During a campaign stop for Hillary, an insane Trump supporter, who is only identified as ‘Dorothy from Kansas’ broke through the extremely massive, overflowing crowds and viciously attacked Clinton with a bucket of water.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o’ the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before.
There’s no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o’er the one halfworld
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain’d sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate’s offerings, and wither’d murder,
Alarum’d by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
“SMoD!!!!”
“My polls have fallen and I can’t get up!”
Cookies to you!
That makes me smile 🙂
SATAN COMMAND ME!
“Will no one rid me of this meddlesome server?”
KHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAANNNNNNN!
“Oh sweet mystery of life at last I found you…”
“So she is frozen in that position? Well it could be worse, but we can work with it.”
News report the next day…
During a campaign stop for Hillary, an insane Trump supporter, who is only identified as ‘Dorothy from Kansas’ broke through the extremely massive, overflowing crowds and viciously attacked Clinton with a bucket of water.
my precious
“All your soul are belong to us!”
“I consider it a challenge before ol’ Huma & race, and I ain’t gonna lose!!”
“Babies from heaven!!”
“Obama, you must stall Trump for long enough for me to complete the Spirit Bomb!”
“I’m melting!”
” . . and METHODISTS!!”
..
“Give my creation Life!”
I’m Open! Throw me the G** D*** ball!
I’m moving towards the light…towards the light…tow…
Abort…in the name of the Lord…abort!
“A kingdom! A kingdom! My horse for a kingdom!”
A little help here.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o’ the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before.
There’s no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o’er the one halfworld
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain’d sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate’s offerings, and wither’d murder,
Alarum’d by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
[a bell rings]
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Huma; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
“Now is the winter of our disk content.”
Hey Barwench!!! More whisky over here!
And fresh men for my horses!
Yo! Bartender! This many more!
(full disclosure, I thought of this before seeing yours Burt. Bacon to you!)
EMBARCE YOUR EMPENDING DOOM!!!
Ack! My cankles are devouring me!
Would someone bring me a cloth and BleachBit for this damn IPad!!!
C’mon Allah, you worked this out for the current idiot in chief!
I ain’t no ways tarrrrrred, but I still can’t stand up without a crane.
Wed. Nov. 9th: “I coulda been a contender!”
“I saw the light, no more darkness, no more night. I saw the light.”
Cookies to Bob B for “My polls have fallen and I can’t get up!”
Makes me smile. 🙂
Hillary is finally fed up with her Chinese-America constituents:
“For the last time! It’s not ERECTION Day!”
“Hillary once again curses an uncontrollable wiener ( Weiner )”
“Mammon! How I love ya, how I love ya . . . ”
.
“Let me practice that again. When I’m called before the Judge, I do this and use what excuse?”
If you are a Liberal and you know it, clap your hands…
Guy with his arms crossed, “Wow, pole numbers haven’t dropped this fast since Sept 1939!”
It takes man hands to handle one this big.
I’ll get…the rest of America back on it’s feet again…me, not so much.
I’m not here to pander but this big bowl of soul food sure look delicious.
Thank you, Oh Dark One, for thine gift of email wipes.
That accursed yellow light in the sky! IT BURNS!!