I’ve told members of my family that they and all their lib friends are part of the problem. We don’t talk much anymore.
We can all identify the problem.
Will illegal aliens, the corrupted media and Dept. of Justice, voter fraud at the precinct, county, state and federal level decide the future path the US will travel?
Can the soap box and the ballot box be the solution when there is no integrity in mass Media, the voting process and justice system?
I suppose we’ll see next November and beyond.
Problem: Progressive utopia not equal to reality
Solution: Insert head further into sand
My thoughts exactly!
Yeah – my son’s not talking to me right now. I actually hope he doesn’t call me before Christmas, so I can use the money I would be spending on him for Christmas to buy myself a gun. Not too worried about it though, he’ll call as soon as he wants something from me.
Succinct.
I sent the image of the concert hall slaughterhouse in Paris to my creepy REgressive sister with the caption, This is Your Fault.
We don’t talk much anymore.
O I’m so sorry to hear that-a mother and her son should be tighter then ticks.
I’ve told members of my family that they and all their lib friends are part of the problem. We don’t talk much anymore.
We can all identify the problem.
Will illegal aliens, the corrupted media and Dept. of Justice, voter fraud at the precinct, county, state and federal level decide the future path the US will travel?
Can the soap box and the ballot box be the solution when there is no integrity in mass Media, the voting process and justice system?
I suppose we’ll see next November and beyond.
Problem: Progressive utopia not equal to reality
Solution: Insert head further into sand
My thoughts exactly!
Yeah – my son’s not talking to me right now. I actually hope he doesn’t call me before Christmas, so I can use the money I would be spending on him for Christmas to buy myself a gun. Not too worried about it though, he’ll call as soon as he wants something from me.
Succinct.
I sent the image of the concert hall slaughterhouse in Paris to my creepy REgressive sister with the caption, This is Your Fault.
We don’t talk much anymore.
O I’m so sorry to hear that-a mother and her son should be tighter then ticks.
My mom’s name was Gladys-my best friend.
Great graphic.