"The late rocker Meat Loaf was outspokenly anti-vaccine mandate and anti-mask before his death — once telling a reporter, 'If I die, I die, but I’m not going to be controlled,' according to reports Friday."
I worry that some of these severe COVID-19 cases in outspokenly anti-jab-mandate public figures involve "hits" by TPTB rather than naturally occurring illness. Funeral Director, John O'Looney is another example.
Mutton to see here folks...and the crowd moved along, gobsmacked by the skillfully-composed crescendo (bravo!). I would add that while the inclusivity game has no winners, it sure is entertaining. 🐏🐑🐏
Imagine you're a "survivor" of an ex-Soviet socialist republic (SSR) and you're watching Americans, fucking Americans!!, play these bullshit Marxist "egalitarian" games. This would have to be a hypothetical as actual ex-SSRs are too consumed with Russian hatred, even though it's been 30 years and it means siding with unironic Nazis (pus they lost any moral high ground when they adopted COVID tyranny)
Even in Eastern Europe the laptop class has swallowed the propaganda hook line and sinker. I bet there's a very nice correlation between the proportion of laptop class persons in a country and the number of jab takers.
Tha nazi alignment came after the sheep were caught in the covid web. 99% did the switch seamlessly
Uh-oh having this dim vivid sweaty memory of a ringing in my ears for days after sitting on the riser next to the speaker while this never-heard-of-him guy named Meatloaf and a couple of his buddies blew the roof off an open keg party at Psi U way before yesterday...
You're at some-sort-of meet 'n greet, no one knows each other, & you're all seated around a largish round table.
There's a nice lady seated at the table, & unfortunately she accidentally lets one rip.
Well...
Within 100000000000000th of a nanosecond you decipher the entire logos of the situation & hurl yerself into action.
One nanosecond post-fart, The Good Lady is already blushing in embarrassment & thinking up a good excuse for said release.
Simultaneously, the other table sitters are clearly ready to release some muffled laughter, which will of course just heighten The Good Lady's concern.
Some of the guys at the table are already composing mental jokes that they can't wait to tell the others, when The Good Lady excuses herself from the room to get a drink of water.
So...
You quickly stand up, direct your entire focused benevolent energy toward her and in a calm & resolute voice you say to her, "Are you challenging me to A Fart-off, Good Lady?, because if you are, I must inform you I AM a graduate of the Frank Furtmueller School of Fartology, & "don't make me crank up the war machine." (just make up any silly name that comes to mind. you announce this as a karate master would warn any challenger before fisticuffs).
Now...
As the other sitters were just about to make The Good Lady the object of their comic derision, they forfeit their attention upon her & aim it at you.
They quickly start exchanging angered glances at each other & begin saying to each other mentally, things like, "Hey, who the hell does this guy think he is, she's just a poor lady, we completely love her, just leave her alone, you douchebag."
The Good Lady is obviously stunned by the fortunate turn-of-events, & does not know what to say.
You look upon the entire gathering & say all-too confidently, "Yeah, I didn't think so."
You walk in long, dramatic strides towards the door, exemplifying a Great Sense of Accomplishment, (you pray the door is an inward-opening door) open the door, & let it smash you in the forehead, & scream, "Ow, that hurt."
Like a covidian bat out of wuhan hell.
Poor meatloaf.
https://www.tmz.com/2022/01/21/meat-loaf-dead-dies-singer/
Meat Loaf was anti-vaccine mandate, reportedly seriously ill with COVID before death
https://nypost.com/2022/01/21/meat-loaf-was-reportedly-anti-vaccine-before-dying-from-covid-19/
"The late rocker Meat Loaf was outspokenly anti-vaccine mandate and anti-mask before his death — once telling a reporter, 'If I die, I die, but I’m not going to be controlled,' according to reports Friday."
I worry that some of these severe COVID-19 cases in outspokenly anti-jab-mandate public figures involve "hits" by TPTB rather than naturally occurring illness. Funeral Director, John O'Looney is another example.
🤔
Loved his music , I was so sad Heidi . He needed the true good stuff .😞
Wool done! Will you be baaaaack?
Mutton to see here folks...and the crowd moved along, gobsmacked by the skillfully-composed crescendo (bravo!). I would add that while the inclusivity game has no winners, it sure is entertaining. 🐏🐑🐏
What the fuck is this?
As someone aptly responded to this tweet: "It’s folk in a lunatic asylum having a chat"
I couldn't have said it any better myself!!!!
Linking as always @https://nothingnewunderthesun2016.com/
This is Collapse of Empire.
Enjoy the Decline.
The Empire has always been owned by the same people who are now destroying America.
That Kamala Harris video... oh Lord. 🙄
Love the talking sheep!
My preferred pronouns are the/she/it...
Thank you Chad Prather for that absolute classic! The devil hates being mocked, so mock the hell back at them.
I thought we are to rebuke them🙅🏻
I’ve been reading a lot about spiritual warfare and demonization lately. Mock and rebuke is a good 1-2 punch
I wondered where this was going...
Imagine you're a "survivor" of an ex-Soviet socialist republic (SSR) and you're watching Americans, fucking Americans!!, play these bullshit Marxist "egalitarian" games. This would have to be a hypothetical as actual ex-SSRs are too consumed with Russian hatred, even though it's been 30 years and it means siding with unironic Nazis (pus they lost any moral high ground when they adopted COVID tyranny)
Even in Eastern Europe the laptop class has swallowed the propaganda hook line and sinker. I bet there's a very nice correlation between the proportion of laptop class persons in a country and the number of jab takers.
Tha nazi alignment came after the sheep were caught in the covid web. 99% did the switch seamlessly
Lol Kamala
I love bat out of hell
"There's a man in the shadows
with a *u* in his eye"
"There's evil in the air
and there's thunder in the sky"
"I'm gonna hit the highway
like a battering ram"
"But with every other beat
I've got left in my heart"
"That's pure and good and right
And wherever you are
and wherever you go
There's always gonna be
some light"
"And the moonlight's shining through"
"And my skin is raw,
but my soul is ripe"
"Still beating, still beating..."
YOU & GODFATHER
ARE BOTH
FANTASTIC !!
FOR YOU BOTH...
Always...
VERY.
VERY.
FUNNY !!!
~
Now, she-blue.
Well... she's stark-ravin' crazi'.
~~
Your Earth body,
May be made outta meat.
But you're no loaf.
REALLY ENJOYABLE PIECE.
Kudos !
It's nice to have some fun,
In The Midst.
"...it’s because I had extra grass and weeds for lunch..."
~~~
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Uh-oh having this dim vivid sweaty memory of a ringing in my ears for days after sitting on the riser next to the speaker while this never-heard-of-him guy named Meatloaf and a couple of his buddies blew the roof off an open keg party at Psi U way before yesterday...
How To Be A Hero
(or...a sort-of lone ranger)
Here's one possible scenario:
You're at some-sort-of meet 'n greet, no one knows each other, & you're all seated around a largish round table.
There's a nice lady seated at the table, & unfortunately she accidentally lets one rip.
Well...
Within 100000000000000th of a nanosecond you decipher the entire logos of the situation & hurl yerself into action.
One nanosecond post-fart, The Good Lady is already blushing in embarrassment & thinking up a good excuse for said release.
Simultaneously, the other table sitters are clearly ready to release some muffled laughter, which will of course just heighten The Good Lady's concern.
Some of the guys at the table are already composing mental jokes that they can't wait to tell the others, when The Good Lady excuses herself from the room to get a drink of water.
So...
You quickly stand up, direct your entire focused benevolent energy toward her and in a calm & resolute voice you say to her, "Are you challenging me to A Fart-off, Good Lady?, because if you are, I must inform you I AM a graduate of the Frank Furtmueller School of Fartology, & "don't make me crank up the war machine." (just make up any silly name that comes to mind. you announce this as a karate master would warn any challenger before fisticuffs).
Now...
As the other sitters were just about to make The Good Lady the object of their comic derision, they forfeit their attention upon her & aim it at you.
They quickly start exchanging angered glances at each other & begin saying to each other mentally, things like, "Hey, who the hell does this guy think he is, she's just a poor lady, we completely love her, just leave her alone, you douchebag."
The Good Lady is obviously stunned by the fortunate turn-of-events, & does not know what to say.
You look upon the entire gathering & say all-too confidently, "Yeah, I didn't think so."
You walk in long, dramatic strides towards the door, exemplifying a Great Sense of Accomplishment, (you pray the door is an inward-opening door) open the door, & let it smash you in the forehead, & scream, "Ow, that hurt."
"...xyr,..."
~~~
Ok. You see right there. That's gotta be a Sagittarius.
"I’m a male sheep so technically I’m a polled ram."
~~~
Oh God !!! please don't tell me, ANOTHER, Red-Hot-Chilin', Sure-Footin', Mountain Climber !
OH BROTHERS !
I thought you mights be a fightin' fish.
https://youtu.be/iJu-AnzyQBI