And now, "we" get out the "whipsaw." An avowed Socialist Labor Economics professor told me how to do this. That's not "spy training!" I was trying to get a Master's in Public Administration! Out I went, with damn near a 4.0. To add insult to injury, janitor staff walked me to work like an SS detail (them in a circle around me going toward the Capitol Square in Madison, Wisconsin. What was that crap, Obama?) How did Bush 41 pull that off? Where is the nonsensical letter from the Dean? Still in the PENSKE truck? Has Civil war 2.0 started yet? Don't leave me out! Eurofighter, please! Son, you can stay behind, play your little video game, and jerk-off in public. As the great Danny ee often said [never to me], "I have no use for you."
The Target I Won't Pay My Taxes Nutty Citizens Sovereign Commission Indictment:
1. Look for nutty blanket for patient, get poisoned. Blood running out of nose? BP a bit high? (Like near heart attack, Alberto). I went on WARD H to write in the chart and glare at Dr. R, who is probably yet another lesbo. "Dr. Q?" AWOL.
2. Burbank, Ca? Too many counts. I'm busy, sonny boy.
3. Newbury Park, CA 91320? Talk back to an outdoor security cam and get searched? Only in the Wild Wild West under Arnie Prussian. Microwaved in the hotel? During the "Transition Period." Nutjob, Betsey is looking at YOU. "They" know me, yet even I have a question. If the oh so fired FBI uses "undercovers" to achieve cheap-o, no additional National Security "set-up jobs," in order to justify their gross incompetence (and Direct Deposit)--"Hughes, get to the question!--are these undercovers bums pretending to be FBI, or FBI pretending to be bums? I know all of these guys already? That figures. How's Governor Lynch doing?
No comments:
Post a Comment