Don’t look back.

Have a drink and a suck.

Fliptard

A cynic is the man who eats the cherry and leaves the martini. Life is trifle—but sherry makes it tolerable. You can’t be sure of a woman who sneezes. She has a Rolls body and Balham mind. No woman of forty can afford to be happy. - Stultitia’s Comedy Tavern Girl

European Socialist corporate personhood heist, now the looting of American 🇺🇸 taxpayer Intellectual Property. Done by Greenspan/Clinton Crabbing. Dummies. Kill it now! View quoted note →

Look no further than Second Life and the Linden Dollar. Notably used by celebrities and politicians, under anonymity. To have arguably illegal online sex with our children…yes…children. When soon after, China 🇨🇳 called for the elimination of the U.S. Dollar as a World Currency. Who let the enemy in the front door? Europe. Corporate Personhood is a complete and total failure. Y’all better start building trebuchets and digging moats, from days goneby.

I love 💕 that the Greek Orthodox Church doesn’t proselytize and have a Pope. With Bible Thumping and giving others a self-righteous headache, before their time to come. I saw them with the Islamist Jihad and Hare Krishna on the street corners of New York City Times Square, as a precocious child. It’s terrible pretending to be “do gooders” to intentionally downtrodden others, especially with a revolving door confessional. Then rescue the fallen into homosexual anthropology Occult, Black Armies. Using the textbook Cycle of Abuse, as the Knight in Shining Armor. And newer discovery of the Stockholm Syndrome phenomenon. At least the Hare Krishna gave out free sandwiches.

Freudian Canadian Kool-Aid

They were of the same stamp all of them, drinkers, madcaps, fighters, gamblers, full of strange caprices and extraordinary whims. Yet they were kindly fellows in their rough fashion, save only this Baldock, a fat man who prided himself on his skill at the box-fight. It was he who, by his laughter against the French because they were ignorant of sport, caused me to challenge him in every sport at which he excelled. You would say that it was foolish, my friends; but the decanter had passed many times, and the blood 🩸 of youth ran hot in my veins. I would fight him, this boaster; I would show him that if we had not skill, at least we had courage. <snip> - Arthur Conan Doyle Excerpts from: “The Oxford Book of Humorous Prose”, page 457