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That's lame calling mass murderers insane. Being pissed off is a lot different from having no grip on reality. I wouldn't want the state executing someone who didn't know what he was doing, but someone like this should get the needle.
That's lame calling mass murderers insane. Being pissed off is a lot different from having no grip on reality. I wouldn't want the state executing someone who didn't know what he was doing, but someone like this should get the needle.
if mass murder is how you deal with being pissed off, then you don't have a grip on reality tbh
That's garbage, if he doesn't have a grip on reality then he isn't responsible for what he does.
So what, let him go? He's a danger to society. Lock his ass up or put him down
Rob straight cold blooded.
the white man is going through such tough times
gots.
Well we all came out of Africa. Can you blame us?
We are constant vilified and attacked in our own Damn country. s going to get a lot worse id imagine.
gots.
Next time you see your mama tell her two things for me.
1.) Is Kool my daddy mama?
2.) Mama Kool said.mama kool said...mama kool said you're a stanky fat mama
id only have to look down at my skin or check my bank account to know you're not my father, speaking of parents though yours for unleashing this plague on the world
Your fat ass mama pussy is so nasty they wont even eat it on Fear Factor
kool yo mama is so fat and black her ass looks like two tires. shes so damn fat when she eats chocolate cake she has to put white gloves on so she doesn't eat her damn fingers. every time this gets in a car the check oil light comes on. that black is so black she went to night school and got marked absent. then when she gets up in the morning and goes outside the street lights turn on. yo mamas so black that lightening bugs follow her in the daytime. is so black, she could show up naked to a funeral. when she puts on yellow lipstick, she looks like a cheese burger. so black she can leave fingerprints on charcoal. so big and black she looks like a picture of outer-space with no stars.
yo mamas so black, she got her tattoo done in chalk.
yo mama so black she don't know who her daddy is and neither do you
Not all white men feel vilified and attacked. You do know that, right?
yeah the rest are either a small and loud minority of liberal cucks or don't say anything for fear of being called racist
That is just delusional contradictory propaganda. You and your ilk are the minority and getting smaller everyday. The fear is on your side.
I don't agree with you and you have hilariously failed to identify me in any way, shape or form. I'm not afraid.
So you were a white liberal cuck all this time damn
I said you have failed to identify me. Try to keep up.
You tried to make an argument in the political forum on this topic and quickly got your pushed in. Would you like to try again?
gots.
Or are you just trying to be funny?
M>s is so sad it's pathetic. First he can't get girls. (eharmony failed) Then he has to deal with missing head cheese. Then complains about being a victim, which he wouldn't do. outside the computer about it.
Dude I'm doing a lot about it. The current world order is crumbling thanks to our work and the future will be totally different from what you knew, normie.
Meh. This is what I call continuity. This is doomed to repeat itself just like characters like m>s are doomed to be replaced.
What intrigues me is a poem I heard from William Shakespeare during my game play of Civilization. It brought on a different level of indifference towards "characters" that are encountered on a daily basis. Don't you always encounter someone....with almost the same relative traits of personality and appearance as someone you know? I guess I've met to many people but that's how Orlando is. Tourists come in and out of this city.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
What are you doing besides ing on a message board?
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