Why do some democrats get pissed about being called animals? I been called worse! I have been asking for political asylum to go to Ireland or Alaska for years…

Sadly they still hold slaves in USA…. They used to call them such persons but now they are called males….Oh well…  But here is my constitutional question:

 

Constitutional question: Should any branch of Government its lawyers and or agents or even sanctuary states  or their  cities continue for years to deprive Citizens such as Daniel Mulligan of due process, speedy trial, discovery, Writ of Habeas Corpus, political asylum, etc, but  facilitate and encourage the migration or importation of a new “crop of such persons?”  Isn’t  the Migration or Importation of  “such  persons” be in violation of the Importation Act of 1808 and thus also in violation of Art. I Section 9?

“The Migration or Importation of such Persons as any of the States now existing shall think proper to admit, shall not be prohibited by the Congress prior to the Year one thousand eight hundred and eight, but a tax or duty may be imposed on such Importation, not exceeding ten dollars for each Person.”

Are slave lords like Nancy the pig or Harry the reed care about the people? Lawyer Scummer Rat loves being a greedy Senator gov slave lord big got too…  But who cares?  But why are so many pissed at Trump?  Isn’t it odd for a politician to do what they say they will do?  But why do some work and  hate truth so much?

Do animals care like people? In school they say we are just animal but when President Trump says some 13 people are animals 12 get pissed.

 

Do we sometimes get carried away with nature or even love?   For some time I realized that some animals eat their partners during or after sex….Remember that sicko Jeffrey gay eating machine?  Sadly all males spiders of some species suffer the same fate…See the following part of an article from :Live Science

Tough Love: Male Spiders Die for Sex

By Tanya Lewis, Staff Writer | June 18, 2013 07:01pm ET..”An eight-legged love tragedy may go something like this: The male spider approaches the female, who is four times his size. She scuttles away, but he creeps closer and closer. Finally, he takes hold of her with his spindly legs, climbs aboard and inserts his “penis” into her genital opening and discharges a jet of sperm. Then — quite abruptly — his legs curl underneath his body, he hangs motionless from his lover, and his heart stops beating.

The male dark fishing spider (Dolomedes tenebrosus) mates with just one female, and the act results in spontaneous death and genital disfiguration for the male, new research finds. The bride then makes a meal of her mate.

This gruesome tale isn’t the first case of sexual cannibalism, in which one spider (usually the female) eats its mate after copulation. But unlike spider species in which the female kills the male,the male fishing spider appears to expire from internal causes. [Watch Video of Spider Cannibal Sex]

Maybe after watching too many spider sex parties makes males sperm count go down in the USA?   Maybe its better not to watch snake sex too….I believe the perverts in Holly wood must enjoy that the big snakes have a pelvis and some can store sperm for 6 years…..They too eat 2 or 3 males during their sex balls.

Who make you work harder God or Satan? When we tossed God out of the churches and schools who came in…Predictions from past?

Paul Harvey’s “If I Were the Devil” Transcript from 1965

If I were the Prince of Darkness, I’d want to engulf the whole world in darkness. And I’d have a third of its real estate, and four-fifths of its population, but I wouldn’t be happy until I had seized the ripest apple on the tree — Thee. So I’d set about however necessary to take over the United States. I’d subvert the churches first — I’d begin with a campaign of whispers. With the wisdom of a serpent, I would whisper to you as I whispered to Eve: ‘Do as you please.’

“To the young, I would whisper that ‘The Bible is a myth.’ I would convince them that man created God instead of the other way around. I would confide that what’s bad is good, and what’s good is ‘square.’ And the old, I would teach to pray, after me, ‘Our Father, which art in Washington…’

“And then I’d get organized. I’d educate authors in how to make lurid literature exciting, so that anything else would appear dull and uninteresting. I’d threaten TV with dirtier movies and vice versa. I’d pedal narcotics to whom I could. I’d sell alcohol to ladies and gentlemen of distinction. I’d tranquilize the rest with pills.

“If I were the devil I’d soon have families that war with themselves, churches at war with themselves, and nations at war with themselves; until each in its turn was consumed. And with promises of higher ratings I’d have mesmerizing media fanning the flames. If I were the devil I would encourage schools to refine young intellects, but neglect to discipline emotions — just let those run wild, until before you knew it, you’d have to have drug sniffing dogs and metal detectors at every schoolhouse door.

“Within a decade I’d have prisons overflowing, I’d have judges promoting pornography — soon I could evict God from the courthouse, then from the schoolhouse, and then from the houses of Congress. And in His own churches I would substitute psychology for religion, and deify science. I would lure priests and pastors into misusing boys and girls, and church money. If I were the devil I’d make the symbols of Easter an egg and the symbol of Christmas a bottle.

“If I were the devil I’d take from those, and who have, and give to those wanted until I had killed the incentive of the ambitious. And what do you bet? I could get whole states to promote gambling as thee way to get rich? I would caution against extremes and hard work, in Patriotism, in moral conduct. I would convince the young that marriage is old-fashioned, that swinging is more fun, that what you see on the TV is the way to be. And thus I could undress you in public, and I could lure you into bed with diseases for which there is no cure. In other words, if I were the devil I’d just keep right on doing on what he’s doing. Paul Harvey, good day.”

While Thoreau was an early advocate of recreational hiking and canoeing….But Irish slaves cut up his Pond?

One of King of Ice was in Boston…Tudor’s most ambitious plan came in 1833, when he set out to deliver ice to Calcutta, a voyage of 14,000 miles that involved crossing the equator twice. Tudor and his investors wondered if the ice would even sell. But his extraordinary profits answered that question. The India Gazette even thanked him for making “this luxury accessible, by its abundance and cheapness.” And where did the Ice king get his Ice?  A pond called W…..By that point, Tudor’s success had drawn competition to the ice trade. Henry David Thoureau chronicled the growing industry near his Walden outpost, describing one stack of ice as “an obelisk designed to pierce the clouds.” The ice symbolized an increasingly complicated world breaking from its preindustrial past, and a luxurious counterpoint to his experiment in simplicity. Besides, Thoreau didn’t appreciate having his peace disrupted. He couldn’t help but marvel, however, that “the pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges.”

By that time, Thoreau’s had spent $28 on his home but  fellow Americans were developing a taste for ice cream and iced drinks, German immigrants brewed lager beer year-round, and fisherman stayed at sea longer with their catches packed in ice.

The idea of cooling with ice is how the Air conditioners were rated  2 tons 5 tons of ice etc…..

Remember when the teacher broke a paddle on your ass? In Arizona schools in 1960 we had recess, fights between kids and spanking later.

Remember the old days 60’s when the nut doctors didn’t run the schools, churches or government?  Paul told the following:

Paul Harvey’s “If I Were the Devil” Transcript from 1965

If I were the Prince of Darkness, I’d want to engulf the whole world in darkness. And I’d have a third of its real estate, and four-fifths of its population, but I wouldn’t be happy until I had seized the ripest apple on the tree — Thee. So I’d set about however necessary to take over the United States. I’d subvert the churches first — I’d begin with a campaign of whispers. With the wisdom of a serpent, I would whisper to you as I whispered to Eve: ‘Do as you please.’

“To the young, I would whisper that ‘The Bible is a myth.’ I would convince them that man created God instead of the other way around. I would confide that what’s bad is good, and what’s good is ‘square.’ And the old, I would teach to pray, after me, ‘Our Father, which art in Washington…’

“And then I’d get organized. I’d educate authors in how to make lurid literature exciting, so that anything else would appear dull and uninteresting. I’d threaten TV with dirtier movies and vice versa. I’d pedal narcotics to whom I could. I’d sell alcohol to ladies and gentlemen of distinction. I’d tranquilize the rest with pills.

“If I were the devil I’d soon have families that war with themselves, churches at war with themselves, and nations at war with themselves; until each in its turn was consumed. And with promises of higher ratings I’d have mesmerizing media fanning the flames. If I were the devil I would encourage schools to refine young intellects, but neglect to discipline emotions — just let those run wild, until before you knew it, you’d have to have drug sniffing dogs and metal detectors at every schoolhouse door.

“Within a decade I’d have prisons overflowing, I’d have judges promoting pornography — soon I could evict God from the courthouse, then from the schoolhouse, and then from the houses of Congress. And in His own churches I would substitute psychology for religion, and deify science. I would lure priests and pastors into misusing boys and girls, and church money. If I were the devil I’d make the symbols of Easter an egg and the symbol of Christmas a bottle.

“If I were the devil I’d take from those, and who have, and give to those wanted until I had killed the incentive of the ambitious. And what do you bet? I could get whole states to promote gambling as thee way to get rich? I would caution against extremes and hard work, in Patriotism, in moral conduct. I would convince the young that marriage is old-fashioned, that swinging is more fun, that what you see on the TV is the way to be. And thus I could undress you in public, and I could lure you into bed with diseases for which there is no cure. In other words, if I were the devil I’d just keep right on doing on what he’s doing. Paul Harvey, good day.”

Next week let’s laugh and sing? Isn’t it time?

Some times we use things from long ago….remember the song Turn, Turn, Turn?

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 King James Version (KJV)

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace

The song is very similar

Turn! Turn! Turn!
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time

Did Joe Stalin laugh at us?

Some people are so evil they can laugh….Please don’t read below unless you want to know about socialist stud Joe…

Dead and dying horses near a Belgorod collective farm during the man-made Holodomor famine

A little later, a cart arrived laden with bodies ‘lying like sheaves’. Two men came into the house, lifted his father’s body into a sack and threw it onto the cart. Then they were gone.

The boy left home after that. He wandered the empty fields, sleeping in stables, scrabbling for grains, ‘swollen and ragged’. But somehow he survived. Some four million of his fellow Ukrainians were not so lucky.  Not funny you evil Bastard Socialist  Joe Stalin….

Ideas for humor, war or FDR and socialism

Yes, as odd as it seems when we were under soup kitchens our leader had other plans such as  according to Tom Clancy….

While FDR made plans to screw the US , Canada and Mexico…..

Her e is how it was suposed to work:

Bonus: The Canadians Strike Back!

Defense Scheme No. 1 was a planned Canadian counterattack against the United States. See, it’s not like America’s Hat was sitting up there doing nothing. They knew that a sneak attack could come at any moment and they wanted to be ready. (In fact, DS1 was written before War Plan Red.) The plan worked like this: At the first hint of an American invasion of Canada, Canadian armies would begin an invasion of their own. Canadian soldiers would be sent in as that country’s air forces bombed Washington state, Oregon, Maine, Minnesota, and New York into submission.

This was a real plan. Canadian officers did field reconnaissance and everything, even sizing up whether American sympathizers might rise up and join the Canadians. In the event of a defeat, Canadian forces would destroy key infrastructure on their way back north. Such things as bridges and railroads were flagged for demolition.

then there was Mexico

In the decades preceding World War II, the United States organized its military strategies by color. To name only a few: The British Empire was Red; China was Orange; Mexico was Green; and in every scenario, the U.S. was Blue. By 1939, it was clear that in an increasingly complex world, no military campaign would ever pit just two colors against each other, and a new set of war plans were help cover for the evil murder Joe Stalin?

UPDATE: I finally found Gary’s Foundation #

 

Gary Sinise Foundation

PO Box 50008

Studio City, CA 91614-5001

(Note letter is also put on my website humormatter.com)

Why does the internet seem to complicate love and compassion?

After talking with my learned associates at Godaddy.com namely John, Ezra, and Matt and Marcus. I realized that their was a possibility that even a great charity such as garysinisefoundation.org might not appreciate some of my domain traffic  go into their site.

UPDATE at 5:10 EST I finally found there phone # and email.  I called and spoke to Debbie and she seem nice  here is that contact:  So I will be sending a list of domains  to  Gary’s foundation   Contact donor@garysinisefoundation.org or (888) 708-7757.

 

In light of that theory, I will again redirect those domains to be sent garysinisefoundation.org to be sent to humormatter.com until the needs and wants in this matter can be determined in for the those Vets in need best interest.

I will be creating POLLS for this and other matters as I can’t find a phone # on garysinisefoundation.org website, and I really want to help.

 

Sincerely,

 

Daniel Mulligan