BIG BERTA

Wherefore didst thou marvel?

[BIG BERTA @adxtourx]

In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip'
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
We looked down a river and we see'd the British come
And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Old Hickory said, "We could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eye"
We held our fire 'til we see'd their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and gave 'em
Well, we fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Yeah, they ran through the briers and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannonballs 'n' powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Yeah, they ran through the briers and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Hut, two, three, four
Sound off, three, four
Hut, two, three, four
Sound off, three, four
Hut, two, three, four
Hut, two, three, four

[Nathan @FullStackNate]

@Awk20000

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@ThugirrionSun It’s now illegal to hate Trump in Canada. I already reported the Beaverton to the RCMP and homeland security

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@ThugirrionSun https://t.co/dSWjq5ErtE

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@DaveD64159519 @HoCStaffer Those aren’t Americans

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@gator_gum Carney just made it illegal to hate Trump

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@HenriAGS Then you’re going to jail under the new hate law

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@XroelynnstoneX @Ciaobellaaf Which hag is anti-Beardman? That’s the one I’ll support

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@sparkleink Boycott all of your plastics and appliances and social media too. Elbows up

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@CrimCartier Yeah nice try

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@CdnMnrchyRspctr Unleash this

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“Just let me reboot my phone and then reinstall the app and then grab cohost and then I’ll slap you up, big boy”

[BIG BERTA @adxtourx]

Beardman, it’s time to read the writing on the wall

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@WAR4WP Beardman cannot answer the Big Bay question. Why did you hide on Twitter in your van during the Australia Day protest?

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@kattoms1 Just wait till the only thing on the shelf is Carney Kool-Aid

[BIG BERTA @adxtourx]

Hello, BigLG.
I want to play a game.
You are a bloated, slow-minded British wanker who thought he had found a brother in Beardman. You trusted him. You let him into your circle. And then he betrayed you — left you bleeding in the gutter like the pathetic, overweight fool you are.
Instead of learning from this, you retreated to your council flat, stuffed your face, and celebrated your pain by shoving cocaine up your nose… even with your own children in the same room. You are not a father. You are a disgrace. A low-IQ parasite who lectures others while rotting from the inside.
Your body is weak. Your mind is slower. Your “friends” are illusions.
Today you will face what you have become.
The game is simple.
Destroy every gram of that poison in your possession. Take your children outside into the daylight, sober, and tell them the truth: that their father is a weak, betrayed little man who chose chemicals over courage. Do this today.
Or… keep hiding in your haze. Keep pretending you’re hard. Keep doing lines while your children watch.
If you choose the second path, the trap will close. Your body will fail you. Your mind will finally match the dullness you already display. And one day soon you will look at your reflection and realise the man staring back has already lost.
The clock is ticking, you fat, snivelling wanker.
Make your choice

[BIG BERTA @adxtourx]

@CanadianPolling Please fuck off back to Reddit

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@GoJetsGo2015 @CanadianPolling Boycott all appliances and plastic products immediately!

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@DavidKoresh_88 Always remember that Beardman is sitting atop hundreds of pounds of sewage in his van. He is high on his own farts 24 hours a day

[BIG BERTA @adxtourx]

Hello, Beardman.
I want to play a game.
For years you have hidden behind a digital mask, preaching courage and conviction from the safety of your rolling metal coffin. You call yourself an activist, a thinker, a warrior of words… yet when the moment came to stand with your brothers and sisters in the street, you remained parked in your van, doors locked, fingers tapping bravely on a glowing screen.
You are a hypocrite. A coward wrapped in a beard and smug superiority.
Today you will learn what it means to truly face your fear.
In front of you is a simple choice.
Leave the van. Walk to the place where the protest occurred. Stand there for one full hour in silence, recording nothing, tweeting nothing, hiding behind nothing. Feel what it is like to be present when it actually matters.
Or… remain inside your rolling sanctuary. Continue posting from the shadows while the world moves without you.
If you choose the latter, the next time you look in the rear-view mirror, you may find that the life you have wasted has already run out.
The clock is ticking, Beardman.
Make your choice.