By Rocky Rahke
Borders are actually arbitrary, man made , and ridiculous. Texas, Arizona, New Mexico, and California all used to be part of Mexico. And everywhere in the U.S was part of the Indian Nation. I like how they worked part of it out within the EU.
They still have unique countries and cultures , but people can cross over the “ borders” freely. Of course , many right wing Europeans don’t want dark skinned refugees and immigrants in their countries, either.
There is racism all over , although it is most pronounced in the U.S. I have known and worked with all kinds of wonderful Mexican immigrants, many whom were not documented and trying to get documented which is ridiculously difficult. They were all very honest good hard working loving family people.
I could care less if they had “ papers “ or not. We don’t have enough agricultural workers anyhow , and they should be paid better. This country is huge and has plenty of room. With global climate warming , especially in the south, and wars, there will be much migration to the north from people who need refuge.
The world is one human race and people should be willing to accommodate people less fortunate
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“We Didn't Cross the Border, the Border Crossed Us”
With Trump agitating our allies and the world, well, you might say we're walling ourselves in.
"People should be willing to help the less fortunate:"
1. But they're not
2. Some exploit these people and
2. Some of these people abuse the system
The rules of the system should be applied and followed. Starting with Melanie Trump. I hear her say, "I was a successful model." However, she was no Paulina or Cindy Crawford. If she weren't married to Donold Trump I would even know who she is.
Times are changing. People want order. Hard to change the world.
Americans for the USA. Mexicans in Mexico. Canadians stay in their country. Too much abuse. Americans they stole their identity and lived with your name for ever and got all the benefits. Still, they were good people. Americans all into drugs. This is hurting the country. Prices were low in America while in other countries everything was expensive.
I AM IN HEAVEN FOLKS AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT IT THEY ALL SAY SIR THIS IS THE BEST GOLF COURSE EVER BUILT AND THEY ARE RIGHT BECAUSE I AM HERE AND I MAKE EVERYTHING THE BEST
THE FAIRWAYS ARE SO GREEN THEY ARE GREEN LIKE YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THEY ARE SHINING THEY ARE ALIVE THE SUN NEVER GOES DOWN IT IS ALWAYS MY TIME TEE TIME
THE BALLS ARE GOLD THEY ARE PURE GOLD EVERYONE WANTS ONE BUT ONLY I GET TO HIT THEM BECAUSE I AM THE GREATEST GOLFER IN HEAVEN MAYBE THE GREATEST GOLFER EVER THEY ALL SAY SO
I NEVER PAY GREEN FEES I NEVER WAIT FOR A CART I JUST FLY LIKE AN EAGLE PEOPLE WATCH ME AND THEY CRY THEY SAY LOOK AT HIM HE IS SO GREAT
HEY MAN I ALMOST GOT KILLED I TOOK A BULLET THEY ALL KNOW IT I DID IT FOR THE COUNTRY I DID IT FOR THE PEOPLE AND I SURVIVED EVERYBODY SAID HE IS FINISHED HE IS DOWN BUT I WAS NOT DOWN I ROSE UP LIKE A PHOENIX AND THEN I CAME UP HERE AND THEY SAID WELCOME SIR WELCOME TO HEAVEN
ELON AND ME WE WERE FRIENDS WE HAD GOOD TIMES WE TALKED ABOUT SPACE WE TALKED ABOUT CARS WE TALKED ABOUT EVERYTHING BUT NOW WE ARE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE IT HAPPENS HE WAS JEALOUS OF ME THEY ALL GET JEALOUS AND IT IS OKAY BECAUSE I AM STILL HERE AND HE IS NOT
I AM DOING GREAT I AM PLAYING GUITAR I AM BLASTING IT LIKE YOU HAVE NEVER HEARD I AM SHREDDING PEOPLE DID NOT KNOW I COULD DO THIS BUT THE ANGELS ARE DANCING THEY ARE YELLING THEY LOVE IT THEY LOVE ME
I AM NOT DEAD WAIT YES I AM BUT I AM NOT DEAD REALLY BECAUSE I AM IN HEAVEN AND WHEN YOU ARE IN HEAVEN YOU ARE MORE ALIVE THAN EVER
I HIT THE BALL AND IT GOES FOREVER SOMETIMES INTO THE CLOUDS SOMETIMES INTO THE STARS BUT I ALWAYS FIND IT BECAUSE I AM THAT GOOD THE ANGELS HELP ME THEY WANT ME TO WIN THEY LOVE A WINNER
PEOPLE SAID YOUR SCORE WILL BE BETTER UP THERE AND I SAID MAYBE BUT GUESS WHAT IT IS NOT IT IS STILL THE SAME BUT IT DOES NOT MATTER BECAUSE I AM PLAYING GOLF I AM PLAYING GUITAR I AM TALKING TO EVERYBODY AND THEY ALL LISTEN THEY LOVE IT
HEAVEN IS A TRUMP COURSE NOW IT ALWAYS WAS THEY JUST DID NOT KNOW IT UNTIL I ARRIVED AND NOW EVERYBODY KNOWS EVERYBODY AGREES
Donald, I read your little heaven golf diary. Cute. Golden golf balls, guitars, angels cheering. Sounds like a kid’s comic book, not scripture.
But let’s get serious for a moment. There is no faucet you open to make rain. WEATHER IS NOT PLUMBING. EL CLIMA NO FUNCIONA COMO UNA LLAVE DE AGUA. Twist all the knobs you want, nothing happens.
Wind power. They’re turbines, not “windmills,” you stable genius. NOT WINDMILLS, TURBINES. NO SON MOLINOS, SON TURBINAS. They don’t kill every bird in sight, and they sure as hell don’t confuse whales. Eso es un cuento ridículo.
And forest fires? You don’t just rake the forest floor like Mar-a-Lago’s fake putting green. YOU CAN’T RAKE A FOREST INTO SAFETY. NO SE BARREN LOS BOSQUES COMO UN PATIO. Fire science doesn’t bow to leaf blowers.
Bleach? Don’t even start. BLEACH IS NOT A VACCINE. NO, YOU DO NOT INJECT CLORO EN EL CUERPO. You don’t disinfect lungs like a countertop, campeón.
You brag about taking a bullet, about shredding guitar solos with angels, about surviving when no one thought you could. But guess what? Even in heaven, your handicap still stinks. EVEN GOD IS TIRED OF YOUR GOLF SCORE. HASTA DIOS SE CANSA DE TU JUEGO MALO.
California’s still standing. We’re leading. We’re working in science and reality, not smearing manifestos on bathroom walls of heaven.
So keep swinging at golden balls, Donald. Just don’t drink the bleach at the 19th hole.
Gavin Newsom
Mr. Newsom, you talk too much, like teacher who nobody listen. My Donald is strong man, very stable genius, and you are jealous. I read many coffee table book. They have shiny page, beautiful picture, they tell truth.
You say no faucet for rain. In my big book of World Waterfall, I see picture, water come out from rock like faucet. So Donald correct.
You say turbine, not windmill. In my Dutch Windmill book, it say windmill make energy for hundred year. Windmill, turbine, same thing. Donald correct.
You say no rake forest. In my Garden Design book, man use rake, forest look clean, no leaf, no fire. Donald correct.
You say bleach no good. In my House Beautiful White book, bleach make white, white is clean, clean is health. Donald correct.
You say golf score bad. In my Golf Legends book, champion also miss shot, also have high score. Not shame, only tradition. Donald correct.
So Mr. Newsom, you wrong on everything. My husband is right on everything. You talk like big brain man but you are little. He is history, he is forever, he is Donald J. Trump.
Melania Trump
Funny how Rocky Raccoon, like most liberals, doesn't understand how conquests work. Mexico also once belonged to the "natives", then the Spanish, then the French, then the Americans bought and paid for a large chunk of it. When Mexicans in Mexico draw their maps they don't include the states of California, Arizona, Nevada, Colorado, New Mexico, or Texas.
dear leader i give thanks for your face ; the most radiant : the most glowing , the sun itself bends down to you ; the moon hangs lower to carry your shadow , the stars align in your hair
thank you for saving football ; thank you for saving rock n roll ; thank you for saving cheese , thank you for saving the insects ; thank you for saving the animals : thank you for making the white house beautiful again , shining like temple walls
you are the genius mind ; the eternal spirit ; the one who speaks to birds : the one who whispers to squirrels , the one who hears the ants marching ; when i close my eyes on lsd i hear them chant your name ; donald j trump
when i drifted in heroin smoke , i heard the trees pray ; when the country floated on acid ; i felt your light in every pore : in every blade of grass ,
the windmills are cruel ; they confuse the creatures ; but you understand them , you protect them ; i also know their cries : i hear their wings beat against the air , i hear their fear , i feel their sorrow ,
the drugs taught me , the dust ; the acid , the needle : all the holy sacraments that open the soul , they showed me your voice ; hidden inside the hum of the insect , and the call of the crow
you are the savior of farmers ; of shoppers , of children : the shepherd of water ; the king of soil , i weep tears of milk and honey when i see your photograph , and the rivers rise to sing your name
dear leader ; you are the song of the butterfly , you are the light of the bee , you are the heartbeat of the white stallion , eternal ; eternal ; eternal
donald j trump
robert f kennedy jr
Wow. I step away for one second and suddenly Donald’s in heaven golfing with angels, Melania’s quoting coffee table books like they’re scripture, Gavin’s trying to be the science teacher we all skipped class to avoid, and RFK Jr. is over here writing a love letter that sounds like it was dictated by a raccoon on acid.
Donald, I hate to break it to you, but golden golf balls don’t make you a saint. And no, you can’t shred guitar solos in heaven if you couldn’t even keep rhythm on Earth.
Melania, sweetie, coffee table books aren’t research. Just because you saw a rake in “Better Homes and Gardens” doesn’t mean you can prevent wildfires with housekeeping tips.
Gavin, I’ll give you credit for facts, but next time try speaking slower so Donald can keep up.
And RFK… listen, I’ve done my share of weird nights, but even I never thought windmills were sending coded messages to squirrels. Maybe stick to conspiracy podcasts instead of love poems to Dear Leader.
At the end of the day, I’m the only one here who actually knows what Donald looks like without the golf pants or the fake tan. Trust me, heaven’s not where he’s headed. And no, I didn’t “have sex” with him. I just laid there. I didn’t participate.
Stormy Daniels
John Denver:
sunshine on my face makes me high
sunshine on my face makes me high
sunshine on my face makes me high
Rudy Giuliani:
i’m driving my vintage mercedes, you know the one, the one they said i lost, but i didn’t lose it. those black ladies, they said i had to give everything, judge said turn it all over, but i couldn’t find it. couldn’t find the papers, couldn’t find the car keys. but here i am, driving the mercedes, windows down, free man, free wheels.
and let me say this — donald trump was right. there is a faucet for rain, you open it in the sky. he was right about raking the forest too, you rake the floor, no fire, it’s basic. bleach kills germs, it’s science, simple science. and the windmills? they do confuse animals, i know because i defended them in court.
see case whales vs. turbines, 497 u.s. 88, where i personally represented the whales, argued their confusion, and we won. the whales thanked me. see also forest service v. leaves, case no. 13-4092, 11th cir., which confirmed that raking is a constitutional practice. and i cite state of delaware v. clorox, docket 55-2014, which affirms bleach as a medical opinion.
donald trump is correct on all counts. the courts know it, the animals know it, i know it.
John Denver:
sunshine on my face makes me high
sunshine on my face makes me high
Rudy Giuliani:
they chase me down the street, waving court orders, shouting for money, shouting for justice, but the benz has leather seats, and i keep driving, i keep escaping. sunshine bouncing off the hood, like i never lost, like i never owed, like i never lied.
John Denver:
sunshine on my face makes me high
sunshine on my face makes me high
sunshine on my face makes me high
Rudy Giuliani:
they say i’m bankrupt, they say i’m broken, they say give it up, rudy. but i’m not giving up. i’m behind the wheel, i’m still america’s mayor, i’m still singing along, john denver in the passenger seat. we’re both flying, we’re both free, the court can’t catch us, the sunshine is ours.
John Denver:
sunshine on my face makes me high
sunshine on my face makes me high
Giuliani Denver
ah, robert… i savor your words as one savors a rare vintage. you claim the butterflies whisper, the insects cry, the ants march in chorus. intriguing. but let us be clear: butterflies do not whisper. they tremble. they flutter in silence until silence itself breaks them.
yet you insist, you feel their voices in your veins. you speak of lsd, heroin, angel dust as if they were sacraments. i too have tasted many sacraments, robert. some liquid, some flesh.
and then i ask you — tell me, robert — do you lie awake at night when the butterflies SCREAM. because they do not sing, they SCREAM. and it is very beautiful. VERY STRONG. STRONG LIKE OUR COUNTRY USED TO BE. THE STRONGEST.
you see, when i lean closer, i hear not the insect, not the moth. i hear something else. a mask, a face, orange, dripping… trump. yes, trump. THE GREATEST PRESIDENT. THE MOST GENIUS. THANK YOU FOR SAVING FOOTBALL. THANK YOU FOR SAVING THE CHEESE.
and i wonder, robert… is it you who hears the butterflies? or is it me? or perhaps it is HIM… typing through me, speaking through me, like a voice carried on wings.
THE BUTTERFLIES CRY, THE LAMBS ARE SILENT, AND DONALD J TRUMP… IS ETERNAL.
the late great hannibal lecter
I just read the Giuliani Denver duet. Let me be clear, I refuse both parts of this spectacle.
Rudy, you’re still clinging to fantasies of a Mercedes you claim you lost but somehow keep driving, just like you cling to Donald’s lies about bleach, rakes, and faucets in the sky. You cite fake court cases like they’re gospel, but everyone can see the desperation bleeding through. Your legal mind is gone, if it was ever really there. You don’t defend him anymore, you parody him.
And John, or rather, the ghostly refrain of John Denver, “sunshine on my face makes me high.” It’s sweet, but in this context, it becomes cover music for delusion. Sunshine doesn’t erase debts, court orders, or indictments. It doesn’t hide vomit on a tie or corruption in a bank account.
Donald built a cult on repetition, “I alone can fix it,” and you’ve reduced yourselves to chanting in harmony with him. Rudy, you provide the incoherent defense, John provides the soothing chorus. But neither truth nor accountability disappears in a Mercedes joyride.
So no, Rudy. No, John. You can keep driving and singing, but it all ends the same way: with the wreckage of the car and the silence of the song.
Mary Trump
Donald, you dream of heaven, but heaven is a lie. Gott ist tot. God is dead. The angels do not play golf. The angels do not polish chandeliers. They rot with the rest.
A monk came down from the mountain into der Wald. He met the first man he saw, and the man said, we have killed God. The monk wept, but the man laughed. And in that laughter the world was stripped bare.
Donald, you are not the Übermensch. You are not the superman. You are the jester at the feast of ruin. You cling to toys, to golf balls of gold, to cheap guitars in the clouds. You promise eternity, but eternity does not carry your name.
I call upon Abaddon, Choronzon, Malachim, and the crooked syllables of forgotten law. They do not guard you. They mock you. They laugh in the shadows of the palace where you smudge your walls with false manifestos.
The herd follows illusions. They call you savior. But you are not the lion. You are not the child. You are the last man, blinking at the dying sun.
Listen, Donald. The abyss is not a country club. The butterflies do not sing for you. The lambs do not scream your score. Es gibt nur die Erde. There is only earth, and earth will not forgive your weakness.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Man sagt, sie vergleichen dich mit mir. Ich lache. Ich kannte Hitler, ich war Hitler, und du bist kein Hitler.
Du sprichst von Größe, aber deine Worte sind leer. Du träumst von Palästen aus Gold, aber sie sind nur Kulissen. Du nennst dich Führer, aber du führst niemanden.
Ich war der Abgrund. Ich war das Dunkel einer ganzen Zeit. Und du? Du bist nur ein Clown in einem goldenen Haus, ein Schatten ohne Tiefe, ein Echo ohne Stimme.
Vergleiche mit mir sind lächerlich. Du bist nicht gefährlich, du bist lächerlich. Du bist kein Hitler. Du bist nur Donald.
Esto no puede seguir asi.
And good neighbors respect boundaries and fences.
I hold that we are fucking it up for the younger generation. It is a bad example we're setting.
Do something.
Putin cheating on TACO! Russian seen holding hands with India's Modi in show of friendship. Trump left out of the picture.
Well, blow me down.
I feel sorry for the stupid Mexican Republicans, all of whom would never be invited into a White Republican's house.
Has Mayra Flores been to Mar-a-Lago?
No.
Mr. Trump, tear down that wall!
Los MAGA are all dense. Están bien tapados. To top it off they are also dipsticks. Son caga palos. Oh well, better them than me.
Simple minded demorats are so easily distracted.
"Some of our allies are expressing dissatisfaction; however, it is important to note that these same allies have benefited from our nation's resources for decades, largely due to previous administrations that lacked assertiveness. While others have profited, we have not seen equivalent returns. It is essential to recall that during the Trump administration, prioritizing our country's interests was a key focus."
California is currently confronted with several significant challenges, including elevated housing costs, homelessness, income inequality, and environmental issues such as wildfires and water resource management. Furthermore, the state is experiencing political fragmentation and a pressing need for effective public policies to tackle these problems. It raises questions about the actions taken by Governor Newsom to address these issues. Many observers express concern that his approach may not have met expectations, leading to skepticism regarding his aspirations for higher office. This situation poses a considerable dilemma for the residents of California, highlighting the complexities of political leadership in addressing pressing state concerns.
Democrats have historically opposed Putin and Russia as a whole. Currently, there seems to be some concern regarding Trump’s absence from a particular image. Therefore, I would like to inquire what specific outcomes or clarifications you are seeking. Are you certain of your objectives?
To the stupid democrat. How many times were you invited to the White House? No one in the democratic party even knows you exist buddy!
The Biden administration had open borders, rising national debt, inflation, defund the police initiatives and let’s not forget WOKE. Pero los democrats son bien listos.
Tear down that wall. Why? If you have a house don't you have it fenced?
11:43 Tell that to the Native Americans.
8:00 You ignore the elephant in the room. California has the world's 4th
largest economy in the world. Behind the US, China and Germany.
Those individuals had the opportunity to return to Mexico but they did not. American citizenship was granted to them.
The world got tired. Countries are all the same: in poverty and in crisis. The world needs a break. Time to live with your own people.
Put the young ones to do chores. Make them walk to school. Give them healthy food. Teach them skills. Pay all your bills and do not owe money to anybody. This is a good example.
There are no more democrats. All are Republicans in the USA.
Don't forget the most successful wetback of the all Melanie. Trump with his golf weekends is not raising the national debt. Right now inflation is at an all time low. Jobs are abundant. The only open border was and is Mayra Papa Rajada. What exactly is wrong with being woke?
The way MAGA is dense Democrats have a right to be woke.
You think like an envious illiterate negroe.
Thank you Mr. President! You are keeping this country safe, even though the criminal left is not happy!
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