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| He has a plan |
2/24/2016
2/23/2016
The Conspiracy not to assassinate Trump Pt 1.
Since the early 80's is it has been commonly held wisdom: bang, bang two in the head and one in the chest, if you are a bombastic venture capitalist punk with cajonese of a space age polymer known to alien ex pats only as Trump/Donald, you know its not that simple. Prior to his birth certain ancient cults, I'm looking at you Zoroastrians, so hard it hurts, began slaughtering pigs and dogs in untold numbers, a lot from south Asia...more than you would expect. Diverting blame towards the national well association and other canine scapegoats, you guessed it, time travelling renegades, they are everywhere, woven in time. Began their impudent reavings. Why wont they stop [pantomime pulling ones hair out] , because of Donald MLK Trump, the quantum agent version of Trump who has saved existence time and time again, and whose only weakness is that his life, that of a altruistic omni-powerful savior to mankind, DMLKT who has saved mankind from threats foreign and domestic native and extraterrestrial, but, as I eluded to before is tied to the bombastic Megalomaniac Mogul Donald Trump, two bodies, one life force.
So while the anti-Trump Death squads loaded onto Osprey's and proceeded by a 36 hour bombardment are doable, and even pleasant, can we afford to kill Trump? Both the long and short answer are a resounding, deafening and aggressive "no" but let us elaborate:
A) Trump is, theoretically, a person, of course the accident at Pearsons pier put that to the test, but...basically human material, not fit for murder.
B) Murdering a paranoid Billionaire is difficult, Margaritas are easy...apolitical, welcome to Margaritville, or something.
C) Cyborgs, especially time travelling ones, love Trump, sometimes too hard, sometimes too fast, but it is still called love, in a monochromatic voice as the pincers close around your larynx.
D) My little Ponies
DMLKT certainly has a range of allies despite his uretheral meatus of an alter ego, 90% of them want him to live; 80% of the time, which means its time for the Shadow UN to be called!
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| Things just got complicated |
A) Trump is, theoretically, a person, of course the accident at Pearsons pier put that to the test, but...basically human material, not fit for murder.
B) Murdering a paranoid Billionaire is difficult, Margaritas are easy...apolitical, welcome to Margaritville, or something.
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| You gotta ask, how bad do you want it |
D) My little Ponies
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| He will do things, Pony things |
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| Both UN's are creepy in their own way |
2/22/2016
Adolf Hitler had a Micropenis!? Or a Microscopic Penis?
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| His genitals probably resembled the maw of a squid, but in comically minuscule proportions |
Scientists are coming to the conclusion that the Fuehrer's penis is far smaller than previously believed, while previous estimates of architect of the holocaust's dangle was between 4 and 5.5 inches (11.4 and 13.9 cm), it seems the butcher of millions penis, no matter how expertly used, could not possibly pleasure a women.
While almost all experts agree that his penis was very small, and his testicles where ugly even for testicles, and his man-meat was almost never erect, a small minority of researchers hypothesize that he in fact had a macro penis going so far as to call it a "super-de-duperdy big dick". These researchers often point out that the lack of funding for "Big dick research", especially in regards to a racist demagogue who slaughtered so many for dubious reasons, regardless of his true historical measurements, resulted in much slower, deeper and more rhythmic research before its results could blast into the faces of established Hitler Penis research. While it is true that a 9-inch Thor's hammer would throw historians for a loop, mushroom stamping their preconceived notions of a psychopaths phallic status forever across their figurative cheeks, no researcher would be willing to risk their professional integrity on that dick.
For now the most evil man in recent history, by any dignified account had a rabbit hole of a penis, crowned by a festering nub of a head, framed by deformed anemone like testicles.
2/21/2016
London Mayor product of love quadrangle between Donald Trump, Bernie Sanders, Clancy Brown and Margret Thatcher
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| Trump and Johnson often bond over belittling the others cherished institutions |
In what was called "The four post Parliament", a time traveling four sided love affair that traversed and transcended time and space to produce one of the most dishonest, charismatic, entertaining, homophobic, anti-European UK politicians alive today, has come to light. In what was originally a meta-birther challenge, has turned into one of the most baffling series of events and consequences, never recorded. No one is sure who exactly incubated "De Pfeffel", or kept his egg warm through the cold winter of 1963-64, but what we know is, for some politically and professionally convenient period of time, they all loved him very much.
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| Johnson, AKA Alexander has not heard from Clancy Brown ever since the prolific actor found Jesus and forsworn time travel and its product |
While all four agreed "It was the 60's", and "Time travel can make bedfellows of anyone, literally anyone", they are all very hazy on details, Trump mentioned being snow blind from coke and amyls, and Clancy said he was just so impressed by the setting and the power of the personalities involved that he just couldn't say no, while Sanders and Thatcher said they were unsure if their torrid love affair began or ended because of their positions on Irish hunger-strikers , again blaming the 60's, time travel, cocaine and mutual awe.
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| It is believed that the two politicians often met under the assumed names of Aunt Rose and Uncle Merve |
All that is known for sure is that the Upper East side love pad where the future Mayor and MK was spawned, was owned by a trans-temporal holding company run by Trump, but the very act of Boris's conception spawned a wormhole which sucked both the young "Boris" Egg and Clancy Brown into an alternate dimension and deposited them into their own pool of quantum foam, one to become a renowned character actor, the other to pierce his calcified embryo with his horned beak and crawl into Stanley & Charlotte Johnson's heart, who temporarily contemplated flushing it before deciding to raise it as their own. While Thatcher and Sanders continued to meet, alternatively in NYC and Boca Raton Florida for decades, posing as an old argumentative Jewish couple, Trump was left with only his memories... and a safety deposit box full of 8 mm film.
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