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Title: Kamala Harris BOOED AND HECKLED On Stage After Beyonce REFUSES To Perform At Houston Rally!
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Black Conservative Perspective
URL Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4az-EjXxD0
Published: Oct 26, 2024
Author: Greg Foreman
Post Date: 2024-10-26 12:41:40 by Esso
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#10. To: Esso (#7)
You'll be missing a marathon rerun of PBS' salute to Bela Abzug. “I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
Happy Birthday, wherever you are.
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
I don't know how I got upstairs last weekend. Somehow I did though. I hate these short weekends with Kim. She's thinking it might take her six months to a year before she can clear her Monday schedule. I may not last that long. She might not be too happy with me, the flowers weren't good at Kroger yesterday. I got here early. Pak needed a shower and shave so I took him up with me. He's all nice and clean and smelling of Stetson. Yum. Kim. GAK! I don't remember who bought me that, it was probably Marla. I much prefer smelling of women's perfume. When I'd go up to the liquor store and Cari hugged me, I could smell her perfume on me when I got back to my office out of my smoke-filled truck. That was hot. I'll let that one slide, her death was tragic. She went in for a routine heart stent op and was given the Covid-19 shot against her will. She died less than a year later. I wish I knew what perfume that was. Jim only buys me flowers. Kim. I wouldn't know where to buy perfume, hon, the mall? I haven't been there since I was a kid. When's the last time you've been in a store? LOL! “I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
We worked Pearl Jam in Chicago at Soldier Field in 1996. It was the same stage as the main stage Woodstock 94. When the crowd started to body surf, there was no way to keep them off the front of the stage. My boss was hollering he didn't want anyone on the front of the stage. I told him, "There is no way to keep them off. It will be just like Woodstock." We had a barricade out in the middle of the crowd with 15 guys doing nothing. I called the Supervisor on the radio and told him, "Send half your crew up on the front of the stage to help out." Neither one of them were at Woodstock 94, but I was and it was the road trip from hell because of the bus crash on I-80 in SW Pennsylvania in a construction zone on the bridge over the Shenango River. The crash involved three busses and two trucks, but the story in the newspaper got it wrong. They sent ambulances from as far away as Cleveland. One guy, when the excitement was over, he sat down next to a guard rail and went into shock. I hollered, "We got a man down over here!" A Medic came over and put an IV in his arm. I was on the other side of the guard rail. I stuck my hand in the air and the medic put the IV bag in my hand. That was Ivan. He got the good looking nurse in the ambulance. One of the bus drivers was pinned in the wreck for an hour. When they got him out, he gave us the thumbs up, and we all cheered. We found out later he lost both legs at the knee. :-/ "When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one." Edmund Burke
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
Jim always has that look in his eyes. That's what worries me when I'm not here. Kim I think we all remember from the 2020 campaign how pick up trucks waving Trump flags boxed in the Biden/Harris bus and would not allow it to exit the freeway. Harris trying to mix a political rally with a concert was just plain stupid. ;)
"When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one." Edmund Burke
Isn't apartment 29 the room in North Korea that no one's supposed to talk about?
Harris
Gooble Kamala, you know you want to!
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
We knew this Palestinian kid named Tony that lived in Chicago in late 70s. He is the reason I can swear in Arabic. We got him lit one night on Mad Dog 20/20. We were cruising around in old my Blazer. He was in the passenger seat. I hollered, "Tony! Kings!" He tried to jump out the open window. I reached over and grabbed his belt and pulled him back in. I haven't seen him in many years and no idea if he is still alive. ;) "When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one." Edmund Burke
You've never seen me. How do you know if I'm alive? Don't get me started on my idea to sell "experienced" speculii to Japanese machine vendors...
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
I had a great gal picked out for you last night, but I can't find it in my history. I'm buying us a couple of these: 'Sperm Extractor' Machine Replicates Human Vagina for Donors | NowThis If Kimmy won't let me have a sexbot or maid, I'm gonna get the job done one way or another. “I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
While standing in the checkout line a gal asked me which is better the pink or the red, I said lady I don't look for a wine that tastes good going down. I want one that tastes good coming back up.
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
That's funny. The last time I had wine, I think it was a jug (pre-box) of white wine. Me and my buddy went to a late movie and got a bucket of stale, greasy popcorn. I can still feel those husks coming through my throat the wrong way. I haven't had wine since. It's probably been 45+ years. I don't remember the movie. Seems to be a step up from the old RIMCO POCKET PUSSYTM
Been a few years since I got to run through the series. Monty Python made sidling up to Doulas Adams work easy. For a couple of years while living in Olongapo I had a pet reticulated python I called Monty.
Sounds like a night I had with far too much gin made from Nipa palms.
That would be Room 39 - Cash, Yachts, and Cognac: Kim Yo-Jong’s Links to the Secretive Office Keeping North Korea’s Elites in Luxury She's cute, think she'd go out with me or is it "too soon"? “I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
I knew it was something like that. SECRETS, MAN, SECRETS! I really like this chick, but she's too big for my liking, her voice is great... Reading Viral Reviews of the Tracy’s Dog Vibrator OMG, you're a pig. Guess who? S21 - The Musical starring Tom Arnold as Pol Pot “I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
If it's any consolation, I find the adult bookstore humor a bit trite too.
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
FU, MAN! I told y'all I wasn't going to post anything except sex shit until the news blackout ends. The Chicks On the Right are usually the best game in town. What did you do to Mock to get her to move from Indy to one of the Carolinas, you freak? Leicht Perlig,Great Curvy & Plus Size Model | Curvy Fashion nova | Biography & Wiki,Lateststyle There was never anything so gallant, so spruce, so brilliant, and so well disposed as the two armies. Trumpets, fifes, hautboys, drums, and cannon made music such as Hell itself had never heard. The cannons first of all laid flat about six thousand men on each side; the muskets swept away from this best of worlds nine or ten thousand ruffians who infested its surface. The bayonet was also a sufficient reason for the death of several thousands. The whole might amount to thirty thousand souls. Candide, who trembled like a philosopher, hid himself as well as he could during this heroic butchery. At length, while the two kings were causing Te Deum to be sung each in his own camp, Candide resolved to go and reason elsewhere on effects and causes. He passed over heaps of dead and dying, and first reached a neighbouring village; it was in cinders, it was an Abare village which the Bulgarians had burnt according[Pg 10] to the laws of war. Here, old men covered with wounds, beheld their wives, hugging their children to their bloody breasts, massacred before their faces; there, their daughters, disembowelled and breathing their last after having satisfied the natural wants of Bulgarian heroes; while others, half burnt in the flames, begged to be despatched. The earth was strewed with brains, arms, and legs. Candide fled quickly to another village; it belonged to the Bulgarians; and the Abarian heroes had treated it in the same way. Candide, walking always over palpitating limbs or across ruins, arrived at last beyond the seat of war, with a few provisions in his knapsack, and Miss Cunegonde always in his heart. His provisions failed him when he arrived in Holland; but having heard that everybody was rich in that country, and that they were Christians, he did not doubt but he should meet with the same treatment from them as he had met with in the Baron's castle, before Miss Cunegonde's bright eyes were the cause of his expulsion thence. He asked alms of several grave-looking people, who all answered him, that if he continued to follow this trade they would confine him to the house of correction, where he should be taught to get a living.[Pg 11] The next he addressed was a man who had been haranguing a large assembly for a whole hour on the subject of charity. But the orator, looking askew, said: "What are you doing here? Are you for the good cause?" "There can be no effect without a cause," modestly answered Candide; "the whole is necessarily concatenated and arranged for the best. It was necessary for me to have been banished from the presence of Miss Cunegonde, to have afterwards run the gauntlet, and now it is necessary I should beg my bread until I learn to earn it; all this cannot be otherwise." "My friend," said the orator to him, "do you believe the Pope to be Anti-Christ?" "I have not heard it," answered Candide; "but whether he be, or whether he be not, I want bread." "Thou dost not deserve to eat," said the other. "Begone, rogue; begone, wretch; do not come near me again." The orator's wife, putting her head out of the window, and spying a man that doubted whether the Pope was Anti-Christ, poured over him a full.... Oh, heavens! to what excess does religious zeal carry the ladies. A man who had never been christened, a good Anabaptist, named James, beheld the cruel and[Pg 12] ignominious treatment shown to one of his brethren, an unfeathered biped with a rational soul, he took him home, cleaned him, gave him bread and beer, presented him with two florins, and even wished to teach him the manufacture of Persian stuffs which they make in Holland. Candide, almost prostrating himself before him, cried: "Master Pangloss has well said that all is for the best in this world, for I am infinitely more touched by your extreme generosity than with the inhumanity of that gentleman in the black coat and his lady." The next day, as he took a walk, he met a beggar all covered with scabs, his eyes diseased, the end of his nose eaten away, his mouth distorted, his teeth black, choking in his throat, tormented with a violent cough, and spitting out a tooth at each effort.[Pg 13] “I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
Fine, you're more read than me. You ever make a deal with some towelhead for a metric tonne of opioid precursors for guns? And have a plane to move it? FU bitch. I made my money the old fashioned way, Drugs and guns. I'm not some fag fucking messing around trafficking children, that's ghey. So that's what they wanted that stuff for, bastards told me they were farmers.
I cant speak for Khmer Rouge, I'd be called presumptuous at best. “I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
No. No fucking no. No. I silly book story thing, umm, dog? “I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
I haven't gotten good and sick on cheap wine since I was a kid. Kimmy might be plying her tradecraft all weekend.
#11. To: Lod (#10)
#12. To: Dakmar (#10)
You'll be missing a marathon rerun of PBS' salute to Bela Abzug.
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#13. To: Dakmar (#12)
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#14. To: Dakmar, 4um (#13)
He's all nice and clean and smelling of Stetson. Yum.
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#15. To: Dakmar (#14)
When I'd go up to the liquor store and Cari hugged me, I could smell her perfume on me when I got back to my office out of my smoke-filled truck. That was hot.
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#16. To: Kimmy (#15)
I wish I knew what perfume that was. Jim only buys me flowers.
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#17. To: Esso, Kim (#12)
#18. To: Esso (#14)
Pearl Jam
#19. To: Esso, Lod, Kim, Wayne Kramer, Beyonce, Jethro Tull, Flintlock, Chef BoYardee and his all giirl NASCAR stunt team (#17)
#20. To: BTP Holdings, ping zoom (#19)
#21. To: Dakmar (#17)
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#22. To: Esso (#0)
(Edited)
#23. To: Dakmar (#19)
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#24. To: BTP Holdings (#22)
trying to mis a political rally with a concert was just plain stupid.
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#25. To: All (#24)
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#26. To: Esso (#25)
#27. To: Esso (#7)
(Edited)
cheap wine
#28. To: BTP Holdings (#27)
I haven't seen him in many years and no idea if he is still alive.
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#29. To: Esso, Kim (#25)
#30. To: Dakmar, Dr. Kimmy (#29)
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#31. To: Esso (#30)
#32. To: Esso (#7)
#33. To: ghostrider (#32)
#34. To: ghostrider (#32)
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#35. To: Esso (#30)
#36. To: Dakmar (#33)
#37. To: Esso (#34)
#38. To: Esso (#23)
Isn't apartment 29 the room in North Korea that no one's supposed to talk about?
#39. To: Esso (#23)
Isn't apartment 29 the room in North Korea that no one's supposed to talk about?
#40. To: Dakmar (#38)
That would be Room 39 - Cash, Yachts, and Cognac: Kim Yo-Jong’s Links to the Secretive Office Keeping North Korea’s Elites in Luxury
She's cute, think she'd go out with me or is it "too soon"?
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#41. To: Pacman (#40)
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#42. To: Esso (#40)
Dame Sigourny Weaver as The Empress Dowager
#43. To: Dr Esso (#41)
#44. To: Dakmar, 4um (#43)
If it's any consolation, I find the adult bookstore humor a bit trite too.
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#45. To: Esso (#44)
What did you do to Mock to get her to move from Indy to one of the Carolinas, you freak?
HOW CANDIDE MADE HIS ESCAPE FROM THE BULGARIANS, AND WHAT AFTERWARDS BECAME OF HIM.
#46. To: Dakmar (#45)
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
#47. To: Dakmar (#39)
#48. To: ghostrider (#47)
So that's what they wanted that stuff for, bastards told me they were farmers.
#49. To: Esso (#46)
Fine, you're more read than me
#50. To: Dakmar (#49)
I'm going through Pak's playlist again, Kimmy
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
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