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Michael Moore and his merry band of fags pay a visit to the homophobiest preacher the US has ever produced. Stolen from here which is a site I got to because Alexa told me someone on that page linked to my blog…which no-one did. The innernet works in mysterious ways.
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my wife has just died.
No, no my wife. That guy’s.
Condolences and congrats.
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Nothing ain’t worth nothing…if you take their word for it.
But who’s “they“?
When they’re lying on the sidewalk asking for spare change, what they’re offering is an option: the chance to give money that goes directly to the people who need it most.
What they don’t, and can’t, tell you is whether or not they spend it on healthy foodstuffs or brewed or distilled products.
This would be why, after 25 years in Vangroover, I still never give money but DO offer food. If a beggar declines my food offer once, he’s off the list, no matter how many permutations of his hardluck story he may come up with subsequently.
There’s an old fellow (if it were PC I’d say ancient, but I’m afraid his advocates would get it all up in their noses) of Native persuasian, who sits at probably the least profitable corner in the country. Main and Hastings has, according to StatsCan, an average life expectancy of 33 years. And yet, he makes a living.
So, when I got an email from a friend, saying hey, people, ten would help, I gave her a hundred, although I am still technically on Welfare. This woman took out a loan to help me; the least I can do is spread the good fortune once it starts rolling in!
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