President Joe Biden in the noose....again

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“But if you miss you better miss very well.”-Tuco

First Joe Biden “weighs,” giving YouCrane cluster fuck bombs. Weighs means thinking about it. I think. This is the media set-up. Feed us a little weigh and see how we react. Let us weigh awhile. Look at that fucking stride. Jesus wept. And someone should alert security there is an unknown woman near Joe and no secret service protection anywhere to be seen. What’s that paper in his hand? Is that his cluster fuck bomb decision or another check to cash? Does he have any other suit colors besides blue? Does blue and brown go together?

 As we know these government secret security agents are sneaky maybe even invisible. They are there. They can pop up at any time.

Bobby going with color black. Back in black. Popular color over the last couple of years.

After he weighed it for a few hours he calls the media who are waiting in the other room and tells them what they already know he’s going to say. He’s giving cluster fuck bombs to Ukraine—final decision. This should end the war in about a hundred years.

 These are leftovers from the US Eye-rack war. The US didn’t use too many of them because they wouldn’t blow up bridges and hospitals. Also, they didn’t have the “high kill,” numbers. They are real good at blowing off arms, legs, but if the enemy still has one arm he can still return fire until he bleeds to death. Also, these US cluster fuck bombs have a use by a certain date sticker on them. Use’em or lose’em. When I was a teenager, I used words close to those on my girlfriend in the back seat of my 68 GTO .

Immediately Joe gets pounced on by the media as if this isn’t all staged. Joe uses the index finger defense and easily counters the media who are seen pretending to take notes.

 After his cluster fuck defense he announces that the US is low on ammunition as if this isn’t all staged for our amusement.

Why don’t we just stop fucking around and announce to the world we’re giving that money whining baby brat president in Youcrane six nuclear bombs. The real deal. Our best. The ones we have stockpiled in case of an alien invasion. They don’t have the sticker, Use it or Lose it attached on the under belly. Is six enough? And wouldn’t that be just fucking great, we give our ammo away and then these goddamn aliens show up in flying saucers. Now, what are we going to use against them slingshots? No. We will use our fighter jets. Just last year we shot down five, maybe six in a row. One a day. It was easy. They all crash landed in heavily wooded areas, so we couldn’t get to the alien craft but we will.

I maybe the only MF-er in America who would love to experience Kamala Harris as president. Maybe the entire world. Please God. Call me a masochist. I think people believing, participating in this circus democracy are the masochist. The “vote them out,” believers. I’m a gardener not a masochist. I love salad.

 I crave her word salads. Imagine us receiving them daily. The daily cackle. “We’re giving the Youcrainians a nuclear bomb—(CACKLE). Youcraine is a smaller country near the middle east close to other small countries being bullied by a larger country.”—(Cackle).”

 God, I repent of all my sins—never committed one. I was only a teenager then. God won’t count that as a sin. Fun in a 1968 GTO shouldn’t be a sin. I’ll repent just in case; wouldn’t want to go to hell for all eternity for experiencing a little back seat teenage fun.

Over the last three years we often hear people say she’s a heart attack away from being president, from putting her finger on the button. Don’t believe it. Is there really a button? Has it ever been photographed? What color is it? Do you really think the ET’s here doing human experiments underground are going to let stupid humans randomly drop nuclear bombs on each other and fuck up their lab work? Besides, nuclear bomb dropping first has to be cleared with the WEF, with the Rothchild’s, the secret societies, and the WHO. Who else? That all takes time.

“There is such great significance to the passage of time.”—Kamala Harris