I basically raised my Siamese co-joined identical twin with lobster claws for hands. I knew right away we all had a special, stunning and brave future beyond the stars. He throws up on his food first before eating it and then we March in parades and receive participation trophies.
DoD Law of War Manual
Learn it, live it, love it.
Chapter 18 coming to a theatre near you.
Sounds about right. It’s a lose lose situation for a Patriot. Only hope would be to dismantle communist media and big tech as 1st thing the moment you hit the Oval Office. Reinstall Smith-Mundt Act and imprison owners of fake news. Make them liable for their content.
That dad played it all wrong. At the very beginning of it all, move his daughter and the grandkids into his home. Buy a shit drop gun from a swap meet. Wait for Scumbag Jarhead to make it a few feet onto the property to the front stoop. Cut him in half with a 12 gauge. Kneel down to “check his pulse” and put the drop in his shooting hand. Problem solved permanently with about 30 minutes of “man-work”. The white-man needs to start playing for keeps Frens.