Hillary was financed as a pun between Hitler and hilarious. Trump scored Hitler’s touchdown over the course of a generation primarily by getting Black leaders to believe themselves or at least say they did. To understand the true meaning of Geo. Floyd’s death on the heels of poison crimes without number you have to address the turgid, impenetrable fact that it is easy to understand and the claims of the slanderers behind it also make that clear. For example, the rabid on the streets of Seattle organize offenses against the right to know, newspaper freedoms, and access to public spaces on the basis of their claim that police forces are insidious and untrustworthy units in a maniacal game of domestic warfare. Despite this, Seattle always takes the side of Derek Chauvin protecting him from exposure for what he really did. Claiming to be defending Geo Floyd they gnash their teeth defending his killer. Geo Floyd was not killed by racism and Yoko Ono is not a top sacred leader of anti-racist realists. Floyd was killed by The Green Party and Pink Floyd as part of the Covid 19 mission of Biden’s Ark of Kolorz.
This happened as a serial process.
Media, who are a branch of real estate magnates, cannot handle the idea of huddled masses. They prefer a limited group of trophy symbols, tokens as people like Obama are sometimes called. Blacks cannot handle the idea of ethical standards. They swear by a double standard because they say one has always applied to them. Symbolic victories then become tribute incidents for media as real estate magnates and a measure of what Blacks mean by an ethical standard. Geo Floyd was used to militate this idea and to demonstrate the baton of the puppet master, behold, as whites are murdered in compense. All is assuaged, sneer the military sociologists. Not quite. More innocent people were killed to make way for the media puppet show.
The Beatles have never liked me. I am too adroit in finding their mania left as brazen clues in the symphonic rendering of their cloak and dagger past. Liverpool, once the seat of the Confederate Secret Service during the war between the states, sports a gaggle of lacklusters that the rabid compare to Pittsburgh for their weapon of organized anarchy. Pittsburgh Black culture in on call the highest bidder like everyone else, but they have in tow their special smokescreen. King Crimson, the ugliest pack of criminals Nazism ever forthwith, have a disturbing message on their trippiest tune, about the Beatles, who they call Silas and Jonah. Speaking of pussyball they rhetorically play pipe against the consonance LEE WHO.
Edith Wattenmaker, who used to take me swimming, would complain about the access of what she called Neighborhood kids. Frankly, she controlled an army of them. Her husband was a psychiatrist from Attica Prison representing the richest and most powerful men in Pittsburgh. Her alliance was a handy one. Dr. Proctor, who helped organize attacks targeting the neuroplasm one of her sons had implanted, used to protest her attitude.
The idea that the earth is overpopulated and sex out of wedlock the key to undermining the devil’s atrocious invasion of virginity’s marital intelligent design was just about perfect for the zuklear magnates hawking and pimping and shoving people before the cameras.