@Partisangirl @grok Ask about these government officials. The perp only served 10 years on a life sentence; LATER practiced medicine in Indiana for 30 years before his main occupation became illegal immigration facilitation.
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Well Elon?
Why would ANY constituent country of
European Christendom
be inviting ANY
Sub-Saharan African
to enter?
Why would ANY constituent country of
European Christendom
be inviting ANY
Sub-Saharan African
to enter?
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@CardinalDolan @orderofmalta @CNEWA @iamCARITAS @KofC Well, Dolan, at least you are consistent and predictable.
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@HuwhitePrussian Let's hope.
Many a less obvious
traitor-in-training
has flipped once in office,
and once the m✡️ney starts flowing in.
Many a less obvious
traitor-in-training
has flipped once in office,
and once the m✡️ney starts flowing in.
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To the real point, Russia shares the same problem as the rest of, as the other constituent countries of
European Christendom:
Russians do not have enough children.
Descendants of European Christendom do not like living in abject squalor.
No family wage = no families --- because "Oligarcgold toilets than preserve "their" country or behave decently toward "their fellow" man.
Result? Children not even at replacement level, well below, in fact, for us, that is.
Muslims -- or is it only Sunnis? -- seem skilled at creating countries from which their own people with to escape at first opportunity.
National "leaders," who really do just love presidential-class international travel, INEVITABLY succumb to argum✡️nts to just import Muslims
and
Sub-Saharan Africans
and
Sub-Continental Asians
to replace the children we do not conceive and the children we ABORT.
After all, we are all just blank slates.
The "blacks" can just be taught to be Russians.
European Christendom:
Russians do not have enough children.
Descendants of European Christendom do not like living in abject squalor.
No family wage = no families --- because "Oligarcgold toilets than preserve "their" country or behave decently toward "their fellow" man.
Result? Children not even at replacement level, well below, in fact, for us, that is.
Muslims -- or is it only Sunnis? -- seem skilled at creating countries from which their own people with to escape at first opportunity.
National "leaders," who really do just love presidential-class international travel, INEVITABLY succumb to argum✡️nts to just import Muslims
and
Sub-Saharan Africans
and
Sub-Continental Asians
to replace the children we do not conceive and the children we ABORT.
After all, we are all just blank slates.
The "blacks" can just be taught to be Russians.
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@ustonymc What did this man die for?
However brave and well meaning, he certainly did not die for our freedom or safety.
However brave and well meaning, he certainly did not die for our freedom or safety.
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Yes, free speech fraudsters of X, I see you are dropping Followers from this channel.
And yes, we know the ethno-religious identity of Elon's smoke-and-mirrors collaborators on
Space X-SpaceLink-X --- make $50B look like $1.2T ---
so no, there will be no free speech on X le
do not find useful, though
venting facilitators
are useful for them.
And yes, we know the ethno-religious identity of Elon's smoke-and-mirrors collaborators on
Space X-SpaceLink-X --- make $50B look like $1.2T ---
so no, there will be no free speech on X le
do not find useful, though
venting facilitators
are useful for them.
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@grok
Both quotations are substantially accurate in content and attribution, with minor caveats on wording/presentation (Gaddafi) and title (Gaddafi).
Both quotations are substantially accurate in content and attribution, with minor caveats on wording/presentation (Gaddafi) and title (Gaddafi).
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@RogerJStoneJr @BeschlossDC Our civilization is being destroyed.
Sorry, we've moved pasted all this. Nixon and Agnew were as myopic as everyone else.
They don't matter.
Sorry, we've moved pasted all this. Nixon and Agnew were as myopic as everyone else.
They don't matter.
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Our prayers should be that these others and we ourselves get and remain right with God.
They are not helping but hindering us. NEVER abandoned Holy Mother Church because of them, because of men like Cardinal Heal Me With Your Mouth, or the popes (plural) who promote and maintain sst Church offices.
They are not helping but hindering us. NEVER abandoned Holy Mother Church because of them, because of men like Cardinal Heal Me With Your Mouth, or the popes (plural) who promote and maintain sst Church offices.
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@MID_RF Скажите Трампу, что он получает энергию, когда C✡️kehead в Киеве перестаёт получать данные о целях для убийства россиян.
Согласны?
Согласны?
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@MID_RF Скажите Трампу, что он получает энергию, когда C✡️kehead в Киеве перестаёт получать данные о целях для убийства россиян.
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@mfa_russia Tell Trump he gets his energy when the C✡️kehead of Kyiv stops getting targeting data to kill Russians with.
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@abelardoblaz @SerbiaBased Serbians elected a lesbian as their Prime Minister, now acting or interim President.
The shared problems of European Christendom find no resolution in Orthodox v. Catholic conflicts or even comparisons, quite the opposite.
The shared problems of European Christendom find no resolution in Orthodox v. Catholic conflicts or even comparisons, quite the opposite.
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@RogerJStoneJr @GenFlynn All prosecutions in the United States from this point forward will be political, not justice-based.
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@mfa_russia NAZIs?
Apologies, Maria Vladimirovna, but it is time for you and Sergei Viktorovich to have a reality check.
Apologies, Maria Vladimirovna, but it is time for you and Sergei Viktorovich to have a reality check.
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@EmmanuelMacron Macron, you have nothing of value to say.
You are a national and a civilizational embarrassment.
You are a national and a civilizational embarrassment.
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@mfa_russia It is not possible to hate Zelenskyy and Macron enough.
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🧵
Saint Michael’s on his mountain in the sea-roads of the north
(Don John of Austria is girt and going forth.)
Where the grey seas glitter and the sharp tides shift
And the sea folk labour and the red sails lift.
He shakes his lance of iron and he claps his wings of stone;
The ormandy; the noise is gone alone;
The North is full of tangled things and texts and aching eyes
And dead is all the innocence of anger and surprise,
And Christian killeth Christian in a narrow dusty room,
And Christian dreadeth Christ that hath a newer face of doom,
And Christian hateth Mary that God kissed in Galilee,
But Don John of Austria is riding to the sea.
Don John calling through the blast and the eclipse
Crying with the trumpet, with the trumpet of his lips,
Trumpet that sayeth ha!
Domino gloria!
Don John of Austria
Is shouting to the ships.
King Philip’s in his closet with the Fleece about his neck
(Don John of Austria is armed upon the deck.)
The walls are hung with velvet that is black and soft as sin,
And little dwarfs creep out of it and little dwarfs creep in.
He holds a crystal phial that has colours like the moon,
He touches, and it tingles, and he trembles very soon,
And his face is as a fungus of a leprous white and grey
Like plants in the high houses that are shuttered from the day,
And death is in the phial, and the end of noble work,
But Don John of Austria has fired upon the Turk.
Don John’s hunting, and his hounds have bayed—
Booms away past Italy the rumour of his raid
Gun upon gun, ha! ha!
Gun upon gun, hurrah!
Don John of Austria
Has loosed the cannonade.
The Pope was in his chapel before day or battle broke,
(Don John of Austria is hidden in the smoke.)
The hidden room in man’s house where God sits all the year,
The secret window whence the world looks small and very dear.
He sees as in a mirror on the monstrous twilight sea
The crescent of his cruel ships whose name is mystery;
They fling great shadows foe-wards, making Cross and Castle dark,
They veil the plumèd lions on the galleys of St. Mark;
And above the ships are palaces of brown, black-bearded chiefs,
And below the ships are prisons, where with multitudinous griefs,
Christian captives sick and sunless, all a labouring race repines
Like a race in sunken cities, like a nation in the mines.
They are lost like slaves that swat, and in the skies of morning hung
The stair-ways of the tallest gods when tyranny was young.
They are countless, voiceless, hopeless as those fallen or fleeing on
Before the high Kings’ horses in the granite of Babylon.
And many a one grows witless in his quiet room in hell
Where a yellow face looks inward through the lattice of his cell,
And he finds his God forgotten, and he seeks no more a sign—
(But Don John of Austria has burst the battle-line!)
Don John pounding from the slaughter-painted poop,
Purpling all the ocean like a bloody pirate’s sloop,
Scarlet running over on the silvers and the golds,
Breaking of the hatches up and bursting of the holds,
Thronging of the thousands up that labour under sea
White for bliss and blind for sun and stunned for liberty.
Vivat Hispania!
Domino Gloria!
Don John of Austria
Has set his people free!
Cervantes on his galley sets the sword back in the sheath
(Don John of Austria rides homeward with a wreath.)
And he sees across a weary land a straggling road in Spain,
Up which a lean and foolish knight forever rides in vain,
And he smiles, but not as Sultans smile, and settles back the blade....
(But Don John of Austria rides home from the Crusade.)
Saint Michael’s on his mountain in the sea-roads of the north
(Don John of Austria is girt and going forth.)
Where the grey seas glitter and the sharp tides shift
And the sea folk labour and the red sails lift.
He shakes his lance of iron and he claps his wings of stone;
The ormandy; the noise is gone alone;
The North is full of tangled things and texts and aching eyes
And dead is all the innocence of anger and surprise,
And Christian killeth Christian in a narrow dusty room,
And Christian dreadeth Christ that hath a newer face of doom,
And Christian hateth Mary that God kissed in Galilee,
But Don John of Austria is riding to the sea.
Don John calling through the blast and the eclipse
Crying with the trumpet, with the trumpet of his lips,
Trumpet that sayeth ha!
Domino gloria!
Don John of Austria
Is shouting to the ships.
King Philip’s in his closet with the Fleece about his neck
(Don John of Austria is armed upon the deck.)
The walls are hung with velvet that is black and soft as sin,
And little dwarfs creep out of it and little dwarfs creep in.
He holds a crystal phial that has colours like the moon,
He touches, and it tingles, and he trembles very soon,
And his face is as a fungus of a leprous white and grey
Like plants in the high houses that are shuttered from the day,
And death is in the phial, and the end of noble work,
But Don John of Austria has fired upon the Turk.
Don John’s hunting, and his hounds have bayed—
Booms away past Italy the rumour of his raid
Gun upon gun, ha! ha!
Gun upon gun, hurrah!
Don John of Austria
Has loosed the cannonade.
The Pope was in his chapel before day or battle broke,
(Don John of Austria is hidden in the smoke.)
The hidden room in man’s house where God sits all the year,
The secret window whence the world looks small and very dear.
He sees as in a mirror on the monstrous twilight sea
The crescent of his cruel ships whose name is mystery;
They fling great shadows foe-wards, making Cross and Castle dark,
They veil the plumèd lions on the galleys of St. Mark;
And above the ships are palaces of brown, black-bearded chiefs,
And below the ships are prisons, where with multitudinous griefs,
Christian captives sick and sunless, all a labouring race repines
Like a race in sunken cities, like a nation in the mines.
They are lost like slaves that swat, and in the skies of morning hung
The stair-ways of the tallest gods when tyranny was young.
They are countless, voiceless, hopeless as those fallen or fleeing on
Before the high Kings’ horses in the granite of Babylon.
And many a one grows witless in his quiet room in hell
Where a yellow face looks inward through the lattice of his cell,
And he finds his God forgotten, and he seeks no more a sign—
(But Don John of Austria has burst the battle-line!)
Don John pounding from the slaughter-painted poop,
Purpling all the ocean like a bloody pirate’s sloop,
Scarlet running over on the silvers and the golds,
Breaking of the hatches up and bursting of the holds,
Thronging of the thousands up that labour under sea
White for bliss and blind for sun and stunned for liberty.
Vivat Hispania!
Domino Gloria!
Don John of Austria
Has set his people free!
Cervantes on his galley sets the sword back in the sheath
(Don John of Austria rides homeward with a wreath.)
And he sees across a weary land a straggling road in Spain,
Up which a lean and foolish knight forever rides in vain,
And he smiles, but not as Sultans smile, and settles back the blade....
(But Don John of Austria rides home from the Crusade.)
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White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard,
It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his a of all the earth is shaken with his ships.
They have dared the white republics up the capes of Italy,
They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the Sea,
And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss,
And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross,
The cold queen of England is looking in the glass;
The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass;
From evening isles fantastical rings faint the Spanish gun,
And the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the sun.
Dim drums throbbing, in the hills half heard,
Where only on a nameless throne a crownless prince has stirred,
Where, risen from a doubtful seat and half attainted stall,
The last knight of Europe takes weapons from the wall,
The last and lingering troubadour to whom the bird has sung,
That once went singing southward when all the world was young,
In that enormous silence, tiny and unafraid,
Comes up along a winding road the noise of the Crusade.
Strong gongs groaning as the guns boom far,
Don John of Austria is going to the war,
Stiff flags straining in the night-blasts cold
In the gloom black-purple, in the glint old-gold,
Torchlight crimson on the copper kettle-drums,
Then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then the cannon, and he comes.
Don John laughing in the brave beard curled,
Spurning of his stirrups like the thrones of all the world,
Holding his head up for a flag of all the free.
Love-light of Spain—hurrah!
Death-light of Africa!
Don John of Austria
Is riding to the sea.
Mahound is in his paradise above the evening star,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
He moves a mighty turban on the timeless houri’s knees,
His turban that is woven of the sunset and the seas.
He shakes the peacock gardens as he rises from his ease,
And he strides among the tree-tops and is taller than the trees,
And his voice through all the garden is a thunder sent to bring
Black Azrael and Ariel and Ammon on the wing.
Giants and the Genii,
Multiple of wing and eye,
Whose strong obedience broke the sky
When Solomon was king.
They rush in red and purple from the red clouds of the morn,
From temples where the yellow gods shut up their eyes in scorn;
They rise in green robes roaring from the green hells of the sea
Where fallen skies and evil hues and eyeless creatures be;
On them the sea-valves cluster and the grey sea-forests curl,
Splashed with a splendid sickness, the sickness of the pearl;
They swell in sapphire smoke out of the blue cracks of the ground,—
They gather and they wonder and give worship to Mahound.
And he saith, “Break up the mountains where the hermit-folk can hide,
And sift the red and silver sands lest bone of saint abide,
And chase the Giaours flying night and day, not giving rest,
For that which was our trouble comes again out of the west.
We have set the seal of Solomon on all things under sun,
Of knowledge and of sorrow and endurance of things done,
But a noise is in the mountains, in the mountains, and I know
The voice that shook our palaces—four hundred years ago:
It is he that saith not ‘Kismet’; it is he that knows not Fate ;
It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey in the gate!
It is he whose loss is laughter when he counts the wager worth,
Put down your feet upon him, that our peace be on the earth.”
For he heard drums groaning and he heard guns jar,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
Sudden and still—hurrah!
Bolt from Iberia!
Don John of Austria
Is gone by Alcalar.
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard,
It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his a of all the earth is shaken with his ships.
They have dared the white republics up the capes of Italy,
They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the Sea,
And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss,
And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross,
The cold queen of England is looking in the glass;
The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass;
From evening isles fantastical rings faint the Spanish gun,
And the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the sun.
Dim drums throbbing, in the hills half heard,
Where only on a nameless throne a crownless prince has stirred,
Where, risen from a doubtful seat and half attainted stall,
The last knight of Europe takes weapons from the wall,
The last and lingering troubadour to whom the bird has sung,
That once went singing southward when all the world was young,
In that enormous silence, tiny and unafraid,
Comes up along a winding road the noise of the Crusade.
Strong gongs groaning as the guns boom far,
Don John of Austria is going to the war,
Stiff flags straining in the night-blasts cold
In the gloom black-purple, in the glint old-gold,
Torchlight crimson on the copper kettle-drums,
Then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then the cannon, and he comes.
Don John laughing in the brave beard curled,
Spurning of his stirrups like the thrones of all the world,
Holding his head up for a flag of all the free.
Love-light of Spain—hurrah!
Death-light of Africa!
Don John of Austria
Is riding to the sea.
Mahound is in his paradise above the evening star,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
He moves a mighty turban on the timeless houri’s knees,
His turban that is woven of the sunset and the seas.
He shakes the peacock gardens as he rises from his ease,
And he strides among the tree-tops and is taller than the trees,
And his voice through all the garden is a thunder sent to bring
Black Azrael and Ariel and Ammon on the wing.
Giants and the Genii,
Multiple of wing and eye,
Whose strong obedience broke the sky
When Solomon was king.
They rush in red and purple from the red clouds of the morn,
From temples where the yellow gods shut up their eyes in scorn;
They rise in green robes roaring from the green hells of the sea
Where fallen skies and evil hues and eyeless creatures be;
On them the sea-valves cluster and the grey sea-forests curl,
Splashed with a splendid sickness, the sickness of the pearl;
They swell in sapphire smoke out of the blue cracks of the ground,—
They gather and they wonder and give worship to Mahound.
And he saith, “Break up the mountains where the hermit-folk can hide,
And sift the red and silver sands lest bone of saint abide,
And chase the Giaours flying night and day, not giving rest,
For that which was our trouble comes again out of the west.
We have set the seal of Solomon on all things under sun,
Of knowledge and of sorrow and endurance of things done,
But a noise is in the mountains, in the mountains, and I know
The voice that shook our palaces—four hundred years ago:
It is he that saith not ‘Kismet’; it is he that knows not Fate ;
It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey in the gate!
It is he whose loss is laughter when he counts the wager worth,
Put down your feet upon him, that our peace be on the earth.”
For he heard drums groaning and he heard guns jar,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
Sudden and still—hurrah!
Bolt from Iberia!
Don John of Austria
Is gone by Alcalar.
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@RealJarTaylor What is most interesting is the ethnicity of these guys, that is, their language ..... or .... is it whether they are Protestant, Catholic or Jew?
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@JohnCleese Cleese, you ain't seen nothing yet. Wait until the Black and Brown are the majority of soldiers.
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@DougAMacgregor Is that legible, diesel at $8.27 oh' and 9/10ths. The 9/10ths is a nice touch.
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Wouldn't you be better positioned to answer this question, which Rabbi?
I thought there was only one.
Not that this matters, but I have been to Iceland a dozen times, beginning on 12 September 1983.
Is Iceland becoming a better country?
The countries that waited longer to commit sg invasion are better than those who chose to do it earlier?
AFTER seeing the disaster caused by Sub-Saharan Africans, Muslims, etc. -- and far worse, caused by our handling of this situation -- the Icelanders say, "Great, let's follow the UK, Sweden, the Netherlands, Belgium, etc., and make our streets unsafe for our children too!"
Sorry, the stupidity of choosing this AFTER the evidence is overwhelming makes Icelanders WORSE than, for example, Americans, who inherited these problems.
I thought there was only one.
Not that this matters, but I have been to Iceland a dozen times, beginning on 12 September 1983.
Is Iceland becoming a better country?
The countries that waited longer to commit sg invasion are better than those who chose to do it earlier?
AFTER seeing the disaster caused by Sub-Saharan Africans, Muslims, etc. -- and far worse, caused by our handling of this situation -- the Icelanders say, "Great, let's follow the UK, Sweden, the Netherlands, Belgium, etc., and make our streets unsafe for our children too!"
Sorry, the stupidity of choosing this AFTER the evidence is overwhelming makes Icelanders WORSE than, for example, Americans, who inherited these problems.
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@realstewpeters @WhatTheFekete @HowleyReporter @BasedSamParker "My daughter's addressing the Irish parliament, abortion issues"
youtu.be/-0VT2Jgi5_4?si…
youtu.be/-0VT2Jgi5_4?si…
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@StewPetersNet "My daughter's addressing the Irish parliament, abortion issues"
youtu.be/-0VT2Jgi5_4?si…
youtu.be/-0VT2Jgi5_4?si…
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@mfa_russia Please, Russia, give the power elites in the Anglosphere and Western Europe all the honor they deserve: None
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