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Jess
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Just your average self-observed and out of touch with reality has been and sometimes art fixer. Come Say Hi! (parody)
okyleavemealone Katılım Kasım 2024
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@sscorpio15 @MrsErikaKirk @willchamberlain Can't help but notice the large amount of new bot accounts in the comments, defending Owens.
The more we fight against the devil, the more he fights to strawman through fake accounts.
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@MrsErikaKirk @willchamberlain I believe this woman is on point.
Hope it helps you heal.
Stay blessed and strong! 🙏🏼❤️🙏🏼
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A black man killed 8 children, most of whom were own kids.
The deadliest mass shooting in a long time. And nobody will talk about it because the shooter was black,
Daily Mail US@Daily_MailUS
BREAKING: Eight children, including 18-month-old baby, are killed in mass shooting
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Tori Spelling, best known for her role on “Beverly Hills, 90210,” and four of her children were hospitalized after a two-vehicle crash in Temecula earlier this week, according to multiple media reports. ktla.com/news/local-new…

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@isugarbunnies @LifeCallsCrypto Oh, sweetie.
If you're a leftist, then you literally are.
Please stop with the overuse of makeup and drugs. You're not doing yourself any favors with either.
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Fucking Finally.
The Lion of Mar-a-Lago has roared with that signature, unfiltered lethality, and the message slices through the European delusion like a Tomahawk through a command bunker:
the age of American subsidy for your parasitic cowardice is fucking over.
To the sniveling, jet-fuel-starved cock-suckers of the United Kingdom and its spineless continental cohorts...listen the fuck up.
For eighty years we have bled treasure, blood, and industrial supremacy to underwrite your decadent existence.
From the Marshall Plan’s reconstruction of your war-ravaged empires to the carrier battle groups that have patrolled the Persian Gulf since the Tanker War of the 1980s, America has been your unpaid mercenary, your nuclear umbrella, your global logistics backbone.
NATO?
Nothing more than the North American Tribute Organization...where the United States shoulders over sixty-five percent of the alliance’s actual spending while your militaries have atrophied into hollow parade-ground husks, underfunded, undermanned, and equipped with yesterday’s gear because you chose cradle-to-grave welfare states and green virtue-signaling over steel and resolve.
Geopolitically, the Strait of Hormuz is no academic footnote:
it is the jugular vein of the world economy, funneling twenty-one percent of global petroleum liquids...nineteen million barrels a day...through a narrow chokepoint that asymmetric Iranian tactics...mines, anti-ship missiles, speedboat swarms...were designed to threaten precisely because they knew direct confrontation with American naval power was suicide.
We and our Israeli partners have done the hard kinetic work...the precision decapitation of their leadership structure.
The heavy lifting is finished.
Now these same European freeloaders, who lacked the spine to commit forces when it mattered, dare complain about disrupted sea lanes?
Decades of Pax Americana have bred in you a terminal strategic infantilism:
a learned helplessness wrapped in smug moral superiority.
You lecture the world on the “rules-based order” while outsourcing your survival to American sons and daughters.
History is merciless on this point...from the Suez Crisis of 1956, when your imperial twilight exposed the limits of European power projection without U.S. backing, to the present.
Your elites are psychologically castrated by comfort; your populations softened by entitlement.
You forgot that freedom of navigation is not a birthright...it is enforced by gun, steel, and the will to use them.
President Trump’s directive is surgical in its venomous precision:
Number One, buy the fucking fuel from us...we have plenty.
Number Two, grow some long-overdue balls, reconstitute what remains of your navies, sail into the Strait, and TAKE IT.
No more American taxpayers dying to keep your fighters in the sky and your economies from freezing in the dark while you backstab and virtue-signal.
The parasite has fed on the host long enough.
The era of the United States as Europe’s security guard, banker, and scapegoat is closed.
Fight for your own oil or learn to live without it.
Adapt or wither. The choice is yours, but the protection racket is finished.
Grow a fucking spine or don't. We don't give a fuck anymore.
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Stew Peters, you subhuman son of a bitch...
You didn’t just post a picture.
You didn’t “make a point.”
You reached into the burning ashes of September 11th, 2001, grabbed the broken body of a man who chose to leap rather than burn alive...that final, frozen moment of pure human agony captured forever...and you weaponized it like the clinical narcissist you are.
"Another American dying for Israel.”
Holy fuck, the venomous lie drips off your forked tongue like pus from an open wound.
That jumper wasn’t “dying for Israel.”
He was murdered by al-Qaeda Islamists who hated everything the West stood for...Jews, Christians, freedom, life itself.
Those 19 hijackers trained in the same jihadi sewers that still pump out the same death cult today. They flew planes into buildings while screaming the same genocidal slogans Hamas, Hezbollah, and Iran chant right now.
And you, you twisted, attention-whoring parasite, you spit on their graves to farm clicks from your drooling, low-IQ cult.
This isn’t “commentary.”
This is textbook sociopathic desecratio...the same psychological profile as every Holocaust-denying ghoul and 9/11-truther freak who gets hard off historical trauma.
You don’t have the balls or the brain to grapple with actual history:
America’s alliance with Israel was forged in the fire of shared enemies...the very same radical Islamic fascism that slaughtered 3,000 of us on that Tuesday morning.
Our soldiers who’ve died fighting Iran’s proxies?
They died defending civilization against the same medieval barbarism that cheered the Twin Towers’ collapse.
But facts don’t pay your bills, do they, Stew?
No...you need the dopamine rush of scapegoating Jews.
Classic antisemitic pathology: project your own failures, your own emptiness, onto the eternal outsider. It’s not new.
It’s Goebbels with a podcast mic and worse production values.
You’re not a patriot.
You’re a bottom-feeding opportunist who’d piss on the graves of 9/11 dead if it got you another blue check or donation spike.
The jumper’s face ...that man’s last conscious choice...is sacred ground to anyone with a functioning conscience.
You turned it into your personal propaganda dildo.
That’s not edgy.
That’s not “based.”
That’s the act of a moral void, a psychological black hole where empathy should be.
You’re the human equivalent of necrophili...fucking the memory of the dead for clout.
Subhuman doesn’t even cover it.
You’re a evolutionary dead-end, a cautionary tale of what happens when unchecked hatred and narcissistic supply mix with zero self-awareness.
History will remember you the way it remembers every other two-bit propagandist who danced on corpses:
as a footnote of contempt.
Rot in the hell you’re building for yourself, you filthy, lying, 9/11-exploiting motherfucker.
The rest of us will keep honoring the fallen without your toxic, Jew-hating bullshit smeared all over their legacy.
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@mtgreenee "American heroes. God bless them and their families."
How that fuck does that sound like she's "celebrating the death of American military members and thanking their families for their blood sacrifice."??!!
What the actual fuck is wrong with you??!!
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This bitch is celebrating the death of American military members and thanking their families for their blood sacrifice.
Loomer lost two Congressional races bc nobody respected her or valued her enough to elect her.
But this is who Trump takes late night calls from and laps up her praise and worship.
Loomer hated Charlie Kirk bc he spoke out against war with Iran the same way I do.
War with Iran is AMERICA LAST and we voted against it the same way voters voted against Laura Loomer twice!
And now Americans are once again coming home in flag draped coffins from another stupid pointless foreign war for foreign regime change on behalf of Israel.
And Laura Loomer demanded it and begged for it.
Sign up for the military, Laura! Go to the front lines, Laura! Maybe then they’ll give you a gun.
You don’t love Trump enough unless you go fight Iran yourself.

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@bradfordjwest @ShanonLee_AF @hodgetwins @CommunityNotes
Please add the above comment's link as a note to @ShanonLee_AF idiotic post.
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@hodgetwins Does this mean we're not going to be seeing your dumb asses questing on @scrowder's show again anytime soon?
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@BrownLisah @US_did_911 @dbongino It's an idiotic conspiracy, put out by the left, that Charlie's magnetic lapel mic (the black box on his shirt) was a mini bomb or some mess.
The fools are using wind from the bullet moving Charlie's collar (and purposely out of sync) as so-called "proof" of an explosion.🙄🤦🏽
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@US_did_911 @dbongino OK, I watched all four of those clips. Can someone please tell me what it is? You think you're seeing there? I saw all the arrows and all the gruesome slow mows, but I'm not sure what you guys are concluding and I would really like to know. Spill the tea!
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This may be the sickest thing I’ve ever seen in my time in this space.
Don’t miss my show on Rumble.
Available here. 👇🏻
rumble.com/v767fne-the-si…
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“You’re going to lose business,” my neighbor warned, staring at the baby in my arms like he was a mistake.
I had flour on my hands and Danny pressed against my chest, warm and quiet. Orders were stacking up. The ovens were full. My cousin had just given birth—and just as quickly, she walked away.
“They say I can’t raise a child with Down syndrome,” she told me.
I didn’t argue.
I brought him home.
The bakery kept running.
I learned to knead dough with one hand and rock him with the other. I opened before sunrise, baked through the morning rush, and let him nap in a basket behind the register. Sometimes he giggled at the sound of the bell on the door. Sometimes he cried while I frosted cakes. We figured it out together.
Some people stared.
A few complained.
But many stayed.
They watched him grow up between sacks of flour and warm trays of bread. His first steps were on the tile floor near the ovens. His first words floated over the hum of mixers. He learned customers’ names before he learned to read. He memorized recipes the way other kids memorized cartoons.
The bakery wasn’t just where he grew up.
It was where he belonged.
Fifty years later, my hands ache before the morning rush. I move slower now. I can’t carry the business the way I once did.
But Danny can.
He runs the ovens. He greets every customer by name. He remembers who likes extra icing, who needs their bread sliced thin, who just lost a spouse and needs a kind word with their coffee.
People walk in and ask, “Is Danny baking today?”
And if he is, they smile.
“If Danny’s baking, I’ll wait,” they say. “He makes it better.”
They were wrong all those years ago.
This bakery didn’t survive despite Danny.
It survived because of him. ❤️
Credit: creamyposh

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