Anonymous ID: 43e3ff Nov. 16, 2020, 3:36 a.m. No.11666538   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>6548 >>6552 >>6591 >>6638 >>6860

Scavino tweets Kipling honoring President Trump on the alleged real anniversary of GHWB's death.

 

  1. https://twitter.com/DanScavino/status/1327436666492112897

 

  1. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46473/if—

 

  1. https://twitter.com/comey/status/1062853932576321538?lang=en

 

  1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detention,_Treatment,_and_Trial_of_Certain_Non-Citizens_in_the_War_Against_Terrorism

 

  1. http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_lawofjungle.htm

Anonymous ID: 43e3ff Nov. 16, 2020, 3:37 a.m. No.11666548   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>6638 >>6860

>>11666538

 

If…

 

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

 

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

 

Kipling

 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46473/if—

Anonymous ID: 43e3ff Nov. 16, 2020, 3:38 a.m. No.11666552   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>6638 >>6860

>>11666538

 

The Law of the Jungle

 

NOW this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky;

And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.

 

As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back —

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

 

Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;

And remember the night is for hunting, and forget not the day is for sleep.

 

The Jackal may follow the Tiger, but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown,

Remember the Wolf is a Hunter — go forth and get food of thine own.

 

Keep peace withe Lords of the Jungle — the Tiger, the Panther, and Bear.

And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Boar in his lair.

 

When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,

Lie down till the leaders have spoken — it may be fair words shall prevail.

 

When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar,

Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war.

 

The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,

Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come.

 

The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,

The Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.

 

If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay,

Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop, and your brothers go empty away.

 

Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can;

But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!

 

If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride;

Pack-Right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.

 

The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat where it lies;

And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.

 

The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He may do what he will;

But, till he has given permission, the Pack may not eat of that Kill.

 

Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling. From all of his Pack he may claim

Full-gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.

 

Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim

One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same.

 

Cave-Right is the right of the Father — to hunt by himself for his own:

He is freed of all calls to the Pack; he is judged by the Council alone.

 

Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,

In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of your Head Wolf is Law.

 

Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they;

But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is — Obey!

 

Kipling

 

http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_lawofjungle.htm

Anonymous ID: 43e3ff Nov. 16, 2020, 3:48 a.m. No.11666591   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>11666538

 

By posting this Kipling poem on the anniversary of the authorization of military tribunals for civilians, Scavino my be hinting that the ballot stuffing will be met not by US courts but by military tribunals.

 

  1. Pre-voting: Manually discard Republican ballots and replace them with manufactured ballots for Democrats. One solid month of Democrat party agents alone with all ballots prior to the election.

 

  1. Election day: Voting machines are programmed and calibrated to simply report Republican ballots as Democrat ballots with no accountability.

 

  1. Post-election: The pretext of vote-by-mail is used to explain the millions of manufactured ballots that are falsely assigned to Democrats who did not vote. Democrat agents needed to wait until after election day in order to know which names they could submit. This intensely manual process requires that no Republican poll watchers be present.

 

A quarter of state Attorney Generals and Governors may be going to Gitmo.