"81 million votes"
TARDS still don't know the difference between "WINNING" and "CHEATING"
They will learn the hard way.
"We won't let them steal it again"
"We are going to find out what happened then" (2020)
Patriots always keep their promises.
Suicide watch is now in effect.
Tards STILL think ballots are votes. 
Yes, they are.A reminder for all you delusional ultra low iqanons.
'Are You Seriously This Stupid?': Legal Minds Nail Trump After Fox News 'Confession'
The former president's latest defense backfires on social media.www.yahoo.com
You are even dumber than the orange encrusted buffoon.
Rapist
grifter
Convicted felon
Shoe/bible salesman
That was during Stupid-19 when the military took advantage of the lockdowns and rounded up many Deep State Swamp creatures and Pedowood elites as they could.
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night you won't remember
I'll be the one you won't forget
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
This biggity boy's a diggity dog
I have 'em like Miley Cyrus, clothes off
Twerking in their bras and thongs (timber)
Face down, booty up (timber)
That's the way we like to what? (Timber)
I'm slicker than an oil spill
Swing your partner 'round and 'round
End of the night, it's going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
Swing your partner 'round and 'round
End of the night, it's going down (oh-oh-oh)
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
Marines Torch Fraudulant Ballots in Georgia
ByMichael Baxter
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September 3, 2024
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United States Marines on Sunday torched an Atlanta self-storage unit that held dozens of cardboard boxes filled with thousands of fraudulent mail-in ballots, all addressed to dead people and pre-filled to vote for Kamala Harris in the 2024 presidential election, a source in General M. Smith’s office told Real Raw News.
The general, he said, learned of the ballots from a reliable 5th Columnist who claimed the Deep State was repeating tricks used in 2016 and 2020 to manufacture Democratic votes. The Columnist knew the facility’s location but not where the ballots had been printed, or by whom. He said they were addressed to people who died in or before 2024 and that the Deep State would retrieve them and scan them once early voting begins on October 7.
General Smith at once mustered a Marine reconnaissance platoon to stake out and infiltrate the storehouse, confirm the existence of the deceptive ballots, and destroy them to prevent Harris from amassing illegal votes in Georgia, a state rife with voter fraud and political corruption.
The Marines, our source said, arrived at the self-storage buildings in the North Druid Hills suburb of Atlanta on Sunday morning and began surveilling the area for indicators of a Deep State trap. Finding none, they called the general and said they were ready to break into the unit, secured with a pair of easily breakable padlocks.
By then, Gen. Smith had discovered the leaseholder’s name, Becca Siegel, senior advisor to Harris’ campaign. He instructed the Marines to disable the facility’s video surveillance system.
Although the Marines had technical gear that temporarily scrambled wireless signals, they couldn’t use it because the storage facility still had an obsolete system whereby wires connected the cameras to digital or analog recording devices on the premises. They determined that the cables terminated at the self-storage unit closest to the road; apparently, the owners were so parsimonious they hadn’t upgraded in decades and housed their recorders in a unit they could’ve rented. A single Marine sidestepped cameras and snapped the locks to that unit, finding only a broken 1999 Pentium III computer.
“I guess Becca Siegal didn’t ask the owners if they had modern security,” our source said. “Our guys busted the locks to her unit and saw the cardboard boxes.”
He added that the lead Marine opened a box and found ballots addressed to deceased actors Matthew Perry, Shelly Duvall, Donald Sutherland, Carl Weathers, Shannon Dougherty, and Richard Lewis, as well as songwriter Toby Keith. All of them died in 2024 and had never lived in Georgia. Our source said the addresses were either fictitious or P.O. boxes.
The Marines saved a few ballots and doused the rest in toluene, a liquid accelerant that rapidly incinerated paper but left the cement structure undamaged.
Their mission was completed, and the Marines called General Smith and requested permission to return to base. But he rebuked the request, saying the Marines had to deploy immediately for another task: finding and arresting Becca Siegel.
I love this movie! I mean, he even LOOKS like a pedo.
Say hi to Crooked Hillary and the rest of the Deep State demons...
Scumbag!
JAG Hangs Stephen Colbert
By Michael Baxter -September 3, 2024
On July 29, 2024, Stephen Colbert asked Rear Admiral David T. Wilson why JAG was about to hang him without first convicting him at a military tribunal, as he lay in the fetal position atop a steel slab with a noose ominously looming above his head.
A minute earlier, he had been standing upright, cussing the admiral and spitting on the hangman and a Navy chaplain who peered fixedly into Colbert’s eyes, as though he spied unadulterated evil lurking behind them, an intangible malice reminiscent of the wickedness another chaplain had seen in Gavin Newsom moments before his death.
If an entity or different personality had inhabited Colbert’s body and mind, it bonded and clung to him at the start of his tribunal and did not enfranchise him until the last moments.
JAG staff, however, believed that Colbert was sane, irrational, and unglued, but also unperturbed by inhabiting spirits or multiple personalities.
In his final days, Colbert refused sustenance, drank little water, clawed at walls with his fingernails, and hissed at everyone who approached his cell, telling guards, “Stephen’s not coming back.”
Admiral Wilson barely noticed Colbert’s “theatrical histrionics,” a GITMO source told Real Raw News.
As the Deep State’s theatrics have risen, so too has JAG’s resolve to abjure the appearance of sorcery and lunacy.
When Colbert requested fresh King Crab be flown in from Anchorage as the main course of his final meal—he said the Camp Blaz menu was unpalatable—Admiral Wilson told him to die hungry, for he hadn’t eaten in 72 hours anyway.
“Fuck it, Stephen really doesn’t shellfish,” he replied.
On the morning of his execution, it took three guards to restrain and handcuff him for his short ride to the gallows, where the admiral and two Marine Corps officers had convened to direct the execution. The only other attendees were the hangman, Colbert’s guards, a physician, and a lanky Navy chaplain, on whom Colbert spat a wad of phlegm.
“Stephen doesn’t need your services,” Colbert told him.
He was led to the platform at gunpoint.
“Precedence dictates we allow you a final statement,” Adm. Wilson said.
Colbert sneered. “So, you’re going to kill Stephen, huh? I told you five times he ain’t here—”
The hangman began lowering the noose.
“—But you know what? I don’t think he wants to miss this. I don’t think he wants to miss the show,” Colbert said.
Colbert’s body suddenly stiffened and froze in place. He stood as if paralyzed for a moment, then collapsed and curled into a ball. His eyes opened wide with fear, and he murmured, “What… what’s going on? Where am I?”
The gravity of his predicament must have hit him like a sudden cramp. “I’m getting hanged? What about my day in court? This isn’t fair.”
“Enough of this horse shit,” Adm. Wilson shouted. “Get him to his feet and the rope around his neck.”
“You don’t have to do this,” Stephen screamed as the hangman yanked his body erect.
“Mr. Colbert, it’s a good thing you were a talk show host and not a method actor, because you’re terrible at it,” Adm. Wilson said.
The hangman covered Colbert’s head with a black sack and placed the noose around his neck.
The door under Colbert’s feet swung open, and he fell, yo-yo-ing a bit before the hangman lowered his corpse to the ground.
The physician found no pulse and pronounced him dead.
Colbert’s lifeless form was zipped into a plastic bag and driven off, to be placed on ice.
Say hi to Crooked Hillary and the rest of the Deep State demons...
Scumbag!
JAG Hangs Stephen Colbert
By Michael Baxter -September 3, 2024
On July 29, 2024, Stephen Colbert asked Rear Admiral David T. Wilson why JAG was about to hang him without first convicting him at a military tribunal, as he lay in the fetal position atop a steel slab with a noose ominously looming above his head.
A minute earlier, he had been standing upright, cussing the admiral and spitting on the hangman and a Navy chaplain who peered fixedly into Colbert’s eyes, as though he spied unadulterated evil lurking behind them, an intangible malice reminiscent of the wickedness another chaplain had seen in Gavin Newsom moments before his death.
If an entity or different personality had inhabited Colbert’s body and mind, it bonded and clung to him at the start of his tribunal and did not enfranchise him until the last moments.
JAG staff, however, believed that Colbert was sane, irrational, and unglued, but also unperturbed by inhabiting spirits or multiple personalities.
In his final days, Colbert refused sustenance, drank little water, clawed at walls with his fingernails, and hissed at everyone who approached his cell, telling guards, “Stephen’s not coming back.”
Admiral Wilson barely noticed Colbert’s “theatrical histrionics,” a GITMO source told Real Raw News.
As the Deep State’s theatrics have risen, so too has JAG’s resolve to abjure the appearance of sorcery and lunacy.
When Colbert requested fresh King Crab be flown in from Anchorage as the main course of his final meal—he said the Camp Blaz menu was unpalatable—Admiral Wilson told him to die hungry, for he hadn’t eaten in 72 hours anyway.
“Fuck it, Stephen really doesn’t shellfish,” he replied.
On the morning of his execution, it took three guards to restrain and handcuff him for his short ride to the gallows, where the admiral and two Marine Corps officers had convened to direct the execution. The only other attendees were the hangman, Colbert’s guards, a physician, and a lanky Navy chaplain, on whom Colbert spat a wad of phlegm.
“Stephen doesn’t need your services,” Colbert told him.
He was led to the platform at gunpoint.
“Precedence dictates we allow you a final statement,” Adm. Wilson said.
Colbert sneered. “So, you’re going to kill Stephen, huh? I told you five times he ain’t here—”
The hangman began lowering the noose.
“—But you know what? I don’t think he wants to miss this. I don’t think he wants to miss the show,” Colbert said.
Colbert’s body suddenly stiffened and froze in place. He stood as if paralyzed for a moment, then collapsed and curled into a ball. His eyes opened wide with fear, and he murmured, “What… what’s going on? Where am I?”
The gravity of his predicament must have hit him like a sudden cramp. “I’m getting hanged? What about my day in court? This isn’t fair.”
“Enough of this horse shit,” Adm. Wilson shouted. “Get him to his feet and the rope around his neck.”
“You don’t have to do this,” Stephen screamed as the hangman yanked his body erect.
“Mr. Colbert, it’s a good thing you were a talk show host and not a method actor, because you’re terrible at it,” Adm. Wilson said.
The hangman covered Colbert’s head with a black sack and placed the noose around his neck.
The door under Colbert’s feet swung open, and he fell, yo-yo-ing a bit before the hangman lowered his corpse to the ground.
The physician found no pulse and pronounced him dead.
Colbert’s lifeless form was zipped into a plastic bag and driven off, to be placed on ice.
A viral TikTok called “Chase unlimited money glitch” has people lined up at Chase banks this weekend.
Basically, you write yourself a check & pull the money out of an ATM before it clears. People are seeing their accounts locked with -$50k balances
pic.twitter.com/QxYrtV1YHg
— Financelot (@FinanceLancelot) September 1, 2024
Basically, you write yourself a check & pull the money out of an ATM before it clears. People are seeing their accounts locked with -$50k balances
pic.twitter.com/QxYrtV1YHg— Financelot (@FinanceLancelot) September 1, 2024
