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**WEB/THE BLACK SPHERE: It turns out that black babies are cheaper than monkeys. Don’t believe me, just read this report by Reuters. This is why black babies are being used as lab rats to test a bio-weapons grade anthrax vaccine. In the time of a black president {ahem}, a presidential ethics panel (you read that right) is the panel who concluded that black babies could be used for the testing. Believe it or not, this is being done for the kids. We need a pediatric anthrax vaccine. Here is a what panel chairman Amy Gutmann, president of the University of Pennsylvania, had to say: “Balancing the need to protect children against the need to know, for instance, the safe dose of the vaccine, made this one of the most difficult ethical reviews a bioethics board has ever conducted because kids could one day die by the millions from anthrax. So what? NO BLACK CHILDREN are dying from anthrax, and who knows the future implications of testing on black children?"

To an untrained girlfriend it's bad, but to a trained one it is good, as
a mid-throat chop forces an untrained girlfriend to act as she should

You moaned like general George Washington a lot I guess when he
dazzled old bald John Adams in Martha's 1st term, first lady's dress

Christ, stop the-Earth-is-heating-up-talk as the ***** of well-diggers
& the **** of witches in steel bras goes into lethal, cryological shock
for Harriet Bosse, the 3rd wife (1901- 4), whom no man dare mock
or Harriet Sofie Bosse for Strindberg as Henry Miller's *Crazy ****

Michael Jackson was killed in an avalanche yet no fan was told and
Tito sobbed when he found out that Janet had stolen Michael's gold
hidden under queen-toting Oprah's jelly belly lard *** jiggly fat fold
in the hard, frozen-cold dawn, 'neath the blubbery sheath of blubber
that made kin-queer Oprah's jelly belly hard **** bounce like rubber
on the garden path 'tween the 2 pretty shrubs of Roger the Shrubber
that could be made of fir trees if not for a preponderance of lumber,
of the soft-pine variety that make cheap coffins for dirt-nap slumber
with big-thinking worms & where Obama's ***** ain't no cucumber

[Lincoln's War (1861-5) was not a civil war, nor was it an insurrection, as the South had created a functioning, viable, democratic Republic that had no interest in pelf; nor in capturing the northern capital city of Washington; nor in conquering and enslaving the citizens of New England; nor in occupying the Atlantic Seaboard; nor in ****** the women of Cincinnati.] Would Lincoln have nuked Montgomery, Richmond & Atlanta? Never in Earth's history have white men taken up arms to defend la causa humana de Negroes. Calling a pickaninny ****** is disrespectful. The brothers of the brotherhood, the Fraternal Order of Police, are of the erroneous belief that after clubbing & shaking down citizens all day they'll forevermore be permitted to return to mortgaged 3-bedroom houses for quiet, ***** evenings in the ***** of frumpy, common-law wives. This will soon change. The frat boys of the F.O.P. will be dragged by the greasy hair of their balding heads (off those Lazy Boy recliners) and beat to death in the streets by the neighbor-citizens whom they've brutalized.

You **** my raunchy *** 'cause you are gay from Monday through
Thursday for a full week's pay, regardless of what you playfully say

The most unlikely 3 lines of dialogue ever! ~ "Who's your girlfriend?" ~ "The one who looks like Spiro Agnew." ~ "She's hot!"

I ain't looking to have my **** *** scratched by a goofy communist
'cause Rome wasn't built in a day, & I don't want no more homosex
from you, now that you have confessed to being homosexually gay.

A TOILET TOO FAR AWAY made messing up the floor probable (even likely). "It can't be done," youthful cadet Jimmy Carter said a hundred years before crapping-out because he was insane. Nobody doubts that, not even people who usually would; people who eat dirt cookies in Haiti and rinse their calf muscles with white gas (also known as Coleman fuel). ******* pagans! Saying bad stuff about Jesus! They ought to be ashamed! Hanged upside down on a cross then set ablaze!

In 1904 Theodore Nudist entered the hot tub after his name was announced by the ship's director. Small children were ushered into a holding cell while Nazis drew their guns. Theodore, or Mr. Nudist, had seen it all before. Nobody wanted to be associated with a man named Theodore because of Theodore Roosevelt probably.

♋ I see it, some of it.
♋ I see it, all of it.
♋ I don't see it, not all of it.


☕ Women don't want to work on high-voltage power lines or dig ditches. They want to work indoors all day and complain.

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When **** *** comes home lots of **-******* will jump & shout
for **** *** to whip his mega-thrill-hammer-**** all the way out
If you sing psalms of **** ***'s cocky Gospels a lot, **** ***'ll
crucify you over coffee on the ****** ground upon which the brave
crusaders of his religion's messianic prophet had historically fought

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Judaism is a religion, no less so than Catholicism. No one is half-Catholic. No child possesses
Catholic genes. Religion/philosophy is taught. Religion/philosophy is not genetic.
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My tough, manly hands are brittle like I got deadly ptomaine a little
'cause 3 **** could not make me unlove you while God's above you
ensuring that flat Earth stays put, like a woman on more than 1 foot
stuffed with Polaki plans for red Chinese wiener factory production
that increases hypo-viral A.I.D.S. & ****** pump implant reduction

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The Manson family emerged from communistical roots ****** red,
'cause no dog is safe from a wash of isotopes that burn out the head
of David Bowie who's ******* died & ***** Earth whilst he's dead!
No mammal is safe from a backwash of isotopes that burn the head
as David Bowie has ******' died! Look out he ***** after he's dead!
Chuck Manson's family stepped on ****** communistical roots red
of David Bowie who has ******* died & humps us after he is dead!
Do not play idiotical like Oprah/Orpah 'cause you heard what I said
The orbital flavor of space gum sticks to dentures like a rancid ***
who prefers tiny Ringo Starr over full-size Pete Best on snare drum
and Abner's antics over the ****-ups of Jeb Clampett's teacher Lum

[URBAN ****** RE-USE PROJECT, (N.R.A. 1935) : Abstract, Full ****** Employment : Tom F. Jones “Tommy Boy,” 56, (+ 13 pickaninnies); unable to lift 20 pounds. Projection 15 (grim)]

My crapped-out lover cuddles me not, nor hands to me U.S. marine
hand grenades to obliterate gay ***-heads smoking deadly ***** ***

He walks, sobs & drinks from a horse trough, ******* & prostitutes:
it's Comanchee T.V.'s David Hasselhoff in Slice Their Eye Lids Off

From the book, Los Comanches, The Horse People 1751-1845, by Stanley Noyes:

Comanches put the prisoner to work digging a hole, telling him they needed it for a religious ceremony. When the captive, using a knife and his hands, had completed digging a pit about five feet deep, they bound him with rope, placed him in it, filled the hole with dirt, packing it around his body and exposed head. They then scalped him and cut off his ears, nose, lips, and eyelids. Leaving him bleeding, they rode away, counting on the sun and insects to finish their work for them. Later, back at their encampment, they told the story as an excellent joke, one which gained them a certain celebrity throughout the tribe.

Kiss me like a greasy, ***** Italian should below my soft pine wood
as I rub oil on your knobby ******* like a gay **** ******* cripples

“Comanches put the prisoner to work digging a hole, telling him they needed it for a religious ceremony. When the captive, using a knife and his hands, had completed digging a pit about five feet deep, they bound him with rope, placed him in it, filled the hole with dirt, packing it around his body and exposed head. They then scalped him and cut off his ears, nose, lips, and eyelids. Leaving him bleeding, they rode away, counting on the sun and insects to finish their work for them. Later, back at their encampment, they told the story as an excellent joke, one which gained them a certain celebrity throughout the tribe.” —  Stanley Noyes, 𝘓𝘰𝘴 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 1751 -- 1845 (1993)

Pentacel is a vaccine indicated for active immunization against
diphtheria, tetanus, pertussis, 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗺𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘀 and invasive disease due
to Haemophilus influenzae type b. Pentacel is approved for use as
a four dose series in children 6 weeks through 4 years of age (prior
to 5th birthday).

The following adverse events were included based on one or more of the following
factors: severity, frequency of reporting, or strength of evidence for a causal relationship
to Pentacel.
• Cardiac disorders
Cyanosis
• Gastrointestinal disorders
Vomiting, diarrhea
• General disorders and administration site conditions
Injection site reactions (including inflammation, mass, abscess and sterile
abscess), extensive swelling of the injected limb (including swelling that involved
adjacent joints), vaccination failure/therapeutic response decreased (invasive
H. influenzae type b disease)
• Immune system disorders
Anaphylaxis/anaphylactic reaction, hypersensitivity (such as rash and urticaria)
• Infections and infestations
Meningitis, rhinitis, viral infection
• Metabolism and nutrition disorder

• If Guillain-Barré syndrome occurred within 6 weeks of receipt of a
prior vaccine containing tetanus toxoid, the risk for Guillain-Barré
syndrome may be increased following Pentacel.

"Prey of Niger, A.D. 2072," excerpt: Fifteen tribesmen overtook my ***** *** after 5 miles. I was exhausted. I had no experience with desert extremes. The chief ****** said that I could sleep in his mud-hut mansion for an hour before they butchered me. He was pleasant enough, except for his cannibalistical zeal. In another life we could've got along like Siamese twin brothers, I guess.
      Swanky Negresses danced with their hoods ablated. I'd seen sails flapping in the breeze off the Horn, but this was fantastical, like pucked maidenheads shorn by tomahawks.

Patricia Wright Ellis (born July 5, 1921)[1] is an American former actress and dancer, weather presenter, announcer, and commercial spokeswoman who made several film and television appearances throughout the 1950s and 1960s. She also wrote, directed and produced, and was featured in printed adverts and educational videos for which she won awards, including at the Argentine Film Festival.[2] Ellis was the leading lady in the short subject 𝑪𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒐𝒐 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒐 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒐, opposite The Three Stooges. She was also an announcer on the late 1950s daytime television series Queen for a Day.

Patricia Wright Ellis
July 5, 1921 (age 103)

But homosexuals want to be imprisoned Maggie! No they don't! I knew a **** when I was a girly scout and he hated prison more than death. You're wrong there! Homos are just like you and me, the only thing that separates them from of us is their love for prison. Well, when you put it that way, I guess you're right.

“DARLENE, LOOK, there're 2 young lovers ******* in the dark.”
“*******? Don't you mean kissing?”
   “What'd I say?”
   “*******.”
   “No thanks, I've already eaten.”
   “You meant park, right?”
   “No I didn't.”
   “I don't care for your brand of fun. I say no thanks to it.”
   “Darlene listen. When's the central government going to show
the passionless resentment, or resolve, that'll lay claim to the
unseen problems inherent in my life?”
   Darlene just sat there: so dumb, so beautiful. It seemed that she was unconcerned, disconnected, lost in Darlene World. Perhaps a rattle snake stuffed into her underpants would stir her? It's worth a try. I'd be willing to give it a go.
   “Look over there Darlene!” I'd say to which she'd reply:
“Do not stuff a rattle snake into my underpants.”
   “Okay, if that's what you don't want me to do then I shall abide by your wishes, besides, I've got more important & exciting things to do than stuff a rattle snake into your underpants.”
   “Like what?” She'd ask.
   “Like plenty of things,” I'd say, although I'd be
unable, or perhaps unwilling, to list any.
   “Could it be that you have nothing better to do than stuff a
rattle snake into my underpants?” She'd ask intuitively.
   “No! That's not it at all. I love you
Darlene. Can't you understand that?”
   She looked at me penetratively, her underpants snakeless.
“And I love you. Let's find some way to express our newly-
discovered  fondness for one another without you stuffing
a rattle snake into my underpants.”
   “Maybe, but I still might do it for kicks you know?”
  “Well, sure, as long as you know the difference. ---
Is that your niece? What's she doing with that *****?”
   “Oh, him, I think he's determined to make her pregnant.”
   “That's wonderful!” Darlene proclaimed as we
were all negroes so it didn't mean anything anyhow.

“DARLENE, LOOK, there're 2 young lovers ******* in the dark.”
“*******? Don't you mean kissing?”
   “What'd I say?”
   “*******.”
   “No thanks, I've already eaten.”
   “You meant park, right?”
   “No I didn't.”
   “I don't care for your brand of fun. I say no thanks to it.”
   “Darlene listen. When's the central government going to show
the passionless resentment, or resolve, that'll lay claim to the
unseen problems inherent in my life?”
   Darlene just sat there: so dumb, so beautiful. It seemed that she was unconcerned, disconnected, lost in Darlene World. Perhaps a rattle snake stuffed into her underpants would stir her? It's worth a try. I'd be willing to give it a go.
   “Look over there Darlene!” I'd say to which she'd reply:
“Do not stuff a rattle snake into my underpants.”
   “Okay, if that's what you don't want me to do then I shall abide by your wishes, besides, I've got more important & exciting things to do than stuff a rattle snake into your underpants.”
   “Like what?” She'd ask.
   “Like plenty of things,” I'd say, although I'd be
unable, or perhaps unwilling, to list any.
   “Could it be that you have nothing better to do than stuff a
rattle snake into my underpants?” She'd ask intuitively.
   “No! That's not it at all. I love you
Darlene. Can't you understand that?”
   She looked at me penetratively, her underpants snakeless.
“And I love you. Let's find some way to express our newly-
discovered  fondness for one another without you stuffing
a rattle snake into my underpants.”
   “Maybe, but I still might do it for kicks you know?”
  “Well, sure, as long as you know the difference. ---
Is that your niece? What's she doing with that *****?”
   “Oh, him, I think he's determined to make her pregnant.”
   “That's wonderful!” Darlene proclaimed as we
were all negroes so it didn't mean anything anyhow.

Women come in all colors except purple, orange, green, and a few others, but 1 thing is for sure: women are here to stay. Most women stretch out at 5 feet tall (or even taller when swinging from chin-up bars). Women are trainable, that's been proven by renowned professors of course from important colleges in Europe. Never push a woman off the observation deck of the Empire State Building or off a Grand Canyon cliff ledge that's in excess of 200 feet high because God wouldn't approve because He made women for normal people and lesbians to pal around with.

Yes my dearest Natashka, another full year of merciless beatings & deprivation has ended with 1 day off so that six of my more critical injuries can be medically mended. I'll need a blood transfusion plus
a leg splint, an upper torso cast & 8 pounds of ice & I'll need it fast.

FRENCH CHARITY - Lounging on her Paris balcony was not what Tanya did when she was up to her chinny chin-chin in black market squid because she slaved for a living: cracking snails, testing Bud Light, injuring ex-lesbians in the latest **** fight, and when she wasn't bored stiff, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬-𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯, she gave generously to charities that fight crippled children. Once our heads are cut off we can get along great because we want to. New medical problems won't make a corpse sicker, just like drinking extra liquor after you're already drunk won't make you quicker. Oh God and Jesus! Why can't ambulances be eighty-five percent cheaper?! Once we become jail buddies, I'll collapse in your arms like buildings do when they're hit by plastic-nosed jet planes. Once we become children of God, I'll have my upper teeth fixed.