, Grampa?
Blind Seer: I work for no man.
Delmar O'Donnell: Got a name, do you?
Blind Seer: I have no name.
Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, that right there may be the reason you've had difficulty findin' gainful employment. You see, in the mart of competitive commerce...
Blind Seer: You seek a great fortune, you three who are now in chains. You will find a fortune, though it will not be the one you seek. But first... first you must travel a long and difficult road, a road fraught with peril. Mm-hmm. You shall see thangs, wonderful to tell. You shall see a... a cow... on the roof of a cotton house, ha. And, oh, so many startlements. I cannot tell you how long this road shall be, but fear not the obstacles in your path, for fate has vouchsafed your reward. Though the road may wind, yea, your hearts grow weary, still shall ye follow them, even unto your salvation.
I was totin' my pack along the dusty Winnemucca road,
When along came a semi with a high an' canvas-covered load.
"If you're goin' to Winnemucca, Mack, with me you can ride."
And so I climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside.
He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand.
And I said, "Listen, I've traveled every road in this here land!"
[Chorus:]
I've been everywhere, man.
I've been everywhere, man.
Crossed the desert's bare, man.
I've breathed the mountain air, man.
Of travel I've had my share, man.
I've been everywhere.
I've been to:
Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota,
Buffalo, Toronto, Winslow, Sarasota,
Wichita, Tulsa, Ottawa, Oklahoma,
Tampa, Panama, Mattawa, La Paloma,
Bangor, Baltimore, Salvador, Amarillo,
Tocapillo, Baranquilla, and Perdilla, I'm a killer.
[Chorus]
I've been to:
Boston, Charleston, Dayton, Louisiana,
Washington, Houston, Kingston, Texarkana,
Monterey, Faraday, Santa Fe, Tallapoosa,
Glen Rock, Black Rock, Little Rock, Oskaloosa,
Tennessee to Tennesse Chicopee, Spirit Lake,
Grand Lake, Devils Lake, Crater Lake, for Pete's sake.
[Chorus]
I've been to:
Louisville, Nashville, Knoxville, Ombabika,
Schefferville, Jacksonville, Waterville, Costa Rica,
Pittsfield, Springfield, Bakersfield, Shreveport,
Hackensack, Cadillac, Fond du Lac, Davenport,
Idaho, Jellico, Argentina, Diamantina,
Pasadena, Catalina, see what I mean-a.
[Chorus]
I've been to:
Pittsburgh, Parkersburg, Gravelbourg, Colorado,
Ellensburg, Rexburg, Vicksburg, Eldorado,
Larimore, Atmore, Haverstraw, Chatanika,
Chaska, Nebraska, Alaska, Opelika,
Baraboo, Waterloo, Kalamazoo, Kansas City,
Sioux City, Cedar City, Dodge City, what a pity.
Shakespear wrote a farce about it, Much Ado About Not(h)ing.
Spying is the 2nd oldest profesion.
So what's the big deal being connected 24x7? As long as you have nothing to hide you should have nothing to worry about. Right?
So farting in public is okay ? What about taking a dump on the sidewalk is that allowed ?
Sure, why not? Keep it in the open. It's those paranoid f'ers that hide behind the bushes. WHAT ARE THEY HIDING???
Right!
So send me your bank account number, all your credit card information and your birth date and mother's maiden name.
Oh, and some racy pictures of your wife too. ;o)
To add insult to injury, the government still maintains the "Do Not Call Registry".
You know, to protect our privacy. What a joke.
Bill - she looks so much better when you 'touch' her up! (pukes on keyboard)
Good.
My feelings abot Billary...it´s very confusing. The reincarnation of LBJ (with all that he was alleged having done) which was Bill is trying to get back into the drivers seat- again in the shape of Hitlery.
Does it never end! Please make the pain go away!
Actuaries who have looked into the death rates among LBJ´s and Bill´s acquaintancies are amazed...the statistical likelihood it all could have been random is like...10 -19.
There´s something very special about that southern democrat culture.
yeah, there's something 'special' about the dixie-crats...you should see em' parade that jack-ass around goat-hill in montgomery -- if you didn't know any better, you'd think you were witnessing a ritual of some sort.
i have an uncle (mother's side) who served as mayor of a city in the mississippi delta for many years. great football player/terrible person. so anyway, 60 minutes' morely shaffer came down to the magnolia state to do an expose on my uncle...apparently, he'd diverted funds from the feds earmarked for the construction of a sewage system for what was -- at the time -- amorica's poorest community. it was called 'sugar-ditch' (cause they had to pour sweet smells into the open shit-pit), and driving through it was other-worldly (as is most of the delta). understand, the delta is @80% black; and one may naturally ask why her cities are mayored by white-devils like my uncle. well, ZHealots, it's called 'democracy'...you should all look into it.
in any event, the diversion of federal funds is SOP throughout these fifty states; and so, for a diversion to warrant national news coverage, it's gotta have a compelling narrative:
Compelling Narrative: it just so happened that this uncle used these earmarked funds for the construction of a private airport for he and his buddies' private airplanes. it was all 'legal' and whatnot -- in that the funds were for 'economic development', without codified designations as to the nature and specifics constituting just what 'economic development' meant. for my uncle, it meant 'private airport'...but i think DC wanted pipes & plumbing for sugar ditch.
jesse jackson came soon thereafter to meet with my uncle and rouse the rabble in sugar ditch. mr. jackson then had the temerity to solicit donations from amorica's poorest community. poor-ass niggers truly are kicked around by everyone, particularly their leadership.
strange twists and final justice:
in spite of (or rather because of) my uncle's wheelin & dealin ways, he was instrumental in bringing casinos to the banks of the mississippi -- a lil ways south of memphis -- and the airport was similarly instrumental in facilitating this process. these vice-barges would prove to be a boon to this flat, acrid cotton-swamp...and in no time flat, the residents of sugar ditch were trained as dealers and such-like to service the casinos. naturally, sugar ditch got her sewage system, and a crack epidemic, developed a fetish for chrome wheels and tricked-out rides, and flourished in the warm glow of amorica's burgeoning addiction to gambling.
if nothing else, my unlce was good for a laugh...his campaign slogan was "if you'll kiss my ass, i'll hug your elephant." no shit, that was the official slogan; and was a response to the very troubling development seen after the nixon years -- 'real' southerners starting to vote republican -- the horror!
but times change and his daughter (janus' first cousin) later served as a top aide to a very prominent senator from the great state of mississippi -- a republican!
this uncle was some years later indicted (along with a few of his banker-buddies) for bank fraud...or something. never convicted -- but i reckon he learnt his lesson. i think he's living in the ozarks these days; and in spite of (or maybe because of) his terribleness, i wish him well and hope he's in good health. haven't spoken to him in many years.
at the end of the day, all you can say is -- that's just how they do things down in the mississippi delta.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezrzOylkQvk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTIrHBzTyks
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTIrHBzTyks
i got a cravin love for blazin speed/
got a hopped-up mustang ford/
jump into the wagon, love/
throw your panties on the board/
i can write you poems/
make a strong man lose his mind/
i'm no pig without a wig/
i hope you treat me kind/
things are breakin up out there/
high-water everywhere,
janus
You can be a Bobby Baker , too (look him up if you don´t know what´s under that scab of pus) . Or a Billy Estes for that matter.
There´s a strange direct line from LBJ and those that went before him to Bubba and Hitlery. Is it something in the water?
I pose it to you , sir , that the modern dixiecrat is ten times worse than the old one. They even finally got wise and done got themselves elected one of them black fellas.
it is the old european banksters that run them
like sheep. cia, security..securities etc ..
all of it is owned and run like this. dunderheads
all join in along the way intimidated by the barking
of the media dog's master. man
.
The lighter side….
OCTOBER 8, 2010
https://aadivaahan.wordpress.com/2010/10/08/the-lighter-side/
The Road Hammers - I've Been Everywhere [Official HD]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fo1qgrCMcw0
.
"hey dale, you ever hear of the "road runners"?" ....
"...you seek a great fortune...
.
"O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000)
Delmar O'Donnell: You work for the railroad, Grampa?
Blind Seer: I work for no man.
Delmar O'Donnell: Got a name, do you?
Blind Seer: I have no name.
Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, that right there may be the reason you've had difficulty findin' gainful employment. You see, in the mart of competitive commerce...
Blind Seer: You seek a great fortune, you three who are now in chains. You will find a fortune, though it will not be the one you seek. But first... first you must travel a long and difficult road, a road fraught with peril. Mm-hmm. You shall see thangs, wonderful to tell. You shall see a... a cow... on the roof of a cotton house, ha. And, oh, so many startlements. I cannot tell you how long this road shall be, but fear not the obstacles in your path, for fate has vouchsafed your reward. Though the road may wind, yea, your hearts grow weary, still shall ye follow them, even unto your salvation.
[Last Lines]
Blind Seer: [sings] Oh, bear me away on your snow white wings to my celestial home "
.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pukq_XJmM-k
.
I've Been Everywhere
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jl9-Eyx1gZg
.
"I've Been Everywhere"
I was totin' my pack along the dusty Winnemucca road,
When along came a semi with a high an' canvas-covered load.
"If you're goin' to Winnemucca, Mack, with me you can ride."
And so I climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside.
He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand.
And I said, "Listen, I've traveled every road in this here land!"
[Chorus:]
I've been everywhere, man.
I've been everywhere, man.
Crossed the desert's bare, man.
I've breathed the mountain air, man.
Of travel I've had my share, man.
I've been everywhere.
I've been to:
Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota,
Buffalo, Toronto, Winslow, Sarasota,
Wichita, Tulsa, Ottawa, Oklahoma,
Tampa, Panama, Mattawa, La Paloma,
Bangor, Baltimore, Salvador, Amarillo,
Tocapillo, Baranquilla, and Perdilla, I'm a killer.
[Chorus]
I've been to:
Boston, Charleston, Dayton, Louisiana,
Washington, Houston, Kingston, Texarkana,
Monterey, Faraday, Santa Fe, Tallapoosa,
Glen Rock, Black Rock, Little Rock, Oskaloosa,
Tennessee to Tennesse Chicopee, Spirit Lake,
Grand Lake, Devils Lake, Crater Lake, for Pete's sake.
[Chorus]
I've been to:
Louisville, Nashville, Knoxville, Ombabika,
Schefferville, Jacksonville, Waterville, Costa Rica,
Pittsfield, Springfield, Bakersfield, Shreveport,
Hackensack, Cadillac, Fond du Lac, Davenport,
Idaho, Jellico, Argentina, Diamantina,
Pasadena, Catalina, see what I mean-a.
[Chorus]
I've been to:
Pittsburgh, Parkersburg, Gravelbourg, Colorado,
Ellensburg, Rexburg, Vicksburg, Eldorado,
Larimore, Atmore, Haverstraw, Chatanika,
Chaska, Nebraska, Alaska, Opelika,
Baraboo, Waterloo, Kalamazoo, Kansas City,
Sioux City, Cedar City, Dodge City, what a pity.
[Chorus]
(I've been everywhere)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=V41gDDWEPso
Thanks, Blind man...with this response I've learned how to copy and paste with a smartphone. I've also learned that IHATE autocorrect.
Janus
this modern day learning, i don't
know whether to shit or go blind?
apologies where needed.
I never noticed Hillary had such hairy forearms before
God I wish they'd stop defaming Hitler's name with this witch bitch.
Well,, the good news is that if I was an angry old decayed estrogen twat like half of SCOTUS.. she would be my bitch , too.. heh heh……………………
and BTW.. I sill have her same ms 256 …and the OKI at the the bottom……………
Former spec-ops & spooks are not pleased with her OR her handlers ;-)
http://opsecteam.org/download/080315_Letter.pdf