On Jun 28, 12:14 am, gb6726 wrote:
On Jun 27, 11:44 pm, gb6726 wrote:





On Jun 27, 11:38 pm, gb6726 wrote:

On Jun 27, 11:31 pm, gb6726 wrote:

On Jun 27, 11:25 pm, gb6726 wrote:

They say Pluto's path crosses into Neptune, though Pluto is round,
orbits the Sun and
has Moons.

The problem with the logic: If Saturn's orbit would cross with
Jupiter's, first of all which
one would not be a planet then, second, how can you 'dismiss'
something we see as
a large planet?

Pluto is a planet.

Humanity is declared mad.

Argument on Google:

He doesn't want to go to jail, no wonder he gives me one star on the
net where people should't profile others they don't know, and so stars
are used to express a British parliament style agreement or
disagreement. But hey we have Google who profiles everybody and ****s
at the world. And somebody awoke to this.

A true conspiracy:www.geocities.com/gb6724

The case is the never-ending story. People forgot what it was to be a
child,
everybody seeks great posts and run for posts and everything fades
away
into a aspects of psychos rule, Democracy is defined differently in
every
country, Bush uses a model Democracy over the Arabs, pursues an Iraq
that is a model now, one better than Arabs, Americans not seeing
crimes
of the greatest violations. And for some it was clear at the first
moment
that Bush committed political suicide (in terms of humanity), as if
women
rule now, maybe a world of beauty will come out of this, men brains
are
monkey. Except me.

The American system that once had gentlemen, now tips are in the
bill. When I worked in a hotel in Europe, I wore a tuxedo, I was a
gentleman, a bell boy. I pushed buttons on elevators for other people,
for other men bringing prostitutes to the rooms, and I received 15
dollars on occasions just for pushing some buttons on the elevator.
I received real tips.

The world can only work when things are not so everything to the
laid out governance to serve big brother.

I come to save you. I come on a white horse.

The man you always wanted. Come up and sit on my horse.

The man you always waited for.

In days of slavery the situation was the same.

Human psychology had no place. Monkeys ruled the world,
the rulership was of emperors, guns and slavery.

Democracy will be your name Wednesday.

Wednesday was the day after your parents came back
from California.

Here you can listen to me until we are old, and you can
put your hand on my forehead as of your hand would
be my hand, as if your heart would be my heart, you
can look at me.

Because it is only you and me.

If it could be any other way. Destiny.