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Started by The General, February 11, 2011, 01:33:34 AM

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Quote from: aldousburbank on September 04, 2022, 02:46:45 PMRight. I don't think you're trying to buttress my point but thanks. Trump is the worst worst president because papers followed him home. The classified narrative is probably extended by definition but ok, let's say that's true. Let's even say no president previously has ever done such an evil thing. Wow fucking horrible. He should be hung.

You wisely specify ex potus so as not to include the killery servers with so many yoga recipes. But how does the previous administration to Trump abusing warrant privileges against a candidate, and then a president not ring the corruption warning bell for you? And how does <*->hellfiring 7 kids unloading water with dad<-*> in any way not concern you as much as misfiling office papers, allegedly. I don't get it. You want one hanging. I want dozens.
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Damn, @Yorkshire pud you stored up a lot of venom while Bellgab was away.  Good thing it's back.

Yorkshire pud

Quote from: aldousburbank on September 04, 2022, 02:46:45 PMRight. I don't think you're trying to buttress my point but thanks. Trump is the worst worst president because papers followed him home. The classified narrative is probably extended by definition but ok, let's say that's true. Let's even say no president previously has ever done such an evil thing. Wow fucking horrible. He should be hung.

You wisely specify ex potus so as not to include the killery servers with so many yoga recipes. But how does the previous administration to Trump abusing warrant privileges against a candidate, and then a president not ring the corruption warning bell for you? And how does hellfiring 7 kids unloading water with dad in any way not concern you as much as misfiling office papers, allegedly. I don't get it. You want one hanging. I want dozens.

Drump isn't the worst POTUS just because he stole documents. No, his entire existence from whenever his mother got moist and thought of Scotland has been one of abject ownism. The concept of anyone other than him getting what he can get for him is anathema (you ought to read/listen to his niece's book).

How anyone really believed after paid stooges cheered him down the escalator that he was going to do anything for anyone but himself and his very close family (possible exception being the thick one Eric) is astonishing. Or,they don't care:in which case they either hoped they'd get a few crumbs or they're so wealthy that they grew large out of the 85% lions share of the famous 'tax cut'. Anyone who voted for him get invited to Mar a Lago? Seeing as he's "one of them"..Anyone?

 He claimed the military was 'his', all ranks, all services. Yet when the SEALS lost a man in Yemen he immediatly took zero responsibility (Like a C in C does) and blamed the CO of the unit. Naturally it didn't stop him having the sailor's widow attend the S o t U so he could milk her grief.

Then of course "Good people on both sides" at Charlotesville. One of those sides were chanting anti semitic oaths.

We can throw in his acceptance of whatever Putin told him and his dismissal of all if the security services. Why might that be? He certainly had no interest in his PDB's and would at best only look at pictures, at least one of which he put on his twitter account. Thats a highly classified satelite photo btw..no real surprises there.

Oh and telling the then Russian Foreign sec and ambassador about an embedded spy (Isreali) who was infiltrating a Syrian faction of terrorists

There's too many more but mention must be made of the coup attempt on Jan 6th last year. Diddums didn't win, so he threw out his rattle and encouraged his mob of brainless (but organised by...?) sops to ransack the Capitol and attack those inside..politicians, staffers, reporters, janitors, police, made no difference. Oh, and hang Pence. What for? To put him out of his self inflicted misery?

The sad part is some really thought their god would either go with them (you know..leadership!) or at least help them when it got tough and they got arrested, charged and imprisoned...for what? For him??

He couldn't give two shits about them, he has destroyed families, and couldn't care less as he tees off again for a game he'll no doubt cheat at.

 He is a revolting example of humanity. Spare me the fucking bullshit about the previous admin: maybe they knew what he'd be, certainly those who knew him well in NY said he'd be terrible, even his own sister.

Dr. MD MD

That's funny because I feel the same way about you.  :D

aldousburbank

Quote from: Yorkshire pud on September 04, 2022, 06:23:23 PMDrump isn't the worst POTUS just because he stole documents. No, his entire existence from whenever his mother got moist and thought of Scotland has been one of abject ownism. The concept of anyone other than him getting what he can get for him is anathema (you ought to read/listen to his niece's book).

How anyone really believed after paid stooges cheered him down the escalator that he was going to do anything for anyone but himself and his very close family (possible exception being the thick one Eric) is astonishing. Or,they don't care:in which case they either hoped they'd get a few crumbs or they're so wealthy that they grew large out of the 85% lions share of the famous 'tax cut'. Anyone who voted for him get invited to Mar a Lago? Seeing as he's "one of them"..Anyone?

 He claimed the military was 'his', all ranks, all services. Yet when the SEALS lost a man in Yemen he immediatly took zero responsibility (Like a C in C does) and blamed the CO of the unit. Naturally it didn't stop him having the sailor's widow attend the S o t U so he could milk her grief.

Then of course "Good people on both sides" at Charlotesville. One of those sides were chanting anti semitic oaths.

We can throw in his acceptance of whatever Putin told him and his dismissal of all if the security services. Why might that be? He certainly had no interest in his PDB's and would at best only look at pictures, at least one of which he put on his twitter account. Thats a highly classified satelite photo btw..no real surprises there.

Oh and telling the then Russian Foreign sec and ambassador about an embedded spy (Isreali) who was infiltrating a Syrian faction of terrorists

There's too many more but mention must be made of the coup attempt on Jan 6th last year. Diddums didn't win, so he threw out his rattle and encouraged his mob of brainless (but organised by...?) sops to ransack the Capitol and attack those inside..politicians, staffers, reporters, janitors, police, made no difference. Oh, and hang Pence. What for? To put him out of his self inflicted misery?

The sad part is some really thought their god would either go with them (you know..leadership!) or at least help them when it got tough and they got arrested, charged and imprisoned...for what? For him??

He couldn't give two shits about them, he has destroyed families, and couldn't care less as he tees off again for a game he'll no doubt cheat at.

 He is a revolting example of humanity. Spare me the fucking bullshit about the previous admin: maybe they knew what he'd be, certainly those who knew him well in NY said he'd be terrible, even his own sister.

You act like I'm saying Trump is an awesome person. I poked into this thread to note how some people's hate of him is unbalanced. It might be fun to pick at the horrible insurrection and see who was really responsible. The Charlottesville thing is so tired. Editing a speech in which he condemns the tiki torch meatballs to make it seems like he supports them. Weak. All that stuff is old pickings anyway because guess what? My original reason for posting in this thread today was, "Come up with something better." You might misidentify me as a Trump fan. I think the guy is just what he seems. He's as far from me as Lhasa is to Detroit. That's not the point. The point is that hating on him is so boring and contrived and indicates deeper personal issues.

What I mostly think is ridiculous is making him the bad guy when clearly he fails horrendously at surpassing the corruption of his predecessors and opposition. Failure!

Yorkshire pud

Quote from: aldousburbank on September 04, 2022, 08:23:55 PMYou act like I'm saying Trump is an awesome person. I poked into this thread to note how some people's hate of him is unbalanced. It might be fun to pick at the horrible insurrection and see who was really responsible. The Charlottesville thing is so tired. Editing a speech in which he condemns the tiki torch meatballs to make it seems like he supports them. Weak. All that stuff is old pickings anyway because guess what? My original reason for posting in this thread today was, "Come up with something better." You might misidentify me as a Trump fan. I think the guy is just what he seems. He's as far from me as Lhasa is to Detroit. That's not the point. The point is that hating on him is so boring and contrived and indicates deeper personal issues.

What I mostly think is ridiculous is making him the bad guy when clearly he fails horrendously at surpassing the corruption of his predecessors and opposition. Failure!

He's not worth hating. Really, I have never hated anyone in my life even when I had very good reason to do so. It's not worth the emotional energy. But it's interesting you claim Charlottesville is 'so tired' which was a few years ago. But cite corruption of his predecessors, who preceded Charlottesville. Nixon was corrupt (revered by a trump disciple, Stone); rescued by his successor and a hardly known Ford. Political expediency prevails.

Clinton impeached for lying that he had an affair (Lying...He isn't in the same league as drump for lying)...impeached by that holier than thou, righteous, god fearin, upstanding GOP (At least one of whom made his mistress have an abortion...NOW that's a dichotomy)...

Some of it's incumbents exist today who found no reason to impeach someone who firstly tried to blackmail (illegally) the President of a foreign country; and the second time for instigating a coup on the US government. Please tell the gallery at what point you think his actions would qualify him to be removed from office? Burn down the WH and make one of his over leveraged golf clubs the new one? Have the first born of say NY state or MI killed? Make it mandatory for anyone who ever said something about him he didn't like, executed? He admires Putin and Kim who both dispatch the none believers, so that isn't a stretch.. C'mon, what's the red line?

Yorkshire pud

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on September 04, 2022, 06:30:53 PMThat's funny because I feel the same way about you.  :D

I've been called worse by better than you, Barbie. But don't feel too bad.

Dr. MD MD

Quote from: Yorkshire pud on September 04, 2022, 09:22:59 PMI've been called worse by better than you, Barbie. But don't feel too bad.

I'm sure and I don't.

Dr. MD MD

Quote from: Yorkshire pud on September 04, 2022, 09:21:45 PMHe's not worth hating. Really, I have never hated anyone in my life even when I had very good reason to do so. It's not worth the emotional energy. But it's interesting you claim Charlottesville is 'so tired' which was a few years ago. But cite corruption of his predecessors, who preceded Charlottesville. Nixon was corrupt (revered by a trump disciple, Stone); rescued by his successor and a hardly known Ford. Political expediency prevails.

Clinton impeached for lying that he had an affair (Lying...He isn't in the same league as drump for lying)...impeached by that holier than thou, righteous, god fearin, upstanding GOP (At least one of whom made his mistress have an abortion...NOW that's a dichotomy)...

Some of it's incumbents exist today who found no reason to impeach someone who firstly tried to blackmail (illegally) the President of a foreign country; and the second time for instigating a coup on the US government. Please tell the gallery at what point you think his actions would qualify him to be removed from office? Burn down the WH and make one of his over leveraged golf clubs the new one? Have the first born of say NY state or MI killed? Make it mandatory for anyone who ever said something about him he didn't like, executed? He admires Putin and Kim who both dispatch the none believers, so that isn't a stretch.. C'mon, what's the red line?

I think what really bugs you is that Trump is a far better and more accomplished man than you'll ever be.

albrecht

Quote from: Yorkshire pud on September 04, 2022, 09:21:45 PMHe's not worth hating. Really, I have never hated anyone in my life even when I had very good reason to do so. It's not worth the emotional energy. But it's interesting you claim Charlottesville is 'so tired' which was a few years ago. But cite corruption of his predecessors, who preceded Charlottesville. Nixon was corrupt (revered by a trump disciple, Stone); rescued by his successor and a hardly known Ford. Political expediency prevails.

Clinton impeached for lying that he had an affair (Lying...He isn't in the same league as drump for lying)...impeached by that holier than thou, righteous, god fearin, upstanding GOP (At least one of whom made his mistress have an abortion...NOW that's a dichotomy)...

Some of it's incumbents exist today who found no reason to impeach someone who firstly tried to blackmail (illegally) the President of a foreign country; and the second time for instigating a coup on the US government. Please tell the gallery at what point you think his actions would qualify him to be removed from office? Burn down the WH and make one of his over leveraged golf clubs the new one? Have the first born of say NY state or MI killed? Make it mandatory for anyone who ever said something about him he didn't like, executed? He admires Putin and Kim who both dispatch the none believers, so that isn't a stretch.. C'mon, what's the red line?
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Quote from: Yorkshire pud on September 04, 2022, 09:21:45 PMHe's not worth hating. Really, I have never hated anyone in my life even when I had very good reason to do so. It's not worth the emotional energy. But it's interesting you claim Charlottesville is 'so tired' which was a few years ago. But cite corruption of his predecessors, who preceded Charlottesville. Nixon was corrupt (revered by a trump disciple, Stone); rescued by his successor and a hardly known Ford. Political expediency prevails.

Clinton impeached for lying that he had an affair (Lying...He isn't in the same league as drump for lying)...impeached by that holier than thou, righteous, god fearin, upstanding GOP (At least one of whom made his mistress have an abortion...NOW that's a dichotomy)...

Some of it's incumbents exist today who found no reason to impeach someone who firstly tried to blackmail (illegally) the President of a foreign country; and the second time for instigating a coup on the US government. Please tell the gallery at what point you think his actions would qualify him to be removed from office? Burn down the WH and make one of his over leveraged golf clubs the new one? Have the first born of say NY state or MI killed? Make it mandatory for anyone who ever said something about him he didn't like, executed? He admires Putin and Kim who both dispatch the none believers, so that isn't a stretch.. C'mon, what's the red line?

Ha. Nobody ever heard of Ford? And now support Redlining? Only for minority communities in the mortage and insurance markets or those ones in Syria also? Thatcher vs Trump? In the dream match at the Collesium.

albrecht

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on September 04, 2022, 09:31:23 PMI'm sure and I don't.
I have always had stated problems with Trump due some connections and lack of border concerns but I do like how he lives in Lefties brains worse than Kylie summer pop hit. Nah nah nah nah

Jackstar

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on September 04, 2022, 09:34:40 PMI think what really bugs you is that Trump is a far better and more accomplished man than you'll ever be.

Well you're not talking to me but I'll tell you what, that doesn't bug me at all, but if anything were to bug me about Mr Trump it would be that he didn't try hard enough to blow up your house.

I mean nukes are nukes, right? You want to burn down those books, go for the gusto!

p.s.: Tell Sean that he's a rapist p****. Thanks in advance.

Jackstar

Quote from: Yorkshire pud on September 04, 2022, 09:22:59 PMI've been called worse by better than you, Barbie. But don't feel too bad.

Oh, there's no better than Barbie around. Count on it.

(Also your shirt it's nice to have you back but you acting like a little b**** and pretending that I'm not here is really low brow, like who the f*** are you, Dude. You would be nothing without me. I bet Barbie with slit you from anus to eyebrow if I asked her nice enough.)

I don't mean the doll, I mean the (blank-ET). I bet you don't even know her! Well maybe you do You sure think you're big s*** of turd Hill, don't you? And it's so impressive the way you carry on in a fake forum fight by fighting fair, :massiverolleyes:

tl;br: You could be nicer. You really could. So I guess you got some bias, huh? Well I'm pretty sure I got 90% of your ID down watch it go for 10% more and we'll see you at Bill Marsh, anytime, anywhere, they can get you they just need an ID.

"Loudmouth a****** from Britain" doesn't really narrow it down yet. God, what an uncharitable androgyn.

Jackstar

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on September 04, 2022, 09:31:23 PMI'm sure and I don't.

It's early yet. U2 are really not all that, and you are NOT untouchable. Now, I don't have eyes on you, mostly because I don't want to throw up every meal ever eat, but I bet somebody does.

And I bet somebody up there likes you just as much as they like me but f****** and I wouldn't f****** know who the hell they were, and I would imagine they have exquisitely poor taste in other areas too.

By the way: which one is Keith? No, don't tell me but I got a cigar lit with a oxyacetylene blue/blow torch you can put out on his ass if you want, I know somebody does.

tl:br; You know, you're really not that impressive to any one who really knows what's really going on. Think about the future: That won't always be a single digit number, and one of the three-three of you is due to go viral any third minute now. Fair warning.

Jackstar

Quote from: Yorkshire pud on September 04, 2022, 09:21:45 PMHe's not worth hating. Really, I have never hated anyone in my life [...] C'mon, what's the red line?

Looks like I found the tulpa that gets blackout drunk.

My work here is done for tonight. Semper fi. (Anybody know how to save "shape up b****" in Latin? Oh, no reason just asking, just curious.

Tedious. Curious, but tedious.)

Jackstar

Quote from: aldousburbank on September 04, 2022, 08:23:55 PMWhat I mostly think is ridiculous is making him the bad guy when clearly he fails horrendously at surpassing the corruption of his predecessors and opposition. Failure!

Change "Trump" to "Jacuzzi" and point  Yorkshire pimp and then you got the f****** same idea I'm getting f****** tired of getting blamed for f****** everything and that g*y's got carrying a hard personal axe to grind and you should shove it up his ass and twist.

Bad back. Bad day. Big bad battleaxe. To grind, oh no not Yorkshire pudd no I don't refer to her. Not as anything besides b****. /seethe

Dr. MD MD

Quote from: Jackstar on September 04, 2022, 11:12:09 PMWell you're not talking to me but I'll tell you what, that doesn't bug me at all, but if anything were to bug me about Mr Trump it would be that he didn't try hard enough to blow up your house.

I mean nukes are nukes, right? You want to burn down those books, go for the gusto!

p.s.: Tell Sean that he's a rapist p****. Thanks in advance.

He definitely should've tried to take out a useless spammer like you.

Jackstar

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on September 05, 2022, 04:05:52 AMa useless spammer like you.

Get a real job, loser. All you do is sit around taking bribes. When was the last time you told a joke that didn't end with someone's mother getting raped?

You might consider how much use I could have been if you hadn't injected all my girlfriends with heroin. Now, Narcotics Anonymous are involved. That's a fine way to stimulate the economy. I bet you're proud of what you're totally getting away with.

It never ends with you. After years of sitting around watching your friend lie to me about what she was doing, now you're suddenly demanding I produce results. However, you are neglecting to remember that I completed The Great Work.

That was pretty goddam useful. The fact that it may not have been useful to you is only relevant insofar as you didn't manage to get points on the back end... I guess because you didn't make



Root, hog, or die. While you wallowed around in your fetid slops, oinking at the farmer in a regaling fashion to proclaim how delicious the offspring of all the other livestock were... I did all three as best I could. Just look at me! I'm one decision away from killing myself, and all you would have to do is send over one of your white-coated cannabilistic humanoid underground dwellers with a pair of shrunken heads and a stethoscope made out of two tin cans and a hank of twine to declare, "yep, he did it to himself, case closed," tie a tag to my toe, dump four jerry cans of kerosene and one of thermite in my bedroom, then light a match and walk away. And you couldn't even get that right. I gave you nearly a year to let those two adorable lovebirds build their very own matched pair of ranch-style homes with on-lot mother-in-law bungalows with lacey curtains in the kitchen windows, flapping gently in the breeze, and YOU couldn't even keep them content with each other, even with all the King's horses and all the King's men to plow their fields and yoke their oxen to do it. You're decidedly despicable.

I could have been a landlord. Instead you wasted the best opportunity you ever had to prove that you ever knew what you were talking about at all, and when I take the witness stand, bite down hard on my cyanide—filled hollow tooth and tell you and everyone else to kiss my ass goodbye, I'll look down from Heaven where I have already ascended to and descended from twice this morning while sitting on the shitter, and see those loathsome, reprobate scum that you've surrounded yourself with for years, clock-turn-and-pivot as one and hut-hut-honey up to your doorstep and say to you, "eh... what's up next, Doc?"

Well? What was your endgame after driving me to, *polite_cough* "suicide?" Are you gonna whip out the manuscript that you stole from my mommy's lawyer's estate's belongings and give everyone left with their head and shoulders above water a job writing oral book reports that incoming migrants can use to prove their worth to you? That's still not going to put shoes on my (Wife|Not_Wife)'s hooves. And if she hadn't lied about being married to you in the first place, I would have gotten a job as a cashier in a Costco someplace civilized enough to let a man who has been blacklisted from every respectable echelon of and access to decent society live quietly in peace, getting stoned.

That actually was the plan, not so many years ago. Now, because of your inerrant, relentless greed and the breathtaking incompetency of your churlish minions, you have everything you ever wanted—the mighty Kuczi has struck out. His family—fucked over and dead. His future—fucked and dead over. His fucklife consists of little more than moaning and groaning all alone in an otherwise empty 3-bd farmhouse on a plot of land that is, in fact, being developed—it's just not being developed for him.

But not for you, either. You've been beaten, bested, and bettered at your own kick-the-can-down-the-road Great Game, and we all know it. Dogs and cats frolicking together in the streets know it. Traffic on the streets, already slowed to a crawl from the pandemic that you created in your Gates-funded bioweapons lab that your foul, hazmat-suited, demonic hell-spawn taught you to open the combination locks thereof with the arcane technology known as "memorizing the list of recipes to blame people for eating too much of," because you can't really have it both ways can you?

Either I started the fire and stopped you from letting it roast you alive, or, it was always burning and I stood dead strike atop the only water spigot available for miles around in any direction, whirling a pair of nunchuks in one hand and single-handedly wielding knives akimbo, and with my last dying breath I prevented you from becoming the hero you were always meant to be... Doctor Zero.

Frankly, if you were even only slightly less shorter and a lot more dedicated to your craft, you could have just given me a job as a wet nurse with two Canadian bags of milk and a roll of duct tape. And, I WOULD HAVE BEEN HAPPY WITH THAT. But, no. No, you chose another way you thought were best for you, you and your filthy, steaming ilk.

You chose to take everything I ever had and everything I was ever gonna get, and send me back to God. I chose to simply... do as My Maker told me to do, though and through the pernicious Hell that you sought to bar my way. And, look where we've ended up.

At this point, what difference did any of it make? Well, since I've been such a spammer, you no doubt have links at hand to take you to my past collection of published work (most of it currently offline due to my MIB Content DElivery Network being left unplugged because I didn't feel like letting some vapid pimp take any credit for plugging yet another even more vapid whore to take what could only laughingly be called "legal action" in order to complete what amounts to the incineration of The Third Wing of The New Library Of Alexandria w/Attached Vegan Juice'n'Jewish Diplomacy Bar—but it can be all turned back on as easily as it was turned off, which is a lot more than I can say about any or either of any of your besotted spouses, but only because I don't know the formula for fuck-me pills 'n' powders that each and every one of you probably has tattooed on the inside of your left elbow, just in case of EMERGENCY; and meanwhile I'll never be turned on enough to sire any bastards ever again, which seems to have been your entire purpose in the first place so...) shouldn't you be totally toteshappy?

Look at my works, ye mighty and despair: FOR I AM "but he's a dick," & I MADE "Ozzie & Harriet" a nicely raised dias for you to burn all your unwanted witches upon. (I even did bring marshmallows, but they hit the ground melting in with the lasagna.) I even created my own irregular Lodge, ye daft punkin' dunkin' cunt'n'donut eatin' Ponce, suitable for framing or wrapping fish: whichever one you want to suck off your Supreme Grand Master off to the sounds to. Don't hate me because I've won, hate me because I've won while following your rules, and if I did that while showing you the hypocrisy of your actions, at least I didn't forcibly & coercively trick'n'swindle you to lie down and lick a sponsor's spindle in the bed that I was generous enough to allow you to wallow about in with your assorted, mewling coterie of whorish flunkies, slimy sycophantic spouses, and the Archcriminal Mrs. Paul.

And you couldn't even make her archcome. Pfftt. Just what is it that you would say that you actually do around here? Well, there's still time left remaining before I give up the ghost: how about you get off your fat lazy ass and do a little bit more of it. Hey, here's an idea: pick up a side gig. Get a little moonlighting hustle. Go out to the coast and have a few laughs while trying your hand at busking. How about a series of public service announcements promoting pill to relieve premature baldness? Something worthwhile. Anything of substance. So that we can put a knife in a fork into and call a steak without having to actually find a cow that isn't already a vampire yet.

For God's sake, get out there on stage and do something else besides just going "moo" and spitting up yet another gurgle of Ebola-ridden blood onto yet another snooty 'n' snotty Homecoming princess with, again—you guessed it—a brand-new Caduceus tail squirming its way out of her anus and singing, "it's time to show the world our famed Ourborous trick, but first, let me introduce... The Aristocrats!"

They're going to be in the shower doing blow off of dirty mirrors with filthy silly straws for the next 1,950 minutes, so I hope you pack the f****** lunch mother f*****, and if not I guess you can start lining up the boys to fill your cup o'noodles with hot, funky fresh semen. I don't know what that'll mean for your dinner plans tonight, but hey, you're smart, you and the FDA can probably figure out something nutritious from the food pyramid that'll ensure you watch that weight and keep that firm body.

Or, you know, maybe just end the misery here, at the source of the stream, and hypnotize me with your MK ultra controller codes and force me to jump into the boiling pot of stew myself and gladly dissolve my own bone broth for you to guzzle tonight while you compliment yourself on your senses of good character, clean living, and fantastic comedic timing—as long as Google Analytics still has a app you can use for that. (I wrote it—here's the patent, you probably don't know how you can file it, but don't worry, all your drawers are flat, but your secretary isn't.)

Jackstar

Quote from: Jackstar on September 05, 2022, 01:56:36 PMGet a real job, loser. All you do is sit around taking bribes. When was the last time you told a joke that didn't end with someone's mother getting raped?

You might consider how much use I could have been if you hadn't injected all my girlfriends with heroin. Now, Narcotics Anonymous are involved. That's a fine way to stimulate the economy. I bet you're proud of what you're totally getting away with.

It never ends with you. After years of sitting around watching your friend lie to me about what she was doing, now you're suddenly demanding I produce results. However, you are neglecting to remember that I completed The Great Work.

That was pretty goddam useful. The fact that it may not have been useful to you is only relevant insofar as you didn't manage to get points on the back end... I guess because you didn't make



Root, hog, or die. While you wallowed around in your fetid slops, oinking at the farmer in a regaling fashion to proclaim how delicious the offspring of all the other livestock were... I did all three as best I could. Just look at me! I'm one decision away from killing myself, and all you would have to do is send over one of your white-coated cannabilistic humanoid underground dwellers with a pair of shrunken heads and a stethoscope made out of two tin cans and a hank of twine to declare, "yep, he did it to himself, case closed," tie a tag to my toe, dump four jerry cans of kerosene and one of thermite in my bedroom, then light a match and walk away. And you couldn't even get that right. I gave you nearly a year to let those two adorable lovebirds build their very own matched pair of ranch-style homes with on-lot mother-in-law bungalows with lacey curtains in the kitchen windows, flapping gently in the breeze, and YOU couldn't even keep them content with each other, even with all the King's horses and all the King's men to plow their fields and yoke their oxen to do it. You're decidedly despicable.

I could have been a landlord. Instead you wasted the best opportunity you ever had to prove that you ever knew what you were talking about at all, and when I take the witness stand, bite down hard on my cyanide—filled hollow tooth and tell you and everyone else to kiss my ass goodbye, I'll look down from Heaven where I have already ascended to and descended from twice this morning while sitting on the shitter, and see those loathsome, reprobate scum that you've surrounded yourself with for years, clock-turn-and-pivot as one and hut-hut-honey up to your doorstep and say to you, "eh... what's up next, Doc?"

Well? What was your endgame after driving me to, *polite_cough* "suicide?" Are you gonna whip out the manuscript that you stole from my mommy's lawyer's estate's belongings and give everyone left with their head and shoulders above water a job writing oral book reports that incoming migrants can use to prove their worth to you? That's still not going to put shoes on my (Wife|Not_Wife)'s hooves. And if she hadn't lied about being married to you in the first place, I would have gotten a job as a cashier in a Costco someplace civilized enough to let a man who has been blacklisted from every respectable echelon of and access to decent society live quietly in peace, getting stoned.

That actually was the plan, not so many years ago. Now, because of your inerrant, relentless greed and the breathtaking incompetency of your churlish minions, you have everything you ever wanted—the mighty Kuczi has struck out. His family—fucked over and dead. His future—fucked and dead over. His fucklife consists of little more than moaning and groaning all alone in an otherwise empty 3-bd farmhouse on a plot of land that is, in fact, being developed—it's just not being developed for him.

But not for you, either. You've been beaten, bested, and bettered at your own kick-the-can-down-the-road Great Game, and we all know it. Dogs and cats frolicking together in the streets know it. Traffic on the streets, already slowed to a crawl from the pandemic that you created in your Gates-funded bioweapons lab that your foul, hazmat-suited, demonic hell-spawn taught you to open the combination locks thereof with the arcane technology known as "memorizing the list of recipes to blame people for eating too much of," because you can't really have it both ways can you?

Either I started the fire and stopped you from letting it roast you alive, or, it was always burning and I stood dead strike atop the only water spigot available for miles around in any direction, whirling a pair of nunchuks in one hand and single-handedly wielding knives akimbo, and with my last dying breath I prevented you from becoming the hero you were always meant to be... Doctor Zero.

Frankly, if you were even only slightly less shorter and a lot more dedicated to your craft, you could have just given me a job as a wet nurse with two Canadian bags of milk and a roll of duct tape. And, I WOULD HAVE BEEN HAPPY WITH THAT. But, no. No, you chose another way you thought were best for you, you and your filthy, steaming ilk.

You chose to take everything I ever had and everything I was ever gonna get, and send me back to God. I chose to simply... do as My Maker told me to do, though and through the pernicious Hell that you sought to bar my way. And, look where we've ended up.

At this point, what difference did any of it make? Well, since I've been such a spammer, you no doubt have links at hand to take you to my past collection of published work (most of it currently offline due to my MIB Content DElivery Network being left unplugged because I didn't feel like letting some vapid pimp take any credit for plugging yet another even more vapid whore to take what could only laughingly be called "legal action" in order to complete what amounts to the incineration of The Third Wing of The New Library Of Alexandria w/Attached Vegan Juice'n'Jewish Diplomacy Bar—but it can be all turned back on as easily as it was turned off, which is a lot more than I can say about any or either of any of your besotted spouses, but only because I don't know the formula for fuck-me pills 'n' powders that each and every one of you probably has tattooed on the inside of your left elbow, just in case of EMERGENCY; and meanwhile I'll never be turned on enough to sire any bastards ever again, which seems to have been your entire purpose in the first place so...) shouldn't you be totally toteshappy?

Look at my works, ye mighty and despair: FOR I AM "but he's a dick," & I MADE "Ozzie & Harriet" a nicely raised dias for you to burn all your unwanted witches upon. (I even did bring marshmallows, but they hit the ground melting in with the lasagna.) I even created my own irregular Lodge, ye daft punkin' dunkin' cunt'n'donut eatin' Ponce, suitable for framing or wrapping fish: whichever one you want to suck off your Supreme Grand Master off to the sounds to. Don't hate me because I've won, hate me because I've won while following your rules, and if I did that while showing you the hypocrisy of your actions, at least I didn't forcibly & coercively trick'n'swindle you to lie down and lick a sponsor's spindle in the bed that I was generous enough to allow you to wallow about in with your assorted, mewling coterie of whorish flunkies, slimy sycophantic spouses, and the Archcriminal Mrs. Paul.

And you couldn't even make her archcome. Pfftt. Just what is it that you would say that you actually do around here? Well, there's still time left remaining before I give up the ghost: how about you get off your fat lazy ass and do a little bit more of it. Hey, here's an idea: pick up a side gig. Get a little moonlighting hustle. Go out to the coast and have a few laughs while trying your hand at busking. How about a series of public service announcements promoting pill to relieve premature baldness? Something worthwhile. Anything of substance. So that we can put a knife in a fork into and call a steak without having to actually find a cow that isn't already a vampire yet.

For God's sake, get out there on stage and do something else besides just going "moo" and spitting up yet another gurgle of Ebola-ridden blood onto yet another snooty 'n' snotty Homecoming princess with, again—you guessed it—a brand-new Caduceus tail squirming its way out of her anus and singing, "it's time to show the world our famed Ourborous trick, but first, let me introduce... The Aristocrats!"

They're going to be in the shower doing blow off of dirty mirrors with filthy silly straws for the next 1,950 minutes, so I hope you pack the f****** lunch mother f*****, and if not I guess you can start lining up the boys to fill your cup o'noodles with hot, funky fresh semen. I don't know what that'll mean for your dinner plans tonight, but hey, you're smart, you and the FDA can probably figure out something nutritious from the food pyramid that'll ensure you watch that weight and keep that firm body.

Or, you know, maybe just end the misery here, at the source of the stream, and hypnotize me with your MK ultra controller codes and force me to jump into the boiling pot of stew myself and gladly dissolve my own bone broth for you to guzzle tonight while you compliment yourself on your senses of good character, clean living, and fantastic comedic timing—as long as Google Analytics still has a app you can use for that. (I wrote it—here's the patent, you probably don't know how you can file it, but don't worry, all your drawers are flat, but your secretary isn't.)
Quote from: Jackstar on September 05, 2022, 01:56:36 PMGet a real job, loser. All you do is sit around taking bribes. When was the last time you told a joke that didn't end with someone's mother getting raped?

You might consider how much use I could have been if you hadn't injected all my girlfriends with heroin. Now, Narcotics Anonymous are involved. That's a fine way to stimulate the economy. I bet you're proud of what you're totally getting away with.

It never ends with you. After years of sitting around watching your friend lie to me about what she was doing, now you're suddenly demanding I produce results. However, you are neglecting to remember that I completed The Great Work.

That was pretty goddam useful. The fact that it may not have been useful to you is only relevant insofar as you didn't manage to get points on the back end... I guess because you didn't make



Root, hog, or die. While you wallowed around in your fetid slops, oinking at the farmer in a regaling fashion to proclaim how delicious the offspring of all the other livestock were... I did all three as best I could. Just look at me! I'm one decision away from killing myself, and all you would have to do is send over one of your white-coated cannabilistic humanoid underground dwellers with a pair of shrunken heads and a stethoscope made out of two tin cans and a hank of twine to declare, "yep, he did it to himself, case closed," tie a tag to my toe, dump four jerry cans of kerosene and one of thermite in my bedroom, then light a match and walk away. And you couldn't even get that right. I gave you nearly a year to let those two adorable lovebirds build their very own matched pair of ranch-style homes with on-lot mother-in-law bungalows with lacey curtains in the kitchen windows, flapping gently in the breeze, and YOU couldn't even keep them content with each other, even with all the King's horses and all the King's men to plow their fields and yoke their oxen to do it. You're decidedly despicable.

I could have been a landlord. Instead you wasted the best opportunity you ever had to prove that you ever knew what you were talking about at all, and when I take the witness stand, bite down hard on my cyanide—filled hollow tooth and tell you and everyone else to kiss my ass goodbye, I'll look down from Heaven where I have already ascended to and descended from twice this morning while sitting on the shitter, and see those loathsome, reprobate scum that you've surrounded yourself with for years, clock-turn-and-pivot as one and hut-hut-honey up to your doorstep and say to you, "eh... what's up next, Doc?"

Well? What was your endgame after driving me to, *polite_cough* "suicide?" Are you gonna whip out the manuscript that you stole from my mommy's lawyer's estate's belongings and give everyone left with their head and shoulders above water a job writing oral book reports that incoming migrants can use to prove their worth to you? That's still not going to put shoes on my (Wife|Not_Wife)'s hooves. And if she hadn't lied about being married to you in the first place, I would have gotten a job as a cashier in a Costco someplace civilized enough to let a man who has been blacklisted from every respectable echelon of and access to decent society live quietly in peace, getting stoned.

That actually was the plan, not so many years ago. Now, because of your inerrant, relentless greed and the breathtaking incompetency of your churlish minions, you have everything you ever wanted—the mighty Kuczi has struck out. His family—fucked over and dead. His future—fucked and dead over. His fucklife consists of little more than moaning and groaning all alone in an otherwise empty 3-bd farmhouse on a plot of land that is, in fact, being developed—it's just not being developed for him.

But not for you, either. You've been beaten, bested, and bettered at your own kick-the-can-down-the-road Great Game, and we all know it. Dogs and cats frolicking together in the streets know it. Traffic on the streets, already slowed to a crawl from the pandemic that you created in your Gates-funded bioweapons lab that your foul, hazmat-suited, demonic hell-spawn taught you to open the combination locks thereof with the arcane technology known as "memorizing the list of recipes to blame people for eating too much of," because you can't really have it both ways can you?

Either I started the fire and stopped you from letting it roast you alive, or, it was always burning and I stood dead strike atop the only water spigot available for miles around in any direction, whirling a pair of nunchuks in one hand and single-handedly wielding knives akimbo, and with my last dying breath I prevented you from becoming the hero you were always meant to be... Doctor Zero.

Frankly, if you were even only slightly less shorter and a lot more dedicated to your craft, you could have just given me a job as a wet nurse with two Canadian bags of milk and a roll of duct tape. And, I WOULD HAVE BEEN HAPPY WITH THAT. But, no. No, you chose another way you thought were best for you, you and your filthy, steaming ilk.

You chose to take everything I ever had and everything I was ever gonna get, and send me back to God. I chose to simply... do as My Maker told me to do, though and through the pernicious Hell that you sought to bar my way. And, look where we've ended up.

At this point, what difference did any of it make? Well, since I've been such a spammer, you no doubt have links at hand to take you to my past collection of published work (most of it currently offline due to my MIB Content DElivery Network being left unplugged because I didn't feel like letting some vapid pimp take any credit for plugging yet another even more vapid whore to take what could only laughingly be called "legal action" in order to complete what amounts to the incineration of The Third Wing of The New Library Of Alexandria w/Attached Vegan Juice'n'Jewish Diplomacy Bar—but it can be all turned back on as easily as it was turned off, which is a lot more than I can say about any or either of any of your besotted spouses, but only because I don't know the formula for fuck-me pills 'n' powders that each and every one of you probably has tattooed on the inside of your left elbow, just in case of EMERGENCY; and meanwhile I'll never be turned on enough to sire any bastards ever again, which seems to have been your entire purpose in the first place so...) shouldn't you be totally toteshappy?

Look at my works, ye mighty and despair: FOR I AM "but he's a dick," & I MADE "Ozzie & Harriet" a nicely raised dias for you to burn all your unwanted witches upon. (I even did bring marshmallows, but they hit the ground melting in with the lasagna.) I even created my own irregular Lodge, ye daft punkin' dunkin' cunt'n'donut eatin' Ponce, suitable for framing or wrapping fish: whichever one you want to suck off your Supreme Grand Master off to the sounds to. Don't hate me because I've won, hate me because I've won while following your rules, and if I did that while showing you the hypocrisy of your actions, at least I didn't forcibly & coercively trick'n'swindle you to lie down and lick a sponsor's spindle in the bed that I was generous enough to allow you to wallow about in with your assorted, mewling coterie of whorish flunkies, slimy sycophantic spouses, and the Archcriminal Mrs. Paul.

And you couldn't even make her archcome. Pfftt. Just what is it that you would say that you actually do around here? Well, there's still time left remaining before I give up the ghost: how about you get off your fat lazy ass and do a little bit more of it. Hey, here's an idea: pick up a side gig. Get a little moonlighting hustle. Go out to the coast and have a few laughs while trying your hand at busking. How about a series of public service announcements promoting pill to relieve premature baldness? Something worthwhile. Anything of substance. So that we can put a knife in a fork into and call a steak without having to actually find a cow that isn't already a vampire yet.

For God's sake, get out there on stage and do something else besides just going "moo" and spitting up yet another gurgle of Ebola-ridden blood onto yet another snooty 'n' snotty Homecoming princess with, again—you guessed it—a brand-new Caduceus tail squirming its way out of her anus and singing, "it's time to show the world our famed Ourborous trick, but first, let me introduce... The Aristocrats!"

They're going to be in the shower doing blow off of dirty mirrors with filthy silly straws for the next 1,950 minutes, so I hope you pack the f****** lunch mother f*****, and if not I guess you can start lining up the boys to fill your cup o'noodles with hot, funky fresh semen. I don't know what that'll mean for your dinner plans tonight, but hey, you're smart, you and the FDA can probably figure out something nutritious from the food pyramid that'll ensure you watch that weight and keep that firm body.

Or, you know, maybe just end the misery here, at the source of the stream, and hypnotize me with your MK ultra controller codes and force me to jump into the boiling pot of stew myself and gladly dissolve my own bone broth for you to guzzle tonight while you compliment yourself on your senses of good character, clean living, and fantastic comedic timing—as long as Google Analytics still has a app you can use for that. (I wrote it—here's the patent, you probably don't know how you can file it, but don't worry, all your drawers are flat, but your secretary isn't.)


Careful, astute readers will note that I didn't really finish this; how does my creative flow has been interrupted I can't really be bothered to do so now. I'm so depressed. The only thing that seems worth finishing is my miserable worthless life, and it's just too bad that I couldn't figure out a way to make something of it that everyone else could agree with.

Maybe I should have just been a dick sucking whore. I've already got the bare legs showing, after all. I could have been something useful with a dick in my mouth and a corn cob up my ass and a signature plastered across multiple legal documents, but no, oh no... I just couldn't close the deal.

Humanity is no doubt all the better off for it. And now if you excuse me, I'm going to go outside and move my lawn from one side to the other, one blade at a time with a pair of pinking shears and a laser scalpel, painstakingly stitching back together the cut ends onto another patch of ground somewhere else, another 500 ft down the road.

I don't want to get in any body's way.

paladin1991

Quote from: Jackstar on September 04, 2022, 11:12:09 PMWell you're not talking to me but I'll tell you what, that doesn't bug me at all, but if anything were to bug me about Mr Trump it would be that he didn't try hard enough to blow up your house.

I mean nukes are nukes, right? You want to burn down those books, go for the gusto!

p.s.: Tell Sean that he's a rapist p****. Thanks in advance.

WTF are you doing out of your closet, young man?  BAck to your closet.  Lie  down on your fouled nest of diapers and bath towels.  You stay inside now and let the big ppl talk.

Yorkshire pud

Quote from: paladin1991 on September 05, 2022, 10:02:11 PMWTF are you doing out of your closet, young man?  BAck to your closet.  Lie  down on your fouled nest of diapers and bath towels.  You stay inside now and let the big ppl talk.

Now steady on Gunner...MD isn't and has never been big people. He can't shave without carving chunks out of his angelic but wafer then hypodermis..

Dr. MD MD

Quote from: Yorkshire pud on September 05, 2022, 10:08:21 PMNow steady on Gunner...MD isn't and has never been big people. He can't shave without carving chunks out of his angelic but wafer then hypodermis..

Obsess much?

Jackstar

Quote from: paladin1991 on September 05, 2022, 10:02:11 PMWTF are you doing out of your closet, young man?  BAck to your closet.  Lie  down on your fouled nest of diapers and bath towels.  You stay inside now and let the big ppl talk.

I have a better idea. How about you never tell me what to do ever again and then you'll find that I just do things naturally the way they need to be done!

I don't know what makes you think you're important at all. I do realize that we've done this like four times over 12 years no maybe 15? I really don't think it works well for you.

I on the other hand I'm just simply tired of wasting time and I like to get something constructed done and I'm not going to do it under your terms nor anyone else's since I've been saying the same consistent message the entire time and apparently it's just too much people handle and blocking me has been inevitable result.

Well I guess you might want to try getting my cooperation because nothing's going to change. I'm going to drink beer until I win. It's like that thing Gandhi says but I can't remember the rest of it.

Also you're a douchebag so I don't really care that it's nice to see you again although it is nice to see you again but you're an even bigger douche than before. Once again where do you get off and what makes you think you have any sort of a leg to stand on? Are you fucking the smoke in the hallucinogens, or are you being controlled by the bio bugs that have invaded everybody?

They don't work so well when you're in line with God. All things serve the beam including the bio bug.


Also you're a tedious rude unconscionable asshole with an even worse attitude than normal.

What do you think I'm gonna do, kiss your ass? Thanks for forgiveness? I didn't do anything wrong! Now well I understand that's the same thing said by a lot of people who are in prison for life for that credit didn't commit I somehow think this time is going to be a little bit different.

Additionally I'm just simply saying the same thing I've been saying for months just perhaps a little less politely but then again you really don't believe politeness, give me back my friends and shut the fuck up and never talk to me again and maybe I'll have a beer for you one day in the meantime, piss off and blow. You really aren't that impressive since you've been playing the same bully card for the last 20 fucking years and it doesn't work well. It doesn't work well now it didn't work well before it's never going to work very well with me and especially not since now I'm pissed off whereas before I was completely cooperative for months if not years you had ample opportunity to not be an asshole and instead you decide to be an asshole so fuck you I'm going to have another beer and then I'm not going to mow my lawn I'm not going to even fucking listen to you cuz I've already told you what needs to fucking happen and that is not negotiable.

Not anymore. Not with you. Go lick your own dog sisters ass and go to hell I don't give a fuck.

pyewacket

Wow, I just checked this thread out of curiosity and sadly, nothing has changed with some members. Dr. Saad sums it up pretty well.




Yorkshire pud

Quote from: aldousburbank on September 06, 2022, 01:31:41 PM


Ahh, so when Biden leaves the WH, you'll be fine with him stealing documents? And although he won't you'd be okay him encouraging his supporters to ransack the Capitol and sympathise with those who want to kill anyone inside?

Dr. MD MD

Quote from: Yorkshire pud on September 06, 2022, 02:39:33 PMAhh, so when Biden leaves the WH, you'll be fine with him stealing documents? And although he won't you'd be okay him encouraging his supporters to ransack the Capitol and sympathise with those who want to kill anyone inside?

Sure. Anything to bring the inevitable civil war against you commies.

Asuka Langley

Libtards would rather freeze to death than admit Trump was right LOL

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7mb6O5rTYMs


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