Nothing more left in my heart… Just stringing together Pretentious adjectives,nouns Adverbs, For there is nothing left to sell Of my soul- Sold out Boxed in, Desperate,alone,hungry.
Banks need to be torn down
Brick by brick
From the neighborhood bank
To the world bank,
And every bank in between…
Any bank owned,operated and backed
By the Morgans,Rothschild,Rockefeller
Need to set on fire
With the owners inside
Including all their bought
And paid for pseudo politicians
And all of K Street,
Let their blood flow
Into rivers and oceans
Let their heads roll
Burn in the flames-
For these leeches and tape worms
Is what is killing and draining the world
We live in their waste and defecation
For these leeches must be gutted
While their hearts beat no more
In their bile and defecation,
Only for them to be heard from
Books and museums
With all their failed ideas! !!
Imagine a kid who got a cone with three scoops of ice cream in it. Good flavors, too. Like peanut-butter chocolate, plus a scoop of cookie dough. In a waffle cone. And then this child whines about the lack of chocolate sprinkles on top.
Welcome to the men’s rights movement.
Wait, what? Men’s rights? That’s a thing? Yes, it’s a thing, and while there are certain legitimate aspects to men’s rights activism, or MRA, it’s overwhelmingly a toxic slew of misogyny. This world of resentment and hate speech has been brought to light in recent days as we learned about the vitriolic forum posts and videos left behind by Elliot Rodger, the 22 year-old accused of killing six people in Santa Barbara last week. But it’s hard to comprehend from Roger’s delusional rants how potent the movement’s message can be for ordinary men.
MRAs believe the traditionally oppressed groups have…
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