He pulled down his pants and he was no longer trapped, her behavior and his habits were made for each other... like a Roman, he would take pleasure before he did his political work, for the masters across the river.

It was time, he pulled down his pants and he was no longer trapped, her behavior and his habits were made for each other... like a Roman, he would take pleasure before he did his political work, for the masters across the river.

He would offer suggestions, then put down his glass, waiting for the girl to fill it again. Everybody knows about this guy but nobody knows his name, his muddy background was made complete by the C.I.A. way back during Vietnam, but hes not done yet, the boys across the Delaware needed another favor, before the vote Tuesday.

Just the night before he made the arrangements and now it was Saturday, some booze and pussy, a little down time was in order, he could afford it again.

It was a strange feeling, he suddenly felt in charge again like he felt doing work for the C.I.A. all over the world. He was compelled to help these people, these politicians, these public criminals, those sons-of-bitches that talked to poor people like they were giving a sermon in fucking church...

He reached into his faded jeans and pulled out another hundred dollar bill and tossed it across the table at the topless waitress, bouncing her way to prosperity.

"Thanks Dad!" that's all the black chick said, everybody always called him Dad, it was his short military grade haircut that gave him a tough look.

He took a cigarette out of his well worn t-shirt and used the old fashioned wooden matches he always carried around, they were waterproof and it mattered to him.

He had unlaced his high top tennis shoes about an hour ago before he drove across town for his pleasures.

His descendants were Negro slaves from Africa and as GOD as his witness he would always offer a blessing for the poor white son-of-a-bitch he was about to kill.

He learned it in Vietnam, Army training was good but it was a Marine that taught him how and what to pray before you killed some bastard for money, it was better that way, GOD understood that some men belonged in hell so he would pray that GOD let his victim in heaven, maybe avoiding hell's fire, deserving or not he would say... and then send him along.

His faded t-shirt revealed two words in small black letters on the old shirt "faded pride" as that was the name of his motor boat, seventy five feet of freedom, docked less than eight miles away on the Delaware River, fueled and ready, enough food for three months, medical supplies, modern technology for navigation and communications with weapons and ammunition galore. He was ready.

He glanced at his watch, tapped it on the fake glass to make sure it was ticking, his military watch was wind up, never needing a battery, it kept perfect time, it was jungle green, dark African green.

From his waist down he was still naked as his lady friend bounced up in the wooden chair across from him trying to wipe his puddle off her tit's and trying to slip her shift back on as other people watched.

She was overwhelming, and was worth the hundred bucks he tossed her for the job, suffering no change was worth it.

He didn't say a word to her, he just stood up with his manly Johnson still hanging strong and pulled up his jeans, it was time to go, because his watch said so, it was military time.

Like a chapter in a book, he turned the page, drunk from a dozen beers, he stood straight for a second gaining his balance when she began to speak.

He slapped the bitch.

"Don't speak to me bitch"

He did not believe in comforting a whore.

He did not believe in suffering with them.

He believed in saying grace before every meal but not over a whore that just sucked him off.

It was a strange world the old colored man lived in, he would chuckle going out the door, it was two in the morning with a little cold rain, it was the perfect time to kill again and just like the apostle Paul, he would thank GOD for this endeavor and that it would be done in his glory, in the name of Jesus Christ, with gratefulness the old man mumbled "Amen" before he got on this bicycle and peddled toward the river.

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Say Grace with me,

Ask for peace before you meet the maker,

and be thankful that the time is allowed,

honor the lord before you die.

The Shithole Tricky Dicky Durbin, dancing - President Donald Trump caught with dick in his hand, It's real news, Trump had tricky dicky Dick Durbin in his hands and will crush him...

President Donald Trump caught with dick in his hand, photographic images and multiple government sources agree that President Trump was caught with a dick in his hand, inside the White House, Sen. Dick Durbin (D-Ill.) is the only person accusing Trump of referring to Haiti and African nations as “s—hole countries.” 

Four people at the meeting deny it.  It's real news, Trump had tricky dicky Dick Durbin in his hands and will crush him...

Bloom, who is the daughter of feminist lawyer Gloria Allred - Cash and Carry Sex stories and other fictional Mystery's about President Donald Trump. Brock gave $200,000, and one of his major donors, Susie Tompkins Buell, gave $500,000. to find good girls talking bad about Donald Trump. Bloom tried to sell stories, true or not and Gloria Allred - the mother of Bloom had to be wetting her lips hoping for a bid cash payout.

Always in the dark, little girl Bloom, who is the daughter of feminist lawyer Gloria Allred - Cash and Carry Sex stories and other fictional Mystery's about President Donald Trump.  Brock gave $200,000, and one of his major donors, Susie Tompkins Buell, gave $500,000. to find good girls talking bad about Donald Trump.  Bloom tried to sell stories, true or not and Gloria Allred - the mother of Bloom had to be wetting her lips hoping for a bid cash payout. If the dumb ass Susie Tompkins Buell would have invested in the Clinton Sex Crimes they could have made 10  Hollywood movies by now...

Is any of this true for GOD's sake - The Democrat Al Franken really did bad quitting his job as senator for playing wet finger grab ass with girls, sleeping or awake. It seems the democrats have a slippery dick problem going way back to FDR and his bitch, Kennedy boys - that fu.cked anything at moved that didn't drown but Bill Clinton and crooked Hillary gets the cake.. In 1864 Hillary Clinton, family brainchild, bitch wife and lousy mother, proudly fucked the family pet called "Pit" in the back of the covered wagon,

Al Franken, the democratic grab ass just about quit his job today but he had to finish reading and learning about the legacy history of trailer park dick Bill Clinton and his trash wife Hillary Clinton.  Just making it up - a fictional tale - you can only hope.

The Democrat Al Franken really did bad quitting his job as senator for playing wet finger grab ass with girls, sleeping or awake. 

It seems the democrats have a slippery dick problem going way back to FDR and his bitch, Kennedy boys - that fu.cked anything at moved that didn't drown but Bill Clinton and crooked Hillary gets the cake.. 

In 1864

Hillary Clinton, family brainchild, bitch wife and lousy mother, proudly fucked the family pet called "Pit" in the back of the covered wagon, 

It amounted to some kind of trail boss luxury, getting laid by a big black man in the middle of the day, that fur padded wooden seat plank at the front of the wagon saved her ass from splinters but not Pit's good work, the strong canvas cloth stretched overhead to kept the sun off Hillary but she still closed her eyes, she never truly liked Negro's , it was 1864 and the wagon train of many was pointed due North away from the war. Hillary didn't care at all, she was enjoying another type of ride... the life she called it.. the owner of a plantation.. a life gone forever.. the blue bellied yankee's were killing thousands...the Clinton's planned to run away.. due north.. forget dixie and change sides..

During the Civil War you couldn't buy much of anything in the South so belongings were limited and private homes were looted and burnt down by union blue soldiers. Southern people lived in squalor, mostly sleeping outdoors or packed into a muddy tent like sardines. It was common now to see a nig.ger walking away from farms with some kind of cloth knapsack on a willow wood pole. 

Many people survived this Civil War simply by changing sides always depending on the outlook of a current local battle between the two armies, one of the North, and one of the South seemingly inadequate from day to day.

It was clear as day now, you had the two extremes, the luxury of winning or the privation of the losing side living with a long rifle in reach, tasteless rations of some kind, a canteen full of stream water and always hiding, making yourself smaller.

The Northern Government Army of General Grant was everywhere it was reported and before some high ranking Yankee Government Colonel kicked the doors in and burnt down the Clinton Plantation the Clinton's would change sides by moving North as the Union Army fought their way South.

The mapmaker had made several marks on the cloth map and Bill Clinton always kept it tucked inside his shirt, knowing the way was always the secret to keep. 

The mapmaker even "x" out the battlefield areas the best he could, the ground to avoid as reported by Southern Military surveyors returning from the North.

Bill Clinton steered his team of two horses, walking them slowly in the middle of the day, the sun blocked from his eyes by the canvas top over his head and it was hot as July even though it was only May. His right boot sat on top of his painted wooden footlocker that had two leather side handles to carry the weight, the wooden box carried his pistol and holster, a small silk Confederate battle flag and seven cloth coin purses full of gold coins.

He had several footlockers loaded in the wagon, a few with leather billfolds that contained his paper money and his riding horse was tied to the back of the covered wagon, efficiently following the tug of the rope with its eyes closed.

Bill Clinton had examined his position on his map that morning as he was told of a raging battle to his North East and the impression given to Bill directly by a rebel soldier was that General Lee of the South was being repulsed by the Union Army.

Bill had already seen dead infantry men from the South literally tossed in ditch graves as wounded rebels moved South even as the magnificent Army of General Lee dug rifle pits as his Army killed thousands of Union men.

The unrelenting war would take everything if the Clinton's tried to stay on their land so the circumstances made the plan, get out of the South, change sides but take the Dixie reader with them, even if you had to hide it away.

In classic style, Mrs. Bill Clinton sat in the back of her covered wagon with her expensive printed books and was wasting more good ink writing new books that would be passed around between her Southern Lady friends with no commercial triumph.

Her wagon team driver went by the name of Pit Branson and all day long he would follow Bill Clinton's wagon, never talking to Mrs. Clinton because Pit knew that he must ask GOD to help him as the studious Mrs. Hillary Clinton spent no time spoiling nig.gers, at least that's what she preached to her women friends. 

Pit knew that Mrs. Bill Clinton liked his shade of color and young firm body as she would often times supervise him washing and cleaning. Pit was appreciated for a colored slave man by the colored women also as they knew he could read and inspire smart and strong children. 

Pit Branson had his childhood education provided by his master Bill Clinton and had mastered the speller books and the grammar manuals and had completed his GOD fearing Confederate education as a Southern Slave, and was the supervisor of all the other slaves and was allowed to speak plainly to White Master Bill Clinton when they were alone.

Hillary Clinton Sexual Weakness - Cash Needs - Political Power - Sex Slaves - Rape - Slave Master Clinton History Weinstein Disney CAA DNC Democratic Party,

A glimpse into sexual rape: Hillary Clinton, Bob Weinstein, the Walt Disney Company, and the powerful talent agency CAA, are all complicit in aiding and abetting Harvey Weinstein’s decades-long sexual assaults against women.  Hillary Clinton will look away from a rapist and take their cash money.. she is the whore.. 

Mika Brzezinski of MSNBC fame also enjoyed a lucrative Weinstein book deal and claims she knew nothing until the story broke earlier this year.

Sex Pervert John Conyers Congress - Old Negro Conyers won't face the music. The DNC Democratic Black National Sexual Pervert decided he would take the fall, out of sight and unemployed. Bad Black Man John Conyers gave up the ghost today and just quit Congress, it is said Nancy Pelosi was so relieved she went pee in her panties... Obama has no comment - Schumer no comment - Pelosi no comment

Hands Up - What did Mia Love say about sexual nut job Conyers.. Negro Conyers.. acts like he's from shithole Africa..

Old Negro Conyers won't face the music.  The DNC Democratic Black National Sexual Pervert decided he would take the fall, out of sight and unemployed.  Bad Black Man John Conyers gave up the ghost today and just quit Congress, it is said Nancy Pelosi was so relieved she went pee in her panties...  Obama has no comment - Schumer no comment - Pelosi no comment

 dark African countries are shitholes.. 

they have always been shitholes.. and without direct intervention of the Western World, the yellow menace.. the Communist Chinese have every intention of creating a communist shithole Africa.. if the radical Islamic Muslim nut jobs don't kill everybody off first, starting with the Christians,,, so yes.. Africa is a shithole...

Jeb Bush The Cross Border Dick giving advice to Judge Moore - Jeb Bush is giving advice again, about Judge Moore of Alabama. Jeb tells the judge to more on. What happened to the Jeb Bush, with his dick throbbing, sneaking across the border his illegal alien girl bride to be? America is very tired of the advice from elite groups, which in time prove to be ass wipes at best.

Jeb Bush is giving advice again, about Judge Moore of Alabama.  Jeb tells the judge to more on.  What happened to the Jeb Bush, with his dick throbbing, sneaking across the border his illegal alien girl bride to be?  America is very tired of the advice from elite groups, which in time prove to be ass wipes at best.