#commies - Hello Poetry

#*Dedicated to the agitators of Oregon. (We all want you to secede, baby !*) Let it BURN while you feel the TRUMP. I hope Soros pays you well for your efforts. Here's my one-man backlash to the whacked-out blacklight of the whitelash blackout. So don't try to whitewash the knockout, blockheads. ¡ JUST SAY NO to one-world GLOBALISM !

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Nov 11, 2016

Nov 11, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC

connecthook

Poems in Rabid Secession

#*Dedicated to the agitators of Oregon. (We all want you to secede, baby !*) Let it BURN while you feel the TRUMP. I hope Soros pays you well for your efforts. Here's my one-man backlash to the whacked-out blacklight of the whitelash blackout. So don't try to whitewash the knockout, blockheads. ¡ JUST SAY NO to one-world GLOBALISM !

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CCP Turtles Grassing Line China’s virtual hotline Report online remarks Slander Communist Party history Crack down “bygone nihilists” Party’s 100th centenary July Grass line allows society report Netizens “twist” Party’s history Attack governance policies Denigrate national heroes Deny superiority radical socialist nation Clandestine motivations old nihilistic parodies Malevolently garbling Denigrating contradicting Party history Internet operatives administering people Devotedly report dangerous info “Historical nothingness” public doubt distrust Chinese Communist Party’s earlier dealings China’s net forcefully censored Overseas social media networks Search engines news outlets forbidden Penances persons conveyed Netizens prison lawful punishments Placement content acute Nation’s leadership procedures antiquity Legal amendments folks “Slur smear invade on” memorial China’s national heroes’ martyrs Face three years gaol

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Apr 11, 2021

Apr 11, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC

nickarmbrister

my lastest anti CCP turtle poem---

CCP Turtles Grassing Line China’s virtual hotline Report online remarks Slander Communist Party history Crack down “bygone nihilists” Party’s 100th centenary July Grass line allows society report Netizens “twist” Party’s history Attack governance policies Denigrate national heroes Deny superiority radical socialist nation Clandestine motivations old nihilistic parodies Malevolently garbling Denigrating contradicting Party history Internet operatives administering people Devotedly report dangerous info “Historical nothingness” public doubt distrust Chinese Communist Party’s earlier dealings China’s net forcefully censored Overseas social media networks Search engines news outlets forbidden Penances persons conveyed Netizens prison lawful punishments Placement content acute Nation’s leadership procedures antiquity Legal amendments folks “Slur smear invade on” memorial China’s national heroes’ martyrs Face three years gaol

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So there we were on the cliff above the railroad tracks, the Missouri River Bridge in the distance. We’d armed ourselves with sticks, rocks, and pellet guns. We were a ragtag militia, all fight and no war. The roar of the oncoming train drowned out our planning for anarchy and unfocused mayhem. The five of us waited, unsure how to take best advantage of the rolling brown and yellow Union Pacific. Dan looked at me and wiped the sweat from his face with his *** Pistols t-shirt. “Let’s hit it!” Rob said. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t say no. If I said it was wrong they’d have laughed and done it anyway. Tingles ran down my legs. I leaned against a nearby cedar and craned my head in the direction of the oncoming train. From our vantage point on the bluff amongst the trees, the unwary conductor would never see us. I waved to signal the others as it arrived. The ground shook as the train roared below us. Deaf from its passing, we used hand signals like the guys in Red Dawn. That’s it! That’s who we were! We were the Wolverines! And I was the scout who had just spotted a resupply train that was carrying logistical necessities like... “Cars! Holy **** This one has cars on it,” Kevin yelled. The other soldiers all gathered rocks and threw them at the passing supply train. I yelled “Wolverines!” as they pelted the evil communist convoy. The four of them joined me screaming the same. My blood boiled, and my face went hot as I embraced the guerilla tactics. I was dumbfounded when Rob picked up a boulder... and lifted it over his head like a weightlifter. As it flew through the air in deliciously slow motion I thought for sure it was just going to drop straight down the face of the crumbling bluff. Then, with accuracy too precise to have been planned, the boulder crashed through the front windshield of some red Ford, and due to the speed of the passing train, blew through the back glass before tumbling to rest on the hood of some blue Chevy below it. Dead Flippin Silence “Rob! Holy **** That was awesome!” someone said...Tim, I think. Rob stood with fists pumping in the air. He won today, and he became the captain of our squad. I picked up a much smaller rock and threw it, watching as it clanged helplessly off the train’s metal siding. The Russians would surely come looking for us now, and this was a hit and run raid. We bolted from our perches and sought other opportunities to hit the Commies where it hurt! We really wanted to be Anarchy!

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Sep 21, 2019

Sep 21, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC

MorganLA

Anarchy in the U.S.S.R.

So there we were on the cliff above the railroad tracks, the Missouri River Bridge in the distance. We’d armed ourselves with sticks, rocks, and pellet guns. We were a ragtag militia, all fight and no war. The roar of the oncoming train drowned out our planning for anarchy and unfocused mayhem. The five of us waited, unsure how to take best advantage of the rolling brown and yellow Union Pacific. Dan looked at me and wiped the sweat from his face with his *** Pistols t-shirt. “Let’s hit it!” Rob said. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t say no. If I said it was wrong they’d have laughed and done it anyway. Tingles ran down my legs. I leaned against a nearby cedar and craned my head in the direction of the oncoming train. From our vantage point on the bluff amongst the trees, the unwary conductor would never see us. I waved to signal the others as it arrived. The ground shook as the train roared below us. Deaf from its passing, we used hand signals like the guys in Red Dawn. That’s it! That’s who we were! We were the Wolverines! And I was the scout who had just spotted a resupply train that was carrying logistical necessities like... “Cars! Holy **** This one has cars on it,” Kevin yelled. The other soldiers all gathered rocks and threw them at the passing supply train. I yelled “Wolverines!” as they pelted the evil communist convoy. The four of them joined me screaming the same. My blood boiled, and my face went hot as I embraced the guerilla tactics. I was dumbfounded when Rob picked up a boulder... and lifted it over his head like a weightlifter. As it flew through the air in deliciously slow motion I thought for sure it was just going to drop straight down the face of the crumbling bluff. Then, with accuracy too precise to have been planned, the boulder crashed through the front windshield of some red Ford, and due to the speed of the passing train, blew through the back glass before tumbling to rest on the hood of some blue Chevy below it. Dead Flippin Silence “Rob! Holy **** That was awesome!” someone said...Tim, I think. Rob stood with fists pumping in the air. He won today, and he became the captain of our squad. I picked up a much smaller rock and threw it, watching as it clanged helplessly off the train’s metal siding. The Russians would surely come looking for us now, and this was a hit and run raid. We bolted from our perches and sought other opportunities to hit the Commies where it hurt! We really wanted to be Anarchy!

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