Catholicon for Voracity? More!
Money holders, banks, employers, financial providers, the rich, greedy, opulent, debt pushers, credit mongers, interest dealers, land grabbers, carpet baggers, municipal monopolisers, opportunists, capitalizers. capitalists, venture capitalists, prosperity stealers, “patent, intellectual, artistic, literature plagiarizers”, slave drivers, investment capitalists, pension robbers, “below the minimum wage enthusiasts”, prosperity stealers, land grabbers, property hijackers, business pirates, conglomerations, incorporations, corporations, franchises, “Lets bring in fruit pickers from foreign countries on temporary Work Visas to work for half of minimum wage, conniving farm and food corporations”, “Lets pay so called refugees $2500.00 to $3000.00 per month (which well exceeds the North American’s old age pensions that may amount to $1800.00 per month if you work to 65 or 67 years of age) to move to Canada because the cold weather of Canada outweighed the fictitious CIA generated danger from CIA developed terrorist groups (ISIS) and implanted surrogates created solely for North American’s brainwashing, and the prosperity monopolization of Syria and other selected countries, in the way of the oil pipelines to Saudi Arabia.”, government migration ministries, culturist groups and associations. In other words, the 1 percenters and all their world wide buddies, wanabes, slaves, and slave masters, agencies, mercenaries, and international law enforcers.”
Excise Levy Conformed for the Prosperity of the Extralocal
Any one that would dispute this is conned by the government that everything is “A” ok and they are spending your tax dollars in a humane mannerism. It is our turn to toil and suffer even more now to make way for these, already wealthy and/or educated refugees so they can be implanted in our jobs and steal our birthright to our country’s prosperity. This is nothing new. It has happened time after time. But this time it has exceeded sane levels of restraint and reason. I have no problem with any culture but if I have to work for them now because the government has decided to give them my prosperity, I believe that it is antagonistically purpose minded to divide the cultures and people even more to lasso more control over an awakening public that know something is not right with our political systems when they offer our prosperity to our neighbors. Personally, I do not care who they give the money to but it is a clear signal that the political systems in North America are missing a couple of marbles and are not fit to run our countries. The US, now with 2 equivocal candidates that in either event, will destroy the county, blitzing any freedoms and rights we have left.
It is the election of the 2 evils. It is actually being called that. Vote for the lesser of the 2 evils. Pretty lame. I say vote for “none of the above”. Or a no confidence vote. The only solution to ensure that by some miracle, somebody competent may take the throne. But the choice is clear. Vote for a chauvinist pimp, or a money grubbing whore. Wow, what a choice. I feel sorry for the US citizens that will be standing in the voting booth, scratching their heads, wondering what candidate would produce the lesser evil. Back and forth with negative political ads about the other candidate, like two school yards brats, calling each other names during recess. I think men and women are on level terms. There will always be debate who is smarter or more capable, but in a sense, this battle is done. This campaign is just a revive of an old argument designed to further create more divorce, separatism, alcoholism, substance abuse and the dismantling of the family unit. But, while the 1 percenters live in their million dollar homes, acting like they are above it all, floating on a white cloud of saintly hood, they watch and laugh, looking down as they witness the humility of the masses they created and are maintaining by endorsing no hope to prosper, or progress as a family unit. I would like to say the 1 percenters are headed for hell, but I think they would be rejected because of their boorish snobbism, causing extreme boredom, only to be enthralled and doomed to a eternity of neutralism (purgatory).
Yucky Hily and Wacky Donny Episode 2: Terms of Procurement
Hily, standing on a street corner in downtown Rome, under a dank street lamp, illuminating her form in a shadowy, dimming effect, giving off an illusion of attractiveness, dressed in a short, black, stretchy miniskirt, black fishnet stockings, black pumps with chrome pointed heels, and a long black, bulky sweater that disguised her actual figure. Heavy mascara, blue eyeshadow and ruby red lipstick excessively enhanced her eyes and lips, with thick face makeup camouflaging her age and wrinkles. Hily just finishing a cigarette, tosses it lit, into the corner sewer. A black car pulls up, Hily jumps in, and the car drives off. 15 minutes later, the same car pulls up to the same, dank street lamp, and Hily exits the car, standing there again while lighting another cigarette. Hily tosses her lit cigarette into the corner sewer as another car pulls up. Hily gets into the car and it drives off. Hily gets dropped off and picked up again by various cars during the course of the evening. After the last car drops her off at the same, dank street lamp, Hily starts walking down the sidewalk counting a wad of Euros, then placing the wad into her ruby red purse.
Meanwhile back in a small apartment not far away, Donny was sitting in a faded arm chair recliner, with his left arm exposed, tied off above the elbow with a rubber surgical tube, tapping his vein in his forearm. With the vein popping up under his skin, with several track marks evident, he inserted a needle of a fit in a non-collapsed portion of the vein, filled with liquefied morphine. Injecting the morphine and releasing the rubber surgical tube from his teeth, he sits back and rubbed his forearm as he enjoyed the initial rush of the injection. Just then the front door opened, and Hily entered and threw her purse on the coffee table. Hily looked at the inebriated Donny sitting back, now totally spaced. “Did you save some for me Donny?” asked an anxious Hilly as she kicked off her pumps and sat on the couch next to Donny occupying the arm chair. Donny looks up, with a stony glance, at Hily. “There is some still in the fit baby.” said Donny enjoying his high. Hily grabbed the rubber surgical tube, tied off above her ankle, grabbed the readied fit and injected the morphine between her large and middle toes. With a wince and sigh of pleasure, she released the rubber surgical tube from her teeth, sat back, and enjoyed the exhilarating rush. After a few moments, Hily looked at Donny, now a little more alert. “Did you make some money for me tonight baby?” said Donny in a nice but commanding tone. “Oh yes, Donny. I made 700 Euro. Are you proud of me honey?” asked Hily seeking approval. “Yes baby, you did fine. Give it here!” said Donny holding out his hand. Hily gave him the Euros without hesitation. “Good girl. I will not have to spank you tonight.” slurred Donny looking at her legs. “You can if you want to babe. You know I like your discipline!” said Hily as she got up and walked into the bathroom.
“May be later baby. I have to make sure my other girls are working first.” said Donny with a ghoulish grin. “Ok Donny! Just don’t use our bed for that, ok?” said Hily from the bathroom pulling out another wad of Euros from her bra. “You know that is our sacred place baby. I would never do another woman on our bed.” said Donny getting up then coming into the bathroom behind Hily. By that time Hily stashed the extra wad of Euros in her panties. He grabbed her breasts and started massaging them. “You know what I want baby.” said Donny in a low tone. Hily turned around, pulled her top down exposing her breasts, dropped to her knees…but suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. Hily stood up and pulled her top back to normal. They both walked into the living room. By that time, several FBI agents swamped the area and started to grab and place all the drugs and paraphernalia into bags for quick disposal. A woman in plain clothes walked up to Hily. “Come on Hily, we got to get you cleaned up. The election is only 2 weeks away, and you are a mess. You cannot be caught living with him. Are you nuts Hily?” said Hily’s PR and campaign manager. “I love him, get it?” said Hily in an adolescent tone. “You are coming with me whether you like it or not! You will have plenty of time after the election. Ok people, get her back to the States ASAP!” commanded Hily’s PR and campaign manager. “Yes mother!” said Hily in a defiant tone as the FBI agents covered her with a robe and carted her off out of the apartment down to a van parked on the street. From there the van departed towards the international airport. Back in the apartment, Donny was standing their alone. “I guess I better call my campaign manager to come and get me too.” said Donny picking up the phone and dialing the number…
“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)
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