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Bottom line? You're unconvincing, authoritarian, and use flat thinking! What you call your "bearing facts" ASSUMES your views are valid, Jack, and assumptions are what they WOULD be — that ass that's made of you and me.
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Your "proclamation with a sneer" betrays the tap root of your fear, that non-admitted holes abound within the "walls" adverted sound. "Walls" unsound by inculcation provide our errant degradation, while you distract us from that wound that you discount and then impugn.
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Conspiracy's a living monster you would hide or call impostor, but if power and control are there, then there are those who TAKE that dare! I'm not your strict "believer," friend, and I won't pay your freight — comprende'?
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Though, I won't buy what YOU sell, either; you're Danish fish. I need a breather.
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See, you prosecute your "tick-turds" gladly, spin the facts and dervish madly — convince us all that what we're seeing CANNOT be what we're believing. Though, there is *more* than what you offer, volunteer, propose, or proffer, and I must call your smirking bluff. I'm quite fed up. I've had enough.
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You don't make the slightest dent in what I'm seeing we must spend... to do the work and NOT pretend... but YOU won't even LOOK! Get bent!
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In its place your whistled catcalls, errant hooting, mocking pratfalls, your "cheap shot" shooting, faux support and profits made you don't report...
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See it's you who keeps the lie alive! You fake the truth —you have contrived— and you have strained a stained credulity casting your aspersions (..!.) — truly! A living lie is what you use to keep an edge —that you abuse— and all to keep us on your meter, paying taxes. You foul creature!
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Frankly, you're a toxic boor, a cad that should be shone ones door. You embarrass education, you're reproduction's abdication — you won't call a spade a spade; we live within the lies you've made.
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You sell a soulless, useless brew of sharp derision — sad excuse. Too, what does obfuscation do but compliment your glad abuse! All your aims are systematic, inculcated — autocratic; the status quo is what you've had to keep *your* treasures close at hand.
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Consider Gingrich bopping pages, but while critiquing Clinton's "graces." *Mourning* "death of all morality," he slides it IN... ...why won't you see?
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It's YOU, like this, with UFO's! You KNOW that something "flies" and "glows," yet you find *ways* — pretend it's final ... blow your smoke and make denials. Interpret facts as you would have them, proclaim some *facts* to keep us guessing — add some shred or bit of truth to sell agendas you intrude.
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Soon it is that you're found out, and then we'll see what you're about. We will find what you have hidden — take Tesla out of his derision, read the books that Sitchin writes as text books that just might be right!
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We would open hanger doors, we would search your *hallowed* floors, we would see what's been so secret, you've abused your privilege — SEE it!
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We would open wide the shades that keep us stupid, scared — betrayed. We'd expose those unelected scabrous thugs now undetected — living more fulfilling lives we'd soar and cleave from what's despised.
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You will come to know you're through, your time's run out and leaving you... ...to stew in juices you once used to torment what was once abused. I'm glad to say you'll suffer shame, and more when you avoid your blame.
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Plain it is, you better start (to break it loose) or come apart. Do it now, you filthy stealthy, aging *bad* news isn't healthy.
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Come clean now and save yourself the slings of *fortune* talked about. I'm betting you'll procrastinate, and do "too little" much "too late." There's little hope you see some light, and do your part to put things right...
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So I await for your glad demise, yet watch our starry, starry skies. They, at least, admit some truth: that time and space are monstrous, HUGE, and all that is imagined happens — plus the lot that's not . . . imagined.
You know who you are.
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