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For the reelection of President Trump, that is. Let us count the evidence based reasons.
As with the last do little for his "people", much less for his Dark Continent family, affirmative action President, how much of this half Negress's education/job advancement was on racist policies of color rather than character? MLK roles in his grave.
While 'Frisco DA, and CA State AG, she bemoaned the prison overcrowding, a fair amount occurring on her watch. The usual Democrat do as we say. Policy mismanagement, while Rome burns. Who's surprised?
And in spite of the usual shuck 'n jive pander to Black prisoners, unlike other state A's G, she did little to end the overcrowding, with sentencing reforms, etc. Shades of typical Democrat policy excellence in public education, the dole, economic development in inner cities, and so much less.
But where would this, yes another, Democrat alt-liberal lawyer, be without mastery of the use of the race card? Her main target? Why sniffy, creepy, likely impaired uncle Joe himself.
Don't take my words for it, Peebles. Re-play a little of the recent debates. where all two dozen wannabees ragged on our promise keeping President Trump, for a variety of reasons, mostly imagined. But there was one who focused more than the others on VP Biden's extensive real racist past. His actions on school busing, leadership on prison policy (further filling jails with Blacks), and long list of Southern Democrat white racist pals and associates. Mz. H. named many of the latter, for which she caused VP Biden much consternation. Fortunately for her, his memory issues seem to have failed him once more with his choice of her.
But speaking of the debates, and other aspects of the proto-candidates' run for the job, just how'd she do, after a brief initial IPO style entry? She fizzzed and dropped out, rarely getting more the 5% of approval, or of votes.
We see, she's touted by the biased media as a "moderate Democrat", as with uncle Joe. Patriots and lovers of our constitutional Republic know otherwise.
But along with Biden, she has also mastered the wishy washy core Democrat approach to governance, and statespersonship, which is a cautionary tale in this dangerous world.
This further puts her and him into a bind, as anyone knows, who has seen the recent move of this party toward the Communist ideological left.
But there is a bright side. At least sniffy Joe has spared her his praise for B Hussein. As of yet, he hasn't said that she is well spoken, and CLEAN.
And oh yes, let's not forget the red knees and back, greasing the political skids for Kamela dearest.
Making this up? Not me.

The Expressivity of the bloom is captured within the strain of the Blossoming Rose. A Melancholic hue fills the foyer of my mind as I tease my transfixed stare with the temptations of pressing upon the thorns a bit harder with each passing stroke as I caress the stem of the Rose. Each leaf dangling there slowly losing its life as it gives all that it has left for the life of what’s more than just a flower. And in my baneful selfishness I contemplate the idea of being in control as I press harder upon the thorns as I contemplate the girl, I am about to give this Rose to. Like the wick of an old lantern that holds what oil is left within it My hope for satisfying her every desire steadily burns within me yet to an end that will come at a time unknown. Yet like the wrecking ball that tears through structures to make way for new foundations courage beckons me to think not of the thorns or the temptations to earn the right of giving, by bleeding there upon them, I am swayed into a luring motion of handing the rose out to her awaiting her quick yet soft embrace of its profound beauty. In my mind the Rose crumbles to dust and ash. Yet in my hand it remains intact ever so vibrant in its warming majestic glow, of Natures endless words, of a love unspoken. And I with trembling knees extend my arm and hand, the Rose leaning towards her as if it was thirsting for the light of the sun. Yet I am poor and can't afford to buy a rose, so I go and pick a Dandelion instead. What Love I have I'd long to give, if I could but afford that which would by grace express it. And then with a saddened repose I swallow my saliva as if it were a melancholic wine to savor, for I hath no one to give the Dandelion to for the girl I'd long to love I had only imagined. Was I a fool for the imagery or a romanticist for the motions? I felt grieved with resentment for it was pointless to pick the Dandelion. Yet for some reason I began to smile as I realized the Dandelion carried within it many many seeds to spread forth its life anew: or maybe, I could just kiss her hand.

How many females like there man too be smooth from the down???????

Working up like that , that you can see your face in the mirror everyday.
do you know that it is really end of your real life when you leave to saw it.
If your humanity is dead . its only a suspicion of yours that you're alive.


I think in these days you can leave the mirror .


Is something happen ? Don't be angry dear.

Pls saw it .

And check your reality.

Two bottles of water, some nuts and an apple…and I’m good to go.

The skies are grey, the rocks are grey, the water is grey, the middle of November. No wind and mild.

Alone in the whole fjord… or so it felt until that loud splash behind my back. Turned around and indeed there were signs of disturbed water. Started slowly to circle the place and it surfaced in the beginning of the second loop. Paddled in wide circles for some time, enjoying the company, then continued with the usual rout. And it followed me for some while. Wasn’t the first time a seal followed me, but this one made a splash with its back flippers, when it felt like I haven’t turned for a while to look at it. Seals…

Otherwise, the usual for the season and the place: more swans than Canada geese. One or another V-shaped formation. A lot of young herons: some fishing, some flying both solo and in larger groups. And a bird of prey, that could be a sea eagle.

Returning in the dusk, that part of the day when the sun got down, but it isn’t dark yet; when the last ones are finishing their daily activity and hurrying back to the nest; when everyone is trying to keep quiet… and there’s me paddling carefully for the last kilometre, trying not to disturb this delicate silence…

I consider every occasion as it could be the last one. It feels more special in that way.

My focus has been on work and home remodeling this week, but I noticed a calmness in the blogs that can only be described as and Exorcism.
Toward the end of last year, I witnessed demons flying around the room from time to time and things were building to a point where it overshadowed all aspects of normality.
I'm guessing the Bishop of CS came all the way from the Vatican to burn incense, sprinkle some Holy Water and vanquished the spirits about.

....I'd put my money on a few things. No conviction of out Brilliant Dazzling Incomparable Promise Keeping President Trump. A continuation of the great economy and job scene. Further progress on the wall, immigration policy, EU NATO fairer contributions, and the China deals. Continuation of Trump's successful addition to the numerous appeals courts. One or two more successful LIFETIME appointments by the Trumpman to the SCOTUS. An end to taxpayers' support for NPR/PBS---National Proletarian Broadcasting---and a different but equal public alternative. Real revamping of the tax system. Infrastructure,--- bipartisan, long overdue improvements, and lots more, such as more support from minorities for the Big Guy. And continued successes in the 2020 elections, including return of Orange Top to the WH, and of the House from socialist wacko skirts. But How about wagers of one USD for the above. Any takers?

I like to walk at night, City, the old part I live near, is calm and receiving, its like two of us see each other unobtrusively,
dark night is color of the deep indigo ink, lights are cold, streets are empty, presence of old houses and tall, sleeping trees....
sometimes as a lovely surprise still there full of grace and colors in the dark, all lit up, left there for the winter, we still want to call it winter, a Christmas time tree...
they say beauty is everywhere, I think its true, not many are able to see it though....
good night in quiet, cold night of winter dream...

....Tedious beyond belief. Hohoho. And even more annoying. Hardee, har, har. Don't we all just want to choke them? Whoopee. When they rub it in. Yum,yum,yum. Worse when they are successful. Yipety yay. And we are sure they look down their noses at those who can't make it as well. Boy-oh-boy. ---no Bolton, no witnesses, no conviction, huge boost to 4 more years! Way to go. Delicious. Suck it up.Yeowee!

I like to look in the mirror as much as the next supermodel, but how about when the mirror starts talking back?

Do I want to smash the mirror?
Do I listen and 'reflect'?
Do I find humor and objective value in what the mirror has to say?
Can I laugh at my own reflection?

WTF am I talking about?

Slipped Disc, of course.
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