They found out how much was going into The Paris Climate Accords. They street level hustler in them is trying to grab a piece of the pie.
Woke up to find out kids were sterilized and some of them killed themselves after the experiments under Fauci's watch. That escalated quickly.
Anyone that tries to present that argument makes me think they're using the argument as a shield and it's actually who's presenting the argument that's the problem. Look here, not there sort of thing. Your problem is you present the argument as their entire ethnicity, not the criminals hiding amongst them. That's why you fail here.
Now you're putting words in my mouth with your loaded question. Better luck next time.
Never forget that when he was fired for pedo'ish tweets he went on to make a superhero horror movie about a dark take on the Superman origin, where the evil character's symbol is very similar to the brand of sacrifice. He made that movie as a message, I'm sure of it. Then he got hired back not long after to do GotG3.
You son of a bitch.
>How do we know Bongino didn't hold kids down for HRC?
Because he was assigned to Barrack.
How much in kickbacks has Lady G made from the Ukraine war?
Nice copypasta, bruh!
In the realms of men, a legend stands tall,
Over eight inches, a wonder to all.
A burden to bear, both blessing and curse,
A secret companion, within trousers immersed.
The city streets and alleys, mostly it roams,
A part of me, secret, yet proudly it shows.
With great gravity it swings, both low and wide,
In awe of the power I carry inside.
Some men marvel, some women, they gasp,
At this legend in sight, impressive in grasp.
But with every long stride, my secret revealed,
A symphony of whispers, my presence unseals.
Not a lonely existence, nor a paradox dire,
Encompassing a cage of lust and desire.
To harness this power, to wield it with care,
A true master learns neither, pride nor despair.
The world unprepared, yet forever intrigued,
Despite their reaction, it's freedom, my creed.
Eight inches of secrets, and longing oppression,
Alluring in chaos, it's my hidden possession.
So I walk on most humble, embracing the weight,
This monumental burden, not born just of fate.
What's seen in the shadows, within shadows will stay,
As I strive to be more than just inches one day.
>MOR ~~ON~~ AN
morAN, anon, morAN.
Well fuck. Jumped the gun and hit reply before verifying the contents of the clipboard.
Eat the berries
Did someone say compromised pussy?