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I'M SURPRISED YOU DON'T CALL YOURSELF HONEST JOE

I'M SURPRISED YOU DON'T CALL YOURSELF HONEST JOE

Is anything you say of your own?

You even stole a few of President Trump speeches...

If crimes you commit would be noticed you'd probably put yourself on trial and in prison...

No one cares if you don't follow the laws...

They want you to run this God forsaken Country...

You're just like many of the rest...

Fool and deceive...

Much similar to traits of Satan and those he loves...

I guess it doesn't matter what you say but, how you say it...

Honest Joe are you out there?

sparrowsong

 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

How do you spell plagiarism ?Joe,hahah!  you just can't see the strings, the technology of the deep state is amazing! lol! .................................Jim

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sparrowsong

Hello Jim...

We don't see the strings my friend....

Maybe, they need to change his batteries more often...

I hope Joe doesn't start to be honest and think for himself because, I would think the World was definitely coming to an end...

I know he wants to do it so he can take the credit...

You're almost there Joe!

Thank you for your kind comment and support!

sparrowsong

 

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Yiyan Han

Nah he's hiding in darkness, in the deep state.

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