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Phil's Facebook is back so I'm sure he'll will be back on Twitter spouting empty threats soon enough.
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That spud is a leak. Every Antifa Supersoldier should know this.I woke up this morning and found my entire 10lb bag of russets bleeding out on the floor.
I been Tardtifa'd
No public posts, though. I figure he’s staying private for now, but eventually he’s going to start e-begging, he’ll switch to public so he can beg to more people and forget to switch back when he whines about the farms. Phil is quite predictablePhil's Facebook is back so I'm sure he'll will be back on Twitter spouting empty threats soon enough.
Do they even have cheese and artisinal mountain dew shops in Portland?
No social media post with hamfisted reference of white man raping some brownskins? He's pretty low-energy these days, must be onset of type 2 diabetes.Happy Daddy Rape Day everyone!
I celebrated by bumming a retard.Happy Daddy Rape Day everyone!
Holy shit, I forgot about Daddy Rape Day! I was having too much time doing shit that I like.Happy Daddy Rape Day everyone!
Let's meditate on this poignant poem while we await new content:Happy Daddy Rape Day everyone!
I was but a piece of meat,
For him to pound and rip and play.
He radiated sweaty heat
As he bent me over, and was forced to obey.
Let's meditate on this poignant poem while we await new content:
I remember that day,The Fourth of July Nineteen-Ninety-Seven.I was defiled by the man,I was supposed to call 'Father' .Under those Stars and StripesRed, White, and Blue.It would be the perfect day no one will believe,Sexual Assault would happened to you.I guess the word "America" means "freedom" - as in,"free to rape your fucking eleven-year-old kid" .I was but a piece of meat,For him to pound and rip and play.He radiated sweaty heatAs he bent me over, and was forced to obey.Like White European Settlers,He colonized and violated my body,As if it were land,a dead thing you can claim.Maybe I displayed effeminate behavior,and therefore he decided to have his way with me.I remember that day,The Fourth of July Nineteen-Ninety-Seven.I was defiled by the man,I was supposed to call 'Father' .He touched my gentials and my torsoand viced my wrists,as fireworks exploded along the Delaware,in Philadelphia that night.Right on the waterfront,At Penn's Landing to be exact.I found the courage to report it to the police,it went to court in Woodbury, New Jersey.On August Twelveth, Nineteen-Ninety-Seven , My twelveth birthday.The Fucking Judge Tomasello, let the bastard walk free.The court said "My mother and I made this up"I was blamed for telling the truthThe State protects that patriarchal bastard-of-a-prepetrator,who lied his way out of jail.I guess that crack in that Liberty Bell,shows how fucked up the American Injustice System really is.I was shamed and ridiculed,And ostracized from my community.I cut myself on my shoulder, cut out my first birthmark with scissors,and attempted suicide several times during my teenage years.I hated my Male Body,I didn't want to be a boy anymore, more so after the rape.So I did something about it years later,but that's a whole other story I'll get into later.So this and every Fourth of July: past, present, and future.Please don't fly those Stars and Stripes for me,and tell me it represents freedom, its fucking bullshit.
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Imagine maybe half a million Phils taking to the streets to try to bring about the glorious Communist Revolution. That's basically what it would be like.
itll be munchieI wonder what “cause” he will hide behind this time once he resurfaces.
itll be munchie
lots of begging for 'needs', excuse to not work, lots of asspats and minority status
The stench would rise to God Himself, and only an Act of God can cleanse an unworthy earth of their noisome reek. I suggest a firestorm or asteroid, but a good ol' fashioned plague or earthquake would be good, too.Imagine maybe half a million Phils taking to the streets to try to bring about the glorious Communist Revolution.
Bouncing and squeaking the likes of which God hasn't seen.Imagine maybe half a million Phils taking to the streets
The stench would rise to God Himself, and only an Act of God can cleanse an unworthy earth of their noisome reek. I suggest a firestorm or asteroid, but a good ol' fashioned plague or earthquake would be good, too.