Posted on 08/19/2024 10:46:02 PM PDT by Eleutheria5
Did Brandon make an L on his forehead when he called Trump a "loser". He's pathetic, and he's already lost.
If this is Biden's swan song, swans can't sing worth sh!t.
Biden wants a ceasefire and Israel pressured to end the war before it’s won. This would enable Hamas to survive another day, and as they vowed, to carry out October 7th again and again and again. Biden didn’t listen to Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s speech before a joint session of Congress on July 25, 2024.
DAY 1 = TOTAL DESPIRATION and FEAR. You can see it in their eyes and hear it in their words.
“Despiration” being much more series than “desparation” because it’s combined with “dispirited”. It’s going on without hope or purpose, without soul, sort of like zombies in a B movie, only that’s just extras in makeup. This is for real. Night of the Living Despirate.
Tonight, Night of the Living Despirate II. They’re baaack!
How about a ceasefire in Ukraine...
“Biden stressed that his administration will continue to work to bring about the release of those held hostages by Gaza terror groups, as well as end the war”
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‘Ending this war’ would constitute their “October Surprise”?
I could only take a few minutes of his angry ranting lies.... I missed the topic of this thread....
But I did get kind of a kick out of his claim to have installed 500,000 EV charging stations across the nation. He was a bit confused over those numbers.... If I recall correctly he spent 7.5 BILLION dollars installed, I believe, EIGHT charging stations. And I think two or three of them actually function.
The Dems are hoping to force a ceasefire in Gaza so they can claim they established “peace” in Israel. Then they will claim (with the backing of 51 economists) that inflation is defeated and not only have we avoided a recession, but America is on the road to prosperity. If the stock markets don’t fall significantly, plenty of low information voters will buy into it.
But the peace won’t last, nor will economic prosperity. All that matters to the left is to maintain the illusion for another 76 days. The media will be there to help. I expect the “post convention bounce” will have the MSM claiming a 5%+ lead for Harris.
Diplomacy for the sake of politically timed photo ops. That sure worked in Afghanistan—NOT!
Piece and Prosperity are just around the corner. LOL.
You mean in Russia? No, that’s an endless war. If you want a cease fire there, you’re Neville Chamberlin.
Nahh too lucrative for the MIC
Unplug your lamp. Plug in your car.
I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did.
I grieved for his fate, and early and late I watched over him like a kid.
I gave him excuse, I bore his abuse in every way that I could;
I swore to prevail; I camped on his trail; I plotted and planned for his good.
By day and by night I strove in men’s sight to gather him into the fold,
With precept and prayer, with hope and despair, in hunger and hardship and cold.
I followed him into Gehennas of sin, I sat where the sirens sit;
In the shade of the Pole, for the sake of his soul, I strove with the powers of the Pit.
I shadowed him down to the scrofulous town; I dragged him from dissolute brawls;
But I killed the galoot when he started to shoot electricity into my walls.
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God knows what I did he should seek to be rid of one who would save him from shame.
God knows what I bore that night when he swore and bade me make tracks from his claim.
I started to tell of the horrors of hell, when sudden his eyes lit like coals;
And “Chuck it,” says he, “don’t persecute me with your cant and your saving of souls.”
I’ll swear I was mild as I’d be with a child, but he called me the son of a slut;
And, grabbing his gun with a leap and a run, he threatened my face with the butt.
So what could I do (I leave it to you)? With curses he harried me forth;
Then he was alone, and I was alone, and over us menaced the North.
Our cabins were near; I could see, I could hear; but between us there rippled the creek;
And all summer through, with a rancor that grew, he would pass me and never would speak.
Then a shuddery breath like the coming of Death crept down from the peaks far away;
The water was still; the twilight was chill; the sky was a tatter of gray.
Swift came the Big Cold, and opal and gold the lights of the witches arose;
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The frost-tyrant clinched, and the valley was cinched by the stark and cadaverous snows.
The trees were like lace where the star-beams could chase, each leaf was a jewel agleam.
The soft white hush lapped the Northland and wrapped us round in a crystalline dream;
So still I could hear quite loud in my ear the swish of the pinions of time;
So bright I could see, as plain as could be, the wings of God’s angels ashine.
As I read in the Book I would oftentimes look to that cabin just over the creek.
Ah me, it was sad and evil and bad, two neighbors who never would speak!
I knew that full well like a devil in hell he was hatching out, early and late,
A system to bear through the frost-spangled air the warm, crimson waves of his hate.
I only could peer and shudder and fear —’twas ever so ghastly and still;
But I knew over there in his lonely despair he was plotting me terrible ill.
I knew that he nursed a malice accurst, like the blast of a winnowing flame;
I pleaded aloud for a shield, for a shroud — Oh, God! then calamity came.
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Mad! If I’m mad then you too are mad; but it’s all in the point of view.
If you’d looked at them things gallivantin’ on wings, all purple and green and blue;
If you’d noticed them twist, as they mounted and hissed like scorpions dim in the dark;
If you’d seen them rebound with a horrible sound, and spitefully spitting a spark;
If you’d watched It with dread, as it hissed by your bed, that thing with the feelers that crawls —
You’d have settled the brute that attempted to shoot electricity into your walls.
Oh, some they were blue, and they slithered right through; they were silent and squashy and round;
And some they were green; they were wriggly and lean; they writhed with so hateful a sound.
My blood seemed to freeze; I fell on my knees; my face was a white splash of dread.
Oh, the Green and the Blue, they were gruesome to view; but the worst of them all were the Red.
They came through the door, they came through the floor, they came through the moss-creviced logs.
They were savage and dire; they were whiskered with fire; they bickered like malamute dogs.
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They ravined in rings like iniquitous things; they gulped down the Green and the Blue.
I crinkled with fear whene’er they drew near, and nearer and nearer they drew.
And then came the crown of Horror’s grim crown, the monster so loathsomely red.
Each eye was a pin that shot out and in, as, squidlike, it oozed to my bed;
So softly it crept with feelers that swept and quivered like fine copper wire;
Its belly was white with a sulphurous light, it jaws were a-drooling with fire.
It came and it came; I could breathe of its flame, but never a wink could I look.
I thrust in its maw the Fount of the Law; I fended it off with the Book.
I was weak — oh, so weak — but I thrilled at its shriek, as wildly it fled in the night;
And deathlike I lay till the dawn of the day. (Was ever so welcome the light?)
I loaded my gun at the rise of the sun; to his cabin so softly I slunk.
My neighbor was there in the frost-freighted air, all wrapped in a robe in his bunk.
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It muffled his moans; it outlined his bones, as feebly he twisted about;
His gums were so black, and his lips seemed to crack, and his teeth all were loosening out.
‘Twas a death’s head that peered through the tangle of beard; ‘twas a face I will never forget;
Sunk eyes full of woe, and they troubled me so with their pleadings and anguish, and yet
As I rested my gaze in a misty amaze on the scurvy-degenerate wreck,
I thought of the Things with the dragon-fly wings, then laid I my gun on his neck.
He gave out a cry that was faint as a sigh, like a perishing malamute,
And he says unto me, “I’m converted,” says he; “for Christ’s sake, Peter, don’t shoot!”
* * * * *
They’re taking me out with an escort about, and under a sergeant’s care;
I am humbled indeed, for I’m’cuffed to a Swede that thinks he’s a millionaire.
But it’s all Gospel true what I’m telling to you — up there where the Shadow falls —
That I settled Sam Noot when he started to shoot electricity into my walls.
I had to look that one up.... I did think it sounded kind of like Robert Service, but had never read it, as far as I can remember.
I did manage to memorize Dangerous Dan McGrew in my wayward youth.
Hamas says no deal, we gonna keep raping the girls we took
It’s one of his funnier ballads, Ballad of Pious Pete, posted here because it’s about insanity and electricity. More than a hundred years later, electricity still inspires madness.
And the boys, if they have pretty eyes.
You are an extremist tool and no conservative, vamos with your Israeli talking points
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Gaza could be like Singapore or Monaco if they would have focused on Arab tourism, banking, tech, and education. Instead they spend every last dollar on tunnels and rockets.
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