The little tikes were asking for it,
begging for it.
We here at FR all know what BS stands for. And BS is a pile of it.
The little tikes were asking for it,
begging for it.
How exactly did she become a grandma?
Like Jimmy Durante would say, “the nose knows.”
Streisand started her career as a prostitute. So she has a filthy whore’s perspective
Awesome article. Thank-you for posting it.
If I had my wish this article demonstrating liberal/elite hypocracy would be shouted at every street-corner of America!
Streisand defending his behavior is another part of the story unfolding. That story is about sick and twisted elites defending their own.
She opened her mouth like that probably because she knows a lot of that went on in Hollywood (indulging in both little girls and boys) as far back as the ‘20s and ‘30s, but likely really picked up that great deal more by the time she was a big star during the late ‘60s and on into the ‘70s. And it involved a few big names and certainly a number of influential behind the scenes people and it would make what Michael Jackson or even Roman Polanski did look pretty tame by comparison.
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....... The Ministry of Truth, Winston's place of work, contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding ramifications below. The Ministry of Truth concerned itself with Lies. Party ownership of the print media made it easy to manipulate public opinion, and the film and radio carried the process further. The primary job of the Ministry of Truth was to supply the citizens of Oceania with newspapers, films, textbooks, telescreen programmes, plays, novels - with every conceivable kind of information, instruction, or entertainment, from a statue to a slogan, from a lyric poem to a biological treatise, and from a child's spelling-book to a Newspeak dictionary. Winston worked in the RECORDS DEPARTMENT (a single branch of the Ministry of Truth) editing and writing for The Times. He dictated into a machine called a speakwrite. Winston would receive articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to alter, or, in Newspeak, rectify. If, for example, the Ministry of Plenty forecast a surplus, and in reality the result was grossly less, Winston's job was to change previous versions so the old version would agree with the new one. This process of continuous alteration was applied not only to newspapers, but to books, periodicals, pamphlets, posters, leaflets, films, sound-tracks, cartoons, photographs - to every kind of literature or documentation which might conceivably hold any political or ideological significance. When his day's work started, Winston pulled the speakwrite towards him, blew the dust from its mouthpiece, and put on his spectacles. He dialed 'back numbers' on the telescreen and called for the appropriate issues of The Times, which slid out of the pneumatic tube after only a few minutes' delay. The messages he had received referred to articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to rectify. In the walls of the cubicle there were three orifices. To the right of the speakwrite, a small pneumatic tube for written messages; to the left, a larger one for newspapers; and on the side wall, within easy reach of Winston's arm, a large oblong slit protected by a wire grating. This last was for the disposal of waste paper. Similar slits existed in thousands or tens of thousands throughout the building, not only in every room but at short intervals in every corridor. For some reason they were nicknamed memory holes. When one knew that any document was due for destruction, or even when one saw a scrap of waste paper lying about, it was an automatic action to lift the flap of the nearest memory hole and drop it in, whereupon it would be whirled away on a current of warm air to the enormous furnaces which were hidden somewhere in the recesses of the building. As soon as Winston had dealt with each of the messages, he clipped his speakwritten corrections to the appropriate copy of The Times and pushed them into the pneumatic tube. Then, with a movement which was as nearly as possible unconscious, he crumpled up the original message and any notes that he himself had made, and dropped them into the memory hole to be devoured by the flames. What happened in the unseen labyrinth to which the tubes led, he did not know in detail, but he did know in general terms. As soon as all the corrections which happened to be necessary in any particular number of The Times had been assembled and collated, that number would be reprinted, the original copy destroyed, and the corrected copy placed on the files in its stead. In the cubicle next to him the little woman with sandy hair toiled day in day out, simply at tracking down and deleting from the Press the names of people who had been vaporized and were therefore considered never to have existed. And this hall, with its fifty workers or thereabouts, was only one-sub-section, a single cell, as it were, in the huge complexity of the Records Department. Beyond, above, below, were other swarms of workers engaged in an unimaginable multitude of jobs. There were huge printing-shops and their sub editors, their typography experts, and their elaborately equipped studios for the faking of photographs. There was the tele-programmes section with its engineers, its producers and its teams of actors specially chosen for their skill in imitating voices; clerks whose job was simply to draw up lists of books and periodicals which were due for recall; vast repositories where the corrected documents were stored; and the hidden furnaces where the original copies were destroyed. And somewhere or other, quite anonymous, there were the directing brains who co-ordinated the whole effort and laid down the lines of policy which made it necessary that this fragment of the past should be preserved, that one falsified, and the other rubbed out of existence. |
"...wonder if she succumbed to BJ Clinton when she stay in the Lincoln bedroom?"
His looks, mannerisms, act, and voice just screamed out "sexual deviant" from the first time I saw him.
In addition, he seemed the essence of oikophobia.
Really make a person wonder what Streisand’s childhood was like.
Where did she get these disclaimers about pedophiles ??
I am no Streisand fan and no pedophilia fan, but she had a point about the parents.
Here’s a witch’s coven for you:
Barbara Streisand, Jane Fonda, Nancy Pelosi.
Every once in a while in their unguarded moments our “betters” tell us what they really believe.
And it’s horrifying.
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Since MJ satisfied his ‘sexual needs’ (as Babs put it) with little boys, it’s just fine with the msm and the left in general.
If he molsested girls, then all hell would break loose.
The hypocrisy of the left is beyond belief.
Every now and then a celebrity will slip up and reveal a little bit of the real mindset of the entertainment industry. They are, generally, a degenerate lot who feel they are superior to the lowly masses, yet need to don a false mask of moral superiority.
She’s always been nuts.
Poor old thing couldn’t think of any other way to get some publicity. She’s fast becoming forgettable and unknown.
Before the modern era, the public viewed actors & actresses as being on a lower social scale then thieves & prostitutes. (Most actresses moonlighted as prostitutes!) Nothing as changed except the public’s attitude toward them!
