“You can’t trust these painted-faced whores,” my colleague and hardened expat in Thailand, Bryan, once crassly admonished me in the context of a particular breed of fast, notoriously seductive and wily Thai women who hunt Western men (by no means representative of all Thai women, who are otherwise lovely), as relayed in my memoir,
For those who have been paying attention, Kristi became a "no-go" when she failed to stand up to the NCAA policy of allowing men to compete within women's sports. She had previously held my interest, but by this action, she defined herself for me. I would have stood up to the South Dakotan voices who wanted the NCAA prestige and money in their communities; declared South Dakota wouldn't participate in any further collegiate activities under NCAA auspices; and began my own league free of over-grown, hulking men throwing women around like rag dolls in contact sports or sitting at the finish line waiting for the next-best to arrive.
What we lack are people with real guts and, as Rudolph Steiner said, strong Will (my interpretation) to actualize themselves. This is the character of our times. She's not psycho--just not not there. The two conditions are not synonymous. In fact, one could define psycho as a person exhibiting an aura of "ultimately there" because they perceive and value nothing and no one but themselves and are constantly on the prowl to gain for themselves over any cost to others.
Here's the truth. We no longer live in a world with heroes. They've long departed our realm. Anything resembling an age of discovery or excitement toward true human progress is ultimately a mirage. We live in a dark void which is reflected in the majority of humankind. Like the dying man crawling the searingly heated desert floor, they see a mirage fully present to their senses and vision but truly not there.
I used to own a hotel in a rural community. One day while sitting with some locals. A guy walked in and said ‘Tom, I hate to say this but your dog got into my chicken pen and killed about half my chickens.’ The table fell silent. Tom, a logger, loved his dog. He said ‘are you absolutely sure it was my dog’. He was and it was confirmed by Tom’s wife who was called to come and get it. Everybody consoled Tom. Being from the City I had no idea what was going on. Tom left, hangdog look on his face, and said he would take care of it. Everyone looked down and they patted Tom’s arm as he left. Tom went off and shot his dog. It turns out when a dog starts killing chickens it won’t stop. It is on the owner to put the dog down. Tom did. Is Kristi a psychopath? Maybe. But killing a chicken killer dog doesn’t make her one any more than Tom was one.
It wasn't necessarily the putting down of the dog that made the story psychopathic. It was the obscene bloodlust and braggadociousness with which she described it in her book. I would encourage you to read it if you haven't
I haven’t. And she may well be a psychopath. However to a lot of city folk the fact she killed a dog makes her one, when that fact alone means nothing. But…no one considered Tom a psychopath. He was devastated. Bur he did what was right.
Guess what? people who abhor animals don't work with them.
And they are discharging a solemn responsibility , not displaying psychopathy, when dispatching an agressive animal.
Guess what else? Livestock cost money and no farmer looks forward to financial loss.
People didn't freak out from her phrasing,most never even read it.
Hard to accept though it may be, the root of the unhinged reaction was sheer ignorance.
And that ever popular hypocrisy is in play in this.
People take dogs to the vet and have them put down all the time, likely a significant percentage of Noem critics among them.
My sister had a highly bred Grand Champion sired Cocker Spaniel and it was beautiful as it was crazy.
She ran a typesetting business out of her home and it quickly became a problem when this dog went into full Cujo mode.
Rather than have it put down, she offered for me to take it to my home in a rural exurban township and see if I could control the dog.
You might not imagine a Cocker as fearsome, but it was. I would let it free on the back forty, and it would burn off it's hyper energy killing small animals.
The Chow my neighbors had made the mistake of trying to establish dominance and my dog whipped that Chow every single morning when let out to pee for years.
But what made it work was taking it for a run alongside my bicycle to my girlfriend's house, a thirty mile roundtrip.
From this you should see that neither my sister or I are psychopathic animal killers.
Some people have all the luck though, and her next dog, a Corgi was in many ways even crazier than the Cocker and would not be housebroken, on top of aggressively trying to be the pack leader.
Again, you don't expect ferocious Corgi, but it was and think what you will, it got a little to fierce with me and I punched that mutt square in the nose.
My sister never offered it to me and I would not have taken it if she did.
A couple months after I punched it, I stopped by and learned she had her Vet put it down.
1. we're all "farm pups" to the Gnome! (or is she "Baldy of Nome with a wig?" )
2. that's a GRANNY? If she shot lil' Cricket 20 years ago as a PARENT wuz she like 10? Guess they knock 'em up purdy early out there in SouthDICKYoda*... mebbe she found her own Willie Brown ta climb up from that gravel pit...?:
3. if she wasn't a paid clown plant ta face plant Orange Man more (given "Stormy" Weather already--a'nother clown thar...) I'll eat mah shirt as I dunno who'd fit that bill(ed) back better than a puppy killer.. guess they paid her well... of course this had ta be planned knowin' that Fraudski's puppy parlor warn't popular either...
heck, I'd trust a plastic blow-up doll more'n these botoxed Barbies... she ain't the only one!
*no offense ta the good folks of S. Dakota--I'm jokin' 'bout this fully plastic creation that likely came from the same swamp we'ze all supposed ta have drained!--no matter whut cat drugger 'er in an' from whar!
wull this "idjit" is sure glad ya ain't my neighbor sir--you kin keep yer d-con steaks ta yerself. First, there are humane ways ta put down a dangerous animal--not seein' it suffer, not gloatin' about it in print, not with bloodlust like this GNoem seems ta have. We kin disagree respectfully--tho' I'd say yer lackin' that character feature.... Anywho, ALSO there are good folks that train dogs that have "issues"--have known some 've 'em--an' these dogs kin live out a good life away from the things that cannot be conditioned away. Some like this can never be near animals but do fine in other settin's-- either way, there are humane ways ta handle such situations that some good-hearted fools know about. Whatta great "poison" ya must be lacin' steaks with d-con! Not wishin' anybuddy ill... jus' sayin'....
I don't mean to be disagreeable, Donald, but I don't much agree on this.
I am pretty sure I know what Noem was thinking. She was thinking of the folks who elected her Governor.
I have met Dakotans. They are a hard-nosed people. They have to be, it's a hard land they inhabit and I am also quite sure they would concur with her that dangerous animals need to put down.
It's the thousands killed in animal shelters and evil, often literally tortured beyond the worst horror movie you ever saw that are the tragedy, not some insane dog and his hyper aggressive goat buddy.
Maybe she said something about the stinky goat, but in the interview I saw she made clear that the goat was dangerous as well and I can't imagine people really don't know how very mean a goat can be.
The comedic impression of goats is eating tin cans. Imagine one biting you.
It's not unheard of at all.
Animals are sometimes crazy as loons, and particularly purebred, purpose bred dogs like the one she put down.
It's a very fine line between Line Building and Inbreeding and sometimes breeders despite their best efforts ( or sometimes on purpose to make money) stray just a bit across that fine line and into the danger zone and when they do, the responsible thing to do is to out it down.
As to the makeup, I dont like makeup at all and did find it extra garush and just too much, but it was very contemporary and they get that impossibly smooth look by literally spray painting their faces with makeup run through what are basically paint sprayers. My friend's wife does it, and she gets up at 4:30 AM and drives 25 miles to be at her machine at 6 AM so she can hurry home and greet her two kids with milk and cookies when they get off the bus.
It's just women's fashions, and it's unlikely any of it will ever make sense.
Meanwhile, look at her stats, she runs a very successful state. Look at her response to Covid.
I really thought of the uproar as silly Lefty noise, and thought she should have been more aggressive in mocking interviewers waxing maudlin over an uncontrollable vicious dog.
It may have cost her any chance of Lefty support, but it only enhanced the Fly Over support.
The woman is a phony. Her before and after plastic surgery photos tell the tale. I went to school in South Dakota and I never met people like her. The native American reservations want nothing to do with her. She signed an anti-Semitism bill for the 300 +/- Jews residing in S.D. How about an anti-Christian bill? Quit apologizing for her rotten, selfish, vile behavior. She's toast.
You are a dirt bag Jew Hater and an absolute chump, eager to join in on the 2000 year pile on of the people God specifically warned you to never ever curse, no exceptions, from the very beginning, in Genesis 12:3 and it is nothing short of outrageously reprehensible for you to imagine yourself Christian when you stand in open defiance to God and He has promised to destroy you and your ilk at Armegeddon, which is specifically God's Vengeance on Jew Haters.
Outraged at being prevented from your Jew Hate? Don't live with decent folk like Dakotans and you can stave it off a little longer, but if you get right with your Creator before Armegeddon, you are going to have to accept that this entire planet will be ruled from Israel and you nor any other mortal's pitiful defiance of God can change it.
If you knew anything of God you would already know this.
Now demonstrate your utter ignorance and try to prove me wrong.
I gave you a lev not because your diatribe is wise or just but because it's a howlingly funny specimen of unintended parody. Mouthbreathers like you never understand Ber. 2:7, or any other important passage of ancient Shemitic scribbling.
... I'm supposed to be dead. The hospital people say guys like me are 95 percentile; that guys like me don't do particularly well when our wife dies. Just finding my feet, rebounding from an emotional loss, my primary care physician deems it imperative I do something, try to reach out, perhaps post up my profile on a dating site, in search of a soulmate whom to devote myself. I am not well practiced, advancing these virtual relationships. Best foot forward, direct without hesitation, since having posted my profile, I've since sidestepped 611 fund requests. Dazzling, glamorous Asian fashion models, baiting me into cryptocurrency, I've batted away every romance scammer the information superhighway's thrown at me. I have a crew of internet educated west Africans targeting me, tag-teaming me through multiple counterfeit profiles, who've somehow gotten a hold of Barbara's personal information, and are trying to see my house out, from under me. Complex, sequentially tedious, I don't know that it's ever been successfully executed, outside film or theater, one woman coming through my profile endeavored headlong, setting me up for "the Spanish Prisoner" confidence scam (e.g., I have several degrees; tops in my class, game theory). My largest fund request thus far, from my very first on-line dating experience, dowry for a dazzling 30 year old, from Thailand, a cool US$300 thousand, plus a quit claim deed to the title of my home, and for extra security, title to at least one of my three cars, preferably the 4WD? (so, happens, it's her favorite color). My reply, to their sensational offer? "... you forgot to say, please!" This crazy, whacked out on-line dating thing? I've learned so many things! Since posting-up my profile, not one date have I been on; not one person have I actually met. Don't think I'm going to be, anytime soon. Here in metropolitan Los Angeles, boasting the most narcissistic, rude, ill-mannered, hostile, indifferent, benumbed, utterly ruthless of hominoid female savages the Milky Way Galaxy has to offer, they don't give a guy a second glance unless he's the millionaire fat boy, with the Porsche and the swimming pool, throwing money around like a drunken sailor, at every pretty face he sees, in virtual reality. I fear I'm doomed, to live the remainder of my life, alone - Samuel.
Some cultures recommend that a man in your situ become an ascetic hermit, or transition into a new stage, beyond family. Like Hindu phase of life called Samnyasa. Your doctor’s prescription is seriously bad medicine.
Colleges as someone else mentioned. DON’T LOOK FOR A PARTNER! Look to have fun. If you look for a partner you will be not paying attention properly. Have some fun. Who knows? A partner might ensue. You will get burned if you look for a partner.
The South Dakota politician who crashed and burned is lucky. To escape the death cult of rot American politics is truly a blessing.
I think of God looking down on the Sewer that was once the USA and seeing the baby killers up to and past the 9th month shoveling their disgust on the puppy killer and don't have much doubt that the Empire is not long for this sick planet.
For those who have been paying attention, Kristi became a "no-go" when she failed to stand up to the NCAA policy of allowing men to compete within women's sports. She had previously held my interest, but by this action, she defined herself for me. I would have stood up to the South Dakotan voices who wanted the NCAA prestige and money in their communities; declared South Dakota wouldn't participate in any further collegiate activities under NCAA auspices; and began my own league free of over-grown, hulking men throwing women around like rag dolls in contact sports or sitting at the finish line waiting for the next-best to arrive.
What we lack are people with real guts and, as Rudolph Steiner said, strong Will (my interpretation) to actualize themselves. This is the character of our times. She's not psycho--just not not there. The two conditions are not synonymous. In fact, one could define psycho as a person exhibiting an aura of "ultimately there" because they perceive and value nothing and no one but themselves and are constantly on the prowl to gain for themselves over any cost to others.
Here's the truth. We no longer live in a world with heroes. They've long departed our realm. Anything resembling an age of discovery or excitement toward true human progress is ultimately a mirage. We live in a dark void which is reflected in the majority of humankind. Like the dying man crawling the searingly heated desert floor, they see a mirage fully present to their senses and vision but truly not there.
Cosmetic camouflage always indicates a disconnect between appearance and truth.
That she is owned by the people preparing to exterminate the USA no cosmetics can hide.
For a politician, she seems out of touch, or indifferent, to the sensibilities of her electorate. What a dick!
I used to own a hotel in a rural community. One day while sitting with some locals. A guy walked in and said ‘Tom, I hate to say this but your dog got into my chicken pen and killed about half my chickens.’ The table fell silent. Tom, a logger, loved his dog. He said ‘are you absolutely sure it was my dog’. He was and it was confirmed by Tom’s wife who was called to come and get it. Everybody consoled Tom. Being from the City I had no idea what was going on. Tom left, hangdog look on his face, and said he would take care of it. Everyone looked down and they patted Tom’s arm as he left. Tom went off and shot his dog. It turns out when a dog starts killing chickens it won’t stop. It is on the owner to put the dog down. Tom did. Is Kristi a psychopath? Maybe. But killing a chicken killer dog doesn’t make her one any more than Tom was one.
It wasn't necessarily the putting down of the dog that made the story psychopathic. It was the obscene bloodlust and braggadociousness with which she described it in her book. I would encourage you to read it if you haven't
I haven’t. And she may well be a psychopath. However to a lot of city folk the fact she killed a dog makes her one, when that fact alone means nothing. But…no one considered Tom a psychopath. He was devastated. Bur he did what was right.
I don't doubt Tom was devastated and just did what he had to do. These are apples and oranges.
Maybe. It wouldn’t surprise me if a possibly good pol wasn’t. That is certainly more the norm than not.
Guess what? people who abhor animals don't work with them.
And they are discharging a solemn responsibility , not displaying psychopathy, when dispatching an agressive animal.
Guess what else? Livestock cost money and no farmer looks forward to financial loss.
People didn't freak out from her phrasing,most never even read it.
Hard to accept though it may be, the root of the unhinged reaction was sheer ignorance.
And that ever popular hypocrisy is in play in this.
People take dogs to the vet and have them put down all the time, likely a significant percentage of Noem critics among them.
My sister had a highly bred Grand Champion sired Cocker Spaniel and it was beautiful as it was crazy.
She ran a typesetting business out of her home and it quickly became a problem when this dog went into full Cujo mode.
Rather than have it put down, she offered for me to take it to my home in a rural exurban township and see if I could control the dog.
You might not imagine a Cocker as fearsome, but it was. I would let it free on the back forty, and it would burn off it's hyper energy killing small animals.
The Chow my neighbors had made the mistake of trying to establish dominance and my dog whipped that Chow every single morning when let out to pee for years.
But what made it work was taking it for a run alongside my bicycle to my girlfriend's house, a thirty mile roundtrip.
From this you should see that neither my sister or I are psychopathic animal killers.
Some people have all the luck though, and her next dog, a Corgi was in many ways even crazier than the Cocker and would not be housebroken, on top of aggressively trying to be the pack leader.
Again, you don't expect ferocious Corgi, but it was and think what you will, it got a little to fierce with me and I punched that mutt square in the nose.
My sister never offered it to me and I would not have taken it if she did.
A couple months after I punched it, I stopped by and learned she had her Vet put it down.
I told her I would have done it for free.
These are the rules in a ranching farming community. It is someone’s livelihood the dog was stealing from.
Exactly. You know how my neighbors would phrase it?
" I took that crazy mutt out back and put it down for a dirt nap"!
Imagine if she said that on national TV...
"People With Plastic Faces Are Not to Be Trusted"
So imagine "people" with plastic penis/vagina?!
WOOF!
1. we're all "farm pups" to the Gnome! (or is she "Baldy of Nome with a wig?" )
2. that's a GRANNY? If she shot lil' Cricket 20 years ago as a PARENT wuz she like 10? Guess they knock 'em up purdy early out there in SouthDICKYoda*... mebbe she found her own Willie Brown ta climb up from that gravel pit...?:
3. if she wasn't a paid clown plant ta face plant Orange Man more (given "Stormy" Weather already--a'nother clown thar...) I'll eat mah shirt as I dunno who'd fit that bill(ed) back better than a puppy killer.. guess they paid her well... of course this had ta be planned knowin' that Fraudski's puppy parlor warn't popular either...
heck, I'd trust a plastic blow-up doll more'n these botoxed Barbies... she ain't the only one!
*no offense ta the good folks of S. Dakota--I'm jokin' 'bout this fully plastic creation that likely came from the same swamp we'ze all supposed ta have drained!--no matter whut cat drugger 'er in an' from whar!
If you were my neighbor and would not put down the crazy mutt that killed my chickens, I would slip a D-Con laced steak over your fence.
To use your own vernacular, you are an idjit.
wull this "idjit" is sure glad ya ain't my neighbor sir--you kin keep yer d-con steaks ta yerself. First, there are humane ways ta put down a dangerous animal--not seein' it suffer, not gloatin' about it in print, not with bloodlust like this GNoem seems ta have. We kin disagree respectfully--tho' I'd say yer lackin' that character feature.... Anywho, ALSO there are good folks that train dogs that have "issues"--have known some 've 'em--an' these dogs kin live out a good life away from the things that cannot be conditioned away. Some like this can never be near animals but do fine in other settin's-- either way, there are humane ways ta handle such situations that some good-hearted fools know about. Whatta great "poison" ya must be lacin' steaks with d-con! Not wishin' anybuddy ill... jus' sayin'....
I never liked Kristi Noem. She's always looked fake to me..
And such superficialities win elections. Deeply sad and all too true.
With voters this shallow, it's no surprise we face ruin.
According to polls, better than half of America thinks China Joe is very honest.
When Trump was in office, my local Walgreens offered 7 lines of self tanners, and millions of Americans besides Trump were regular users.
Superficial hypocrisy like that returns the same trash to office again and again.
It propelled a decades long traitor to the Presidency we suffer under today.
Just like self tanners, millions of Americans have had " work done" and it says exactly zero about anyone's character.
I would not have needed anyone to tell me a painted whore in a destitute land was to be avoided when I was 12.
I don't mean to be disagreeable, Donald, but I don't much agree on this.
I am pretty sure I know what Noem was thinking. She was thinking of the folks who elected her Governor.
I have met Dakotans. They are a hard-nosed people. They have to be, it's a hard land they inhabit and I am also quite sure they would concur with her that dangerous animals need to put down.
It's the thousands killed in animal shelters and evil, often literally tortured beyond the worst horror movie you ever saw that are the tragedy, not some insane dog and his hyper aggressive goat buddy.
Maybe she said something about the stinky goat, but in the interview I saw she made clear that the goat was dangerous as well and I can't imagine people really don't know how very mean a goat can be.
The comedic impression of goats is eating tin cans. Imagine one biting you.
It's not unheard of at all.
Animals are sometimes crazy as loons, and particularly purebred, purpose bred dogs like the one she put down.
It's a very fine line between Line Building and Inbreeding and sometimes breeders despite their best efforts ( or sometimes on purpose to make money) stray just a bit across that fine line and into the danger zone and when they do, the responsible thing to do is to out it down.
As to the makeup, I dont like makeup at all and did find it extra garush and just too much, but it was very contemporary and they get that impossibly smooth look by literally spray painting their faces with makeup run through what are basically paint sprayers. My friend's wife does it, and she gets up at 4:30 AM and drives 25 miles to be at her machine at 6 AM so she can hurry home and greet her two kids with milk and cookies when they get off the bus.
It's just women's fashions, and it's unlikely any of it will ever make sense.
Meanwhile, look at her stats, she runs a very successful state. Look at her response to Covid.
I really thought of the uproar as silly Lefty noise, and thought she should have been more aggressive in mocking interviewers waxing maudlin over an uncontrollable vicious dog.
It may have cost her any chance of Lefty support, but it only enhanced the Fly Over support.
The woman is a phony. Her before and after plastic surgery photos tell the tale. I went to school in South Dakota and I never met people like her. The native American reservations want nothing to do with her. She signed an anti-Semitism bill for the 300 +/- Jews residing in S.D. How about an anti-Christian bill? Quit apologizing for her rotten, selfish, vile behavior. She's toast.
You are a dirt bag Jew Hater and an absolute chump, eager to join in on the 2000 year pile on of the people God specifically warned you to never ever curse, no exceptions, from the very beginning, in Genesis 12:3 and it is nothing short of outrageously reprehensible for you to imagine yourself Christian when you stand in open defiance to God and He has promised to destroy you and your ilk at Armegeddon, which is specifically God's Vengeance on Jew Haters.
Outraged at being prevented from your Jew Hate? Don't live with decent folk like Dakotans and you can stave it off a little longer, but if you get right with your Creator before Armegeddon, you are going to have to accept that this entire planet will be ruled from Israel and you nor any other mortal's pitiful defiance of God can change it.
If you knew anything of God you would already know this.
Now demonstrate your utter ignorance and try to prove me wrong.
I gave you a lev not because your diatribe is wise or just but because it's a howlingly funny specimen of unintended parody. Mouthbreathers like you never understand Ber. 2:7, or any other important passage of ancient Shemitic scribbling.
Why would you imagine I care what you think about anything?
You have already quite proven yourself the scuzzirest scum on the planet, tte dregs of humanity, a Jew Hater.
I don't care what you think, you are the walking dead, and knowing you have chosen death creeos me out.
"Why would you imagine I care what you think about anything?"
You replied to my comment. Do you, "scuzzirest [sic] scum on the planet", remember that?
"I don't care what you think"
But you DO care. 🥰 Thus your homicidally hateful reply, one so typical of your ilk—people of the dark triad.
You delusional nitch boys maintain fidelity to what you emulate, silly air head female Leftys.
In a word, stifle yourself, Edith.
Your reaction to the epitome of superficiality, physical appearance, shows exactly who has poor character and that is you.
Go f*ck a fat ugly woman ass hat.
Heavy dude. I can handle it but heavy nonetheless
... I'm supposed to be dead. The hospital people say guys like me are 95 percentile; that guys like me don't do particularly well when our wife dies. Just finding my feet, rebounding from an emotional loss, my primary care physician deems it imperative I do something, try to reach out, perhaps post up my profile on a dating site, in search of a soulmate whom to devote myself. I am not well practiced, advancing these virtual relationships. Best foot forward, direct without hesitation, since having posted my profile, I've since sidestepped 611 fund requests. Dazzling, glamorous Asian fashion models, baiting me into cryptocurrency, I've batted away every romance scammer the information superhighway's thrown at me. I have a crew of internet educated west Africans targeting me, tag-teaming me through multiple counterfeit profiles, who've somehow gotten a hold of Barbara's personal information, and are trying to see my house out, from under me. Complex, sequentially tedious, I don't know that it's ever been successfully executed, outside film or theater, one woman coming through my profile endeavored headlong, setting me up for "the Spanish Prisoner" confidence scam (e.g., I have several degrees; tops in my class, game theory). My largest fund request thus far, from my very first on-line dating experience, dowry for a dazzling 30 year old, from Thailand, a cool US$300 thousand, plus a quit claim deed to the title of my home, and for extra security, title to at least one of my three cars, preferably the 4WD? (so, happens, it's her favorite color). My reply, to their sensational offer? "... you forgot to say, please!" This crazy, whacked out on-line dating thing? I've learned so many things! Since posting-up my profile, not one date have I been on; not one person have I actually met. Don't think I'm going to be, anytime soon. Here in metropolitan Los Angeles, boasting the most narcissistic, rude, ill-mannered, hostile, indifferent, benumbed, utterly ruthless of hominoid female savages the Milky Way Galaxy has to offer, they don't give a guy a second glance unless he's the millionaire fat boy, with the Porsche and the swimming pool, throwing money around like a drunken sailor, at every pretty face he sees, in virtual reality. I fear I'm doomed, to live the remainder of my life, alone - Samuel.
If you are over 60, if your local college is like mine, you may qualify for free tuition.
My college offers what they call Continuing Education and typically that consists of a variety of pursuits aimed at offering something for everyone.
I would venture you would find a lot better pickings in that millieu.
If you are younger, just pay for a class.
Or Karaoke even is likely better than fiddling with on line dating and all that goes with it.
Some cultures recommend that a man in your situ become an ascetic hermit, or transition into a new stage, beyond family. Like Hindu phase of life called Samnyasa. Your doctor’s prescription is seriously bad medicine.
Go to church. Take courses at the local
Colleges as someone else mentioned. DON’T LOOK FOR A PARTNER! Look to have fun. If you look for a partner you will be not paying attention properly. Have some fun. Who knows? A partner might ensue. You will get burned if you look for a partner.
... the question f the day: What does every women with a smart phone have, in common? ANSWER: .... PayPal! - Samuel.
In case you missed the clown show yesterday....
You can’t trust these painted-faced whores with the heavy fake eyelashes
https://rumble.com/v4vo9p8-crockett-cracks-unhinged-democrat-erupts-starts-screaming-at-mtg-during-hou.html
"American Psycho's Nation"
The South Dakota politician who crashed and burned is lucky. To escape the death cult of rot American politics is truly a blessing.
I think of God looking down on the Sewer that was once the USA and seeing the baby killers up to and past the 9th month shoveling their disgust on the puppy killer and don't have much doubt that the Empire is not long for this sick planet.