Or he can retreat to his fainting couch and hang out with the women and children.
Dig with a vicious sense of purpose.
Imagine the look in his eyes when the little nigger boy from Kenya realizes he's been completely abandoned.
PS: And I'm not really American either.
Bang Bang Q's Hammer came down on their heads
Bang Bang Q's Hammer made sure they were dead
Let's get all the billions back that pussy hat Hussein gave to Iran first.
Priorities, bitch.
You have none.
I'll most definitely NOT be shutting up, Mr. Huff & Puff.
PS: Who's "everyone," Cinderella?
Media needs some trips to GITMO.
BINGO!
Trying to just sit here and enjoy it, but so many goddamned anons siting all around me here in the theater just keep bitching and moaning. With so many distractions, it makes it hard to watch.
Bigly.
Another worthless, anti-American mulatto.
Some old women wear a shower cap for their hair.
This old woman wears a shower cap for her body.
The world's most wanted terrorist is also the world's most stupid motherfucker.
The Acostaesque among us can't see that.
Huber is not sitting on his hands. Neither are the 470.
Mike is a shameless opportunist.
Butthurt?
Well said.
She'll be shitting boulder-size bricks one day when she sees Jesus as he is NOW:
"Then I turned to see the voice that spoke with me. And having turned I saw seven golden lampstands, and in the midst of the seven lampstands One like the Son of Man, clothed with a garment down to the feet and girded about the chest with a golden band. His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes like a flame of fire; His feet were like fine brass, as if refined in a furnace, and His voice as the sound of many waters; He had in His right hand seven stars, out of His mouth went a sharp two-edged sword, and His countenance was like the sun shining in its strength. And when I saw Him, I fell at His feet as dead. But He laid His right hand on me, saying to me, 'Do not be afraid; I am the First and the Last. I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore. Amen. And I have the keys of Hades and of Death.'"
Q owes you nothing.
Paper ballots, no (Soros) machines.
Where? Never seen even one.
Some day she'll face God and he'll tell her she's going to be aborted.