Anonymous ID: a93126 March 25, 2019, 7:54 a.m. No.5880724   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>0777 >>1004 >>1019 >>1035 >>1054

Starting the Meme War to call out ROBERT FRANCIS O'ROUKE

 

Let's not call him 'BETO', his real name is Robert Francis O’Rourke

 

He needs to be called out on it daily.

He stole the 'Beto' reference to get the Mexican vote.

 

Beto is a nickname for Roberto in Spanish.

Robert Francis O’Rourke is IRISH.

 

Fire at will.

Anonymous ID: a93126 March 25, 2019, 8:21 a.m. No.5881004   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>1070

>>5880724

 

"THE SONG OF THE COW"

Robert Francis O'Rourke worships a ball-buffing, butt-shining, ass-waxing cow that provides "milky wonder."

 

Poem he wrote:

 

I need a butt-shine

Right now

Your are holy,

Oh, sacred cow

I thirst for you,

Provide Milk

 

Buff my balls,

Love the Cow,

Good fortune for those that do.

Love me, breathe my feet,

The Cow has risen.

 

Wax my ass,

Scrub my balls

The Cow has risen,

Provide Milk.

 

Oh, Milky winder, sing for us once more

Live your life, everlusting joy.

Thrust your hooves up my analytic passage,

Enjoy my fruits

 

Provider of Cheese and other wonderful dairy products,

We will cleanse your inner intestines.

We will bathe in your Pungent Odor

Gather cotton.

 

Count my eyes,

Smell my skin,

Love the Scarecrow and the Milkman.

I live only for eternity,

Thirst for the undrinkable.

 

Hold the heat,

Praise the dough boy at the pizza shop.

Love the Oxen dung!

Anonymous ID: a93126 March 25, 2019, 8:23 a.m. No.5881019   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>1029

>>5880724

 

Robert Francis O'Rourke, 46, acknowledged in an exclusive Reuters interview that he belonged to the oldest group of computer hackers in U.S. history - the Cult of the Dead Cow.

Anonymous ID: a93126 March 25, 2019, 8:27 a.m. No.5881054   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>5880724

 

Robert Francis O'Rouke fantasy to kill children

 

Another t-file from O’Rourke, written when he was 15, is a short and disturbing piece of fiction.

 

“One day, as I was driving home from work, I noticed two children crossing the street. They were happy, happy to be free from their troubles…. This happiness was mine by right. I had earned it in my dreams.

 

“As I neared the young ones, I put all my weight on my right foot, keeping the accelerator pedal on the floor until I heard the crashing of the two children on the hood, and then the sharp cry of pain from one of the two. I was so fascinated for a moment, that when after I had stopped my vehicle, I just sat in a daze, sweet visions filling my head.”