jan kantos

[il Presidente ™ 🧱🇮🇹🇵🇸🏳 @ilpresidenteh]

Meno male quelli sbarcati a Ceuta: senza di loro l’INPS sarebbe già fallito.
Noi paghiamo contributi 40 anni, loro sbarcano e magicamente riempiono le casse.
Grazie eroi, i pensionati vi devono tutto.

[nonexpedit 🇻🇦 @nonexpedit]

Ma non ho capito, giravi con l'autocertificazione per andare a fare la spesa, mo sei indignato perché forse ti chiedono la carta d'identità quando torni da Ibiza.

[Matteo Brandi @MattBrandiReal]

I trattati UE non vanno sospesi, vanno stracciati.

[jan kantos @JanKantos]

@fabcet

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@LaPrimaManina Ma va a cacare

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@nomfup

[jan kantos @JanKantos]

@andreavianel Quasi quanto te

[jan kantos @JanKantos]

@fenice_risorta @GiorgiaMeloni Rimpatriati stocazzo se ne sono tornati a missione compiuta

[jan kantos @JanKantos]

@CarloCalenda Infatti Schengen non va sospeso, va proprio cassato

[jan kantos @JanKantos]

@DavideGiac

[jan kantos @JanKantos]

@matteorenzi I fondi SAFE potete ficcarveli su per il culo

[jan kantos @JanKantos]

@GustavoMichele6 Perché non le trai tu e parti per il fronte invece di fare i pompini a cani

[jan kantos @JanKantos]

@Scacciavillani Ma va a farti una sega

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@ImolaOggi 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[jan kantos @JanKantos]

@CarloCalenda

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@luca_caputa Ma va a cagare

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@quindicizero Doveva chiuderla prima

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@Nikitalastrega Ma va a cagare tu e Conte

[jan kantos @JanKantos]

@CarloVerdelli Ma va a fare i pompini ai cani che è meglio

[Gabriel Hudelson @GabrielHudelson]

BRITAIN’S ABUSIVE HUSBAND

Once upon a time, there was a man named Steer Karmer. Please don’t confuse this man with Keir Starmer, the current overlord of United Kingdom, who is definitely not the person that I am writing about. After all, the names are obviously not the same. One name refers to a castrated farm animal, and the other name refers to a castrated politician.

Anyhoo, our hero, Steer, is a family man. He has a beautiful wife, and a house full of sons and daughters. Of course, as the man of the house, he is in charge of things, and he lays down the law for his family.

Over the years, Steer has developed quite a habit of hospitality. He removed all of the locks from his doors, and he regularly goes out into the streets to invite in wanderers and vagrants. Over the past few years, the family has grown accustomed to sharing their home with all sorts of people.

Being a peace-loving wife and children, they defaulted to trusting the man of the house, and tried not to make much fuss, even though the piles of dishes in the kitchen sink, the food left out to spoil on the table, the drugs left laying around in the open, and the fighting and screaming and smashing of glass in the middle of the night were a little bit annoying.

But it wasn’t long before the Karmer family was being subjected to abuse. Steer’s wife and daughters found themselves subjected to constant acts of sexual harassment and assault. His sons were regularly beaten, and one of them was murdered. Family valuables regularly went missing.

The family cried out to Steer, asking him to please do something about the situation. They cried out for years. But whenever they would ask for help, he would slap them in the face and tell them to stop being racist.

Over the last few months, his children have acquired smartphones, and while video chatting with their friends, their friends noticed things going on in the background. “Why is that guy pounding on Tommy’s face?”

Slowly, the Karmer family began to realize that what they were experiencing was actually not the normal experience of the average family. “Wait, I think other families lock their doors. I think other dads actually aren’t OK with strangers beating their children.”

Dear old Mr. Steer was horrified. His wife and children were becoming restless and discontent. They even started burning the toast that he had purchased especially for their guests.

He shamed and chided them. He spanked them. He locked them in their rooms. He manhandled them and shouted them down.

But despite all of his best efforts, they still refused to enjoy being raped and murdered by strangers.

Obviously, they were more racist than he thought.

Yet, he had another solution in mind. Out of deep and abiding concern for the mental health of his children, he took away all of their smartphones. No more video calls. No more friends commenting on the goings-on in the Karmer household.

He was sure that this would solve the problem. Now his family would learn to be content, and they would stop all of the racist complaining and whining.

He threw open the doors of his house, posted a sign out front declaring that they were not a racist family, and sat down to dinner that night with his wife and children (and 18 strangers) with a full heart.

He beamed a great smile out over the dinner table, as Mohammed Habib Abdullah smashed George’s face into his bowl of mashed potatoes, and said “Family, I am proud to say that the troubles which have led to our unrest are finally over.”

His 18-year-old son Henry looked at him, smiled wryly, and said “I don’t think they are, mate.”