even at the beach those idiots have their shorts hanging off their butts. i love when they fall down because of it when they are being chased by the police.
You know what’s as bad? The picture below it of the white volunteer picking the crosses up. Confused, naïve white people who think this is a solemn, appropriate remembrance despite the fact it’s on a ghetto/barrio beach. Nobody allows themselves to remark on the obvious anachronism: it’s not the vibrancy’s heritage, so they don’t give a shit. Adding insult to injury, there’s the mystery-meat, schizophrenic bystander, his scrambled brain somehow managing to tell him to put on the pseudo-uniformed outfit and blurt something out to the reporter.
White people stuck in these vibrant colonies remind me of the Byzantines, still thinking of their walled city and its few islands as the Roman Empire, and going to their pointless jobs in the bureaucracy while the Ottoman army pitches tents in their very sight.
The sad photo is the white volunteer picking up the crosses. Naïve, foolish people who think planting these memorials on a ghetto/barrio beach will be a solemn, appropriate remembrance. Nobody allows themselves to recognize the obvious anachronism: it’s not the vibrancy’s heritage, so they don’t give a shit. Adding insult to injury, the schizophrenic mystery meat dressed in the pseudo-uniform, whose scrambled brain managed to get him there and blurting out something to the reporter.
Whites in the middle of these areas remind me of the Byzantines, still thinking of their walled city and a few tiny islands as the Roman Empire and going to their pointless jobs in the bureaucracy while the Ottomans pitched tents within their very sight.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders Fields by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
Goodbye, America (in a photo) 
even at the beach those idiots have their shorts hanging off their butts. i love when they fall down because of it when they are being chased by the police.
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I love how Jews are identifiable even from behind
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Note the article talks of the diverse faiths. Yup 4 islam crescents and 1 star of david is really chipping in
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America is an Athiest Muslim-Jew Nation, did you forget?
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You know what’s as bad? The picture below it of the white volunteer picking the crosses up. Confused, naïve white people who think this is a solemn, appropriate remembrance despite the fact it’s on a ghetto/barrio beach. Nobody allows themselves to remark on the obvious anachronism: it’s not the vibrancy’s heritage, so they don’t give a shit. Adding insult to injury, there’s the mystery-meat, schizophrenic bystander, his scrambled brain somehow managing to tell him to put on the pseudo-uniformed outfit and blurt something out to the reporter.
White people stuck in these vibrant colonies remind me of the Byzantines, still thinking of their walled city and its few islands as the Roman Empire, and going to their pointless jobs in the bureaucracy while the Ottoman army pitches tents in their very sight.
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it’s on a ghetto/barrio beach
Yeah, like the people who go there really give a shit.
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The sad photo is the white volunteer picking up the crosses. Naïve, foolish people who think planting these memorials on a ghetto/barrio beach will be a solemn, appropriate remembrance. Nobody allows themselves to recognize the obvious anachronism: it’s not the vibrancy’s heritage, so they don’t give a shit. Adding insult to injury, the schizophrenic mystery meat dressed in the pseudo-uniform, whose scrambled brain managed to get him there and blurting out something to the reporter.
Whites in the middle of these areas remind me of the Byzantines, still thinking of their walled city and a few tiny islands as the Roman Empire and going to their pointless jobs in the bureaucracy while the Ottomans pitched tents within their very sight.
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http://www.muscleandfitness.com/athletes-celebrities/news/eye-ear-ufc-fighter-leslie-smiths-ear-explodes-during-fight?fb
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Aren’t you so glad we beat Hitler, Mussolini and Tojo back in ’45?
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders Fields by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
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Foreword by Jay Z:
Uh, yea, uh uh yea, uh yeah, yea yea uh.
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Nice piece of ass though, getting me exited.
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