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Пишет Misha Verbitsky ([info]tiphareth)
@ 2019-03-16 09:08:00


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Entry tags:pol, smeshnoe, terror

"Remember lads, subscribe to Pewdiepie."
Ах, какое

To the kiwi town of Christchurch rode a stranger one fine day

Hardly glanced at all the Muslims, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business, no one gave him eye contact
The stranger there among them had a rifle on his back
Rifle on his back

In this town there was a big mosque with the name Masjid Al-Noor
Many Muslims came to pray there, and they hoped for many more
They were vicious third-world killers, rapists, welfare queens and worse
And our hero planned to send them all to Allah in a hearse
Allah in a hearse

It only took him sixteen minutes and he racked up forty-nine
He double tapped those Muslims, wasn't wasting any time
And his statement, his agenda, when he let those bullets fly,
Was a simple plea: "Remember lads, subscribe to Pewdiepie.
Subscribe to Pewdiepie."



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[info]tiphareth
2019-03-18 21:29 (ссылка)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxo7K3QEkzY
Pioneers

They came of bold and roving stock that would not fixed abide;
They were the sons of field and flock since e'er they learnt to ride,
We may not hope to see such men in these degenerate years
As those explorers of the bush -- the brave old pioneers.

'Twas they who rode the trackless bush in heat and storm and drought;
'Twas they who heard the master-word that called them farther out;
'Twas they who followed up the trail the mountain cattle made,
And pressed across the mighty range where now their bones are laid.

But now the times are dull and slow, the brave old days are dead
When hardy bushmen started out, and forced their way ahead
By tangled scrub and forests grim towards the unknown west,
And spied the far-off promised land from off the range's crest.

Oh! ye that sleep in lonely graves by far-off ridge and plain,
We drink to you in silence now as Christmas comes again,
To you who fought the wilderness through rough unsettled years --
The founders of our nation's life, the brave old pioneers.

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