cwp3420 wrote:
You really need to seek psychiatric help, Tom. Your posts used to border on crazy, and now you have gone full psychotic. You have blocked so many people on here because of your lunatic ideas that people make posts just about you and laugh at how you are afraid to debate. I imagine you have blocked more people on here than anyone because of your cowardly ways. I think while you’re in full psycho mode you should write a book about Trump, since you are convinced he will destroy America. You could call it “The Rise and Fall of Donald Trump” and use the nom de plume Chicken Little.
I am glad you have gone completely off the rails, though. In three years, at the end of Trump’s first term, we can all gather together your postings and have a good laugh. You give us all the ammunition we need. For instance, Trump is the anti-Christ and will destroy life on earth, Madame President, and “hands up, don’t shoot”. So keep up with the lunatic posts. You are nothing if not entertaining. And personally, it gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling knowing the boys in white are outside your single wide trailer as we speak getting ready to haul your flabby white ass to the rubber room. LOL
You really need to seek psychiatric help, Tom. Yo... (
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Blurry, I put my ideas up to scrutiny, observable and measurable by all honest men, presenting Facts as I see them, judging by the lessons life has taught me—not always easy lessons, and perhaps my learning is incomplete, and the lessons I learned not always perfect—but I stand behind the life I have lived, the lessons I have learned, and the errors I have made and learned from.
I ain’t that bright a guy, but I can smell a shyster when enters the room, and I can spot a lie if he tells it 1400 times, and I can spot corruption—it roils my soul, and would the conscience of any honest man—and I can spot a sport taking an easy Billion dollars for corrupting his authority (some of those dollars were mine, remember).
I can spot someone who don’t know Jack Schitt, and ain’t about to learn Jack Schitt.
I can spot that sport folding my money into his wallet, and smilin’ at me as he walks away on his own golf course.
I can spot someone with his finger in the easy money pie.
I can judge a man by the company he keeps, the pussy he grabs, the lies he tells, the money that disappears within his vicinity.
And I can spot a country in steep decline if it follows his direction in spite of his history, his vacuous leadership, his corruption, his crowd of cronies, his confusion, and his mental instability and needful insecurity.
If you can’t do this, if Joe Blow can’t do this either, if Ron Moore and Tom Price are the standards he approves of, and if you second his choices...then my friend, we are in steep decline as a nation, and we deserve no better, no relief, and no respect.
These Are The Times That Try Men’s Souls.
How are we all doing...soulwise?