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Dead babies were piled, right outside their front door. Planned Parenthood, didn’t care what people thought anymore. They felt empowered, they knew the D-rats had their back. The last thing they worried about was a right-wing attack. The Supreme Court had ruled, their path forward was cleared. In the blue states anything goes, no matter…

If Trump is always right and Joe Biden is always wrong. How can we ever expect them to play nice and just get along. If Trump tells the truth about Joe, and Joe lies about Trump. How can we not come to the conclusion, Brandon’s a chump. Joe takes Trump’s words and twists them around.…

Joe Biden says, “watch Me,” with his stupid a*s smirk. The whole world’s watching, our compromised jerk. His U.N. speech was a joke, He bored the world to death. Reading his damn teleprompter, spun out on meth. He wasn’t Truthful, he was spreading more lies. He was spewing pure excrement, attracting sick flies. Biden’s never…

Is Joe on a rebound, is his brain on the mend. Is he quick like a greyhound, or fast cutting wind. Has he regained our trust, is he less apt to shuffle. Has he lost that hard crust, no more senseless kerfuffles. Has he stopped taking drugs, has the fog cleared. Have they worked out…

MISSILES ARE FLYING Mission accomplished, Joe Biden mumbled. The missiles are flying, the football was fumbled. What do you mean? Jill Biden screamed. Things looked much worse, than they first seemed. Joe’s mind was gone and Jill was to blame. She pushed him to this, for fifteen minutes of fame. She was first fool. Forget…

Twas the night before yesterday and all through New York. Folks were regretting, electing Eric Adams, The Dork. Criminals running rampant, citizens cowering behind doors. The streets are not safe for cops or streetwalking whores. Children are tossing and turning, crying in their beds. While nightmares of groomers, fill their little heads. Grandpa and grandma…

There was a little demonrat, renting out my cellar. Like the plague I avoided him, he was such a nasty feller. His eyes were red and beady, he had a pointed snout. He’d find his way back home, every time I threw him out. He was proud to be a demonrat, he was a cunning…

More sh*t to be pis*ed at, more lies being spread. More smoke and mirrors, from MSM’s talking heads. More obvious pandering, more hypocritical twits. More sh*t hitting the wall, the BS never quits. More puppet masters, more puppets on chains. More fools in our faces, more garbage filled brains. More gross stupidity, more satanic evil…

His circuits were shorting, his batteries fried. He experienced a glitch, each time he lied. His mouth popped open, he hemmed and he hawed. Stuck between words he ummed, ured and ahhed. His eyes lost their sparkle, they pinpointed red. The eyes of the devil, looked out of his head. His mouth became fixed in…

The missing link, at long last, has been found. It’s been seen in the Whitehouse, hanging around. It prefers the dark corners, damp basement rooms. Where it hides the young children it likes to groom. Falling from the tree of creation, it hit every branch. Scraping and grinding, a long jarring cranch Causing irreparable damage…