Message from @mixtape
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the people crying about trump are the same people always crying about trump but his approval is still around 55%.. they are not simply retarded. they are scientifically under social control
LOL
I think it's higher than that. I can't believe 45% of the US population is that stupid.
I agree with Orion. Believe there are still many citizens out there afraid, due to social pressures, to admit that DJT is their hero.
Its higher. I never get polled and the people I know who do are idiots.
Like they are professional students from very wealthy families
I was born on a dublin street where the royal drums did beat,
and those loving english feet they tramped all over us,
and each and every night when me father came home tight
he'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two,
like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
how you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
and you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great parnell,
when you thought him well and truly persecuted,
where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
when our heroes of '16 were executed?
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
when each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
and if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "godspeed,"
with a verse or two of stephen behan's chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra
I was born on a dublin street where the royal drums did beat,
and those loving english feet they tramped all over us,
and each and every night when me father came home tight
he'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two,
like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
how you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
and you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great parnell,
when you thought him well and truly persecuted,
where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
when our heroes of '16 were executed?
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
when each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
and if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "godspeed,"
with a verse or two of stephen behan's chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra
I was born on a dublin street where the royal drums did beat,
and those loving english feet they tramped all over us,
and each and every night when me father came home tight
he'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two,
like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
how you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
and you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great parnell,
when you thought him well and truly persecuted,
where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
when our heroes of '16 were executed?
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
when each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
and if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "godspeed,"
with a verse or two of stephen behan's chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra
I was born on a dublin street where the royal drums did beat,
and those loving english feet they tramped all over us,
and each and every night when me father came home tight
he'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two,
like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
how you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
and you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great parnell,
when you thought him well and truly persecuted,
where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
when our heroes of '16 were executed?
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
when each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
and if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "godspeed,"
with a verse or two of stephen behan's chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra
I was born on a dublin street where the royal drums did beat,
and those loving english feet they tramped all over us,
and each and every night when me father came home tight
he'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two,
like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
how you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
and you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great parnell,
when you thought him well and truly persecuted,
where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
when our heroes of '16 were executed?
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
when each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
and if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "godspeed,"
with a verse or two of stephen behan's chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra
Hey Faggots
I lived in China for 5 years
AMA cunts
@The Eternal Heel#1943 How do you communicate from the gulag?
