Christ is King
Acting President of Venezuela
Christian Nationalist
Backup @Ngonna2
Anti-islam
Redneck
3 Time DJT voter
Texas
Oil & Gas
2A
Unvaccinated
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Twas the the day before Christmas
I’m out in the heat.
I’m sweating my ass off smoking some meat.
Not having traditional dinner this year
Cuz brisket goes well with whiskey and beer.
When all of a sudden there arose a kerfluffle,
So I grabbed my AR from the emergency duffle.
I swing to the right and steady my stance,
There’s a red clad fat man, shittin’ his pants.
I said “hey mother fcker, you like to got shot”.
He squinted his eyes and pissed quite a lot.
I came to myself and realized who this was,
The red sleigh, the reindeer, it’s Santa Claus!
I put down the gun and offered a drink,
Fckin’ “A” he said, with a nod and a wink.
I poured us one, and after a couple,
The color returned to his cheeks and his knuckles.
He said not gonna lie I thought I was clapped,
I said with Muslims afoot we gotta stay strapped,
He nodded agreement and said “I gotta go,
These reindeer gonna die if I don’t find some snow.”
I told him “head north, you ought to do well,
But brother down here, it’s hotter than hell”.
He turned to his sleigh and hopped in the front,
Said he had deliveries to make, except for Pelosi, that cunt.
As his reindeer took off, he turned to the rear and said “Hey, ℕgonna, thanks for the beer”.
I looked and saw where the beer used to be,
He took my last six pack, but he left the Jack D.
Then I thought to myself “Santa’s a dick,
I just fckn got robbed by jolly St. Nick!”
Oh well, I thought as I heard him exclaim “Merry Christmas, motherfcker, I’m just out of range!”
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When we say faggot, we don’t mean gay, we mean retard.
When we say retard, we don’t mean Down syndrome, we mean liberal.
They’re only words, folks.
It’s the context and the intention that matters, not some liberal committee telling us what we can and can’t say.
The language is ours, not theirs.
Was on a run this morning.
It was hot.
Ran by a construction site.
A few of the laborers asked if I wanted water.
Of course, I accepted.
They asked me about running in this heat. Joked that I should drink beer instead of water.
I ran up to the gas station and bought a 12 pack of Tecates and ran back by the job site.
Gave a few to the laborers, cracked open one, slammed it, and then another.
They all enjoyed their beers as well and genuinely appreciated it.
One of them offered me some fresh tortillas that his abuelita had made to help me fuel the rest of my run.
They were delicious. I was really touched by this gesture. I thought of my grandmother.
On the way home in the heat, I reflected about the opportunities that this country provides and how I understand why others will do anything to get here and I was simply lucky to be born here.
Walking in the door, I was smiling, thinking about my new friends.
People are people.
I immediately grabbed a protein drink from the fridge, sat on the couch, and thought about how there are great people from all walks of life.
Then, I called ICE and told them the address of the construction site.