Title: Shania Twain performs a satanic sex dance at the Superbowl Source:
YouTube URL Source:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9BjzgOJcbI Published:Feb 11, 2012 Author:Beezlebub Post Date:2012-02-11 04:43:35 by FormerLurker Keywords:None Views:1124 Comments:49
Note her cape mimicks the wings of fallen angel Bathomet. Also, her colors are satanic, black and silver. Also watch her hands, she makes satanic gestures.
Poster Comment:
Shania Twain paying homage to the demon Bathomet at the Superbowl XXXVII halftime show...
#11. To: noone222, PSUSA2, robnoel, randge, DWornock, abraxas, Bill D Berger, Original_Intent, wudidiz, TwentyTwelve, All (#0)
This was a simple experiment to gauge how people react to the simple power of suggestion.
All it takes is a false notion and an image found on the Internet, then attaching them to a person or event to make some believe that false notion is actually true.
People need to be more critical in their thought process and not fall for everything they see, read, or hear on the net, or in real life for that matter. Yet some instantly swallow anything that fits their innermost fears and beliefs.
#41. To: Original_Intent, PSUSA2, randge, wudidiz, All (#40)
I have, up until now, refrained from posting on this thread since I didn't watch the stupor-bowl, and I will now render a reasoned-opinion on this timely- yet-critical topic:
#43. To: X-15, Original_Intent, PSUSA2, randge, wudidiz, All (#41)
I have, up until now, refrained from posting on this thread since I didn't watch the stupor-bowl, and I will now render a reasoned-opinion on this timely- yet-critical topic:
Yeah, I have to agree.......something spectacular could be happening on the Wheel as we speak. lol
I just took a pot of venison chili off the stove to cool off, I think it's my best batch yet this year (I say that about every batch).
I haven't had venison since I worked for the State of Illinois.
I was out on Night Patrol and was making a left turn. There was a big doe by the fence on the right side of the road. The strobe lights spooked her and she ran in front of the truck. I clipped her with the plow and she skidded into the median.
By the time I turned around and got back there, she had her last gasp. I called the foreman over there, and he said he did not want to get kicked. Was I sure she was dead. "Yep," I said, "Look at her eyes, they are open. They always die with their eyes open."
We threw her on the tailgate of the pickup and drove over to the gravel pit. I pulled her off in a clean bank of snow and cut off the hind quarters. I drove the rest of the night with the heater off and went home and put them in the fridge for three days to age them. I gave one to the neighbor and he cooked me up a plate of stew. The other I brought into the yard. We had a guy there who used to be a butcher. He said it was perfect. We cut it up and fried it up on the stove. Yum, yum. Good eatin'.