Back under the rock she came out of Lol, I have been unaffected by politics for over 20yrs now (apart from telling everyone they are being played when they come out with "it's the (insert any party you like) and I will never be lured back into (turkeys voting for xmas) voting, the mere sight of sturgeon and other's across the world confirms to me it was the right decision, Ignore everything they say and do. Respect & X2 U & All
So many women/men who should not be in politics giving the impression that uk citizens are dim dumb and stupid, Dianne Abbott, Boris Johnston, Liz Truss, David Cameron the list is endless, name me one who has integrity and intelligence ?.............didn't think so, watch Emily Thornberry being plank like around the 5min mark https://youtu.be/j_cV_jknAys I picked this because there are so many other obvious plank like moments that everyone has probably seen . Respect & X2 All
You wrote: “she got so close to actually declaring war on Russia and China that she could have been blowing the Black Nobility in a lined up gang bang.”
I did wonder if that might be a little too pointed and crude for a grannie like me to be saying...... but then I thought: Nah, it is accurate, leave it in! 🤣😂
I’ll be honest, it surprised the crap out of me when I read it, but then if I really think about it, why wouldn’t she know the term/description? You’ve been out in the streets for 55 years fighting the fight. I’m figuring you probably have a Doctorate in Street Smarts.
Bet that was a fun education. The woman I live now was completely in the dark about the dark side of life, believed vaxxines, fluoride, the medical mafia were all good things. Now she’s a rabbit hole freak. I’ve created a monster. I’m not sure there’s a better feeling then guiding some to the light and they can actually see it. Guidance is the key. Forcing something doesn’t work that I can see.
Correct that she was groomed Francis. I also saw that and called it out months ago. Move from Trade to Foreign Sec back in Nov 21 was the red flag that got me watching closer. It became obvious after that, the PR ops & speeches as you say.
I sadly agree with you. Bloody Liz is a war hawk puppet, even more so than the rest. She is so vacant that she requires crib notes to read for all her scripted speeches. As is evident by her Easter speech and others, she is a liar. She is a black witch, the bane of Britain.
I watched this video out of curiosity last night. It's an interpretation of a rune reading from 28th July. I found it quite interesting. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpsXyiE93vw
She will be tucked up in a bunker nowhere near any war zones! Nukes are SO last century, Stan! Don't you know that the Black Nobs have Space Stations, Satellites with Directed Energy Weapons, Drones, Biological Weapons, Chemical Weapons, Weather Warfare and absolutely no need for personnel to risk their lives?
The war is already underway with media propaganda, financial assistance to idiots like Zelenskyy, depleted uranium eating people alive all over the Middle East, Israel bombing Syria, Saudis bombing Yemen, substitute internet facilities via satellite, full global surveillance, colour revolutions, food shortages, false flag events, assassinations and electro-magnetic radiation via 4G+5G towers worldwide..... add the vaccine programs and what do we have? GENOCIDE.
Is it raining there yet? One quick question. I remember in the beginning to the middle of the Plandemic, if you wanted to visit England, you either needed to be Vaxxed or be quarantined for 10 days. Is that still in affect? Or have they lightened up on that?
In the south we have had two days of rain at last. Thunder, lightning, the whole works. The air is much cooler and cleaner now. My Aussie friend came to visit in January and she just needed a positive PCR test. Then she had to do 10 days quarantine. It was a farce. Nobody checked up on her and we never heard if the PCR test she did at the end was pos or neg. Mad nonsense, all of it.
She is going home to Perth in a few days. I will miss her but chances are she will get itchy feet and be back to visit again in a year or so - IF we are still here and not taken out by the incoming Carrington Event - 23rd Sept.
I do as well. You seem extremely social. I find that to be a great trait to have. I am as well. I get it from my mother. I’ve had at least 10 people, who are not relatives, tell me that mother is the greatest person they’ve ever met. She is pretty amazing. At 91 her and I throw a party at least once a month for 20 to 40 people. Be it a birthday party for one of the grandkids or a party for one of her dying friends, her nick name is Kathy Kavorkian. Have you ever talked about what you’re going to have dinner while you’re eating breakfast or lunch, she’s that way parties. We’ll start planning the next one in the middle of the party that’s going on.
Have you ever spent any time on dating sites after your husband passed or after you got divorced? If you have then you know how boring peoples profiles can be. Sooner or later one falls asleep from sheer boredom. I decided to lighten things up. The woman who responded where way more my type, then the ones who might have though there’s gotta be something wrong with this guy. Enjoy
I’m a SWM, I know being a single white male is super popular these days. I'm a in dead-end job. seeking a dumpy neurotic for mutual psychological torture, tepid sex, and co-dependency. I enjoy drinking, smoking, pornography, and self-righteous indignation.
I can't stand movies, and the last album I bought was The Marshall Tucker Band's Greatest Hits. I have middling intelligence but try to appear smarter by affecting a world-weary air, memorizing useless facts, and chuckling at my own mean-spirited, agenda-driven jokes.
I'm 55, but look 65, and feel 75.
I'm hoping you're a whiny, bitter shrew with a misplaced sense of entitlement and unrealistic expectations. In time you will become coolly hostile when I don't fulfill every unmet need you've ever had. Bonus points if you just finished screwing every guy in town and but now want to take it slow with me.
My perfect night would include getting hammered in a sleazy bar while you flirt with seedy old drunks, followed by an embarrassing screaming match. I would be open to an unsatisfying fling that leaves me filled with regret and dread but prefer a long-term, soul crushing descent into booze and pills. No friendships. I don't need any goddamn friends.
Age unimportant, but I will condescend to women under 40 and rehash mother issues with women over 50.
Serious replies only, who have a great sense of humor please.
🤣😂 OMG you are a riot! I would have replied to that but no.... I have never used dating sites. I meet people in real life and then can't get shot of them.... 🤣😂
Question: what’s your single biggest fear about this Plandemic? Mine is that like the banking scandal of 2008 or the misleading us into the war based on WMD’s or... (insert crimes here), that nobody will be called to justice. And I’m not talking some local town officials who required people to wear face masks after the fact, but I’m talking the big name important people. These people should hang, not apologize.
Are you familiar with Dr. David Martin and the Fauci Dossier? In it there is enough evidence to send him and his cronies to the gallows. And yes I know they are puppets of the Black Nobility. Then they should hang or help bring down the BN. And then hang them. Since we are never told the truth in history we keep repeating the same history mistakes. If no one pays, one ould think that it’s ok to be full of crime. I’m just ranting a bit. What’s your biggest fear.
My biggest fear is that billions of people will die and those of us who might manage to survive will be scrabbling to survive while being hunted down to become slaves.
I am prepped to the teeth here! Preparing for currency to be exchangeables like candles, lighters, toilet rolls, tinned foods and fresh water. Prepared for food shortages with cupboards brimming. We have stocked up for many months slowly. We have bug out bags, waterproof sleeping bags, tents and blow up mattresses. We have contingency plans which involve activities I cannot discuss. We have really thought about this. We laugh all the time. We know we have survival skills way beyond average cos we are hippies.... the irony of being society's outcasts and finding our skills super valuable has not escaped our attention!
Like I said before the sins of the father don’t have to be but usually are passed on to the son or daughter. I was able to break that cycle, both my parents believed in corporal punishment. Why? I suspect that they their parents did as well. I’m not really complaining though. I know I have lived a pretty cherished life, especially when I look around at and see what people experience as far as life goes. I’ve come to realize that people what they think is right. My father could be a difficult person to be around when he was around. His father left him at the age of twelve, packed everything up and said to him as he was pulling out of the driveway, “good luck with her, she’s crazy and I can’t handle her anymore.” He didn’t see his father until he graduated from college. So for my father family was everything. Keeping a tight-nit family was all he wanted and he was going to have even if he drove a stake between us to get it. Abuse is a very real thing. I read about your husband and it makes me think, people only do what they think is right and have experienced. That’s why I question, at least here in the states our penal system. They want to tell you it’s a rehabilitative system, but it’s not even close. Your husband “learned”as my father did, as we all do, to be who we are. A real pedophile not a satan worshipping PedestoPedophile, but a real one doesn’t come up with crap on their own. I gotta believe that they were taught at a very young age. The reason I know this, just recently I met a woman off of FetLife, and she told me her story and I was shocked. She said she started having sex at the age of 8, she had been groomed since she was 4. Had sex with her uncle at 8. And the story goes on from there. I did ask why she never said anything to anyone, and she said I kinda liked it. The only reason I bring it up is she said her uncles were abused as children although they didn’t look at it as abuse. And so they cycle continues.
I believe we are lucky, I don’t know when you started studying eastern philosophy/religion but for me it was my freshman year in high school. It completely changed my life.? I went from a Catholic, everything is done to you in life, to reading the Buddha, and the Autobiography of a Yogi that you create and are responsible for your life. At one point I would use my relationship with my father as a read for not excelling in life. I wanted to be friends with him. But then realized, it’s not his job to be my friend. It’s his job to be my father. It was a game changer.
Most people contract some form of food poisoning at least once a year. Most of the time the symptoms are mild, and can even be mistaken for a 24 hour flu bug. Other times, the symptoms are similar to one having a very bad case of the flu, but rarely do people ever need to go to the hospital for food poisoning. Just by its nature, the probability of contracting food poisoning from fish is always higher than most other foods. This is why, based on personal experience, I recommend that no one ever engage in anal sex after your date ate a large fish dinner.
We hadn’t been dating that long, only about a month. Even though we'd only been dating a short time, we were having sex since the second date, and it was the best, freakiest, porno-style sex of my life. Seriously, this was the kind of sex that every man, deep down, dreams about having at least once in his life. It was the kind of sex that I had wished for ever since my voice started changing. It was with this woman, and only with this woman, that I was ever addressed with the phrase, “Use your whole fist for Christ’s sake.”
On one now infamous date night, we were enjoying a romantic dinner at an upscale seafood restaurant. Through the entire meal, however, sex was all that was on our minds. In retrospect, every date we ever went on seemed to just be a temporary diversion from the best part of the night, which involved animalistic insertions, feral lickings and brazen misuse of food products.
We emptied wine bottle after wine bottle over the course of the dinner, and by the time the main course arrived, fish for her and lobster for me, she slipped off her shoes and casually masturbated me under the table with her stocking covered feet. Completely plastered and horny by the end of the meal, we decided to skip dessert in the restaurant because a much sweeter dessert “was being prepared in her hot, wet crotch,” she said. I paid the bill and narrowly avoided getting a speeding ticket, not to mention a DUI, during the drive back to my place.
By the time we got into my apartment, we were tearing each other’s clothes off. Sloppy in our drunkenness, we knocked over two lamps during our horny, groping journey into the bedroom. Once in the bed, she got down on all fours, arched her back, and presented her delicious ass to me. I grunted my approval while aiming my rock-hard cock missile at her hairy silo. When the head of my cock began to penetrate her lips, she stopped me.
“No. Stuff it in my ass,” she hissed at me, sounding both horny and angry at the same time. "Are you sure,” I asked? She giggled as she said, “If I could handle last night. . .”Oh yeah, I thought. Last night’s adventure involved a clown mask, three packets of Pop Rocks, and a twenty-inch replica of the Eiffel Tower. What the hell was I thinking? Of course she could handle some anal-action. She reached between her legs and began lubing up her asshole with her own pussy juices. Where did I find this girl? I thought. I was in horn-dog heaven. Blessed.
Not being an expert in anal intrusion, I slowly eased my way into her lovely stink-star. First the head, then a quarter of the shaft, and soon I was buried to the hilt between her ass-cheeks.
“Go slowly,” she said, half moaning, half panting in both pleasure and pain, I think. I did as she bid, and very slowly began pulling out, like a steam piston on an old locomotive beginning its first run in a century. Almost all the way out of her, but keeping the head firmly planted in her ass-iris, I slowly began inserting again.
“Yeeeeees!” she moaned and began diddling her clit. Soon she said, “Faster.” So faster I went, the tempo increasing until the train was running at full speed, the piston pumping in and out so fast my cock became a complete blur, her hand rubbing her clit like she was trying to start a friction-fire in her pussy.
“Gnnnnnnnah!” she screamed. Thinking she was close to orgasm, I pumped that ass even faster, faster than Amish meth-head churns butter. “Gnnnnnahstoooop,” she screamed, or something like that, because the noise in my head was drowning out the reality around me, for in my head I heard a steam locomotive, chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-Woo-Woo! Barreling down the tracks, and somehow I pumped even faster. “YES!” I screamed. She started reaching behind her and flailing on the bed in what I thought was ecstasy— “—Stop!” she screamed, able to finally get out the word I had mistaken for groans of ecstasy moments ago. She screamed this with such volume and guttural, primal force that it had the effect of pulling the emergency brake on a 100,000 pound locomotive running at full speed. The sex act squealed to a halt, and I pulled my cock out of her ass like the rip-cord on a parachute. Did someone order champagne? No, that popping noise was my cock coming out of her ass.
“Arrrrrrgh!” She screamed, as I yanked my cock free. And then it happened. Immediately after my cock popped out, I was sprayed from belly to thighs with watery, fish-smelling diarrhea. "What the—-?” I said, not able to get the word ‘fuck’ out of my mouth because of my shock at the brown funk lining my body. As she sprayed me, she seemed to be propelled forward by the force of the jet-propelled diarrhea, and she collapsed onto her stomach. "Oh. My. Fucking. God.” I murmured, completely shell-shocked. Everything was still. Like being outside with no one around as snow is falling. I could hear my wind-up alarm clock ticking on my dresser. I stared at my shit-covered body. I surveyed the room to see if there was any collateral damage. The trajectory of the diarrhea spray was similar to buck-shot in a sawed-off shotgun; it was everywhere. Unfortunately, during the sex act she had been facing the feet-side of the bed, which meant that the headboard, my bedside table and lamp had poop on them as well. Even my bedside clock had a few speckles staining its face. The bed sheets: Killed in Action. A total loss.
I looked at my date, lying there motionless. I called her name. No response. I called her name while shaking her a bit. Nothing. Fear shot through me, as I thought, “Oh my god, what if she’s dead?” But this fear quickly dissipated when I heard her snoring. She was passed out from the wine.
I on the other hand was no longer blasted drunk, because the blast from her ass rendered me completely sober. This night was definitely going down in the (ahem) annals as the all time worst date of my life. In fact, I had to invent a new special category, “Even the Devil would feel sympathetic,” to describe this night.
I cleaned up. I cleaned her up. I cleaned the headboard, the dresser, the lamp and the clock. With some manipulation of her passed out body, I was able to wrangle the sheets from the bed and throw them down the garbage chute. By two in the morning, I found myself lying on my couch, drinking Jack Daniels from the bottle. I don’t remember passing out myself, but I can say that unconsciousness didn’t come soon enough.
“It was food poisoning,” her voicemail message explained to me the next day. After some silence, she added, “The fish.” More silence. “Sorry.” She left this message the following day, around 2:00 p.m. I had slept until Noon, and, thank God, she was gone when I woke up. How do you face that? She never called me again. I never called her. I definitely learned two valuable lessons that night: 1) Never have anal sex after a sea food dinner. 2) Be careful what you wish for. There’s only one other experience in my life that entered into the “Even the Devil would feel sympathetic” category, and frankly I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to tell that story. Let’s just say that the morning after a great one-night-stand, the beautiful woman you banged the night before can certainly use your bathroom. . .but she shouldn’t be more comfortable standing up while she pees.
I am speechless! I read your story out loud to my 50 year old son who is in his man-cave next door to me.... we often speak to each other through open doors like that! We both cracked up, not at the unbelievable and most unfortunate disaster you report, but the absolutely hilarious way you tell it! There were points when I could barely read for laughing. That woman was so lucky to have passed out! She doesn't have the memory of the mess marring her consciousness!
But you do.... I reckon you could have sold that story to Hugh Heffner for his salacious Playboy magazine, if he hadn't popped his clogs in 2017!
I asked my son "who is big in porn these days?" and he said "Oh fuck off Mum, what do I know about porn?" and we both cracked up again!
Made our night.... 10 out of 10 for graphic and artful detail 🤣😂
What’s big in porn these days is quasi incest. Step brother/sister, step father/daughter and so on. VR is gaining popularity. There’s an amazing site called FetLife. It’s all about Fetishes and Kinks. When I first got on there about 10 years ago, I would go to the local Munches aka meetups. Nothing really happens at them, they are usually at a bar or restaurant, and those are just to meet new friends and for olds friends to say hi. I will say this, the woman in FetLife are way more intelligent then your very basic vanilla housewife. And this is why I believe they are smarter. I believe most people go thru life, men and woman, and excepts what the universe gives them especially as far as sex goes. The only way most people break out of their zone is if the universe sends them someone. Not the woman of FetLife they’ve thought about those fantasies of getting thrown down and have 10-20-30 men just use them. They’ve thought about pegging a guy and making him from his prostate. I’m on there now pretty much as voyeur. To learn. If you want voyeur FetLife which I highly recommend, the fluffys and the animal people are so freaking interesting. Believe this there are people who will act like a dog or cats or whatever, and they have owners, they are put in a cage during the day when their masters come home let them out of the, some will go for a walk and pop and pee outside, owner has a 💩 bag with them and then they go home they eat out of a dog bowl, What I’ve learned is everyone has there fetishes and kinks. Mine is dangerous places. Not hanging over a cliff, but places where we can see them but they can’t see us, unless of course one us makes a sound, or moves and it brings attention to us. There are as many fetishes and kinks. Not sure if your familiar with the practice of Orgasmic Meditation aka OM it’s a practice and I’m certified in it.
I’m also certified in the massage modality known Esalon. It’s a pretty famous retreat center in Big Sur California. I’ve met Hugh Hefner and have been to the mansion a few times. My sister use to work for Playboy. She first started out as pretty much a slave traveling with bunnies and taking care of them, making sure they didn’t go missing and then she got the exclusive deal to sell the playboy channel world wide. We went to the caan film festival, she worked I played. I got called Nick Nolte on two separate occasions by two different people, and one year I some how looked like Rod Stuart. 3 times in one night. My sister was going crazy, I was as well. Ok enough diatribing. I’ve got more funny and actually spiritual writings as well a lot of people think I should be posting it but I’m not sure. Anyway you’re my newest BFF for the week. Cheers me
I see. This OM thing is very interesting but hardly new, is it? Fancy getting certified in something that should be normal to all of us! I can't speak for any other woman, of course, but the technique shown in the video is very familiar to me. I did not develop odd fetishes as you describe because I was fortunate enough to marry a man who worked it all out for himself. Unfortunately that led him to experiment with other women and the marriage fell apart. We remained good friends until he died but my heart was broken. I had semi-successful relationships after that but never felt 'in love' as such again.
My son is an electronics buff. He says the thickness of the foil is irrelevant but did recommend that I screwed the stuff up a good bit or applied several layers of normal foil we can buy at the supermarket. I get really bad headaches when the EMF signals are registering high on my electrosmog meter. These definitely disappear when I wear my witchy hat stuffed with aluminium foil and yes, it is very handy that it is so light.... mind you.... I keep forgetting that I have it on and the other day I was out in the front garden wearing it! I do hope the neighbours didn't see me! 🤣😂
That’s great news. I really do, bcuz peeps are waking up. The marketing on it would be amazingly fun. I have a Raw Vegan Fast Food Concept called RawDaddy’s. I didn’t know what the urban definition of RawDaddy when I came up with the name, so I should change it but all the marketing people said no way, the name you can have so much fun with it. If you’re serious about it I think we take the conversation to email.
Urban Dictionary definition had me roaring.... or is it rawing?
"raw daddy - to pound the hell out of a skanky woman without using a condom. I took that chick from the club home and hit it raw daddy "... oh no, that is too funny! 🤣😂 Men always make an artform out of being awful!
So a very good friend of mine pulled that name not knowing what it meant either. He was observing that my two adopted boys at the time were running around the house calling me daddy daddy daddy, and at the same time I was making a name for myself in the Raw Vegan world and so this the name RawDaddy. It wasn’t until 3 years later someone pointed it out to me what it meant.
Oh I have funny in an artful disgusting way. A story that will have you laughing out loud. But it is funny in a disgusting way. I’m contemplating on wether or not to post it here on substack. Title: My Food Poisoning Story or My Worst Anal Disaster
The phrase is not Bidens.... it belongs to the World Economic Forum, who shared it to all world leaders. I think we should write it like this: 6uild 6ack 6etter! 🤣😂
https://www.weforum.org/people/liz-truss they put all their puppets in high positions.... and THAT is a global disgrace - I just can't understand why people globally don't finally stick together and categorically say NO to all this crap that harms people, oppresses them and robs their health and freedom!!!!
I know of a few things that prevent that from happening. For one, coming together requires some form of organisation, and some form of leadership. Both form massive opportunities for the establishment to intervene. Besides the fact that just about any megalomaniac wants to be the leader, organisations can be banned, and leaders can be jailed.
For another, and again besides infiltration from government trolls and intelligence services, you would spend half your time warding off groups like BLM, the LGBTQ-tards, and flat earth cray crays trying to use said organisation to further their points.
What would work then? Well, I'm thinking about it. Local and informal networks of likeminded people seems to be the best antidote for globalism at the moment. And staying connected on platforms like these.
The WEF Young Global Leaders Brainwashing School costs a fortune to attend and churns out an endless stream of dangerously dull-witted puppets. They must be very proud of Liz Truss!
WEF works directly for the Black Nobility totalitarians, an international criminal mafia of aristocratic megalomaniacs. But you clearly know all that, Mary-Ann! xx
Liz Truss conducting Prime Minister's Question Time Today (7th Sept 2022)
https://youtu.be/O0cJLwVOG5M
Joe Lycett, Brit comedian, gave us some clever sarcasm in Laura Kuenssberg's new tell-lie-vision show:
https://youtu.be/OJrrDw9fRq4
The BBC probably won't invite him back, but the only reason people are talking about the show at all is Mr Lycett's contribution.
Boris Johnson was a clown and those are big shoes to fill.... 🤣😂
A joke with no humour.
Big clown shoes.
Back under the rock she came out of Lol, I have been unaffected by politics for over 20yrs now (apart from telling everyone they are being played when they come out with "it's the (insert any party you like) and I will never be lured back into (turkeys voting for xmas) voting, the mere sight of sturgeon and other's across the world confirms to me it was the right decision, Ignore everything they say and do. Respect & X2 U & All
So many women/men who should not be in politics giving the impression that uk citizens are dim dumb and stupid, Dianne Abbott, Boris Johnston, Liz Truss, David Cameron the list is endless, name me one who has integrity and intelligence ?.............didn't think so, watch Emily Thornberry being plank like around the 5min mark https://youtu.be/j_cV_jknAys I picked this because there are so many other obvious plank like moments that everyone has probably seen . Respect & X2 All
I don't miss her! She stays out of the limelight these days, huh?
You wrote: “she got so close to actually declaring war on Russia and China that she could have been blowing the Black Nobility in a lined up gang bang.”
Brilliant description of the slut she really is.
I did wonder if that might be a little too pointed and crude for a grannie like me to be saying...... but then I thought: Nah, it is accurate, leave it in! 🤣😂
I’ll be honest, it surprised the crap out of me when I read it, but then if I really think about it, why wouldn’t she know the term/description? You’ve been out in the streets for 55 years fighting the fight. I’m figuring you probably have a Doctorate in Street Smarts.
Anyone who's been on the internet in the past 20 years knows the term. There's really nothing surprising about it.
I was married to a big burly North Sea oilman. I was not at all street smart when we met but he soon fixed that!
Bet that was a fun education. The woman I live now was completely in the dark about the dark side of life, believed vaxxines, fluoride, the medical mafia were all good things. Now she’s a rabbit hole freak. I’ve created a monster. I’m not sure there’s a better feeling then guiding some to the light and they can actually see it. Guidance is the key. Forcing something doesn’t work that I can see.
As long as the figurehead is a woman, war is okay. Now everyone go back to sleep.
They love to hide behind the skirts of a scapegoat....
You surely don't lie down and take it!
Good on you Frances.
Correct that she was groomed Francis. I also saw that and called it out months ago. Move from Trade to Foreign Sec back in Nov 21 was the red flag that got me watching closer. It became obvious after that, the PR ops & speeches as you say.
I sadly agree with you. Bloody Liz is a war hawk puppet, even more so than the rest. She is so vacant that she requires crib notes to read for all her scripted speeches. As is evident by her Easter speech and others, she is a liar. She is a black witch, the bane of Britain.
I watched this video out of curiosity last night. It's an interpretation of a rune reading from 28th July. I found it quite interesting. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpsXyiE93vw
I"m going to listen to Abi now.
Abi is very unimpressed! The air is tinged blue!
Lizzie going to war with what, nukes?
She will be tucked up in a bunker nowhere near any war zones! Nukes are SO last century, Stan! Don't you know that the Black Nobs have Space Stations, Satellites with Directed Energy Weapons, Drones, Biological Weapons, Chemical Weapons, Weather Warfare and absolutely no need for personnel to risk their lives?
The war is already underway with media propaganda, financial assistance to idiots like Zelenskyy, depleted uranium eating people alive all over the Middle East, Israel bombing Syria, Saudis bombing Yemen, substitute internet facilities via satellite, full global surveillance, colour revolutions, food shortages, false flag events, assassinations and electro-magnetic radiation via 4G+5G towers worldwide..... add the vaccine programs and what do we have? GENOCIDE.
I think your hat idea is genius. Question: do you by chance know how thick aluminum needs to be to protect some one? Thank god it’s light weight.
I meet people in real life and then can't get shot of them.... 🤣😂
What does shot of them mean? Can’t get rid of them?
🤣😂 yeah! Sorry, London girl lingo!
Is it raining there yet? One quick question. I remember in the beginning to the middle of the Plandemic, if you wanted to visit England, you either needed to be Vaxxed or be quarantined for 10 days. Is that still in affect? Or have they lightened up on that?
In the south we have had two days of rain at last. Thunder, lightning, the whole works. The air is much cooler and cleaner now. My Aussie friend came to visit in January and she just needed a positive PCR test. Then she had to do 10 days quarantine. It was a farce. Nobody checked up on her and we never heard if the PCR test she did at the end was pos or neg. Mad nonsense, all of it.
She is going home to Perth in a few days. I will miss her but chances are she will get itchy feet and be back to visit again in a year or so - IF we are still here and not taken out by the incoming Carrington Event - 23rd Sept.
I do as well. You seem extremely social. I find that to be a great trait to have. I am as well. I get it from my mother. I’ve had at least 10 people, who are not relatives, tell me that mother is the greatest person they’ve ever met. She is pretty amazing. At 91 her and I throw a party at least once a month for 20 to 40 people. Be it a birthday party for one of the grandkids or a party for one of her dying friends, her nick name is Kathy Kavorkian. Have you ever talked about what you’re going to have dinner while you’re eating breakfast or lunch, she’s that way parties. We’ll start planning the next one in the middle of the party that’s going on.
Have you ever spent any time on dating sites after your husband passed or after you got divorced? If you have then you know how boring peoples profiles can be. Sooner or later one falls asleep from sheer boredom. I decided to lighten things up. The woman who responded where way more my type, then the ones who might have though there’s gotta be something wrong with this guy. Enjoy
I’m a SWM, I know being a single white male is super popular these days. I'm a in dead-end job. seeking a dumpy neurotic for mutual psychological torture, tepid sex, and co-dependency. I enjoy drinking, smoking, pornography, and self-righteous indignation.
I can't stand movies, and the last album I bought was The Marshall Tucker Band's Greatest Hits. I have middling intelligence but try to appear smarter by affecting a world-weary air, memorizing useless facts, and chuckling at my own mean-spirited, agenda-driven jokes.
I'm 55, but look 65, and feel 75.
I'm hoping you're a whiny, bitter shrew with a misplaced sense of entitlement and unrealistic expectations. In time you will become coolly hostile when I don't fulfill every unmet need you've ever had. Bonus points if you just finished screwing every guy in town and but now want to take it slow with me.
My perfect night would include getting hammered in a sleazy bar while you flirt with seedy old drunks, followed by an embarrassing screaming match. I would be open to an unsatisfying fling that leaves me filled with regret and dread but prefer a long-term, soul crushing descent into booze and pills. No friendships. I don't need any goddamn friends.
Age unimportant, but I will condescend to women under 40 and rehash mother issues with women over 50.
Serious replies only, who have a great sense of humor please.
🤣😂 OMG you are a riot! I would have replied to that but no.... I have never used dating sites. I meet people in real life and then can't get shot of them.... 🤣😂
Question: what’s your single biggest fear about this Plandemic? Mine is that like the banking scandal of 2008 or the misleading us into the war based on WMD’s or... (insert crimes here), that nobody will be called to justice. And I’m not talking some local town officials who required people to wear face masks after the fact, but I’m talking the big name important people. These people should hang, not apologize.
Are you familiar with Dr. David Martin and the Fauci Dossier? In it there is enough evidence to send him and his cronies to the gallows. And yes I know they are puppets of the Black Nobility. Then they should hang or help bring down the BN. And then hang them. Since we are never told the truth in history we keep repeating the same history mistakes. If no one pays, one ould think that it’s ok to be full of crime. I’m just ranting a bit. What’s your biggest fear.
My biggest fear is that billions of people will die and those of us who might manage to survive will be scrabbling to survive while being hunted down to become slaves.
Alrighty then, that’s about as dark as it goes. Done any prepping? Not sure it will if one does. We’ve gone dark. We need some laughter yes?
I am prepped to the teeth here! Preparing for currency to be exchangeables like candles, lighters, toilet rolls, tinned foods and fresh water. Prepared for food shortages with cupboards brimming. We have stocked up for many months slowly. We have bug out bags, waterproof sleeping bags, tents and blow up mattresses. We have contingency plans which involve activities I cannot discuss. We have really thought about this. We laugh all the time. We know we have survival skills way beyond average cos we are hippies.... the irony of being society's outcasts and finding our skills super valuable has not escaped our attention!
Like I said before the sins of the father don’t have to be but usually are passed on to the son or daughter. I was able to break that cycle, both my parents believed in corporal punishment. Why? I suspect that they their parents did as well. I’m not really complaining though. I know I have lived a pretty cherished life, especially when I look around at and see what people experience as far as life goes. I’ve come to realize that people what they think is right. My father could be a difficult person to be around when he was around. His father left him at the age of twelve, packed everything up and said to him as he was pulling out of the driveway, “good luck with her, she’s crazy and I can’t handle her anymore.” He didn’t see his father until he graduated from college. So for my father family was everything. Keeping a tight-nit family was all he wanted and he was going to have even if he drove a stake between us to get it. Abuse is a very real thing. I read about your husband and it makes me think, people only do what they think is right and have experienced. That’s why I question, at least here in the states our penal system. They want to tell you it’s a rehabilitative system, but it’s not even close. Your husband “learned”as my father did, as we all do, to be who we are. A real pedophile not a satan worshipping PedestoPedophile, but a real one doesn’t come up with crap on their own. I gotta believe that they were taught at a very young age. The reason I know this, just recently I met a woman off of FetLife, and she told me her story and I was shocked. She said she started having sex at the age of 8, she had been groomed since she was 4. Had sex with her uncle at 8. And the story goes on from there. I did ask why she never said anything to anyone, and she said I kinda liked it. The only reason I bring it up is she said her uncles were abused as children although they didn’t look at it as abuse. And so they cycle continues.
I believe we are lucky, I don’t know when you started studying eastern philosophy/religion but for me it was my freshman year in high school. It completely changed my life.? I went from a Catholic, everything is done to you in life, to reading the Buddha, and the Autobiography of a Yogi that you create and are responsible for your life. At one point I would use my relationship with my father as a read for not excelling in life. I wanted to be friends with him. But then realized, it’s not his job to be my friend. It’s his job to be my father. It was a game changer.
My Food Poisoning Story or My Worst Anal Disaster
Most people contract some form of food poisoning at least once a year. Most of the time the symptoms are mild, and can even be mistaken for a 24 hour flu bug. Other times, the symptoms are similar to one having a very bad case of the flu, but rarely do people ever need to go to the hospital for food poisoning. Just by its nature, the probability of contracting food poisoning from fish is always higher than most other foods. This is why, based on personal experience, I recommend that no one ever engage in anal sex after your date ate a large fish dinner.
We hadn’t been dating that long, only about a month. Even though we'd only been dating a short time, we were having sex since the second date, and it was the best, freakiest, porno-style sex of my life. Seriously, this was the kind of sex that every man, deep down, dreams about having at least once in his life. It was the kind of sex that I had wished for ever since my voice started changing. It was with this woman, and only with this woman, that I was ever addressed with the phrase, “Use your whole fist for Christ’s sake.”
On one now infamous date night, we were enjoying a romantic dinner at an upscale seafood restaurant. Through the entire meal, however, sex was all that was on our minds. In retrospect, every date we ever went on seemed to just be a temporary diversion from the best part of the night, which involved animalistic insertions, feral lickings and brazen misuse of food products.
We emptied wine bottle after wine bottle over the course of the dinner, and by the time the main course arrived, fish for her and lobster for me, she slipped off her shoes and casually masturbated me under the table with her stocking covered feet. Completely plastered and horny by the end of the meal, we decided to skip dessert in the restaurant because a much sweeter dessert “was being prepared in her hot, wet crotch,” she said. I paid the bill and narrowly avoided getting a speeding ticket, not to mention a DUI, during the drive back to my place.
By the time we got into my apartment, we were tearing each other’s clothes off. Sloppy in our drunkenness, we knocked over two lamps during our horny, groping journey into the bedroom. Once in the bed, she got down on all fours, arched her back, and presented her delicious ass to me. I grunted my approval while aiming my rock-hard cock missile at her hairy silo. When the head of my cock began to penetrate her lips, she stopped me.
“No. Stuff it in my ass,” she hissed at me, sounding both horny and angry at the same time. "Are you sure,” I asked? She giggled as she said, “If I could handle last night. . .”Oh yeah, I thought. Last night’s adventure involved a clown mask, three packets of Pop Rocks, and a twenty-inch replica of the Eiffel Tower. What the hell was I thinking? Of course she could handle some anal-action. She reached between her legs and began lubing up her asshole with her own pussy juices. Where did I find this girl? I thought. I was in horn-dog heaven. Blessed.
Not being an expert in anal intrusion, I slowly eased my way into her lovely stink-star. First the head, then a quarter of the shaft, and soon I was buried to the hilt between her ass-cheeks.
“Go slowly,” she said, half moaning, half panting in both pleasure and pain, I think. I did as she bid, and very slowly began pulling out, like a steam piston on an old locomotive beginning its first run in a century. Almost all the way out of her, but keeping the head firmly planted in her ass-iris, I slowly began inserting again.
“Yeeeeees!” she moaned and began diddling her clit. Soon she said, “Faster.” So faster I went, the tempo increasing until the train was running at full speed, the piston pumping in and out so fast my cock became a complete blur, her hand rubbing her clit like she was trying to start a friction-fire in her pussy.
“Gnnnnnnnah!” she screamed. Thinking she was close to orgasm, I pumped that ass even faster, faster than Amish meth-head churns butter. “Gnnnnnahstoooop,” she screamed, or something like that, because the noise in my head was drowning out the reality around me, for in my head I heard a steam locomotive, chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-Woo-Woo! Barreling down the tracks, and somehow I pumped even faster. “YES!” I screamed. She started reaching behind her and flailing on the bed in what I thought was ecstasy— “—Stop!” she screamed, able to finally get out the word I had mistaken for groans of ecstasy moments ago. She screamed this with such volume and guttural, primal force that it had the effect of pulling the emergency brake on a 100,000 pound locomotive running at full speed. The sex act squealed to a halt, and I pulled my cock out of her ass like the rip-cord on a parachute. Did someone order champagne? No, that popping noise was my cock coming out of her ass.
“Arrrrrrgh!” She screamed, as I yanked my cock free. And then it happened. Immediately after my cock popped out, I was sprayed from belly to thighs with watery, fish-smelling diarrhea. "What the—-?” I said, not able to get the word ‘fuck’ out of my mouth because of my shock at the brown funk lining my body. As she sprayed me, she seemed to be propelled forward by the force of the jet-propelled diarrhea, and she collapsed onto her stomach. "Oh. My. Fucking. God.” I murmured, completely shell-shocked. Everything was still. Like being outside with no one around as snow is falling. I could hear my wind-up alarm clock ticking on my dresser. I stared at my shit-covered body. I surveyed the room to see if there was any collateral damage. The trajectory of the diarrhea spray was similar to buck-shot in a sawed-off shotgun; it was everywhere. Unfortunately, during the sex act she had been facing the feet-side of the bed, which meant that the headboard, my bedside table and lamp had poop on them as well. Even my bedside clock had a few speckles staining its face. The bed sheets: Killed in Action. A total loss.
I looked at my date, lying there motionless. I called her name. No response. I called her name while shaking her a bit. Nothing. Fear shot through me, as I thought, “Oh my god, what if she’s dead?” But this fear quickly dissipated when I heard her snoring. She was passed out from the wine.
I on the other hand was no longer blasted drunk, because the blast from her ass rendered me completely sober. This night was definitely going down in the (ahem) annals as the all time worst date of my life. In fact, I had to invent a new special category, “Even the Devil would feel sympathetic,” to describe this night.
I cleaned up. I cleaned her up. I cleaned the headboard, the dresser, the lamp and the clock. With some manipulation of her passed out body, I was able to wrangle the sheets from the bed and throw them down the garbage chute. By two in the morning, I found myself lying on my couch, drinking Jack Daniels from the bottle. I don’t remember passing out myself, but I can say that unconsciousness didn’t come soon enough.
“It was food poisoning,” her voicemail message explained to me the next day. After some silence, she added, “The fish.” More silence. “Sorry.” She left this message the following day, around 2:00 p.m. I had slept until Noon, and, thank God, she was gone when I woke up. How do you face that? She never called me again. I never called her. I definitely learned two valuable lessons that night: 1) Never have anal sex after a sea food dinner. 2) Be careful what you wish for. There’s only one other experience in my life that entered into the “Even the Devil would feel sympathetic” category, and frankly I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to tell that story. Let’s just say that the morning after a great one-night-stand, the beautiful woman you banged the night before can certainly use your bathroom. . .but she shouldn’t be more comfortable standing up while she pees.
Your thoughts?
I am speechless! I read your story out loud to my 50 year old son who is in his man-cave next door to me.... we often speak to each other through open doors like that! We both cracked up, not at the unbelievable and most unfortunate disaster you report, but the absolutely hilarious way you tell it! There were points when I could barely read for laughing. That woman was so lucky to have passed out! She doesn't have the memory of the mess marring her consciousness!
But you do.... I reckon you could have sold that story to Hugh Heffner for his salacious Playboy magazine, if he hadn't popped his clogs in 2017!
I asked my son "who is big in porn these days?" and he said "Oh fuck off Mum, what do I know about porn?" and we both cracked up again!
Made our night.... 10 out of 10 for graphic and artful detail 🤣😂
What’s big in porn these days is quasi incest. Step brother/sister, step father/daughter and so on. VR is gaining popularity. There’s an amazing site called FetLife. It’s all about Fetishes and Kinks. When I first got on there about 10 years ago, I would go to the local Munches aka meetups. Nothing really happens at them, they are usually at a bar or restaurant, and those are just to meet new friends and for olds friends to say hi. I will say this, the woman in FetLife are way more intelligent then your very basic vanilla housewife. And this is why I believe they are smarter. I believe most people go thru life, men and woman, and excepts what the universe gives them especially as far as sex goes. The only way most people break out of their zone is if the universe sends them someone. Not the woman of FetLife they’ve thought about those fantasies of getting thrown down and have 10-20-30 men just use them. They’ve thought about pegging a guy and making him from his prostate. I’m on there now pretty much as voyeur. To learn. If you want voyeur FetLife which I highly recommend, the fluffys and the animal people are so freaking interesting. Believe this there are people who will act like a dog or cats or whatever, and they have owners, they are put in a cage during the day when their masters come home let them out of the, some will go for a walk and pop and pee outside, owner has a 💩 bag with them and then they go home they eat out of a dog bowl, What I’ve learned is everyone has there fetishes and kinks. Mine is dangerous places. Not hanging over a cliff, but places where we can see them but they can’t see us, unless of course one us makes a sound, or moves and it brings attention to us. There are as many fetishes and kinks. Not sure if your familiar with the practice of Orgasmic Meditation aka OM it’s a practice and I’m certified in it.
https://youtu.be/-86ZJvBBnNU
I’m also certified in the massage modality known Esalon. It’s a pretty famous retreat center in Big Sur California. I’ve met Hugh Hefner and have been to the mansion a few times. My sister use to work for Playboy. She first started out as pretty much a slave traveling with bunnies and taking care of them, making sure they didn’t go missing and then she got the exclusive deal to sell the playboy channel world wide. We went to the caan film festival, she worked I played. I got called Nick Nolte on two separate occasions by two different people, and one year I some how looked like Rod Stuart. 3 times in one night. My sister was going crazy, I was as well. Ok enough diatribing. I’ve got more funny and actually spiritual writings as well a lot of people think I should be posting it but I’m not sure. Anyway you’re my newest BFF for the week. Cheers me
I see. This OM thing is very interesting but hardly new, is it? Fancy getting certified in something that should be normal to all of us! I can't speak for any other woman, of course, but the technique shown in the video is very familiar to me. I did not develop odd fetishes as you describe because I was fortunate enough to marry a man who worked it all out for himself. Unfortunately that led him to experiment with other women and the marriage fell apart. We remained good friends until he died but my heart was broken. I had semi-successful relationships after that but never felt 'in love' as such again.
Just stay put cuz I need your professional opinion. I will delete if needs be. Be right back
My son is an electronics buff. He says the thickness of the foil is irrelevant but did recommend that I screwed the stuff up a good bit or applied several layers of normal foil we can buy at the supermarket. I get really bad headaches when the EMF signals are registering high on my electrosmog meter. These definitely disappear when I wear my witchy hat stuffed with aluminium foil and yes, it is very handy that it is so light.... mind you.... I keep forgetting that I have it on and the other day I was out in the front garden wearing it! I do hope the neighbours didn't see me! 🤣😂
That’s great news. I really do, bcuz peeps are waking up. The marketing on it would be amazingly fun. I have a Raw Vegan Fast Food Concept called RawDaddy’s. I didn’t know what the urban definition of RawDaddy when I came up with the name, so I should change it but all the marketing people said no way, the name you can have so much fun with it. If you’re serious about it I think we take the conversation to email.
Urban Dictionary definition had me roaring.... or is it rawing?
"raw daddy - to pound the hell out of a skanky woman without using a condom. I took that chick from the club home and hit it raw daddy "... oh no, that is too funny! 🤣😂 Men always make an artform out of being awful!
So a very good friend of mine pulled that name not knowing what it meant either. He was observing that my two adopted boys at the time were running around the house calling me daddy daddy daddy, and at the same time I was making a name for myself in the Raw Vegan world and so this the name RawDaddy. It wasn’t until 3 years later someone pointed it out to me what it meant.
Oh I have funny in an artful disgusting way. A story that will have you laughing out loud. But it is funny in a disgusting way. I’m contemplating on wether or not to post it here on substack. Title: My Food Poisoning Story or My Worst Anal Disaster
😜It’s the crazy lady!😂
Yup, our great reset to hell
The phrase is not Bidens.... it belongs to the World Economic Forum, who shared it to all world leaders. I think we should write it like this: 6uild 6ack 6etter! 🤣😂
https://www.weforum.org/people/liz-truss they put all their puppets in high positions.... and THAT is a global disgrace - I just can't understand why people globally don't finally stick together and categorically say NO to all this crap that harms people, oppresses them and robs their health and freedom!!!!
I know of a few things that prevent that from happening. For one, coming together requires some form of organisation, and some form of leadership. Both form massive opportunities for the establishment to intervene. Besides the fact that just about any megalomaniac wants to be the leader, organisations can be banned, and leaders can be jailed.
For another, and again besides infiltration from government trolls and intelligence services, you would spend half your time warding off groups like BLM, the LGBTQ-tards, and flat earth cray crays trying to use said organisation to further their points.
What would work then? Well, I'm thinking about it. Local and informal networks of likeminded people seems to be the best antidote for globalism at the moment. And staying connected on platforms like these.
The WEF Young Global Leaders Brainwashing School costs a fortune to attend and churns out an endless stream of dangerously dull-witted puppets. They must be very proud of Liz Truss!
WEF works directly for the Black Nobility totalitarians, an international criminal mafia of aristocratic megalomaniacs. But you clearly know all that, Mary-Ann! xx
I don't imagine that the shoulder tapped attendees pay to attend.
It will be us taxpayers.
For sure!
Full of the agenda eh?
She knows nothing else....
Today we hear that they want to lift the fracking ban, Dave!
https://francesleader.substack.com/p/oh-no-you-fracking-wont?sd=pf
Too painfully true that. Scum bags!
Dude what rock have you been under?
https://www.wonderslist.com/beautiful-british-women/
Not quite as ugly and bizarre as your opinions.