Rocket Lab wins first GEO satellite production contract from U.S. Space Force https://spacenews.com/rocket-lab-wins-first-geo-satellite-production-contract-from-u-s-space-force/

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Google shoves these headlines into our eyes when we get board, when boardom is forced on us when we wonder what’s happening in ‘their’ world: a world that now has a ‘Space Force’ of sorts where this ‘force’ seems to be developing into a militarized organization that seems a not too dissimilar to Hitler’s goal of dominating the planet though it’s also possible that Apollo and Aremis are having erotic, steamy sex, have a child, don’t want the other gods to know about it and send it to Earth by finding it a box to gestate in, an environment where it can ‘live and die’ in a humanoid or other flesh: sometimes a bird, snake, lizard (Moonie calls them ‘wizards’) or other creature and could also exist in a non-corporeal container such as a vein of gold running through a mountain or intricate formations that look similar to blood vessels but are made of different stuff than this humanoid flesh but made of lighting bolts that shoot out of the center of this world during volcanic eruptions, through magma and it’s various stages entropy through being exposed, birthed into an environment where the material undergoes very rapid thermal and entropy conversion/transmission/transition and in things like the atmosphere (this less dense ocean than what the humans call ‘the ocean’) and also erupting in this more dense ocean, underground in other yet discovered oceans and also made of different, more dense liquids and hyper fluids of different density and substance*  The electricity shoots orgasmicly, defiantly, angrily, sadly and in other such expressive ways that, as these things experienced in humanoid form seem to have mathematical expressions that accompany them considering that a neuron firing over a senapse is a physical and measurable thing and so also has definable dimension, shape and form which therefore suggests that such transcend and expand into other realms to manifest, tranifest into that medium*  It forms pathways, arteries, veins, blood vessels and such streaming out into rock as if to form such within it as a vessel or body to contain an entity or entities: possibly even a civilization or cultures of beings and in this non-corporeal state*  The cultures that erects various different structures at the place they call Giza and where this sounds like geese or to gaze (and maybe that’s why some hate gays) is probably also why they call a quarry of a rare and exotic form of rock (and so like a a magical place where fantastic things of huge cosmic proportions cause this planet to do what the host star commands of it: a pressure upon the magnetic field while also feeding ejected particles internally through the poles and other electrical access points including through this atmospheric and other oceans, internal belchings of energy pouring through different materials in different energy states, connecting with vortecies of other energy pushing back from above and shaping the material as it transitions and forms*  A kitty cat gaze at D’Nile and poops into a sandbox knowing that humanoids are melting and extracting silicon from it only for them to return to D’Nile and so the geese computer begin to honk while swans hiss and bark and if you’ve ever fed the swannies like an innocent baby, they get aggitated when the geese swarm in and want to be fed too*  The swan reaches out and bites the silky goose on the neck and makes it honk: perhaps the origin of romance or at least neck-romance but they settle down and stop roaming and erect a capital and capitol ‘R’, call it Ourn!, Arnstadt or the like, fight off invaders and venture conquest or coexist, co-egg-ist, co-egg-cyst and other variations of transfer through a newly discovered volcanic-like structures in the quantum realm where the human’s linear timelines coleceantly converge like ground meat extruding through a sive where entities eat or otherwise consume their time dimension when their paper laws stray from cosmic realities* 

Moonie feeds the swans in Challigotham on our way to our part time employment at an eatery, adjacent to a bank with sexy, Art Deco style letters and engravings ettched into the marble or other facing stone though the raised metallic form that once emerged from the face of the rock to form in very elegant text: Citizens Bank and Trust, is long removed from the rock face and only a shadow of it’s former glory etched into the face like it’s closing or rebranding could remove the metal but not the stone and in other timelines, could be evidence that a catastrophe burned the letters into the stone though the metal removed similar to how we’ve read others speculate about the capstone of the Vampyramid they call “Great”, also missing yet here in this same Challigotham, Moonie finds a magic hat, a Ballon Rouge, a crashed weather balloon in Ra’s Well*  The swans come to Moonie when we call them from ‘over the pond’ or over there wherever there is, whenever there is, whatever there is*  It is extremely frigid and the pond so frozen you could have a scene from a Currier and Ives tin come to life with ice skaters, park goers, dog walkers, joggers, on cleared pavement though snowball fights behind trees and park benches, an overhead area heater to keep the band warm while they play and to keep their spit valves and tubes from freezing: that cold and there is but one other humanoid visitor*  Moonie could not tell you if they are make, female or something else: not because we’re keeping secrets but because we don’t know*  They didn’t tell us*  We assume they were out for a walk through a pretty park with an arched, stone bridge over the pond*  We only noticed them as we’re looking for the swans and see only one after frantically searching and call for them because we haven’t much time before our shift starts, the roads are somewhat dangerous from the ice and this is evidenced by a sheriff’s deputy that loses control of their vehicle and crashes into a house on Water street at a teetering ‘T’ junction*  Moonie walks around the pond and is about to give up thinking they must be snuggled up in their nests somewhere by then we see one and call to it and notice this bystander, possibly a bi-stander, a tri-stander or something else and they’re enchanted by the swan coming to Moonie when we call them and ask sort of a ghast “How did you get that swan to come to you” and Moonie says O, hey!  Yeah, Moonie is friends with the swans and feed them when we go to work: they know us*  Moonie feeds the swan and they watch but then continue on without speaking verbally anything further but maybe they’re still with us and speak through other methods*  Moonie never seen the swans again*  Moonie can never go back to that dreadful place after what they do to us and deny it, this paper state of Ohio so we tell also the swans to remove from there because the humanoids are eating each other and so a bird would not be spared either*  They’re lying about and coving up ritual killings of other humanoids and eating their brains and other parts so a bird doesn’t stand a chance*

onto their heads*  It’s a legitimate detourant strategy*  It disarms other such nations of their ego strokes they get from the ‘get them before they get us’ attitude that causes them to keep secrets which causes them to deny their abuse even as they also worship a deity they claim forgives and excuses their denial while they also deny simple and primitive weapons of their victims contrary to their governing charters, documents and other instruments of state*  

They quarry stone from a Swan (Aswan) near Giza too, ya know*

What is this ‘Rocket Lab’£  Is that the actual name of the firm or is it a generic term to describe it£  The headline doesn’t make that clear so shouldn’t they wear hats like sailors if they’re in this ‘Space Force’£  They do not tell us so we break down their Rockets and Labs to see l’ab’s,  le ab’s, la ab’s and also Les (Miserables) ab’s where these ab’s point to blood types and so Moonie is like the cryptographer that runs onto the launch pads in the Twilight Zone episode of ‘To Serve Man’ and says “Don’t get on that ship”! 🍔 🤣 🃏 Their Rockets could also be rock ET’s like the humans have crack cocaine rocks: drugs as compared with food but hey, Kroger’s slogan is Sav-on Food & Drugs so when Moonie gets to Oregon and sees a shop called Fred Meyer, we feel it might be safe to go into after having unresolved conflicts with Kroger, Walmart and other stores but we get inside and see the Kroger logo on items, turn around and walk out feeling like it’s a trap and when you’ve been abused in traps, trap houses and trap situations before where they refuse to follow their own rules and laws, you don’t get caught by purchasing things from them but we do come away with the idea that Kroger gets married to Fred Meyer on a piece of paper and Fred breaks their ‘Cost Cutter’ scissors and fashions the blades into a glove, takes the ‘wife’s’ name to become ‘Freddy Kroger’, 🤣*  Moonie’s only a child and sees Kroger’s cartoon ‘Weeble’-like characters as toys but also tries to play fair with them when we ask for labour at a store and feel comfortable using we and they/them identity because we reason that as the store has a labour union that it shouldn’t be ‘alien’ for an employee to remark “How can we assist you”, “Our pleasure” and such but the MANager at the front desk makes fun of and belittles us for being honest with them, attempts to hold themselves out as superior to us as a ‘woman’ even as we’re applying for labour and sarcastically says “Well, I have a job” while rolling their eyes and slurring ‘I’ into an elongated form to mock the plurality of our identity even though they’re employed in this capacity of ‘we’ in this labour union!  With no avenue of complaint or to address this concern, Moonie’s opinion of Kroger tanks and so we see seemingly bizarre things when we hear about a paper marriage between Kroger and Fred*  Silky goose!  Silky Geese, soliloquy’s but as they deny us labour even in this union of ‘we’ and also forbid us speech, we have the necessity to speak even if it’s not to them but the birds, trees or to simply shape the air around us so that their other victims can materialize like a Star Trek transporter either in our flesh or in an area near us even as they’d deny this plurality too unless you have a university degree, social or other status as they do and this while they also deny discrimination that ejects us from our dormatory on campus while the university housing office offers no other accomodation and now they also won’t allow us labour in a union of we either!

So it is the same with a Rocket l’ab and why this military organization is privately contracting with them as they’re either elite ab’s that secretly drink each other’s blood while they deny the causality of their wealth and other energy growing out of a causality of a baby having a public drink and/or they’re building such components to send hamburgers into space*  Silly goose!  They could also be plotting a ‘coup de foie gras’, and stuff the silly geese en route to the slaughter house*  Eat!, says the alien bringing the food tray: you don’t want to lose weight (they might get paid less when they weigh them at the depot)*  They want the liver to be nice and fat when they eat it with some fava (do us a fava in their keep -secrets-while-denying-their-victims club) and a nice Chianti 👅 👄 👅 👄 👅 👄 🎭, 🤣 but all of this while they beweeve in their rights to privacy while they deny an equal portion to their victims!  They want a HIPAApotamus for Christmas and that’s why Moonie wants a Lickalotapuss for Pissmass!  Only a Lickalotapuss will do!  Don’t want any balls or a dinky dildo toy, eye want a Lickalotapuss to play with and enjoy, and Lickalotapuss’ like us too!  They deny us rights of any kind and demand we surrender or subscribe to authority they cannot have but only want you to beweeve they have so they can murder young boy/girl trees, prop them in their homes with angles squatting on penises at their tip so all of their little paper bastards can get paper presents stacked around a murdered tree that they won’t even make paper out of to write their flip-flop laws on but instead dump it in the parking lot of one of their business rivals whom they do not want to compete with even though they claim to be red blooded, capitalist Americans who will “fight and die for the free market’, 🤣 so fucking die already and go home to Jbus!  Some will gladly pay you election Tuesday for a hamburger today!

It’s another space race while they deny their victims, duty, obligation while demanding equality among their upper classes that get away with genocide yet the hilarious thing is they’d hold others responsible who engage in this such as Nazis while beweeving that Nuremberg is something that happens in the past and they’re safe as they insist the past is dead, can’t hurt them and Jbus forgives them*  There’s another Rick and Morty hamburger joint like the ‘Valley Girl’ drive-in: you could call it Nuremburgers, 🤣*  The gubment’s version of Stat Wars missle defense never happens, they claim even though they have little kids playing Missle Commander on Atari and other platforms while they others still are playing Donkey Kongress*

Go to Canada, says FEMA Kim as they discriminate against transgender people and have a thick, southern Nancy Mace accent that Nancy’s exclusiveness and being segregated from such tones programs out of their refined linguistic utterances so we see that Nancy surrounds themselves with those of what they see as ‘lesser mortals’ like they’re on a plantation and they’re the cream of the crop*  The twang talkers don’t mix with the tang talkers but are like subjugated slaves to protect them so long as they get what they want and that’s how Jim Crow crawls up inside Nancy’s public vagina to grab hold of their ovaries and drive them around privately on ‘the Hill’ like a Stepford Wife tank to deny Jim’s rape and abuse but shhh!, that’s private and they’re allowed to rape babies in public on a playground and they’ve got a piece of paper to prove it and their portfolios full of paper wealth are evidenced while they deny us labour, housing and use of a public toilet*  A big woodpecker takes a drink out of the biggest fountain/bird bath we’ve made so far while being segregated to this wilderness and Moonie thinks ‘see!  we have to make big bird baths for the bigger birds so Taft doesn’t get stuck in the bathtub’! 😂 but we’re sure Nancy discriminates based on fat too while they deny using a baby to dump their anguish, fear, depression, sadness and other things on which shapes their body as it grows while they also deny us labour and exercise*  Moonie loses a lot of weight to transition from the 500 pound fat man with one foot in the grave to a sexy Goth goddess but the Nancy vaginas hate us and amp up their discrimination and other attacks to try and force us back into the sedentary existence so they can use us like a hunchback to dump their unwanted weaknesses on as they use this quantum connection to a baby who has a public drink as the mechanism to force us to carry things for them*  They use us like the Cogenitor in the Star Trek Enterprise episode of the same name and lick us in a closet when they’re done using us like a marital aide or other instrument to facilitate their ‘superior’ transactions and exchanges they record on paper while denying us paper for anything other than to wipe our ass on and so that’s why we refuse to use that also*  Moonie buys a portable Bluetooth speaker and it comes wrapped in a mesh of material that has a similar texture to toilet paper but is strong, washable and reusable so Moonie started to use that in absentia of a happy bidet while they have three sea shells in ‘Judge Dread’, 😂 and only use paper to print out tickets for violations of spojen word laws whenever you say naughty words that AI detects, identifies your voice and prints out these tickets so you can pay to keep AI running as it sucks the magnetic field of the planet dry to increase high energy particles bombardment so as to force species to evolve to such environments or die but then this forced evolution backfires as the machines shut down and the cosmic machine reasserts to correct the artificial imbalance which proves that man’s interference to build mechanisms to cover up their lies and abuse, build genocide machines to eliminate their victims results in their own genocide by suicide*  They’re happy to have private property, homes protected by their pigs and legal systems that exclude their victims from participating in a civil process they agree is due but find ways to deny us access such as threatening us if we use a public toilet as they’d prohibit our voice being heard even withing this energy pool in addition to others*  They retreat into their air conditioned comfort, call Door Dash to bring them food and toilet paper so they can play Donkey Kongress uninterrupted like they play World of Warcraft in South Park and hell, Cartman doesn’t even need to go to the toilet because all they have to do is call for mom and they bring a potty so that Cartman can shit through the back of the office chair into it, 🤣*  Door Dash means there should be Poop Dash too!  Central Services!  We do the work, you do the pleasure!  Hi there!  I want to talk to you about ducts and Jeep Duckers*  Are your ducks old fashioned, out of date£

and so they zoom over to the mobile ordering station and grab the drinks in slot one and zoom these out to the waiting thirsty so they don’t even have to turn off their air conditioning or back out of a parking space because they stop in a pull up area similar to a drive through but designated with numbers and it’s possible also for an RFID tag to interact with the Bluetooth from the device of who orders to tell the hop what space they occupy*  Hand-written abbreviations on the cups help the hop confirm their order when they zoom out on skates to hand them over and get nice cash tips for all of their sexy efforts to juggle and balance drinks*

Another story about a ‘gunman shot dead near the White House’*  It’s always a gunMAN, isn’t it, never a gunWOMAN and that s part of the trickery that Nancy Mace and friends use as they flaunt their vaginas in public by demanding only vaginas can wear certain clothes, only vaginas are allowed to wear heels, only vaginas can be raped, there are no gunWOMEN, only ever gunMEN even though Jim Crow remote controls them and demands they have rughts to privately identify as a penis even though they use their vagina in a public way to get votes by targeting other vaginas and during the feminist voters to their side with this vaginal solidarity that they wear in public while demanding rights to their private identity even as they use such to cover up and conceal their rape of a three year old baby in public*

Moonie gets some close up video of a rattle snake by taping the selfie stick to tree branch we find on the ground like they’re frotting, 😂*  This extra distance let’s us stuck the camera into the snakes face, within striking distance but we’re not sure exactly how far the snake can strike or if it can jump further than it’s length so Moonie sticks the camera around the tree the snake is next to to get in close*  The video uploads as somewhere grainy even though it’s from the newest GoPro so we don’t know if it’s our YouTube setting limiting picture quality to save data or what*  We’ll have to check it when we have more data*  Don’t usually use much if any data but thought recently, fuck it, we’re paying for it so try to use it as it doesn’t accumulate: they have some trick that says you pay for a specific amount of data access but if you don’t use it, it magically goes away with time while others who deny us rights have the most advanced equipment and unlimited data that their getting wealthy by raping us when we’re three pays for!  Yes, a baby is paying for them to have systematic advantages without consideration so it must ultimately lead to their being trapped same as they’d trap and exploit Moonie*  It could be where they get the ‘Saw’ film concepts from, the escape room situations but the joke is they can’t escape Moonie no matter what they cut off to get the key out of the jar of acid or such*

We’re stuck out in a wilderness and have to use a bucket for a poop repository*  Moonie partially fills it with water when we go to the river but due to our recent friendly encounter with snakes, they seem to tell us that some Christian asshole that beweeves Jbus will forgive them could sneak up while we’re resting and put a snake into Moonie’s bucket toilet, what we call ‘poop church’ that acts as a sort of quantum mechanism to feed Nancy Mace and their followers shit out of Moonie’s ass since they threaten us if we use ‘their’ public/private toilet*  Moonie says they have to go to poop church and eat the shit out of our ass so that this energy can be deposited through them into this public accounting system of a sewer and where their discrimination and abuse acts as the conveyance that makes such possible even though Nancy is cloistered in DC*  It has to be counted somehow when they’d abuse their office and broadcast transgender hate speech outside of their district to recruit a socio-economic-political-beweef system group to threaten us if we use their toilet*  It’s not a beweef system church but a sort or scientology or physics church when they’d deny their victims access to a toilet and other things*  J us doesn’t forgive you but we can use your discrimination to force you to eat our shit and other things while you protect and cover up for brain eating zombies and protect them under your privacy laws and freedom of religion banner*  Moonie gives Mary Jane a little kiss and talhs to them through this medium that they also say is illegal but they can’t possibly enforce those or any other laws when they refuse to enforce laws against Craig Campbell, Mormons and others who sexually and otherwise attack Moonie and when we go to agencies supposedly against rape, they want us to carry their grief, torments and other things they’d dump on us when they discriminate and demand that rape us only for vaginas and it’s impossible for a penis to be raped*  They’re all playing the same game so go to poop church and when it becomes necessary to not put water in the bucket for fear of sabotage, we’ll leave the water out of the bucket and simply feed you the shit only but hey, those who sell drinks to wash it down should make out like bandits, get rich selling them drinks*  It not paranoia either but instead a reasonable attitude about such things when our little car is not big enough to keep the bucket inside where nobody can fuck with it*  If we had a tranny van like those Ford Transit’s, we could keep it inside with a lid on it and not have to worry but as we’re not included in the socio-economic-political-beweef system conglomerates that can jump on crowd funding websites and raise $90,000 to “do a film” like this fake Goth says on YouTube, that their partner and cohort has raised to make a fuck off film while others in their so called group don’t have homes, jobs and can’t even use the toilet*  Eat shit and die, fake Goth!  Go to poop church and eat shit out of the ass if a baby that you and your wealth grow out of this causality as you perpetuate the victimization*  We don’t know what they’re called but one is a pasty-white wanna be Goth and the other has a red beard and wears a black cape with red lining everywhere*  Moonie says it’s Rocky, the flying, nut eating Squirrel and Bullwinkle with Moose when they try to pull rabbits out of their hat, 🤣*  We’re sure they have no problem using a toilet in their comfy homes or businesses wherever they go while we’re stuck in a wilderness and are forced to consider that some asshole would sneak up and put a snake into our shitty, bucket toilet*  Moonie is happy to be away from them but they have this network of subs who they reward for attacking and fucking with us like that so they can have privacy to drink blood, eat brains and rape babies*  Herbie don’t beweeve in you no more*  They might not even be real anyway as it seems they’re AI generated*

Moonie thinks about getting a paraglider wing rig and going flying so we chat with a YouTube contributor who also happens to be local, no doubt thanks to Google somehow being aware of our location which, if you’re a bastard who gets privately rich raping a baby in public helps you to find local with similar interests such as paragliding but where such information is also sold to those who stalk and hunt us to cover up their lies and abuse, this is not helpful and yet we reach out over this web to try and have friends when we’re denied civil due process and terrorized from our home to wander like a Gypsy while the Nazis track and hunt Gypsies and other unwanteds so their Reich can function without friction*  Contact says they’re a certified school and we can pay them lots of money we don’t have for lessons and licences (paper’s please) to fly a kite*  We don’t need your stinking badges and neither do the Wright’s have any right to fly anymore than an abused child has a right to build a flying machine in the film ‘Radio Flyer’ to escape abuse*  Do you have any wings for sale so we could pay for rudimentary instruction and go do our own thing£  No, they want to sell licences and lessons which works out nice for baby rapists that get rich raping a baby in public but doesn’t work for the victims when we’re denied this due civil process without surrender or submission to them*  Moonie says they’ll be selling licenses to surf on this more dense body of water they call ocean or swim in it next*  Where’s your breathing permit£  Do you have a license to wear lipstick£  Where is your Heels and Panties permit£  Paper’s, please!  They want to regulate but not re-ghoul-ate but they have to eat shit out of our ass when they’d deny their abuse and ghoulify us*  Nancy says we’re not allowed to be a girl so eat shit out of a ghoul’s ass!  Isn’t she cute£  Isn’t she sweet£  An eye for to die for, a pleasure to meat!  A look at this vision causes quantum collisions, she’s the ‘ghoul friend’!  Take her to dance, take her to tea!  It’s stunning how cunning this lady can be! In m’eye funny fashion, a person with the passion for the ‘ghoul friend’!  We’re probably not allowed to fly a regular old kite either unless Ben Franklin gets a hard on*

Moonie gives Mary Jane a little kiss recalls a flashing light at the intersection of 28 which is also called Ducan Donuts MacArthur Highway and a ‘T’ or tea junction with 41, for tea won and it’s like Gatsby reaching over the bay and grasping at a blinking light on Daisy Buchanan’s dock except the zombie apocalypse outbreaks in Soylent Greenfield 45123 and turns it into Day-Z as if it’s FS Key Fitzgerald writes the book to acknowledge that Gatsby’s relationship with Day-Z is effected by Tom’s getting married to them on a piece of paper and also through these proxy relationships of sticking Tom’s penis in Day-z’s vagina to attack Gatsby through such even though their paper government doesn’t acknowledge or account for such relationships on anything other than paper and so when Tom has a voice and political power while they’re also racist and deny their victims access to a toilet, schools, a home and such, that’s Tom’s way of trying to conquer cunt-tree while denying the count-tree and so Moonie has no problem whatsoever with Gastby getting blow jobs running coke and heroin, selling Cocaine and drinks in their drug stores when a paper government denies us due process in their paper courts, says a thing is illegal while they also refuse such due process to their victims*  Gatsby never invites any to the party, they always simply show up and according to subtle hints from the Robert Redford film, the party cannot start until Nick Caraway eats a piece of meat while occupying the cottage next door which seems to exhibit the power of a poor bond seller when compared with others who demand privacy and say they have the power and authority when they do not and while they’d insist that Nick be submissive and surrender to them but remember, the story is told by Nick: the others wouldn’t exist if they didn’t have speech or had no right to write*  Zelda wants a drink, 😂*  Moonie watched the clouds drift WEST over the mountains as if a high pressure system where these ‘eggs’ are refuse to allow the weather to flow Eastward*  They’ll reach their breaking point and an Atmospheric tidal wave rushes over the mountains: tornadoes, terrible tempest, wholesale destruction, body bags and fire, 😂!  We’re sure FEMA Kim will help them so long as they’re not nigger-faggot-tranny-queers and or have a paper license to wear heels and panties*  FEMA Kim carries that book by Goddard, ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ wherever FEMA sends them*  They say it’s an excellent book and everyone ought to read it and it’s a scientifically proved fact not in any way birthed out of the writer’s voluntary subjugation to beweef systems if only to get paper degrees from university, paper deeds for property and other things paper while they deny others due process in their paper machine while also demanding obedience and surrender to it*  O well: can’t be helped, says Day-Z*  Hal 9000 sings a song about Day-Z to Dave when their legal system admits lip reading evidence without consideration for homophones and other things that ‘look’ the same as other words even though they’re not those words and yet this evidence is speculative at best because of these actual facts and where context is denied when the judge refuses to be impartial, speaks for the accuser, accepts the accuser’s evidence but not the accused and at the conclusion switches off the official, audible record of the proceeding and tells the accused “you can eat Jesus and get an exorcism”, they surrender the entirety of their cunt-tree, count-tree and other things to the accused*

This blinking light flashes two red signals to the south but two yellow signals both east and west* It’s as if to say that traffic can move cautiously through the bowels of Duncan Donut’s MacArthur but anything probing up from the south where the anus is must stop and wait for the shit to go by* One if by/buy/bi land and two if by/buy/bi see/sea* Bye-bye!

O what fun it is to ride in a one horse, open slay!  Nancy and cohorts want to drink private, proper tea that they get from denying their abuse of a baby’s public impropriety and yet it’s not the baby’s fault*  Their families and political base are obviously way more important than we are by this and so they prove your liberty and justice, privacy and other rights are an illusion that they engineer and flip-flop to benefit only them so that Goddard can have a safe fort to dwell in, ring a bell and have a Door Dash servant bring them food and toilet paper*  They should be forced to wear flip-flops like their beloved Jbus and stop telling us we’re not allowed to wear heels even when their abuse of paper causes us to metamorphosis*

Moonie imagines that the Rockettes are dancing in a past some call dead* So, kick as high as yew can when you republi-can-can, come on now and show us how it goes! 🤣* Rockette l’ab*