I need a butt-shine,
Right now
You are holy,
Oh, sacred Cow
I thirst for you,
Provide Milk.
Buff my balls,
Love the Cow,
Good fortune for those that do.
Love me, breathe my feet,
The Cow has risen.
Wax my ass,
Scrub my balls.
The Cow has risen,
Provide Milk.
The catacombs of my head produce the most wonderful dreams and visions. I feel that I am one with my intellect and my soul. It was during these dreams and visions that I concocted a notion. It started as something small at first, but after every dream it grew stronger, until the urge had become too great. No longer could this strong desire in my mind be suppressed. Recognizing this fact, my one and only goal in life became the termination of everything that was free and loving. Only I could realize the true value of loving and expression. Only in my dreams. This feeling pervaded everything in my life, yet the first few months after realizing my goal, I had done nothing. Then one day, as I was driving home from work, I noticed two children crossing the street. They were happy, happy to be free from their troubles. I knew, however, that this happiness and sense of freedom were much too overwhelming for them. This happiness was mine by right. I had earned it in my dreams. As I neared the young ones, I put all my weight on my right foot, keeping the accelerator pedal on the floor until I heard the crashing of the two children on the hood, and then the sharp cry of pain from one of the two. I was so fascinated for a moment, that when after I had stopped my vehicle, I just sat in a daze, sweet visions filling my head. My dream was abruptly ended when I heard a loud banging on the front window. It was an old man, who was using his cane to awaken me. He might have been a witness to my act of love. I was not sure, nor did I care. It was simply ecstasy. As I drove home, I envisioned myself committing more of these "acts of love", and after a while, I had no trouble carrying them out. The more people I killed, the longer my dreams were. I soon quit my job, and stayed at my house in an almost comatose state. My dreams grew longer and more vivid. They kept me alive and proved to be the only thing to live for. I had killed nearly 38 people by the time of my twenty-third birthday, and each one was more fulfilling than the last. I was never really surprised at how I evaded the police. My dreams had taken over my life, and they guided me through the right path, and I never had need for fear of police. Or anything, for that matter.
Copyright by Beto O’Rourke, member of Cult of the Dead Cow.
fucking guy is off the rails. Please keep running so the world can see
the nut jobs the Dems purport to be their rising star.
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They already accept infanticide. This is just the same thing but delayed a little.
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any problems with the fantasized actions in this work of his?
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The MSM had this info on Beto and never said a peep during his senate run. They almost assuredly have a treasure trove of information on Biden.
Beto was fine until he started sounding rational...”I’m a capitalist, not a socialist”.
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Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVW4x4uE6WI
Bastard always said he lived in bumfuck, Indiana.
...and when did he know it?
Could you provide the context please (if this is actually real).
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of fantasy. Trump nailed him by calling him crazy.
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We know from the Kavanaugh hearings that being a teen is no protection from even fake charges much less confirmed charges.
Link: https://m.washingtontimes.com/news/2019/mar/16/beto-orourke-mortified-over-articles-written-as-te/
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