"ADF" / Philip Vincent Haskins-Delici / Isabel Rosa Araujo - The Original Troon Commie Cow

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I raped a dog 2day

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Phil's Facebook is back so I'm sure he'll will be back on Twitter spouting empty threats soon enough.
No public posts, though. I figure he’s staying private for now, but eventually he’s going to start e-begging, he’ll switch to public so he can beg to more people and forget to switch back when he whines about the farms. Phil is quite predictable
 

fuckidunno

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Did he go to ground b/c people recognized his voice "I will find you".....as long as it's less than a block from a bus route with a cheese shop along the way.

Do they even have cheese and artisinal mountain dew shops in Portland?
 

The Un-Clit

After the Dimensional Merge, pussy eats YOU!
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Do they even have cheese and artisinal mountain dew shops in Portland?

Oh I am certain they do. It's Portland.

Mind you the cheese has probably all melted and the mountain dew all drunk up once the water ran out in that godawful record-breaking hot spell in the PNW earlier this week.
 

Positron

Wearing the same blue mask since 2004
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Happy Daddy Rape Day everyone!
Let's meditate on this poignant poem while we await new content:

I remember that day,​
The Fourth of July Nineteen-Ninety-Seven.​
I was defiled by the man,​
I was supposed to call 'Father' .​
Under those Stars and Stripes​
Red, White, and Blue.​
It would be the perfect day no one will believe,​
Sexual Assault would happened to you.​
I guess the word "America" means "freedom" - as in,​
"free to rape your fucking eleven-year-old kid" .​
I was but a piece of meat,​
For him to pound and rip and play.​
He radiated sweaty heat​
As he bent me over, and was forced to obey.​
Like White European Settlers,​
He colonized and violated my body,​
As if it were land,​
a dead thing you can claim.​
Maybe I displayed effeminate behavior,​
and therefore he decided to have his way with me.​
I remember that day,​
The Fourth of July Nineteen-Ninety-Seven.​
I was defiled by the man,​
I was supposed to call 'Father' .​
He touched my gentials and my torso​
and viced my wrists,​
as fireworks exploded along the Delaware,​
in Philadelphia that night.​
Right on the waterfront,​
At Penn's Landing to be exact.​
I found the courage to report it to the police,​
it went to court in Woodbury, New Jersey.​
On August Twelveth, Nineteen-Ninety-Seven , My twelveth birthday.​
The Fucking Judge Tomasello, let the bastard walk free.​
The court said "My mother and I made this up"​
I was blamed for telling the truth​
The State protects that patriarchal bastard-of-a-prepetrator,​
who lied his way out of jail.​
I guess that crack in that Liberty Bell,​
shows how fucked up the American Injustice System really is.​
I was shamed and ridiculed,​
And ostracized from my community.​
I cut myself on my shoulder, cut out my first birthmark with scissors,​
and attempted suicide several times during my teenage years.​
I hated my Male Body,​
I didn't want to be a boy anymore, more so after the rape.​
So I did something about it years later,​
but that's a whole other story I'll get into later.​
So this and every Fourth of July: past, present, and future.​
Please don't fly those Stars and Stripes for me,​
and tell me it represents freedom, its fucking bullshit.​

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Oh! News Flash!
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The Dude

Make a difference in life. Gas a furry.
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Let's meditate on this poignant poem while we await new content:

I remember that day,​
The Fourth of July Nineteen-Ninety-Seven.​
I was defiled by the man,​
I was supposed to call 'Father' .​
Under those Stars and Stripes​
Red, White, and Blue.​
It would be the perfect day no one will believe,​
Sexual Assault would happened to you.​
I guess the word "America" means "freedom" - as in,​
"free to rape your fucking eleven-year-old kid" .​
I was but a piece of meat,​
For him to pound and rip and play.​
He radiated sweaty heat​
As he bent me over, and was forced to obey.​
Like White European Settlers,​
He colonized and violated my body,​
As if it were land,​
a dead thing you can claim.​
Maybe I displayed effeminate behavior,​
and therefore he decided to have his way with me.​
I remember that day,​
The Fourth of July Nineteen-Ninety-Seven.​
I was defiled by the man,​
I was supposed to call 'Father' .​
He touched my gentials and my torso​
and viced my wrists,​
as fireworks exploded along the Delaware,​
in Philadelphia that night.​
Right on the waterfront,​
At Penn's Landing to be exact.​
I found the courage to report it to the police,​
it went to court in Woodbury, New Jersey.​
On August Twelveth, Nineteen-Ninety-Seven , My twelveth birthday.​
The Fucking Judge Tomasello, let the bastard walk free.​
The court said "My mother and I made this up"​
I was blamed for telling the truth​
The State protects that patriarchal bastard-of-a-prepetrator,​
who lied his way out of jail.​
I guess that crack in that Liberty Bell,​
shows how fucked up the American Injustice System really is.​
I was shamed and ridiculed,​
And ostracized from my community.​
I cut myself on my shoulder, cut out my first birthmark with scissors,​
and attempted suicide several times during my teenage years.​
I hated my Male Body,​
I didn't want to be a boy anymore, more so after the rape.​
So I did something about it years later,​
but that's a whole other story I'll get into later.​
So this and every Fourth of July: past, present, and future.​
Please don't fly those Stars and Stripes for me,​
and tell me it represents freedom, its fucking bullshit.​

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Oh! News Flash!
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Phil gonna keep dreamin' those Commie dreams, but Marxism will never take over the US. Most Commies in America are shiftless, lazy, incompetent retards like Phil, or essentially still children who have never had to work and support themselves in life (also like Phil). They may be loud and obnoxious on Twitter, making it seem like they have large numbers, but the fact is that even most Democrats don't support Marxism I America. If they ever were to get off their lazy asses, turn off Twitter, and find enough courage to start an actual revolution, it would be the shortest, saddest, most hilarious revolution in history. Imagine maybe half a million Phils taking to the streets to try to bring about the glorious Communist Revolution. That's basically what it would be like.
 

The Dude

Make a difference in life. Gas a furry.
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The stench would rise to God Himself, and only an Act of God can cleanse an unworthy earth of their noisome reek. I suggest a firestorm or asteroid, but a good ol' fashioned plague or earthquake would be good, too.

And God gave Noah the rainbow sign. No more water...the fire next time.
 
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