Anonymous ID: a0f357 Jan. 3, 2024, 7:01 a.m. No.20175391   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>20175287

Because it's his job. I suspect, though with no official training, just what I've picked up on my own along the way, that it's a form of topic dilution create a Pavlovian response to tune out that info. Doesn't seem like he's trying to make it a topic to discuss but one to ignore because of the way he presents it sort-of-thing. He's a clown.

Anonymous ID: a0f357 Jan. 3, 2024, 7:56 a.m. No.20175639   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>5644 >>5645

>>20175622

>It's what Jews do, kill innocent people with bombs.

Yeah, it's the Jews that are known for using IED's and suicide bombers. Nothing but slime and dishonesty and misrepresentation from you. Have to protect your masters somehow though, right, you paid posting piece of shit?

Anonymous ID: a0f357 Jan. 3, 2024, 8:33 a.m. No.20175806   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>20175720

The whole wearing C_A and FIB pins during the Trump administration was very suspicious, and I was very vocal about that but perhaps he's turned a new leaf? POTUS Trump seems to like him though, so I backed off. Something in me is saying that Hannitus still has a role to play.

Anonymous ID: a0f357 Jan. 3, 2024, 8:54 a.m. No.20175896   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>5915

>>20175841

Funny story. Got off shift from working at the saw mill back-in-the-day before college and a bunch of us went to the strip club for beers. Was me, my roommate that also worked there, another guy we worked with, and the boss' son. All drinking, having a good time, when it comes time to leave it was like a light switch and the roommate and the other guy started scrapping. The boss' son and I just looked at each other wondering what the fuck was going on. By the time we got over the surprise the other guy was on top of the room mate giving the ground & pound and I went to break it up, enough was enough, wasn't going to see my roommate get his head cracked open or something.

 

I can't remember what I said to him, but he stopped punching the roommate, looked up at me and got really mouthy, which surprised me again considering how well everyone was getting along before going outside the bar. I can't remember what he said but it pissed me off so I started swinging. He turtled and I just ended up punching the top of his skull and, wouldn't you know it, got a boxer's break in the 4th metacarpal. The boss' son, grabbed me and pulled me off the guy and told me to keep it cool. Next thing you know a car pulls up flashing red and blues, asks the boss' son and I some questions and hauled the roommate and the other guy off to the drunk tank.

 

I went home, lived across the street from the strip club so it wasn't a far walk. I was distraught. Back then the concept of friends fighting with each other used to enrage me. So, for shits and giggles, I called Miss Cleo's number.

 

I was expecting bullshit, I thought all that stuff was just a scam, but I figured it could be fun and maybe calm my nerves a wee bit. Wasn't Miss Cleo, was some other lady. She asked me to say my name, then asked me to say something 3 times, can't remember what. Then she saysโ€ฆ and there was strain in her voiceโ€ฆ that she saw broken knuckles. I had just broke my hand on a guy's head about 20 minutes prior. Always found that exchange interesting when looking back on it.