Home made nail bombs under his bed. I hear Darwin calling.
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Home made nail bombs under his bed. I hear Darwin calling.
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Why's he wearing a balaclava? Is he cold?
There are times I wish they’d just ban everything- baccy and beer, burgers and bangers, and all the rest- once and for all. Instead, they creep forward one apparently tiny step at a time. It’s like being executed with a bacon slicer.
“Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it whether it exists or not, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedy.”
To learn who rules over you, simply find out who you are not allowed to criticise.
"The purpose of a university education for Left / Liberals is to attain all the politically correct attitudes towards minorties, and the financial means to live as far away from them as possible."
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All of the true Nazis died fighting for what they created, at hands of the allied hangmen, or living in secrecy long ago.
These guys just like roleplay.
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I think you mean tankmen, like my old man in Italy in WWII.Originally Posted by PanzerJaeger
Unto each good man a good dog
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Them too!I think you mean tankmen, like my old man in Italy in WWII.
I know you told me some time ago what he was in, but may I ask again? Sherman, Cromwell?
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To be honest, I have no idea. He spoke very little of the war other than closing the tank lid on his hand and cutting his finger clean off. (It was sewed back on.) But the Canadian government will allow me to see his military records and anything else in his files if I submit a formal request and proof of kinship. I'll have to go to Ottawa to see them. They pretty much stand guard over you while you have the files and you have to wear white gloves when handling the papers.
In any case, the Nazis had their time. They rose and they fell. But for anyone to continue to follow the cult of Hitler and his henchmen is, well, blisteringly stupid and shows naught but their inability to come to grips with reality.
I suppose if a person has no friends, intellect, conscience, or skills, he might be drawn to the Nazi flame like a mindless moth, but methinks shooting heroin in a crowded elevator would be more socially accepted and beneficial to the user.
Unto each good man a good dog
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