FEDIT POLITICS Thread

Discussion in 'Los Angeles DODGERS' started by CapnTreee, Aug 12, 2016.

  1. rube

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    he's a dead man
    pretty hard to distance yourself from terrorists acts by saying "i was just the spokesman"
    highly doubt anyone is coming to his aid unless his little terrorist sect can rally
     
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    Not in the US terror list.
    Even though he wants to reverse the US coup against the monarchy.
    Which gave birth to the ayatollahs taking control and being the biggest funders of terrorism.
    According to US authorities.
     
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    sounds like the organization he was mouthpiece for was blowing up mosques
     
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    But the bad guys mosques!
    Lol
     
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    China tweets covid misinformation. No problem.
    President tweets something that is supposedly misinformation. Banned/suspended.
    Clown world continues!
     
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    nazi
     
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    Whataboutism.

    btw I thought all the Trumpers were headed to Gab or Preler whatever it’s called.
     
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    I am 99 percent convinced it not even misinformation.
    If I was to theoretically go to Mexico and get some of these pills does anyone want some?
    My aunt used them for years for water retention issues so how bad can they be.
    She still alive and kicking hard.
     
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    has diablo ever said stop jerking off to dead fetuses?
     
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    i'd theoretically go with you if you feel safe
     
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    Mexico is my wakanda.
    Well it's been a while since I've gone.
    I became a total wuss about 5 years ago.
    I don't know if I have any of those old TJ trips left in me.
    I kinda wanna do something different.
    Go to Texas, visit some landmarks in the south and cross to Juarez.
    It's the human trafficking capital of the world.
    Or of America. I forget.
    There's this chick I would like to talk to.
    Plus I think we would hit it off.
    We been talking about the situation on the FB but honestly she's super cute and has big boobs and that rubenesque body that used to be my type before i started seeing only skinny brown foreign girls because I'm weird.

    Speaking of weird.
    Killed my first deer today.
    I shot a squirrel who ate my rooster a few days ago.
    And I caught a rabbit and butchered it and ate it.
    But at sunup this morning a tracked a deer with a buddy and once it was tired I ran up to it and slit it's throat.
    Then we had to butcher it down at the bottom of the ravine with poison ivy patches everywhere.
    Too heavy for us to carry back.
    We tied it up to a tree to let it drain and went back home to regroup our energies.
    Then chopped it up and started hauling it up the mountain that's basically a giant sliding dirt hill.
    Took us like 4 hours to get it back up and out the ravine.
    We had to use our phones for light because the night got us.
    And we started at daybreak.
    Amateurs man.

    Ok so the part where I jumped on its back and cut it's neck was my imagination.
    My friend with the bow kept hitting it perfectly and it was not dying.
    It wasn't even panting.
    But as a sportsman he didn't want to shoot it from close.
    I'm like fool this ain't national geographic... I'm tried of eating fries eggs and potatoes and tomatoes and zuchinnis and the light foods we grow.
    That's lunch!
    Well it turned out to be dinner.
    My dog is munching on an entire smoked leg of deer right now.
    All my life hunting has been an evil thing for me.
    Like being a car salesman lol.
    But I've sold cars and it was enjoyable
    How bad could taking the life of a majestic animal that is so incredibly beautiful and makes the forest be a place full of wonder and life.
    Turns out... Not so bad.
    I'm pretty fucking evil after all.
    Without being married to a vegan chick I guess I no longer enjoy going weeks without some steak.

    After the third shit failed to kill it the buck was limping bad from a shoulder shot.
    I had the rifle with the laser on it so I aimed for the head and was gonna just end it. That rifle is super accurate and even a noob like me can't miss.
    But I got all that banked in counter strike skill.
    Still right when I was gonna take the shot he stops me because of the noise that the rifle would make.
    Deep in the canyon the noise would echo.
    That's when I grabbed his own knife from his holster and took off after the beast.
    The buddy followed behind and right as I was going to get on its back to go for the mercy blow my friend Richard shot it almost point blank in the brain.
    Then the tongue fell out.
    His eyes went.
    Them became silvery.
    Before darkening grey.
    We stood in awe of it as it died in an instant or two.
    It was fast.
    We were spent.
    Were cut up and bruised all over.
    Dripping I sweat.
    And now the hard part was to begin.
    We butchered it all wrong.
    Well he did.
    I was the monk with the invisible scroll standing over him telling where to make the cuts and how deep.
    He would not perform as if he listened to anything I had just said lol.
    Shit got everywhere.
    We parboiled most of that meat and smoked it a bit for the dog.
    Dogs in heaven right now.
    Hopefully we all dont die in our sleep.
    For eating soured meat or from killing one of my pet deer.
     
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    holy shit you rebounded from the death bed quick!
    i'm down for Texas to check out an area or two or three
    TJ is familiar and easy so i'm down for Juarez for something new
    just have to leave the girl when we cross the border
    maybe not depending on the deal but as you know i have a thing for skinny brown foreign girls as well
    so i'll need a wing in uncharted territory
    not sure how walking back w a bag of hydroxy would go...
     
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    I was good for a few days but something is stuck again and my right kidney ain't working right. It feels like the whole area is full?
    There is a dullness that aches and I can't sleep at all.
    I last slept 4 days ago.
    That's why I was up at dawn.
    Can't sleep.
    Had no umph though.
    I carried the rifle with both hands, I was still groggy and weak.
    We split a banana and a water bottle and headed out
    He went after it but I hung back about a quarter of the way and sat down to txt that chick and instead it's my friend texting me not to be a bitch and come down the ravine.
    I was like fuuuck it's too early for this shit... My knees were not cooperating.
    I ate it right away.
    But that woke me up and I remembered how to surf the mountain like old times.
    It's kinda like drifting in your car but with your feet and trying to defy gravity by leaning into it.
    Richard spent the past two days up here so that also gives me energy.
    He is a very up up up kinda guy.
    He goes to McDonald's and buys 3 large cokes for himself and downs them one after the other.
    Crazy dude.

    I'm planning a trip to Fresno soon, God willing. I went last month but was not able to see the sights.
    Ok the sight.
    I wanted to visit the underground catacomb garden some Italian dude built way back when.
    You can also probably get hydro up there to.
    It's Devin Nuñes territory.
    The headman at the Capitol stole the local farmers water rights for some bullshit special interest project.
    The cities up there are filled with Sikh doctors.
    I'm a fan of the Sikh culture, love eating at their little indian markets. Food so good.
    Looks like I'm finally having some sort of relationship with my dad.
    Visited him and it went to shit real quick.
    But then a week or two later he called me.
    I didn't recognize his number because we literally never talk.
    Im a bad son, I know.
    Having him call me... Was huge.
    I was like a good boy the whole call.
    Not starting shit over whatever bullshit revisionist history he was on about my mom or my life or my ex wife.
    We kinda bonded over him tearing into her and me kinda laughing in the background at all the shit he said about her.
    I was actually floored he would call though.
    That's not his thing, he is a proud motherfucker.
    And so am I.
    But he called me first.
    The 44 year war has ended.
    He blinked first.

    Told you I'm a dick.
    Then again his wife told me he was in the hospital last summer and I drove my little better with no AC in a heatwave with .y bickering wife and crazy uncle and my dear old mom to visit my dad who had stroked out again during another heart surgery.
    I got to the hospital and held his hand and his forehead and was there till they said we had to leave.
    My dad was intubated and could not move but his thumbs and was strapped in because he would come to sort off they said and he would try to yank the tubes from his mouth or the lines from his arm.
    For a few minutes he seemed lucid and was making sounds like trying to tell me something ao I brought a white board I saw on the wall and tried to get him to draw or write.
    I removed his restraints all the time.even after the nurse told me to stop.
    I don't give a fuck.
    I wrote letters on the board and I think he was telling me that the nurse was a bitch or some shit. He treats the nurses like garbage in Spanish until he realizes they understand and gets red and embarrassed.
    But not that time because he was out of his mind.
    He never recognized me.
    But when i went up there a second time he told me how he could not.believe that I dropped everything (he has little idea about how little everything is about my life) to go visit him in the hospital.
    And he has no idea of me being there.
    It's like his body was there and I was communicating with a disembodied spirit.
    But he says that when they told him his son had come to see him he could not believe it. And that he kept asking people if it was true.
    I think it fucked with him a little.
    Because I never look for him other than as a courtesy because his wife calls me on FB to update me on his fucked up health.
    Runs in the family. Got them shitty french cave dweller genes.
    I was dying both times I went up to see him. And there was an incident and I blew up at him for talking to me in a way that I just could not accept. Specially about money and the importance of image and bullshit that is not my bag.
    He don't know shit about my life but made assumptions based on the car I drive and how I dress. Basically said I was a bum asked me if I would help him sell his Gran Torino for him. I was like already getting hot. The he starts telling me how he's fucked up with money because he had to help his asshole of a nephew and his deadbeat other family members and blah blah whining about how good he is to everyone and they all just take take take.
    I'm like tuning out trying not to be a dick.
    But then when he starts talking about his true love his Torino and how he thinks it's time to sell it and some of his other cars he says that if I take good pictures and sell it for a good price there could be a little something for me.
    Fuuuuuck, this dude has no idea who I am.
    And at that point I fucking blow my fuse.
    I'm like I wouldn't take your money.
    That's disgusting. And offensive to me.
    If you want me to help you sell your car fine.
    I'll put a sign up and tell you to take it out the garage and put it in your driveway.
    I cant do shit for you from where I live.
    How am I going to sell a car that I can't show?
    He's like thinking the internet is magical.
    He had just finished showing me his new model iPhone and iPad and beaming at how he spent over a G on his phone.
    So I'm like trying to be cool so I'm like how much you want for the Torino. And he's like well it's cherry so it's easy worth like 30k and people will pay it!
    I'm like nah dad not even close.
    How much do you want.
    He's like 12k.
    I'm like I can sell it for 4k.
    But I was just being a dick at that point.
    And he noticed and got mad too.
    So starts telling me how to sell cars lol.
    I'm like I used to work doing that and bought and sold fleet.
    I tell him how I would get brand new leftover plain unpopular Silverados or F150s at dealers for 16k.
    I would go to Manhattan Beach or Laguna etc... They always have low tier stock that they wont sell because of the options or the type of seats or other shit that the customer base in those cities don't appreciate.
    Filled truck fleets fast and cheap by picking what they want to move and flashing them cash. Take the cash or I leave.
    They always take the cash. They want to put a more expensive car in that spot.
    I learned that buying for the junkyards at the tow yards. They make their money in charging people for storing their car. If no one is coming for the car they losing money because they only got so much space.
    They want you to take their cars and so you have to know when they gotta sell em to you no matter your price. And I would buy in bulk with my own haulers ready to go.
    My dad ain't buying shit I'm selling.
    He never heard me talk shop or bullshit or anything really.
    He don't believe I worked any of those places or did none of things.
    Says that he's never known me to drive anything other than old beaters and said that if he saw someone driving down his street I'm such shitty cars or wàlking round there dressed like a pothead homeless bum he would kick their ass or call the cops.
    When I reacted he said he wasn't talking bout me but just in general.
    Ugh.
    We got into an argument about how come I can't sell his chocolate (torino is brown and he only calls it by that name) for what it's worth if I know what I'm doing.
    I told him that I don't want his money.
    I can help him sell it but I don't want a cent.
    I wouldnt take a dime helping out a friend or even an acquaintance much less a family member.
    I told him that it made me sick to my stomach to make a buck off family.
    That I find it dirty and offensive to do that.
    Almost as dirty as selling used cars lol.
    He looked shellshocked.
    Like I just spoke to him in a foreign tongue.
    And this is actually the point where he started to have chest pains and trouble breathing. I didn't buy it. He laid it on too thick.
    And as soon as he sat down he was talking about and joking with my mom and his wife while my mom was actively eating shit.
    Because she's a little slow on those type of things.
    So I said it's time to go.
    They were still at the table eating.
    I'm like are y'all done?
    Are you full?
    Do you need to eat more shit?
    Ok that last part I reserved internally but I almost said it.
    Got my little family and went back home

    Dad knows dick about me.
    All he knew about me is that I studied computers and that his wife said that I know how to sell stuff on the internet.
    My dad is new to the internet and plays cards all day.
    He was a non professional gambler who spent all his time at the poolhall or the card games in bar backrooms.
    When I was very little I followed him once.
    That's another story but by the end I was scared straight and he forbid me from every following him, from ever touching cards or pool cue... And fighting.
    Those 3 things I mastered soon after that.
    Because fuck you dad... Amiright?
    Well 4. I got good at tracking his moves without him knowing.
    And a did some really bad things.
    You ain't supposed to fuck your dad's side piece. Even if she's also your babysitter.
    That's like a big sin by some dude named Ruben in the bible.
    Ruben was a big sinner.
    But amongst his evil brothers he was the least evil.
    He would always devise evil schemes to akido his brothers more evil intentions away from the darkness and into something less dark where at least a ray of hope could exist.
    Shit man I lost my point.
    So my dad starts getting chest pains.
    And tells me to calm down because he's sick and he's old.
    And I'm like being sorta indeferent.
    But he keeps laying it on thick.
    I lose my composure and accidentally blurt out that in sick too and I'm not old.
    And he looks at me with contempt and basically says what could you possibly have that can compete as he goes into full on old man I'm dying have pity on me mode.
    I get up and just say that I have a malignant neoplasm but you don't hear me whining. Knowing full well he would have no idea what that meant.
    I'm a dick, in case you forgot.
    By now he's inside and getting his breathing machine on.
    I'm feeling kinda bad bout it all but I'm ready to bounce. My kidney was pounding and I had no life left at the time.
    His wife explained to him that it was cancer.
    He was cool after that.
    I was cool as well.
    Offered to help him sell his car. He was like nah.

    But we were cordial on the way out.
    We hugged as if all the shit inside the house never happened.
    He made a dumb joke and I laughed a little extra long to make him feel less awkward.
    We kinda side hugged. He showed his new RV that he's never gonna use but likes how cool it looks in his driveway.

    Smuggling drugs ain't a thing.
    Used to do it in jail all the time.
    I worked in the jail hospital.
    So it was my job to hook the homies up with good time pills.
    And my church friends were all sons of the traffic game.
    How do you think my people get here?
    They ride the catacombs.
    Y'all don't believe all the stories you hear do you.

    I only got caught once by the ATF.
    They send the dog in the van and everything
    I had a sack of the biggest best tasting bloody red mangos I was taking for my mom.
    It was the one time I hung out with my dad.
    He took me to Mexico on road trip in his new van conversion when I was 17.
    I'm pretty sure I met his other family there.
    Like some waitress at his favorite restaurant he knocked up. The daughter also worked as a waitress there and there was a weird connection. He kept on making gestures and acting weird.almost as if he wanted me to give a good impression or wanted to show off that he had something good there, better than me and my mom.
    It was weird.
    Later that day he was talking shit bout my mom in front of his brothers and nephews who had also travelled separately to be down there. I think it was their older sisters birthday.
    My dad and I squared up.
    He didn't back down on saying shit about mom so I pushed him down.
    His brothers all told him he was a piece of shit. I was surprised when they all took my side. I shouldn't have been.
    I had already broken his back when I was 9.
    For putting hands on my mom.
    I did manual labor as a kid and was strong.
    And I loved martial arts magazines so I had a theoretical idea of how to perform a flying knee. Plus I beat up bullies daily in elementary.
    I can't stand to see certain shit.
    I see red. I go.
    Like with the deer.
    I did not want to even hear it bleat once.
    I don't even know if they bleat.
    But I grabbed that knife and went in to end it before I could hear it cry.
    I was lucky I did not have to be the one to take it's life.

    But my friend was hesitating.
    Like he always done. He never takes the shot I give him. Always waits and the moment is past and he takes a bad shot.
    Me grabbing his knife from his holster and running at the buck was what he needed to get up close and shoot for the grey matter.
    It was my way of playing chicken with him.
    Goading him to do what he has to do.
    And that is what I do.
    Play chicken.
    To see who blinks first.
    But I don't sleep.
    I want it all or I take nothing.
    Cuz I'm a dick.
    And a bastard.
    And a chip off the old Torino.
    Like the bastard that is my dad.
    But I gotta love him.
    It's the law.
    I read it in a book.
    And I'm like one of those old cold war era IBMs.
    You feed me pages of code and I'll spit out coordinating data in my own triplicate.
     
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    Oh yeah the point.
    I remember now.
    I was sick and tired and feeling like warmed over shit
    Like I do right now.
    But the action happened.
    Rich was out walking in the morning and he spotted the deer.
    So I lumbered out.
    And halfway to the ground after I slipped down then hill the first and only time I felt that adrenaline kick in.
    Action!
    I love the action man.
    It gives me power.
    But the i have to pay.
    Now both kidneys hurt.
    But hopefully I just pulled a muscle down there.
    Or maybe they full of fluid.
    And I could use a course of hydrochloroquine.
    I'll keep you posted.
     
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    Leo Tolstoy agrees with this.

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    Yeah my singing voice is not right right now.
    It's a little marylin or a little Ann margaret right now.
     
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    this was hilarious
     
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    I like the Kamala choice. First woman POTUS?
     
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