The Deep State is in a panic and Trump just told them to go scream at the sky. Democrats, the FBI and Deep State want President Trump to hide the names of the FISA abusers in the memo. TRUMP WILL RELEASE FISA MEMO WITHOUT REDACTIONS. WE the PEOPLE will know of YOUR CRIMES.
The Calm Elitist
Panic? Not me.
I am Elite.
My Deep State Friends
Will help me cheat.
Well, I’m disappointed. The government is viciously going after marijuana use in 2018, even as our neighbors Mexico and Canada plan to completely legalize within a couple months. I hate that. All of the pedophiles and Luciferians – the Clintons, their backers, the Podestas, etc. – all of them are still 100 percent free.
Hillary read from a book at the Grammys. Free and clear elite jetsetter. She’s not under house arrest of any kind- she can go anywhere on the planet, provided she has the jet fuel.
George Soros was mocking the United States of America and calling for our demise in a lecture delivered at Davos, only feet away from the American President. Free and clear.
The Podestas are still free, and live comfortably in Washington. The nation’s capitol, and also a safe space for Luciferian pedophiles. Pedophile Sanctuary City = D.C.
Meanwhile, the full weight and resources of the federal government are being used to go after peaceful pot smokers. Despicable– I stand against it, and I am speaking out when others are afraid to, or too lazy to.
Night Funeral in Harlem
You Are Old, Father William
“You are old, Father William,” the young man said,
“And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head—
Do you think, at your age, it is right?”
“In my youth,” Father William replied to his son,
“I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.”
“You are old,” said the youth, “as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door—
Pray, what is the reason of that?”
“In my youth,” said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
“I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment—one shilling the box—
Allow me to sell you a couple?”
“You are old,” said the youth, “ and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the back—
Pray, how did you manage to do it?”
“In my youth,” said his father, “I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.”
“You are old,” said the youth, “one would hardly suppose
That your eye was steady as ever;
Yet, you balanced an eel on the end of your nose—
What made you so awfully clever?”
“I have answered three questions, and that is enough,”
Said his father. “Don’t give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I’ll kick you downstairs!”