EXCELLENT Point “All this time with all this confusion about LGBTQ — I never seen a female gay — fighting to get in the men's bathroom”

IF THESE PEOPLE "TRULY BELIEVE" THEY ARE A WOMEN THEN CUT OFF THE PEN1S AND THEN THERE WILL BE NO "PEN1SES IN THE WOMAN BATHROOM. OTHER WISE THEY ARE JUST MEN DRESSED IN A DRESS... IF YOU TALK THE TALK THEN WALK THE WALK... https://www.nbcnews.com/nbc-out/out-politics-and-policy/sarah-mcbride-first-transgender-congress-delaware-rcna177878

https://apnews.com/article/transgender-students-bathrooms-ohio-senate-878886605b1e2d3ef7d7fa7b687d225e 🔥 The crackpot legislators are destroying the country!

MAKE WOMEN'S BATHROOMS GREAT AGAIN VOTE TRUMP

Harris/Walz new campaign jet mocked for looking like a flying tampon, but there’s something much, much worse… The Harris and Walz comedy team can’t seem to catch a break lately. They’ve become the laughingstock of social media for a laundry list of reasons, but this latest incident involving their new campaign plane might be the funniest and most ironic yet. The radical duo unveiled their new campaign plane, and folks were shocked at how much it looks like a giant tampon—a hilarious accidental nod to “Tampon Tim,” Ms. Harris’s sidekick, infamous for placing tampons in boys’ bathrooms across Minnesota. But it’s not just the giant tampon look that has people cracking up—it’s the slogan, which is a massive political misfire that actually encourages thinking people to vote for President Trump. https://revolver.news/2024/09/harris-walz-new-campaign-jet-mocked-looks-like-flying-tampon-but-something-is-much-worse/

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Tim Walz – Tampons in the Boy’s Bathroom, But No Christian Teachers in the Classrooms https://new.americanprophet.org/tim-walz-tampons-in-the-boys-bathroom-but-no-christian-teachers-in-the-classrooms/

BLACKS BRAWL AT THE BOWLING ALLEY When you strip a human being of their power and convince them that people other than THEMSELVES have control over their life... This is what you get! Prisons are just like schools.... They exist to train you like a monkey... To JUMP when a bell rings, and ask permission even to use the bathroom! Once you have to ASK to use the bathroom, you are enslaved! They are teaching children that they have control over NOTHING..... So they take it out on one another... and ignore the true enemy! These are the "drones" who'll never get after the landlord when their apartment needs attention, and they'll rarely speak out when they should! And because that is NOT how humans were designed, they'll eventually blow their top! But not on their oppressors.... They'll "blame whitey" because that is what the #Propaganda says! Or they will kill one another, because "each other" is all they feel they control! It's no different than prison! Where grown men are so beaten down, so mentally enslaved, so controlled and mistreated, they'll kill one another over a package of Ramen noodles! A life wasted and destroyed! A human being with endless possibilities, reduced to an animal in a cage fighting his own people instead of the demons who have enslaved and imprisoned him! It is utter insanity! The #Jew has been building and training armies of these drones for 2000 years! To serve their evil agenda and then be discarded like yesterdays trash, and eventually killed, after they've served their purpose! Just like the college professors will be And their "shock troop" #Police. Who don't seem to recall that THEY were on the chopping block too, and forced to take a kill shot! These people hold no relationship sacred.... Except the relationship they have with Lucifer! https://old.bitchute.com/video/oW7NcOG3JVPd/?list=subscriptions

Actual Customer Review From a Man on Amazon UK After Using Veet Hair Removal Cream for Men https://imgflip.com/i/8q0hs3 After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. (Sounds kind of gay to me.) Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat. I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types. Oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait. At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the the destruction of the meat and two vegetables. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the drawer for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open, trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before. Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering arhhh ooooohhh that feels good ahhh! Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in, it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout fired against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status, so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect!

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