▐┛🇺🇸 Roman von Ungern-Sternberg

My name is John, and I hate every single one of you. All of you are fat, retarded, no-lifes who spend every second of their day looking at stupid ass pictures. You are everything bad in the world. Pic Related: It's me and my bitch

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Too many white men were supporting their families by driving trucks, so of course our leaders had to end that by importing unqualified foreigners. A lot of people have died in the process. Gord Magill is a trucker who saw it happen. 0:00 The Last American Cowboys and the War on Truckers 6:14 The Attempt to Replace American Workers With Foreigners 13:46 The Life of a Long-Haul Trucker 21:25 The Dangers of Truck Driving 24:59 The Human Trafficking Routes 33:05 Magill’s Most Dangerous Experiences While Trucking 36:42 How Did Magill Learn All of This? 39:23 The Freight Crisis 40:21 Is Trump Working on Fixing the Trucking Industry? 48:41 The Exploitation of the Electronic Logging Device 50:54 The ALP Heist 59:30 The Fight in Washington to Fix the Trucking Industry 1:02:19 How Do Truckers Entertain Themselves? 1:02:42 What’s Going on in Canada?

You'll never see me shit on Tucker because for every dumb thing he says he makes up for it 100 fold by having on guests to talk about subjects that no one else with a platform that big is willing to do. He is irreplaceable.

Rick Chow store broken into after he was found not guilty for shooting & killing a 14 year old boy.

One thing that never ceases to amuse me is how "Elite Human Capital" Liberals are continuously perplexed by the sheer incompetence of a regime they continue to advocate for. It's like they can't connect the dots, no matter how obvious the pattern is.

Sometimes I open up google maps and simply reminisce about the last two decades.

What is up, my Shogga 🎬@CptSourcebird

Never leaving this app

If you don't vote, I don't want to hear you ever complain about any of the filth, crime, or decline in LA again. Get off your butt and VOTE, or enjoy what you get.

I’m sorry liver but daddy can still remember her smile

Henry Nowak: "I've been stabbed" Audible blood gurgling in his lungs even on the body cam Bio-refuse officer: "NAURRR M8 YOU'ERNT STABBERD"

For those mainly Pakistani men who have inflicted the very worst pain imaginable on innocent British children, please know this. There will come a day when the power of the British state that concealed your atrocious crimes for so very long is turned against you. It will be swift. It will be brutal. It will be severe. Because if Restore Britain gets a sniff of power, there will be a reckoning. I promise you that. We will show you the same mercy you showed our girls. Your race or religion will not protect you any longer. A message will be sent that is heard right across the world. If you rape our children, you will pay for it - and you will pay for it with everything. That is what Restore Britain will do.

British cops are one of the few groups I struggle to have a theory of mind for. The job seems to select for the worst of the worst. I hope they aren’t having a lot of kids. Degenerate bloodlines.

🚨 BREAKING: Bodycam footage of the arrest of Henry Nowak, who had been stabbed moments prior by Vickrum Digwa

This is how the chariot actually arrived in India.

All of Indian history is getting raped repeatedly by the Aryans, and then the Persians, the Greeks, later the Muslims, and then the descendants of the Aryans again. And even more absurdly by the Indian themselves. To the degree that they now try to claim chariots and horses.

My single biggest complaint about our 250th birthday as a nation is aimed directly at Winchester. In 1976, my dad bought me the commemorative Winchester Bicentennial 30-30, the “rifle that won the West.” It’s still mint in box, although the box is a bit worn. For two decades, I’ve looked forward to buying the commemorative 250th 30-30 for each of my children. They didn’t make one. What a disappointment @WinRepArms.

Looking forward to the opening of the Lincoln Memorial Undercroft!  This exhibit reveals the previously hidden foundation of one of America’s most iconic memorials and celebrates the story behind its construction.

American flag throw blanket that my great grandmother made for the bicentennial in 1976.

There is a restaurant in Texas where they bring you food until you tell them to stop. They do not tell you to stop. You tell them. I did not know a man could be trusted with such power. I confess I wept. In my country, when a host feeds you, you finish what is served. To leave food on the plate is to insult the hands that made it. This is not my opinion. This is the law of the table. So when the man said "all you can eat," I did not hear an offer. I heard a challenge of honor. The house was offering me everything it had. To stop before the house stopped would be to call the house stingy. I would not insult the house. Plate one, fried chicken. I bowed. I finished it. Plate two, ribs. I bowed. I finished it. Plate three. Four. Five. The house did not stop. So neither did I. A waiter came and said, kindly, that I could stop whenever I wished. I told him I did not come here to wish. I came here to settle a debt of honor. He brought a manager. The manager brought water. I do not drink water during battle. By the second hour, the kitchen had slowed. I took this as weakness in the enemy and pressed forward. By the third hour I could no longer feel my face. But a samurai does not retreat simply because his face has left him. They turned off the lights and closed the restaurant around me. I remained seated. Still chewing. The last man at the table. I won. I have not eaten since. That was eleven days ago. So tell me honestly. When the sign says all you can eat, who is supposed to surrender first? Because it will not be me.