...Another report supports Fabrizio's Trump report....

[Oddball]

The End. Of what. You believing this bullshit?????

What did you see???? Where did you see it???? F0X???? TIK-T0K??? YouTube????

Did any media site which can pass a fact check show this purported theft????

You swallowed the RUSSIA! hoax whole, so button yer lip.

 

[Billiejeens]

2016 the left claimed the election was 2020 the right claims it was stolen I guess we are now at the point where neither side will admit they lost an election they thought they would win.

Literally no way to know who legitimately won 2020.
It was no more secure that an internet poll.

 

[theHawk]

Making the letters bigger and more colourful doesn't make any of these lies true.

Read the lies, they are your lies.

Why don’t you tell us which of your lies is true?

 

[Lastamender]

Says the guy ^^^^^ that has the most embarrassing post on USMB.
Felons Kerick and D'Souza feed you lies,

3-4 Explosive Weeks. LOLLLOOOLLLLOOLLLOOLLOLLOLLOOLLL
That ^^^^^ was well over ONE year ago.

The article said that, not me. Fail.

 

[Winco]

The article said that, not me. Fail.

Nice try.
But FAIL.

2,000 Mules......... wow, crock of shit.
Kerik...... Felon
D'Snooza....... Felon.

3-4 Explosive Weeks.........LOLLOLLOL

 

[Lastamender]

Nice try.
But FAIL.

2,000 Mules......... wow, crock of shit.
Kerik...... Felon
D'Snooza....... Felon.

3-4 Explosive Weeks.........LOLLOLLOL

Digital evidence of fraud the state authorities will not investigate. Fact.

 

[Winco]

Digital evidence of fraud the state authorities will not investigate. Fact.

If there is so much FACTUAL evidence as you claim, then WHO specifically is denying this evidence?

 

[Lastamender]

If there is so much FACTUAL evidence as you claim, then WHO specifically is denying this evidence?

Every swing state that has not investigated. Those mules can be identified.

 

[Winco]

Every swing state that has not investigated. Those mules can be identified.

Keep Dreaming.

The Big Lie is slowly killing you.
You post about it everyday, ad nauseam.

 

[Lastamender]

Keep Dreaming.

The Big Lie is slowly killing you.
You post about it everyday, ad nauseam.

Nothing is killing me. How about you, keeping up with your boosters?

 

[Winco]

Nothing is killing me. How about you, keeping up with your boosters?

Why?

 

[Lastamender]

Why?

Why not? You don't want to die. Only the boosters will save you.

 

[Winco]

Why not? You don't want to die. Only the boosters will save you.

You know nothing.
Your fraud schemes and anti-vax stance don't scare me.
Fear Mongering Sheep like you are fun to tease.

 

[Lastamender]

You know nothing.
Your fraud schemes and anti-vax stance don't scare me.
Fear Mongering Sheep like you are fun to tease.

Anti vax means anti death by the injection of a bio-weapon. Again, get your boosters.

 

[Winco]

Anti vax means anti death by the injection of a bio-weapon. Again, get your boosters.

Math is not your friend.

Do you even have a life outside of USMB?

In the past 24 hours, I'm guessing you have made 300 useless posts.
Go find a friend dude.
Golf with friends for me today.
Life is good.

 

[Lastamender]

Math is not your friend.

Do you even have a life outside of USMB?

In the past 24 hours, I'm guessing you have made 300 useless posts.
Go find a friend dude.
Golf with friends for me today.
Life is good.

Do you have a life? You are the one worried about mine. Not healthy, old maid.

 

[Frankeneinstein]

Anyway, the busy burger and steak-sandwich biergarten I worked at had a 'regular's corner' of the bar where ....you guessed it....the daily 'regulars' assembled to gossip, banter and opinionize. As a youngster I found it sometimes fun, sometimes tedious. They were initially a tough crew on a young college kid...but, in time, I was accepted.
But there was this one bloke who would come in periodically....maybe once every two or three weeks. He was known, folks called him by his name, and he would sit at that corner if a stool was available. And he'd tell the same joke every time he came in. The same friggin' joke.

Was it "we got him this time"?

Now, nobody was rude to the guy. To be sure they would roll their eyes, look up at the ceiling, down at their shoes, into their beers. And, they would never --ever-- look at each other when the bloke was telling his worn joke.

The fear was, of course, if they looked at each other with even a sidelong glance.....the whole bar would collapse into mean-spirited snickers and laughing ridicule. So they quietly listened to it until he finished. Then they would just pick up their previous conversations and go along as if the bloke wasn't even there, as if he had never walked in.

The bloke would finish his pint, and mosey out. THEN.....an only THEN....would the snicker and snarking start.
But, the bloke would be back .....with the same tired and worn joke.

I will always remember that though it was a long long time ago in a galaxy far far away.

So it really was "we got him this time"? [cuz ^that's^ what happens here] otherwise tell us the joke chi-co.

 

[Frankeneinstein]

there was this one bloke who would come in periodically....maybe once every two or three weeks. He was known, folks called him by his name, and he would sit at that corner if a stool was available. And he'd tell the same joke every time he came in. The same friggin' joke.

Now, nobody was rude to the guy. To be sure they would roll their eyes, look up at the ceiling, down at their shoes, into their beers. And, they would never --ever-- look at each other when the bloke was telling his worn joke.

The fear was, of course, if they looked at each other with even a sidelong glance.....the whole bar would collapse into mean-spirited snickers and laughing ridicule. So they quietly listened to it until he finished. Then they would just pick up their previous conversations and go along as if the bloke wasn't even there, as if he had never walked in.

The bloke would finish his pint, and mosey out. THEN.....an only THEN....would the snicker and snarking start.
But, the bloke would be back .....with the same tired and worn joke.

What happened the first time he told the joke?

I will always remember that though it was a long long time ago in a galaxy far far away.

who was president?

 

[Frankeneinstein]

See post #9.

I know, I know, we have all seen that bloke in the strait-jacket many many times.
It's that poster's (Crusader Frank) go-to meme.

But, it does remind me of when I put myself through university as a part-time bartender (22hrs every week for 3 years, btw. Sometimes a lot more if another bartender was not in.)

Anyway, the busy burger and steak-sandwich biergarten I worked at had a 'regular's corner' of the bar where ....you guessed it....the daily 'regulars' assembled to gossip, banter and opinionize. As a youngster I found it sometimes fun, sometimes tedious. They were initially a tough crew on a young college kid...but, in time, I was accepted.
But there was this one bloke who would come in periodically....maybe once every two or three weeks. He was known, folks called him by his name, and he would sit at that corner if a stool was available. And he'd tell the same joke every time he came in. The same friggin' joke.

Now, nobody was rude to the guy. To be sure they would roll their eyes, look up at the ceiling, down at their shoes, into their beers. And, they would never --ever-- look at each other when the bloke was telling his worn joke.

The fear was, of course, if they looked at each other with even a sidelong glance.....the whole bar would collapse into mean-spirited snickers and laughing ridicule. So they quietly listened to it until he finished. Then they would just pick up their previous conversations and go along as if the bloke wasn't even there, as if he had never walked in.

The bloke would finish his pint, and mosey out. THEN.....an only THEN....would the snicker and snarking start.
But, the bloke would be back .....with the same tired and worn joke.

I will always remember that though it was a long long time ago in a galaxy far far away.

Please tell us the joke chi-co

 

[whitehall]

A Trump report that supports a report. Meanwhile the freaking Country is going down the drain.