Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Wrap It Up. Farewell Wednesday For Now.

For Sure.
Some Major Shout Outz.
These Folks have been a very positive light in this thang called my life.
As well another one of the many, many, many Blessings HE has Bestowed and Graced on me.

First The Loudest Shout Out.
Cause In This Shout Out. My Spiritual Voice Will Be Travelling Farther Than Has Ever Been Calculated.

Heaven.

Popz.
Your Wisdom Was By Far The Most Enduring, The Deepest and The Real Deal.

As You Reminded This Off Da Wire Kid.
Daily.
"I Am Not Your Friend. I Am Your Father".
Yeah.
I Know Men Don't Cry.
But I got A feeling These Tears B Awight.

People say to me an entire life.
For real. 
You don't drink Soda?
I Will Never Ever Forget That Super Hot Day With You  On The 17th Hole.

"Son. I bet Your Thirsty. A Coke Or A Ginger Ale Sounds Real Good To You Right Now. Thing Is Son. There Is Only One Thing. One Thing Only, That Quenches Your Thirst Every Time. That Would Be Water".

To this day all I ever drink is water and coffee and juice that I drink from my juicer.

"Son. Alcohol Will Kill You In Every Way".

"Do Not Buy Things That You Can Not Afford. Pay Cash. You Will For Sure Own That Which You Have Just Truly Purchased".

Popz had absolutely no debt. 
Ever. 
Same For Myself.

Momz.
You were The Kindest Sweetest Person I Ever Met On This Earth.
I Can Not Even Begin To Find The Words.

Honestly. 
I do Not Think They Exist.
You So Beautiful Mom.
Never Heard A Person Say A Bad Word About You.
Always Teaching Me To Look At The Other Ones Side.
"The Big Picture".
I Feel You Every Day. 
Looking Down On Me Saying;
"Oy Gavalt. You Don't Know Shit From Shineola. Straighten It Up. Get On Board Boy".

This man was so very kind to me on a daily basis while selling news papers on the island of River Road and LaCanada Road.
TPD LT. S.

Every Morning, 08:00 you brought me a giant coffee from 'The Good Egg'. 
Every now and then you would deliver me a Giganturous breakfast from one of your Patrol Officers.

You are a Great Man LT.

Not for the Good Looking Out after me.

But for a life time of putting your life on the line for the citizens of Tucson, Arizona daily.
You even ventured into Da Swamp every now and then.
Because Of You, Cursing down to almost a quite roar.
"You Know Ryan. This Earth? This Is Satan's World". 
I remember the first time I told you I detest bad, wicked people.
"So do I Ryan".
Copy Dat Sir.

God Bless You LT. 
May your retirement be everything you have Dreamed about and Expected.
The green green links are now all yours Sir.
Whenever the hell you want.

God Bless you and yours for an eternal lifetime.
An Honor and a Pleasure knowing you Sir.
Semper Fi Sir.

Patrol Officer Pope.
God Bless You and All yours Forever and an Eternity.

I know you will never read this. In my heart I am sure that another TPD Patrol Officer will tell you.

Your Out Standing Career protecting the people of Tucson, Arizona in a Professional Manner at All Times is a Monumental Tribute to All who went before  you and All who will pass through after you.

You Sir, are A Cop's Cop.

And Yeah Sir.
I know it's bad and I can't say it.
"Ryan. That's Bad. And You Can't Say That".
Thank You for your kindness and understanding Patrol Officer Pope.
God Bless You Patrol Officer.

To the Entire TPD Organization.
For everyone of you that I have met, your Professional Dictum and Kindness is Paramount in your daily task of performing your very dangerous job's.

Thank You.
God Bless You and Yours.
I pray for Ya All very day.

Ms. Tandala.
My partner in The Path of The Journey Of The Lord.

Girl.
You Awesome. 

We talked and talked regarding our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
We discussed how at times we are just plain tired of HIS Missions and Tasks.
Our common question to HIM every morning of our lives.
What You Keep Waking Me Up For.
Rollin our beat up, torn up selves out da rack every single morning.

Like you always told me.
I have no choice in this matter.
And No. 
I can't get out of this Mission Called By The LORD.

Luck Fing Me.
God Bless You and Your Husband. 
Your Kidz. 
Your entire Family Ms. T.

Again. 
This Old, Skinny, Once Disheveled Man Can Not Thank You Enough.
Bless You Girl.

Bobby S.
My Dawg.
I know you will never read this.
You For Sure You Are One Of The Lords.

Dawg.
I can never thank you enough. 
Ever.
Your Baby Mamma Is Just Straight Up Adorable and Cute as can be.
God Bless Her.

Bobby S.
God Bless Your Children.
Your Grand Children who you Hold, Admire and Love.
Bless Them All Bobby S.

I will Miss You Dawg.
Like You Alwayz Say;

"Ryanindaswamp In Da Desert On Da Road".
Yeah Bobby S. We Doing The Lords Work.
Just Be Safe Dawg.

My Neighbor. 
Retired Army Ranger LT. Rick.

Damn Sure God Bless You Ranger LT.
Those All Night Discussions.
Helping This Beat Up Old Marine Keep It In Perspective.

In Essence Keeping The Immediate Neighborhood Safe From One PTSD - ing Marine Force Recon LT.

Your Kindness.
Your Generosity.
Your Wisdom.

Thank You Sir For Being There Every-time My PTSD Was 
Detonated.

Talking To Me As Only Military Rank Can.
It Most Defiantly Was A Good Day In Hell.
Every One Walked Away.
No One Got Smoked. LOL
God Bless.
You'll Be Missed Army Ranger.
Thank You Sir For Your Great Service To This Country. 

Not To Burst Any Bubbles Here Sir.
I Ain't Nothin More Than An Old Small Pimple On This Ass Called The World.
Just Another Mope On Da Rope

You Stay Safe Army Ranger.
Semper Fi LT.

Last, But Never Least.
Pastor Dan.
Taking That Time Every Morning To Talk With Me About Our Lord.
Me Expressing To You Every Day How Much I Envy You For The Job That You Perform Daily In The Name Of HIM.
Then stating to you. 
I could never ever do what you do daily.

The Sickening Feeling You Get Every-time You Have Console With The Sinners Who Go On and On and On About Trite Crap. 
I Know This Stress's You Out Beyond All Belief.

Swamp Tip.

Over and Over and Over Again as The Sinners Assault You With Their Insane Evil/Wicked.
I LOVE YOU JESUS CHRIST. 
I PRAISE YOU JESUS CHRIST. 
I LOVE YOU JESUS CHRIST. 
I PRAISE YOU JESUS CHRIST 
I TRUST IN YOU JESUS CHRIST.
You Will Smile as The Trite Go On and ON and On.

And No Sir.

The people that come upon your Church Asking, Demanding Food, Diapers and The Such.

Nope.

They Ain't About To Sell Their IPhone's, Jaguars, Bling and Stuff To Put Diapers On Their Babies.

Yeah.
Nothing To Analyze. 
Nothing To Think About.
Sin Is Sin.
Wrong Is Wrong.

And For Sure.
The LORD O GOD ALMIGHTY Does Not Need Our Money.

As well, as both of us know.

THE LORD DOES NOT FORGIVE.
In Fact;
THE LORD TURNS HIS HEAD. CLOSES HIS EYES TO MANS TRANSGRESSIONS AND INEQUITY S. 
Isiah

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God Bless You Pastor Dan. 

Last Shout Out To The Beautiful Best People World Wide who read this insane diatribe daily.
God Bless Each and Every One Of You.
Ya All For Sure The Most Beautiful Best.
Thank Ya All So So Very Very Much.

To me.
The absolute most amazing part of this blog. 

The Major Insanity is that I never even considered anyone would even read this stuff.

As far as Blogging went.

I knew less than two shitz and three fast flying fuckz about Blogging.
I just started to write.

A Thang As It Were That People, Starting With My Popz Said Over and Over To Me Again and Again.

A Literal Lifetime.

Write.
Just Write.
Popz from 4 years old.

A Few months down the road I discovered the statistic button
Blew My Fuckin Mind. 

World Wide.

As I came to find out I had an enormous presence out in the Interment World.
From day one when this blog is searched I come up number one.
Linked up like a star. 
World Wide.
Talk about being humbled.
Daily. 
By The Second.
Wow.

As an Old Friend of mine from the growing up years in Da Hood used to say;
"What a Long Strange Trip Itz Been".
To say The Least.
Kaddish Brother Jerry.
Yeah.
That Jerry Garcia.

Blogger.Com
By Far.
The Absolute.
Nothing To Analyze.
Most Mind Bending.
Gray Matter Melting.
MuttuFuckin Blog Site To Navigate.
Oh Yeah.
Your Spell Checker Is Surely Hooked Up On Marz.

Oh.
That $9.00 Ad Sense.
Oh.
Never Gonna Pay Me?

See Ya.
At Least For A Minute.
For Sure. 
Don't Wanna Be Ya.

Now. On To The World.

America.

PLEEZE. PLEEZE.

I'm Begging Ya All.

Stop  Cryin Like Da  Bitch Regarding Your College Professor President Wanna Be Who Unfortunately Is The President.

Num Nutz.

Ya All Elected Him.
Twice.

Honestly.

Fuck Ya All.
Die Hard.
Die Slow.
Die Screamin.
Your Idiots.

Now Ya All Crying Hillary.
Again.
Fuck You.

If all that was not enough.

The Majority of Women In This ONCE GREAT COUNTRY Called The United States of America Are Straight Up Ignorant Hoe's and  Hoe Wanna Be's. 
Or, as The LORD sayz,
Seductress'. 
Yeah. 
Aspire To The Best.

Trust Me On This.
Absolutely No Hope What So Ever In Site.

The World.

On A Daily Basis Laughs Sadly At This Country.
Actually, Less Than A Laugh.
More Like The Innocent Observing The Criminal Joke That Is Today America.

The sadness is the fact of this ONCE GREAT Country is now nothing more than The Bottom of The Cesspool.

Daily.
Mr. Mute engaged.
I see commercial after commercial touting Re-finance your home.
Get out of debt.
Make your credit card debt disappear.
Bankruptcies. 
By The Ton.
Bankruptcies.
The legal way to rip off all that is concerned.
Only to go back to the trough for more.

Like Dis.
Fuck You.

For buying houses you could never, would never be able to afford.

Automobiles.

Motorcycles.

73 Inch Flat Screens.

Boats that you could never, would never be able to afford.

Buying IPhone's over taking care of your Kidz.

America.
As far as this Author is concerned.
Ya All nothing but Bloated, Obese, Very Very Fat Complaining Cry Babies.
Wah Wah Fuckin Wah.

On top of all this desire from the cesspool wanting and wanting and wanting.

Then there are those that see only the slant face crooked prize.
Things. 
Stuff.
Material Objects that drive you to Steal.
To Break In The Dwellings Of The Innocent.
To Demurer For Possessions Made of Sand That Fade Into The Sea.
Committing Crime After Crime Just To Keep Up With The Jones.
To Gain That Ever Elusive Flying Rat Of Acceptance In The Earthy Hell Called The World.
Then When Prosecuted and Incarcerated Cryin KLike Da Bitch.
Fuck You.

Really America.
Fuck Ya All. 
You Living, Paying, Doing and Loosing As You All Should Be.

That said.

I agree with the President.
Absolutely, Completely On Board.
Drones.
The Way To Go.

Of Course The Greedy Idiots, John McCain and his ilk are alwayz going to be screamin for more expenditure regarding The America Industrial Military Congrezz.

Every Rifle Trigger Squeezed. 
Every Man Down.
Lines The Pockets Of Those Who Prosper From War.

Not Us.
The Poor Kidz.
Fighting The Rich Man Wars.

People, across the world. 
Express. 
Feel this one thread that runs through us all.

Iran

Pakistan

Egypt

Sudan

Africa

India

U.S.A.

Venezuela

South East Asia

Singapore

Philippines

South America

On and On Across The Globe.

That Common Thread That Runz The Gamut Between Us All. Iz.

Governments.

All Governments. 

Gotta Go.

Se Ya Bye.

For It Is Without A Doubt, Governments Global Wide, That Transcends The  Useless in Every Way Shape and Form.
Corrupt.
Evil
Wicked
Murderous
Lying
On and On.
Go The Fuck Away.

Now.

Today.

We'll Take It From Here.

60 bags of soft in your gut.(Soft Defined; Powder Cocaine)

Really Einstein.
At what point in this mis-guided venture did it hit you that what you are perpetrating iz a bad, bad, stupid fuckin thang.

Genius.

You are a licensed pilot.

On a flight that you are pilot commissioned and paid.
Just walk those bags on board in your carry on.
Presto. 
Change O.
You A Successful, Prosperous Cocaine Smuggler.
Make Your Mamma Proud.
Fuckin Idiot.

You'll have mucho, mucho time to dwell on this one Einstein.
Good Luck and Fuck You.

Again.

John Kerry.
Calling Snowden Bad Bad Bad Un American Dangerous Traitor.

Who would know better you piece of Commie Treasonous Traitorous Ass Hole.

Fuck You John Kerry.

Fuck Your Hoe Mamma.

Yo Player.
I Fucked Your Wife.
You A Bitch.

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Good Job Ass Hole.

Fuck You.

Yeah Bobby.
Dawg.  
As Alwayz 
Hit It On Da Nail Brother.

Ryanindaswamp In Da Desert On Da Road.

Take Care World.

Just Keep Doing The Right Thang.
Alwayz Remember Exactly Who Be Da Bought and Sold.

U B Awaight.

Back At Cha All Down Da Road.

Ryan. Out.

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Monday Morning Tuesday Bluez

Seemingly, Some Blockhead. 
Take Your Fuckin Pick.
Mistakenly. 
Reveals the name of The Top CIA Operative In Afghanistan.
No Big Fuckin Biggy.

Surely.
You Mutherfuckin Shittin Me.

Americas Foriegn Policy.

Directed By Insane Clown Posse Has Been Severely Compromised. 
'Prez' sayz.
No Problemo. 
He's got it.
Gonna Throw More Money At This Behemoth.
Callin In Da Real Foreign Policy Pro's.

Rumor out here In Da Street iz sayin even as I write away. 

AF1 is en-route to Forest Lawn Memorial Park, Glendale, California.
Where The Three Stooges Anxiously Await To Be Uncovered and Take Up Arms With The Insane Clown Posse To Initiate, Deploy and Direct Americas New Foreign Policy.

 

The Three Stooges Gravesites

www.death2ur.com/three_stooges_gravesites.htm
Every Thang Just Gonna Be Awight.
I Know.
'Prez' Told Me.
Said He Pissed.
Off Da Wire.
Man On It.

Thank God 'Prez'.
Cause For A Lickety Nano, I Thought We In Some Deep Deep Shit.
Thought Vladdy Getting Ready To Run More Russian Leader Yak Down On Ya.
Phew.
I Feel A Whole Lot Better Now.

Someone.
Anyone.
Just Shoot Me In Da Face.
Pleeze.

I guess this is that one time when outing The Main CIA Operative In Hostile Ain't Dat All Of A Bad Thang.
Right?

"Yo. Abagail. 
Fed-Ex deliver my Napalm and Syringes for my Deep Cornea Napalm Injections"?

If All This Wasn't Bad Enough.
TBGNS Ain't Happy.

Yeah. 
You Heard Me Right Slappy.

Seemingly That Part Of;
"Ryan. Wherever You Go. I Go. Cause You Will Never Ever Not Be Close To Me".
Trust Me.
Dis Girl Ain't Playin.

Example.

A few weeks back, both of our cribs blowin da circuit breakers. 
Lights out.
We both head back around our building to the breakers.
Hit Da Switches. Back In Business.

TBGNS takes the lead from out of the back of the 100 year old building.
I got her rear flank. So to speak.
Now Girl West Coast Gorgeous.  
Body By Fisher. 

Seemingly that day, Girlz Red Satin Basketball Shorts On The Loose Side.
Baby Showin Some Back.
Feel Me?

We get out on the parking lot tarmac. We proceed back to our cribs. Walking Close To Each Other, I Say;

"Damn Girl. You Showing Some Sexy Crack"

Girl stops. 
Turns to me. 
Grill Up Personal in my face, Calmly states;

"I Will Knock You Out. On The Ground".

I Am In Complete Awe. Quite As A Church Mouse.
Cause For, Sure I Ain't Messin With Her.
She For Sure My Kinda Dame. 

She smiles that, 'You Wanna Fuck Wit Dis' smile. Walks a bit ahead. 
Little more Shake,Wiggle, Somethin Shake, Somethin, Somethin  Jiggle, Jiggle, Shake, Shake, Wiggle.

Yeah.
I'm Dun For On Every Level.

Now Girl Knows That In A Quick Lickety, I'm South Bound.

Causa mi nueva casa está abajo México camino. El resto de mi vida.

She Ain't Happy. Casting and Throwing Spells On Me Through The Old Stone Walls. I Haven't Slept In Two Nights. 

Hence forth regarding my absent state of mind I can not for the life of me write the blog I wanna write today.
I'm a mess. On every level.
But Honestly.
Girl wanna be with me.
She gonna have to brush up on her Spanish.
If one of her spells don't kill me first.

Now. On To The World.


Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel - Biography, Facts and Pictures
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Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel.

Ya All might be familiar with this Man due to the Diesel Engine.

Karl was born in Paris, France in 1858. His family was forced to leave France along with many other German families in 1870 as a result of The Franco/Prussian War. His family settled in London, England.

At the age of 14 Karl informed his parents that he wanted to become an engineer. It was in this year that Mr. Diesel enrolled at the Industrial School of Augsburg.

After two years Karl received  a merit scholarship to the Royal Bavarian Polytechnic of Munich.

Due to Typhoid Karl was not up to graduating from Royal Bavarian Polytechnic of Munich. At this point in his life Karl accepted a position with Sulzer Brothers Machine Works in Winterthur, Switzerland.

As a result of Mr. Diesel' work in Switzerland Karl graduated in January 1880 with sky high academic honors.

At this time he accepted a position with his former professor Carl Von Linde , with the design and construction of a modern refrigeration and ice plant. Diesel became the director of the plant one year later.

As well Mr. Diesel was more than instrumental in developing the steam engine.
His approach took his success with refrigeration to a higher level in so incorporating that knowledge he gleaned from refrigeration to expand in his design of the Diesel Engine.

In 1892 Karl obtained a German development for the Diesel engine.
The following year he published a description of his engine under, 'Theory und Konstrukition eines rationelle Ware Motors'. (Theory and Construction of a Rational Heat Motor).

1913.29.08 Diesel boarded the steam ship Dresden for a sail across the English Channel speak at the Consolidated Diesel Manufacturing meeting.
Karl retired to his cabin around 10:00 p.m. after dinner.
He left a 6 a.m. wake up call. Mr. Diesel did not respond to his wake up call. In fact his cabin was empty.
Rudolf Karl Diesel was never seen again.

1893.10. 08 

Rudolf Karl Diesel powered the first Diesel using peanut oil as fuel.
He then designed his engine to run on the cheapest renewable energy source on the planet, known to man.
Cannabis.
He introduced the first 25 Horsepower 4 Stroke, One Cylinder engine in 1889.
The more advanced engine became famous at the 1889 Munich Exibition.

The long and the short of it all is that Rudolf Karl Diesel originally designed the Diesel engine to run on Cannabis. Which the engine ran on perfectly.
Henry Ford joined Diesel in the quest to build engines that ran on Cannabis. 
Ford took that assignment to an entire new level actually building door panels, fenders and other body parts, as well, the engine was powered by Hemp Oil as a fuel.
No pollution what so ever.

The experience that both Diesel and Ford got out of their inventions was the actual real beginning of the married for life corruption of American Business and The American Government' joined at the hip corrupt existence.

More on this story at a later date.

Ryan. Out.

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Deep In Morning This Weekend Of Memorial



Where the hell do I even begin.

Yo.
Shout Out To All My Active And Veteran Brothers and Sisters.

God Bless Ya All. Each and Every One of You.
We Know Who We Are.
We Know What We Do.
Semper Fi.
Do Or Die.
OOORahhh.

Sean Hannity.
Sean.
Sean.
Sean.

Swamp Style.
Hero Today.
Bitch Tomorrow.

Welcome to the status of the later.
Florida Governor Rick Scott.

Buy Ya books. 
Send Ya to school. 
This is the best guest you can come up with to fill a void on your show?
Nigga Pleeze.

Rick Scott is a Criminal.
This Criminal Ass Hole Brings My Stomach Turn To Such High Levels, I Do Not Even Want To Waist The Finger Energy Hittin These Keyz.
So Here Are Just A Few Links. I Don't Even Get Paid For This Shit.
Guess Your Research Staff Missed All This Seany Boy.

Florida, otherwise known as the Crazy State, has a governor who was elected despite having been at the helm of a company that pleaded guilty to the biggest Medicare fraud in history.  Under the  settlement, Columbia-HCA agreed to pay $840 million in criminal and civil penalties.
Rick Scott said when he first ran for the governorship that his net worth was $218 million.  At the time a blind trust statute apparently written specifically to deal with hiding Scott's ill-gotten gains became law, he stated his end-of-2012 net worth was $84 million.
  
Florida governor Rick Scott: Still feeding at the public trough
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Welcome to the Bought and Sold Seany Boy.
Naples, Racist Florida is waiting with open arms Irish.
Welcome to the Bitch Club.

Bern update.

If Ya All remember.
Bern was my neighbor back in Naples, Florida.
A tall standing, thin, retired Navy Seal. Diagnosed with the largest 'Kidney Stone' the V.A. had ever seen. This statement made by the V.A's own doctors.

My other neighbor, a Navy Aircraft Mechanic called me last summer to tell me that Bern had keeled over and died, from an apparent heart attack. 
Somewhat true.

Talking with Navy the other day he gave me the Bern update.
The real skinny as it was.

Bern did keel over and die of a heart attack. The thing is he died on his kitchen floor 8 days prior to his neighbor Kimberly experiencing that God awful smell one never forgets. 
Dead Person Down.

Kaddish Seal Brother.
Finally the peace you so much deserved. The eventual peace we all find, finally, after being so long ago forgotten.
SEMPER FI Seal.
  


Wednesday 2014 21 05
What Dis Date?

"I Know You Don't Give Two 'TRIGZ' about this".

Hmmmm.
Meghan Kelly.
Girl.
You Been In Da Swamp?
What Your Mamma Tell Ya About Dat Swamp.

Yeah.
Dream On Old Man.
Like Meghan Kelly Actually Reads This Old Beat Up 'Devil Dawg's' Insane Diatribe.
I should only be that Honored, as well Humbled.

Shit.
Stranger Has Happened.

Senility.
Ain't It A Bitch?

Bob Beckell.
You Fat Piece Of Slob Hoe.
Fuck Off.
Die Screamin.
Hard.
Real Hard.

I'm not a betting Man.
But I would put money on the hunch that you were one of those Ass Holes that threw eggs and tomatoes on us returning from The Hell Called South East Asia.
Fuck You and Your Hoe Mamma. 
Drunken, Hard Smokin Ass Hole.
Jump back off the wagon. The only place where you make any sense.

Better yet.
Bring your disgusting fat, bag of crap self on down here to the South West Side.
We'll trip on down South 6th Avenue, way on the South Side.
I'll hook your recovering Fat Ass up with some Cervesa and Hard.

Hit Dat Dos Equis.
Pull deep on Dat Glass Stem.
Then Me and My Mexican Friends Will Bet If You Can Run Fast Enough From The Pit Bulls Before They Digest Your Rotten Flesh.
Fuck You and Your Hoe Mamma.
You Nothin But A Frag-meat Bitch.
Theorize That Big Boy.

Fox.
Get Rid Of This Ass Hole.

On To Russia.
Yo.
Vladdy.
Thanx For The Read.
You Awight.

Runnin Serious Yak On Our Boy Barry Obama.
Take It All Da Way Home V. Putin.
You Da Man.

Ya All Must Be One Of The Two Readers In Russia Every Day That Reads This Blog.
Yeah Fuckin A Right I'm Humbled and Honored.
For Real.
Straight Up.
Thanx.

Dis A Short One Today.

The Author Wrappin Dis Shit Up.
Walkin Across The Street.
Pickin Me Up A Gallon Of Cheap Whiskey.
Lockin Da Crib Door For The Next 9 Hours and 2 Dayz.

Not Even TBGNS Allowed.
Dis Is Mine Alone.

Oh Yeah.
One Last Thing.

America. 
Feel Like Fallin In Love.
Great.
Kiss My Skinny Ass and Call It A Romance.

Cause In A Lickety.
Dis Author Is Ex-Patriated Down South.
Way Da Fuck Down South Of The Border.
For Da Rest Of My Skinny Ass Life.
On Da Beautiful Coast.

Ryan's New Home.

Nos vemos Candy Ass América. Este autor es Sur. Hacia la hermosa costa mexicana. Pesca y colgantes con todos la Bella Girlz. AMF Adios desmoronarlo

Ryan. Out.

I Hope Ya All Enjoy This Article As Much As I Did.


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By Leon Wieseltier Photo: Kevin Winter/Getty Images

The love and the loyalty that I feel toward the United States is not only an expression of conviction. It is also an expression of gratitude. This country took in my parents when they were broken people looking for a beginning after an ending. They were two of the saving remnants of Polish Jewry, living traces of an erased world. They were seeking, well, life after death, and here they found it. But in the haven of refugees in which I was raised the feeling about America was more complicated. America had helped Jews after the war, but America had not helped Jews during the war. There had been no significant exertions of rescue. The reverence of the American Jewish community for Roosevelt (a friend once told me of his father, a retired garment worker, standing at Roosevelt’s grave at Hyde Park and saying kaddish for him) was not shared by the recent arrivals. The survivors were interventionists. It was a corollary of their experience in hell.

In the formation of my views about morality and power, and of my sense of an obligation to imagine the desperation of doomed people, this became a kind of primal scene. In 1944, for example, it was proposed to various officials of the American government that the Allies bomb the rail lines that carried the Jews of Hungary to the extermination camps in Poland, and that they bomb the gas chambers at Auschwitz. In May, Michael Dov Ber Weissmandel, a Slovakian rabbi, pleaded: “How guilty will you feel in your hearts if you fail to move heaven and earth to help us in the only ways that are available to our own people and as quickly as possible? ... For God’s sake, do something now and quickly.” In July, John J. McCloy, the assistant secretary of war, dismissed the proposal as “impracticable” and wrote that “the War Department fully appreciates the humanitarian motives which prompted the suggested operation but . . . the operation suggested does not appear justified.” The mention of McCloy always fills me with repulsion: he became my supreme cautionary example of the collapse of human responsibility in foreign policy. Thirty years ago I invited Lucy Dawidowicz to review in these pages The Abandonment of the Jews: America and The Holocaust, 1941–1945 by David Wyman. She submitted a defense of American inaction about Europe’s Jews against Wyman’s withering indictment of it, noting that America had after all won the war, which in her view was all it had to do, and (in a bout of misplaced neoconservatism) accused Wyman of anti-Americanism. I refused to publish the piece. Candidly if a little grandiloquently, I told her (I never had occasion to say this to a writer before or since) that my conscience would not allow it. We never spoke again.

The question of the relevance of the Holocaust to humanitarian intervention is somewhat fraught. There are those who are offended by any analogy between the genocide of the Jews and other instances of systematic exterminatory evil; and there are others for whom such an analogy, always imprecise, is one of the central lessons of modern history. Whereas “none of the tragedies that we see today may rise to the full horror of the Holocaust, they demand our attention, that we not turn away, that we choose empathy over indifference, and that our empathy leads to action”: President Obama spoke those words in Los Angeles recently. I would admire them coming from anybody. Coming from him, they sicken me. Syria, man, Syria! About his concluding reference to action, the president hastily added in exculpation of himself, “And that’s not always easy,” as if anybody thinks that it’s always easy. Obama’s statement reminded me of “the War Department fully appreciates the humanitarian motives which prompted the suggested operation but ...” It displayed the same sensitive insensitivity. 

The president was in Los Angeles to accept an award from the Shoah Foundation. “In the face of acts of inhumanity, President Obama has not stood by,” Steven Spielberg foolishly declared when he presented the award. In the president’s remarks, you can track his decline from moral largeness into historical smallness: “Every day when I wake up, and I think about the young girls in Nigeria or children caught up in the conflict in Syria—when there are times in which I want to reach out and save those kids—and having to think through what levers, what power do we have at any given moment, I think drop by drop by drop, that we can erode and wear down these forces that are so destructive.” He begins exquisitely and ends pusillanimously. He wants big emotions but not big actions. And what do people do who wish to emote but not to act? They tell stories. Instead of using American power, whose magnitude the president is anyway unclear about “at any given moment,” he mawkishly proposed to assist Assad’s millions of victims “by keeping memories alive, by telling stories, by hearing these stories,” and in this way “we can do our part.” This credible threat of a barrage of American narrativity will no doubt bring Assad to his knees.

“Drop by drop by drop” now joins “you hit singles, you hit doubles” and “we just try to get our paragraph right” as the epitaphs for Obama’s retreating presidency. Unfortunately the policy of eroding and wearing down, of calibration and modulation and prevarication, is not working. According to the foreign minister of France and Human Rights Watch, Assad is using chemical weapons again, even as he takes back Homs and prepares to win an election in a few weeks. The administration has made it clear that it will not grant the request of Ahmad Al Jarba, the president of the Syrian Opposition Coalition, for effective weapons, though Jay Carney assured The Washington Post that Al Jarba’s meeting with Susan Rice, “with a possible drop-in by President Obama, is ‘part of our commitment to empower’ the opposition coalition.” The bystander has become an in-dropper. This hypocrisy is unbearable. Obama cannot act like John McCloy and talk like Raphael Lemkin. Retrenchment is retrenchment, and it should not be ornamented with soaring references to the Holocaust. Obama’s moist pronouncements do not disguise the stony raison d’état of his approach to atrocity. If, in the matter of responding to evil, the president is not prepared to “do something now and quickly,” as the rabbi once begged, then he should stifle himself. His words are insults.

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Off  Da Wire Wednesday

I really went and Dun Did it this time.

Upon returning from the Smoke Shop and The K with Iggy Da Dawg. I handed off TBGNS (The Beautiful Girl Next Store) Her 3 boxes of Fire Hotz Candy and Her Smoking supplies. Hand off went down successfully.
So I Hit It.

"I gotta ask Ya a question".
"Yeah".
"Will You Marry Me"?
"I'm Really Bizy Now. I'll Get Back To You On That. Hold Your Breath".

Breath Engaged.
I gotta shot. I know I gotta shot.
So I Tell Her.

"Ya know, When I pull outta dis burg, We'll never...".
"Yeah. Right. I'm Going Where Ever You Go. That's That. I'm real Bizy. Thanx  Ryan. Your Awesome. Gotta Go".

Copy Dat.

I Gotta Shot. I Know I Gotta Shot.

Cause I gotta tell Ya All.
Dis Dame West Coast Gorgeous.

Atom Smashin Hot.
F16 After Burn Thrust. 
You Got Nothing On Dis Girl.
Dis Broad Seen It Comin and Goin. 

Flynn.
You couldn't be any more in.

On the real far flung side of it all.

Chevy Chase was rushed to a hospital in Los Angeles.
Mr. Chase' predicament arose from the fact that his fat ass self has ballooned to over 300 Lbs.'s.

Whats your secret Chevy?
All I keep doing is loosing LB's.

Regarding Women/Men Relationships

Like Dis.

Men Your dealing with Women.
Hormones Flying Multiple Mach. 
24/7 365.
These Beautiful, Exotic Creatures Give Birth.
DO NOT PISS THEM OFF.

When Ya Do.
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Cause Boy. 
You Don't Stand A chance.

Cause Honestly Men.
When It Comes To Boo. 
You Way Da Fuck Outta Your Ball Park.


Like Master Sun Tzu Say

“Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.”
― Sun Tzu, The Art of War

"The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.”
― Sun Tzu, The Art of War

 “The greatest victory is that which requires no battle.”
― Sun Tzu, The Art of War

  “In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity”
― Sun-Tzu, A Arte da Guerra 
   
I Know Ya All follow this vapor trail.

Engage these Battling Beauty's.
You dun for on every level. 
By the time you ever see that pussy again. You won't even know what it is.
Girl will take a beating just to see your ass locked up. 
After Poe tunes you up.

So men, for God Sakes, DO NOT PISS THEM OFF. 
Dey already gone at this point.

Walk away. 
Keep your head down. 
Retreat. Retreat. Retreat.

The Kidz Mom.
Petite and Pretty as can be.

Latin Latin Smooth As Satin.
Stone cold killer when she is pissed.
I damn sure did every conceivable possible thing to keep that Female Latin anger turned down all the way to the left side of the gauge.

Then there were those dayz. 
Keep your head down Marine.
The Nano moment I caught the vibe that things were gettin sideways. 
The wheels about to fall off.
I took a seat.
Hung My Head Down. 
Low. Real Low.
Got ready for incoming.  

Detonation.
Ka Dam Bam.
Lit it Da Hell Up.
There she goes.

If all this was not bad enough.
Kidz took position on the side and at back of my chair.
Momz going off like a thousand RPG's.
Spanish and English rounds engulfing me.

Then a reload break on Momz part. 
I point my Baby Blues 45 degrees looking up at her face.
Another Salvo.
Incoming.
Short Blow Off.
She Done.

Standing over the just emasculated me. 
Hand on one beautiful sexy waist while the other hand, finger stiffly pointed at me. 
Silence.

I look up.

"Baby. 
Your Right. 
I'm Wrong. 
I Apologize. 
I'll Never Do It Again".

'Condene el derecho Tuff Hombre'

With that, Girl does a sexy stated about face. 
Throws Her Long Beautiful hair to one side as she shakes Dat Sexy Thang on Her walk away. 
Turns Her Head Towards Me.
A wink. 
A smile.

Match Point Me
Cause Gentlemen.
Trust Me On This.

You adhere to This Coaches advice. 
You in for some of the wildest, best sex you ever experienced.

See Girl just wanted that moment in the sun. 
Letting you know how the cow eats the cabbage up in da crib.

Truth is.
I hadn't one fuckin clue what so ever as to what the hell she was getting loud for to begin with.

As the Kidz grew older, when these outbreaks would occur. They would be yelling at me;

"God Daddy Your A Wimp". 
"Show some Cahonies". 
"You Embarrass Us Daddy". 
"Grow A Set".

It was hell on every level.
The main thing is though. 
Every body walked away. 
Enjoying breakfast the next day. 
For this Author. 
A good day in hell.

Bullies.

Growing up as the youngest of 6 Kidz, as well the Runt. I learned at an early age that to not stand up for myself was to perish.

Seemingly I did not carry that onto the battle ground of elementary school.

I always walked to and from school. 

Momz strict orders to me was do not cut through alleys and empty lots.
Being the obedient Kid that I was. 
I made sure to cut through all the alleys and empty lots.

I'm an Irish/Jew.
This became a problem in elementary through basically high school. 
The Jewish Kidz had a massive Pork Roast Up Their Ass Regarding My Irish Heritage.

My first encounter of this Hate came about in the first grade. While cutting through the forbidden empty lot across from school. 
One of 3 actually. 
I met a 3rd grader named Benny Schwartz.

"Hey you Mick Kike Half Breed".

That started the run , as fast As I could until tackled just short of the other side. 
I was fast. 
Not fast enough to make it to the street and civilization.
The result was every day I took a beat down. 
I'll add, I never cried. 

I actually started crying in 2008, Thanx Captain Rich. Miami, Florida V.A.

I would arrive home. 
Mom would look at me. 
Smack me up for cutting through empty lots. 
Pick me up by my neck. 
Deposit me in the kitchen sink and clean me up.

Then it happened.

Popz, out of the wild blue showz up one day while Mom was in Her 'Corner Man' position cleaning up my beat face.

"Whats Goin On"?

Momz starts singing like a bird.

"Ryan, Come here".

"Yes Sir".

Mom lifted me out of the kitchen sink. 
I followed Popz into the living room.

"Sit down Ryan. Tell me what happened".

I break it all down for Dad. 
I'll mention at this point that Dad was Big. Real Big. As well a retired Marine officer.

"Ryan. I'll be coming home for lunch over the next two weeks. What you need to be clear on Ryan, is the next time this incident is starting to unfold. You need to have a very clear visual regarding Benny Schwartz and regarding Myself.
You need to make a decision Ryan. 
Benny Schwartz or Me. 
Because Ryan, if you ever come home like this again. After Benny Kicks your butt. I am going to kick your butt. Am I clear Ryan"?

"Yes Sir".

Good. Go to your room".

"Yes Sir".

Of course, just like a scene out of Ground Hog Day, here I was.
Across the street from school. Making my approach to enter the empty lot.

Benny advanced.
I ran.

Then it hit me.

A clear picture of my Popz  Wailing on my ass. 
As I was running I noticed this big rock I was coming up on. 
I stopped. 
Benny was full speed. 
I picked up the rock.
Slam Wham Bang Fuckin Bamm. 
Man Down. 
I jumped on Benny and finished him off.
Left His Ass On Da Ground. 
Crying Like Da Bitch.
By this time other Kidz were standing around.

"Ryan Beat Up Benny. Ryan Beat Up Benny".

Yeah.
Street Cred firmly and forever jack hammered in granite.

Off Da Track

Hannity.
You Da Fuck On It Irish.

Thank You Sean. 
So Very Very Much.
Standing tall for Veterans. 
God Bless You Irish.
You have no idea of the Love you generate with your kind words and up in the grill participation. 
Thank You Sir.

PTSD
Survivor Syndrome.
Just a part of my daily. 
Day to Day.
Excruciating Nite to Nite.

O'Rielly.

That is absolutely just great.
That the President contributed money to your Veteran' cause.
Thank you O'Rielly for your contributions to who ever.
I'm glad you sleep good at night.

My take on all that.

Talk about the Bought and Sold.

The Presidents contribution to your cause, in my eyes completely eviscerates your street cred.

Just the fact that your way, on the other side, beyond humble self reminds America of everything and what ever it is you do, then onto broadcast to America how great you are for all that you do.

The Presidents Stacks($) in your prized charity puts you in a position of  not ever again running yak on the President when yak is the only option left on the table to let America know who this man is.

You Sir. 
Have been Bought and Sold.
Straight Up.

Cause Honestly America. 
Ya All run yak regarding Veterans. 
But the realty is Ya All could care less.

America.
The realty is that as far as Veterans are concerned we are disposable
Think about that.

By the numbers.

What is the chance of Combat Military Personnel coming home unscathed?
Slim to fuckin none.

Where the fuck do Ya All think we've been?
An overseas dinner party?

In actuality, once we have the good to go, we are at that point expendable. 
This United States Government for sure views this destiny for us.
Sends us into battle with nowhere near the appropriate weapons and armament.

When we do make it back.
Lips tightly pulled over our heads to our toes.
Now we enter the 'Nuisance Stage'.
Not one MutuFucker got our backs.

Unless of course your a Cross Dressing Transvestite Criminal.  Or your generating some type revenue off of our war torn backs.

From Phony Greedy Veterans 501(c)(3)'s, to the government and the V.A. or the Auto Industry.

Right Chrysler.

Right Chevrolet.

Yo.
Chevy
Instead of Pimping Veterans for a few Bustilion Bucks more.
Why in the fuck don't you try and build a car that doesn't kill people?
Ass Holes.

I apologize O'Rielly.
Language a bit strong for you Sir?

For those of us that served in Vietnam.
We never asked for that detail.
We never questioned it.
Never cried.
Just complied and did the job our country asked of us.
To a one.
Well, actually all, except one.
That one would be John 'Treasonous, Traitor, Coward' Kerry. 
Yellow Belly.

Yeah.
That John Kerry.
The John Kerry that the General Secretary of the Communist Party of  North Vietnam, Comrade Do Muio credited for winning the war for North Vietnam.

Kerry Honored by Vietnamese Communists - WinterSoldier ...

www.wintersoldier.com/.../index.php?page...
 
We accepted our fate, only to return home to ass hole, little rich bitch kidz, throwing eggs, tomatoes, spit, fecal matter as they screamed baby killer, women killer.

These Sub-Creaton Cowards are the very people running this country today. The ones that spits on the military of yesterday.

The Obama's. 
The Ayers. 
The Warrens. 
The Jarrett's. 

On and Fuckin On.
The school teachers who couldn't teach a fish to swim.

Yo.
Billy O.
Where were you during The Vietnam War?
Mr. Love our Military to Death.

Vietnam and the Bill O'Reilly Nothing But Spin Zone

www.oreilly-sucks.com/oreillyinfo/oreillyvietna...

Like my Father always said;
"Those who teach. Can't Do".

What Popz was saying was that teachers, time and time again will fail in the real world, as far as business and work force go. For the simple fact that these folk live in the Hypothetical, Theorizing World of What Should Be and Not What Is.

In their Grand Ineptitude trying to grasp the reins of the horse pulling the wagon, they get all caught up in the Hypothetical Menusha.  
Does the Horse Actually Go Before The Cart?

This Obama Administration is painfully tethered with do nothing teachers from top to bottom.

On a daily basis, 'Fundamentally Transforming' realty into Hypothetical Theory while America Burnz.

In this 'Fundamentally Transformed Cluster Fuck With A Shit Storm Float' the realty and procedure of America is daily torn apart like a gigantic puzzle missing 2/3 of  the pieces.

Forget that this upside down classroom disaster has long ago fell on the floor, petrie dish and contents shattered beyond any recognition.

The Bought and Sold actually goes on and on about how and where this president receives his information and what he then try's and sell's to the ridiculous hapless media. 
Cause American Bought and Sold Media, your the only ones not getting it.

The FACT is that this president does not give two shitz or three fast flying fuckz regarding The United States of Americas Military and for sure The United States of Americas Combat Veterans.

One certainly does not have to look far regarding this fact. 
In fact I only have to look South about a hundred miles where My Marine, CHAINED TO A COT LIKE A RABID DOG SITZ DAY IN AND DAY OUT.

So does this president care about anything in America?
Yeah
Kilos upon Kilos of Hard.(Crack Cocaine)
Bic Lighters.  
Pyrex Pipes.

Allegedly.

Barack Obama & Larry Sinclair: Cocaine, Sex, Lies & Murder?

www.amazon.com/Barack-Obama...Cocaine/.../057801387..

Classmate of Barack Obama in Hawaii Recalls Him as Gay ...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=vF6HGlgzxps

YouTube

Nov 9, 2013 - Uploaded by WeNeedASavageNation

Classmate of President Obama back in Hawaii recalls him as a gay, cocaine-smoking hustler. Full ...

Sleaze charge: 'I took drugs, had homo sex with Obama'

www.wnd.com/2008/02/56626/

Libel case against Obama's 'gay' accuser tossed

www.wnd.com/.../libel-case-against-obamas-gay-accuser-

Obama's Gay Sex-Cocaine Romps with Larry Sinclair ...

fellowshipoftheminds.com/2010/05/.../larry-sinclairs-gay-sex-with-obam..  

So what I'm walkin up the canyon trail with is 'Prez' sayz he ain't playin when it comes to;

Benghazi
The IRS
The V.A.
Fast and Furious
AP Scandal
Secret Service and Colombian Whores
Creamer/Obama Care

Blasey Blasey Blasey On and On and Fuckin On.

Ya Know What Mr. President.
Not to worry Sir.
A few Hoops.
A few swings on the green.

While My Military Brothers and Sisters Die Day In. 
Day Out.
Have a nice day Mr. President.
Fuck You.

Language a bit strong regarding the source of your Bought and Sold Mr. Bill O'Rielly?

Maybe you forgot America. 
Or just never knew. 

Spring 2012, Hillary Clinton with full approval from Barack Obama gave the Russians complete knowledge and access to our Secret Missile Silos spread through out the western states of America.

America. 

There was at best a handful of people that even knew about these silos, much less their locations.
In effect Hillary and Barack opened the doors to Russia, not only giving visual location, but full physical access when ever they wanted.

Honestly.
I'm speechless.

Obama Gives Our Secrets to Russia | Right Wing News

www.rightwingnews.com/column-2/obama-gives-our-secrets-to-russia/

Just for fun regarding the following.

Clinton's White House - These Last Days Ministries

www.tldm.org/news2/sellout.htm



The Tail End

I know for a fact that Law Enforcement in America, Local, State, Federal are good people.
Dedicated 100% in what they do.
Life on the line Daily.

No Guarantees.
Except those Sworn too Guarantees that they took an oath to perform their jobs to their death if necessary. 
God Forbid.

Just out here day after day.
Following Orders.

For you see America, Rank rolls down hill.
Today. 
Tomorrow. 
Yesterday and Beyond.

Just like our Military.
Strong Men and Women Armed.
Putting it on the line. 
No Questions asked.
As well, performing their duty flawless while an Idiotic Public forgets like the passing traffic in their rear view mirror.

I See How Much You Give A Shit About My Marines.
Mr. President.

Fuck Deeze Tears.

Chained to a  Fuckin Steel Cot Like a Rabid Dog.
The Ultimate Grand Payoff for Sworn duty performed.
The payoff for giving it all.
Again and Again.
Over and over.

SEMPER FI MARINE.
OOOORAHHHH!

Again Marine.
Giving It All.
Hanging Tuff.
And You Will Marine.
That Is Who You Are Marine.

Not Some Candy Ass American Public That left Their Penis In The Men's Room Urinal.

Improvise
Overcome
Adapt

Like You Know How Marine.

GET MY MARINE DA FUCK OUTTA THAT MEXIHELL SHIT HOLE.
NOW
TODAY

Where Da Hell Air Cav?

Feel Me?
So Far?

I'M DONE

Marine Jailed, Chained to Cot After Allegedly Getting Lost in ...

Ryan. Out.


I found the following article interesting.
I hope Ya All do as well.

May 21, 2014

China Calls for Security Pact with Russia, Iran

By Louise Watt

SHANGHAI -- China's president called Tuesday for the creation of a new Asian structure for security cooperation based on a regional group that includes Russia and Iran and excludes the United States.
President Xi Jinping spoke at a meeting in Shanghai of the Conference on Interaction and Confidence-building measures in Asia, an obscure group that has taken on significance as Beijing tries to extend its influence and limit the role of the United States, which it sees as a strategic rival.
"We need to innovate our security cooperation (and) establish new regional security cooperation architecture," said Xi, speaking to an audience that included President Vladimir Putin of Russia and leaders of Central Asian countries.
Xi made no mention of Beijing's conflict with Vietnam over the deployment of a Chinese oil rig in a disputed portion of the South China Sea.

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CICA, whose 24 member nations also include Korea, Thailand and Turkey, should become a "security dialogue and cooperation platform" and should "establish a defense consultation mechanism," Xi said. He said it should create a "security response center" for major emergencies.
The proposal marks the latest effort by Beijing to build up groups of Asian or developing governments to offset the influence of the United States and other Western governments in global affairs.
In 2001, it founded the Shanghai Cooperation Organization with Russia and four Central Asia nations to counterbalance rising American influence in the region and to combat Islamic and separatist political movements. Beijing also is a force in the BRICS group of major developing countries with Russia, India, Brazil and South Africa.
Beijing sees common cause with other CICA members such as Russia and Sri Lanka in promoting a political model that pairs autocratic government with a market-oriented economy in defiance of the Western liberal democratic model.
CICA was formed in 1992 at the initiative of Kazakhstan but has been little more than a discussion forum. Other members include U.S. allies such as Israel, Mongolia and Uzbekistan. Japan, seen by Beijing as a strategic rival, is an observer.
The group is unlikely to produce a real security alliance, said Ross Babbage, chairman of Australia's Kokoda Foundation, a security think tank.
"Alliances are not based on a piece of paper. They're the result of real trust and interaction," he said. "There may be some agreements ahead, but in reality, I don't see an alliance emerging."
However, Babbage said Putin's presence at the meeting was significant for China-Russia relations at a time when both are diplomatically isolated -- Russia over Ukraine and China over its territorial disputes and U.S. accusations of cyber spying.
Both Putin and Xi are grappling with economic and political challenges and being assertive abroad can help to build nationalist support at home, Babbage said.
"There's an interesting synergy from shared circumstances, with large parts of the world lining up against them and expressing strong concerns over their behavior," he said.
China is embroiled in conflicts with Japan over the East China Sea and with Vietnam and other Southeast Asian countries over conflicting claims to portions of the South China Sea.
Washington has complained China is being provocative. Beijing says the Obama administration's effort to shift foreign policy emphasis toward Asia and expand its military presence in the region is emboldening Japan and other neighbors and fueling tension.
Xi said Asian nations need to respond collectively to mounting problems including terrorism, transnational crime, cyber security, energy security and natural disasters.
"We should have zero tolerance for terrorism, separatism and extremism and should strengthen international cooperation and step up the fight against the 'three forces'," he said.

(AP Photo)

Yo.
Gay Faggot Hackin Government White Boyz
FUCK YOU AND ALL YOUR HOE MAMMAS
BITCH
GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY COUNTRY 
YO. 
PLAYER.
I FUCKED YOUR WIFE.
BITCH.