Warning: Everywhere in Tenderloin Valley the kind of sick-sick-sick freak show that is described herein is occurring every hour. However, for some strange reason the Deviates do not want you to know that. They may complain to you about this message. Tell them to go fornicate themselves, and then turn away while they do.
Appropriate Language is very useful. I recommend it.
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07-10-2023:
Mobility Matters.
So, there I was ... minding my own business as usual. I was sitting on a dirt road that crossed over a very green canal in Humboldt County (just west of Wright County) and I was looking at the water level. I had been driving from canal to canal in my Polaris Ranger, checking water levels; which are low. We need more rain, so everyone who is Human think for rain. I was out in the counties because I wanted to go somewhere, and I had to check water levels anyway, and I needed some Bread Crumbs. I knew I could get some in Eagle Grove, but I wanted to drive somewhere; so I decided to go to the supermarket at Humboldt, which was closer.
For Bread Crumbs. They come in 10 ounce cans. I use Bread Crumbs for medicinal purposes, which I may explain to you someday. I had no other reason for going to Humboldt, except I had made six trips during June and they were all to Webster City, so I might as well go to Humboldt this time. For Bread Crumbs. And some coffee, I hadn't had my morning coffee yet.
I went to Humboldt in the Polaris Ranger even though my latest information was that UTVs like the Ranger were not allowed there. I sneaked into town in stealth mode, no orange flag. No one can see me without the orange flag. I stopped at the east side supermarket and got some coffee at the deli inside. I was in the supermarket and working on my coffee when two 300 pound bald faggots squeezed in through the doors nearby. They were so cute, and they knew it. They had shiny naked heads, fat corpses, and leering grins -- as usual. But today there was something different. Today, they were admiring each other's underwear. You can always tell when the Deviates think that it is a special day for them; they admire something stupid about each other.
These two punks set about admiring each other's underwear for about twenty minutes, all over the supermarket, making pests and spectacles of themselves. And you know the rule -- the more bald faggots are, the more hairy are their panties -- and the more bald they are under the hairy panties. I began to wonder if there was a Bald Faggot's Pissant Underwear Fair somewhere in town today.
You know the routine ...
Underwear Swapping In Public
Underwear Intense Admiration Displays
Underwear Handshakes
Underwear Taste Tests
Underwear Stretch Tests (Two In One Pair)
Underwear Painting Contests
And Last Butt Not Least -- Political Bribes (Using Underwear) In Front Of Yawning Voters, Then Take-It-Up-The-Ass Contests With Real Politicians.
And Of Course The Hotly Anticipated Finale ... Mutual Depth-O-Meter Checks Of The Depths Of Their Queer Convictions To Proudless Driving. The Bald Pansies Always Win That One. They Might Even Have Time For A Popular Favorite That Pansy Baldies Giggle About And Excel At ... 'Who's Got The Biggest Butt Cheeks? Uppers And Lowers!'
All Brought To You By The Flaming Baldies Of Humboldt County That Say -- “Happy Pansy Motoring Everybody!”
I was convinced. Those shitheads thought something was special about today. It is true, Faggot Baldies always dress by the orders of Queer Eyes, butt this was absurd. 300 pound Bald Faggots whispering and giggling and squeezing -- in public -- at the deli -- at the freezers -- at the checkout. I watched the freaks leave and sure enough one of the turds drove off in a Forrid Abomination (Pimp's Faggot White). It was a Fairy Weevil of the Construction/Destruction Religion. Now things began to make sense.
You know where this all began, I suppose? It began as secret Underwear Swap Meets at Queer-Friendly truckstops, by Deviate truckers and scabs and Lot Transvestites. Of course it quickly spread to the perverts that own or operate Forrid Abominations. After all, each Abomination comes with a free Dildo Starter Kit in the glove box. I doubt if it took more than three days and a three dollar bill for any owner or operator of a Forrid Abomination to move from free Training Dildos to mass orgies of Forrid Abomination drivers. From there, panty swaps were a simple result.
Even so, I had a pleasant time at the east side supermarket. It is a nice place, and in Humboldt the Deviates are a very small annoyance/pestilence/sickness/lunacy/insanity. I would say, having been to Humboldt many times, that 98% of the population is Human. Decently Human. The relative numbers of Forrid Abominations to Real Automobiles proves that.
I was only there for the Bread Crumbs, you know. I began to think that Divine Intervention was afoot again. It behooved me to find out what the microscopic PPPP(-) contingent at Humboldt was so happy about. I sneaked over to the County Courthouse, looking for unhappy cops chasing me. I sneaked into the parking lot, and then I remembered that I was invisible without my orange flag, so I boldly parked in front of the main door. Inside at the Recorders office I spoke with a very nice woman who informed me that the restrictions on UTVs in Humboldt had been lifted. I was surprised. There were still some roads that I could not drive on, but I would have to ask at the city hall about that. At the city hall I spoke with another very nice woman who was quite pretty. She told me that six months ago the 'State' had changed the rules and now UTVs can drive in cities where allowed; instead of not at all. She showed me that there were a few streets that I could not drive a UTV on in Humboldt -- however the rest of the city was wide open to my Polaris Ranger and Me.
No more Invisibility! I was elated.
Humboldt is part of a double city -- Humboldt and Dakota City. I went to the hall of Dakota City and that very nice woman told me that I could not drive on one street for five blocks. The rest of Dakota City was wide open. I was happier. I went to the Dollar General store for some food, then I put the orange flag on again and went to the river park. Back at the supermarket I had bought the local paper, just to see what Humboldt was doing these days. Now, at the river park, I ate my meager offerings and read a front page article that explained the Flaming Baldies and their Underwear Cruise back at the supermarket.
Apparently, the local Humans at the 'Faith Methodist Church' with units at Humboldt and Gilmore City and Livermore were trying to protect themselves and their children from the ravages and lunacies of the Proudless Prideless Pervert Pretenders (Minus the many Humans they have already killed). The Pestilence Methodist Church (to which they were affiliated) is a cesspool of Deviate Horrors and Anti-Human activities -- as awful as a national manure spreader from the Hideous Boston Horrid Zone -- and it has been that awful for decades. It promotes all forms of perversions and actively attacks Real Marriage by performing fake ceremonies of Queer and Phony Marriage-Hatred, using Hate Teams of Rats and Idiots; an old PPPP(-) trick.
The Humans in this church are trying to break off from the Pestilence Methodists and they want to have their own Human Church again. That requires a 66.6% approval of all church voters. The tally for this vote, the first of many, was 117 for Disaffiliation -- 66 for Satan -- 5 abstentions. That gives a total of 188 voters with 125.208 votes needed for Disaffiliation. They were nine votes short of freedom, this time.
This news explained the leering and drooling and squeezy behaviors of the bald 300 pound faggots back at the supermarket. I was mildly interested to learn of this, but not really surprised. Humans want freedom from Deviates. All Humans want freedom from Deviates, and when you see what Vermin and Trash drive Forrid Abominations (and what those Pieces of Shit have become) you want to be free of such crap more and more.
I went to the west side supermarket and got some fruit, I am supposed to increase my fruit intake, and then I went home to write this message. I have some questions about all of this ...
A. Why not create your own Human Methodist Church and tell the Pestilence Methodists to go fornicate themselves????
They would. In public. Gladly.
B. What came first, the Shitheads or the Forrids? Did the Shitheads follow TV orders and go to the Forrids for defilement? Or did the Forrids go to the Shitheads with 'As Seen On TV' advertisements and false promises and bait-and-switch tactics and fool the Shitheads?
It is all part of the Deviate's campaign of Forced Identity Loss to deviate-controlled artifacts, fake media personalities, fake social causes etc.
Butt, what are the flow patterns?
C. What is next? Will the Pansy Baldies try to sell their cute underwear at the supermarkets? Will they hold Underwear Raffles there? Will they offer free rides in their Forrid Abominations to the nearest DemoCloset, for the winner?
D. Will Queer Underwear Swaps in public become common place in DemoCities, especially if they fantasize about Queer Truckers?
E. Does the PPPP(-) intend for Humboldt to become the Pansy Underwear Emporium of the World -- or are they just a pack of shit-talking Forrid Faggots?
F. Children cannot defend themselves. If a child is enticed into a Forrid Abomination by an underwear-swapping bald faggot (all White Niggers) it may never been seen again. How can such Pestilence-Approved Atrocities be prevented?
G. When will People learn to leave those horrible Forrid Abominations at the Sewer Lots, and buy real automobiles instead? Deviate Lies are just Imitation Reality.
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Apparently there are still sixty-six TV Watchers at the Faith Methodist Church. The Humans there must keep trying to be free, and wear masks at all times to avoid Pestilence Methodist Diseases such as TV AIDS and TV MonkeyPox etc.
In this case, I do not mind being Absolutely Right. By now my batting average must be incredibly high. Hairless child molesters in Forrid Abominations are certainly NOT a new sickness wherever DemoQueers exist. Anywhere DemoQueers exist. Anytime DemoQueers exist. I was wrong about Mitt Romney many years ago, but I have not been wrong since.
Let's see here -- I am absolutely right so what else can I say?
Answer: Ugly Shit-Eyed Bald Turds On Two Legs Only Deserve Concrete Underwear.
its better than mickey mouse panties
its better than golden pimple pantyhose
My guess is, the two bald perverts at the supermarket were wearing over-sized pink panties for Neuters; with rear windows, built-in CB radios, and self-counting scoreboards.
I am trying to remember. Did I hear little bells ringing from the cutesy pansy underwear of those 300 pound Baldies? Just ask one. What would Pestilence Methodist Underwear for 300 pound Baldies look like? False Colors of course.
Don't show me. I don't watch TV.
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The best response I can think of, to counter this newest lunacy from the Deviate Baldies, is to call for a National Emergency Underwear Check of all things that own or operate Forrid Abominations. In particular, all ugly deviate buttocks must be checked for brands. Burnt Brands. Acid Brands. Stitched Brands. Stamped Brands.
The Lower Set Of Buttocks.
This will reveal to us Humans which Deviate Companies own and operate which Bald Pansies that drive Forrid Abominations. This information will be very helpful for any banishment or boycott of any Deviate Companies. It will greatly increase the accuracy of our Human Defenses.
After this, a monthly underwear check of all perverts that own or operate Forrid Abominations is highly recommended. Look for False Colors, False Holes, False Sizes, False Faces, False Brands, and Rats.
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I would like to end this message with a reassurance to all of the People of Humboldt that I truly enjoy being with them whenever possible, and I understand that every community has some kind of Fungus-Among-Us that makes everyone look like shit.
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Markel Peters
https://voices-of-iowa.blogspot.com/
