When you vote think about everything..

The social media showed April 22 as a deliberate attack on Jews that continued into June. I would describe it as a massive attack conducted online and offline and demand investigation now.

Los Angeles is now BANNED FROM THE UNIVERSE!

If you have butt crust fever, then I'm your man!

Less might be more.

I believe the mobs that formed April 22 were going after the Jews in order to go after all sorts of people after we are out of the way. Say I'm being outragous, but I was there day after day online with my jaw dropped. I have a person who was witness to this also.

This is how things went: Protestors began calling themselves pro palistinian and anti holocaust museum, then smoke got to them and they called themselves pro hamas, this was embarrassing so they became anti isreal, then anti israel and anti zionist, this started to look pro second holocaust so they said finally that they are now anti genocide. Finally all Jews are children of hitler, eat babies, and offer trillions of dollars to an evil israeli military cult hidden inside a lava tube.

I am not for sale, but I am better than prime rib.

The flavor of the day: Erosion.

Analysis: For the attacker, they will regret it. For the liar, they will eat it.

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!