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Just in time for the 2024 election, The Federal Deep State is working overtime to silence online free speech so the selected candidate "wins." Senate Intelligence Committee chair Mark Warner is behind the push to once again 'synchronize' the Cybersecurity and Infrastructure Security Agency (CISA) and FBI with social media companies across the gamut, all for the purpose of steering users to the selected candidate. https://newstarget.com/2024-05-17-government-censorship-collusion-big-tech-election.html

Actual Customer Review From a Man on Amazon UK After Using Veet Hair Removal Cream for Men 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! https://imgflip.com/i/8q0hs3

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Úna Bhán Legend of Úna Bhán MacDermott was the Chieftain of Moylurg, a Celtic Kingdom in North Roscommon. He had a beautiful daughter, Úna Bhán, - so named because of her long blonde hair. His neighbour was Tomás Láidir Costello, a good and sincere man, handsome and strong. Úna Bhán and Tomás Láidir fell in love and wished to marry but MacDermot would not allow the marriage because he believed Tomás Láidir was not good enough for his daughter. Tomás Láidir was banished from the area and MacDermot had Úna Bhán confined on Castle Island, Lough Key, then called "The Rock", which was located in the centre of MacDermot territory. Úna Bhán went into a deep melancholy and was dying of grief. Tomás Láidir, hearing of the situation went to see her and when he left, vowed that if MacDermot did not send a message for him to return before he reached the river, he would never go back. The messenger was sent, but did not reach Tomás Láidir until after he had crossed the river. Being a man of honour Tomás Láidir was unable to break his vow and did not return. Úna Bhán died of a broken heart and was buried on Trinity Island, an island on Lough key. In his grief Tomás Láidir used to swim to the island every night to keep vigil at her grave. Eventually he got pneumonia and realising that he was dying requested that MacDermot allow him to be buried beside Úna Bhán. His request was granted and thus the two lovers were belatedly united. Two trees grew up over their graves, entwining together to form a Lovers Knot, standing guard over the site. Vocals: Mary McLaughlin Guitar, Producer: William Coulter Author: Thomas Costello Woodwinds: Todd Denman Harp: Shelley Phillips Fiddle: Deby Benton Grosjean Keyboards: Paul Machlis Drums: Heidrun Hoffmann Cello: Barry Phillips Guitar: Martin Simp

This is Jared Bernstein - The Chair of the Council of Economic Advisers who advises Joe Biden on economic policy. This is terrifying.

Video: She (88 years old and in a wheel chair) Escaped #Communist Death Camp, #JoeBiden #DOJ Will Kill Her in Prison for Trying to Save Babies https://rumble.com/v4rdvgk-she-escaped-communist-death-camp-biden-doj-will-kill-her-in-prison-for-tryi.html

We are Rearranging the Deck Chairs on the Titanic - SITREP 4.23.24 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dldea9f5oGs

So much wrong with this. At first, I thought this was a robot being put on a gurney. Had no idea it was supposed to be the guy that torched himself. It doesn't look like the chaos of charred flesh at all. Is that a fire suit? Why does he still have his hair? Who picks up a burn victim like that? This all looks very poorly staged.