There is a sick system in this country. It is wrought with corruption, because it is being run by evil people who serve their own best interest, rather then the interest of the people they are supposed to be serving. It is a dreadnought machine that has devolved from being the freest country in the world…a place that people around the world still dream of coming to based on our past reputation…our past reality. To being a country that is now only ranked as the 21st freest country in the world. Our country was founded on freedoms that were unprecedented in the world at the time of its inception. Those concepts, set fourth by our forefathers, made the USA, a young country, the greatest country on earth within a short period in history. This happened because the philosophies of true freedom, inspire people to greater heights then are even possible in places where freedom doesn’t exist. Under freedom innovation flowers, and people Excell because opportunity is there for everyone. So it is not only the privileged and ingrained that are determining the direction of the country. It is the best man, woman, or even child, for the job. In a free system, which we once were, the best minds, the best ideas, the best of everything rises to the top. And there is a pride in being part of it, and part of true freedom, because not only are you serving yourself, but you are serving a country that is easy to be proud of, and in the end the entire population of the world by providing them with innovations that can make their country a better place. And more importantly, inspire them to create more freedoms in their own countries, because they can see how happy and prosperous it has made ours. We were the greatest country on earth without a doubt, but we have fallen. So make America great again? Fuck yes please.
NOW I WILL TELL YOU THE SECRET CLUE THAT SHOWS YOU WHY TRUMP IS THE RIGHT CANDIDATE TO VOTE FOR AGAIN IN 2020
If you are an intelligent being with an investigative mind, just think about the reality of what is happening right now. please just Contemplate, ponder, and research to find the truth for yourself, using the clues that I am about to give you.
The media, every medium and every outlet, is owned by the powers that be right now. What is conveyed to us, is exactly what they want us to know, and generally what we believe, is exactly what they are trying to make us believe. If you are not on board with their agenda, then you will not be part of their message being pumped into the minds of the world 24 hours per day. If you stand in stark contrast to their agendas, and you gain any kind of purchase with a message that goes against their agenda, they will use the power of the media, to assassinate your character using any means possible. Truth is inconsequential to them. They don’t want you to know the truth, they want you to conform to their agenda, which is invariably bad for you. It’s bad for you, because it is an agenda based on greed, not a truth or concept that advances the ideals of freedom for all.
The fact that the media is trying so hard to assassinate trump, is Proof that he is not part of their dreadnought machine. Just by being president, he is effectivly outing everyone who is part of the machine. They are showing their ugly colors, in a desparate attempt to squash him at all cost, because he is not part of their gang. He’s muscling in on their territory…you. They are the ones joining the movement to crucify him. Hillary is clearly evil. So people who support hillary and are trying to shoot down trump at all costs, are the people who are the puppets of the ultra rich. The more the media tries to convince us that trump is a maniac, the more I feel I should support for him just because they fear him so much. They fear him so much, because he is not part of their enslavement machine. Obama, hillary all the evil people don’t want him in there, because he is not with them.
The fact that the evil people of the world are on the war path about trump, confirms that we are on the right trail by supporting him. By their actions, they are telling us that he is not part of them. He is an inside outsider. That is to say he is a wealthy individual, but he is not goose stepping in with their agenda to soak the rest of us and usurp our natural rights and the freedoms provided for us by the constitution of the United States of America.
RESEARCH CLUES:
1. Do not accept the clips shown to you by the malicious media. They frequently take things their enemies say out of context, and edit it to make them look like they are saying something they never did. Find the original source, and watch/listen to the whole thing.
2. Look back at Trumps media history and honestly ask yourself, did you perceive him as a racist before they started telling you he was a racist? Because calling someone a racist is an easy way to make us hate him. I challenge you to watch all of his speeches yourself and watch everything you can of his media history. Was he ever considered racist before, or is it just since he gained enough purchase with the American people. After watching all of his speeches, and logically analyzing what he said, do you still think he is a racist? Or do you think perhaps your view was manipulated by media bias?
3. Trump has had some moments when he has gotten bent out of shape. Watch the full video of those moments. Was he provoked? Was he retaliating against attempted railroading? Have you ever had to try and defend yourself in your own life against rediculous accusations? Do you always react perfectly in you most ideal way? I have seen videos of every politician running saying something questionable. Politics is a very high stress game, especially if you are not conforming to the machine. Watch videos of the other candidates. Have they done the same?
4. Take my Who said what? Test. It is a test designed to demonstrate that what you believe is not necessarily true, it’s only what we’ve been fed. I take out all identifying factors, and then Put name calling quotes out their from both sides, and see if people can see which ones come from the left, and which are from the right.
5. Try telling an avid hillary supporter, who is close to you, that you are voting for trump and gage their reaction. Do they fly off the handle? Do they start spouting media memes? Do they threaten to disown you? These are signs of the maniacal ravings of a blind follower. A demographic of people extremely susceptible to NLP, a subtle form of mental manipulation designed to push people into the realm of irrational extremism. It puts them in an agitated fervor of focused belief. These are the same methods cults use to obtain and ensnare followers, and create minions who will defend those misguided ideals beyond all rational conclusion to the point of disregarding their own self interest and even at their own peril. Is this happening to people you love or are close to?
6. Is hillary really being truthful with the American republic? Google hillary law suits, hillary purgary, hillary fracking, hillary Benghazi, wiki leaks October surprise, hillary warmonger, hillary wallstreet connection, Hillary secretary of state failures,
Trump has done a lot for the people during his time in office. He has brought our economy back from the brink of implosion. While Obama was trying to find and imprison people for not being able to afford his overpriced “affordable health care”, trump repealed the part of the law that would have cost millions of us money, and sent no small amount of us to jail. I for one would like to see what he does next.
Will he boost the economy even further?
Will he take down the deep state?
Will he send crooked Hillary to prison where she belongs?
One thing is for certain. He will continue to be the monkeywrench in their doomsday machine.
Stay tuned in!
VOTE TRUMP IN 2020!
The exploited’s “Sex and Violence” blared through the speakers of the stereo system of the white trash apartment. It was poorly lit and filled with garbage and increments of bad living. It belonged to a raven haired slut with too much make-up and a tramp stamp he had met at a sleazy club last night. She was throwing back shots like she was on Spring Break and bragging about her kegels. After a night of uninhibited blackout sex, her head was stuck in her toilet vomiting from the exorbitant amount of liquor she had consumed, while he fucked her from behind. Each wretch brought a vaginal contraction that squeezed his dick like a boa constrictor without a gag reflex. The only thing that would have made it better is if she could make it vibrate. Jack knew he wasn’t gonna last much longer with his sausage in this pressure cooker. He put his cigar in his mouth and grabbed the toilet seat and slammed it down on her head several times. She screamed out.
“you dirty fucking bastard”.
He shoved her head deeper into the toilet in response. She gurgle in the toilet water. It wasn’t exactly clean. He took a large swig out of the bottle of jack in his right hand, and then took a puff off of the big ass cigar in his left to distract his mind a little and prolong the feeling of euphoria. Between heaves she swore a stream of profanity that would have made a sailor blush. He momentarily wondered if he should stop banging her and slowed down, but she started screaming at him.
“you’d better not stop fucking me! If you don’t make me cum before I stop puking, I’m gonna fuck you up!”.
He started thrusting violently, doing his best to literally damage her pussy. She threw up massively and then groaned like a cat and heat that morphed into a scream of pleasure. Jack couldn’t hold out any more and filled her with a deluge of baby batter. His mammoth dong dropped out of her sluiced hole like she was a farm animal giving birth. She sat there twitching for a good minute and then went back to vomiting. He took another slug of jack and set it amongst the jungle of hair product, makeup, and scrunchies on the already cluttered sink. He stood over her, his dick now going flaccid. He reached down and grabbed her by a patch of her hair devoid of chunks and lifted her head up and to the side. He threw his cigar into the bowl of multi-colored pool of gravy chunks and then started peeing into it as the cigar hissed in its rage against the water. Most of it made it into the toilet, a little hit her in the face. She didn’t seem to notice or care. Her puking was finally slowing down though. Once he was done relieving himself he let her head go back into to the toilet. He put the seat down on her head and reached over and flushed the toilet. His mother didn’t raise no I’ll mannered gentlemen. Her lethargic retarded voice echoed in the bowl.
“what’s going on”.
Jack grabbed the bottle of jack and walked into the living room. He lit a joint and took a few hits. The tv was on a news channel. Apparently another terrorist attack had happened. Isis was claiming responsibility again.
“dirty little motherfuckers! If I had a lick of dough in my pocket, I’d fly right the fuck over there and murder the fuck out of every last one of those extremist pig fuckers. Uncle Shitty is dropping the motherfucking ball on this shit”.
Then out of the corner of his ear he caught a peep of what the newscaster was saying
“…but on a positive note, if you happen to want to vacation in a war zone, the airlines are offering round trip tickets for only fifty dollars”.
Those words stuck in his craw. well he was pretty sure it was his craw. Although now that he thought about it, he really wasn’t sure exactly what a craw was. It sounded like maybe it was a rotting phantom vagina. Nevertheless, his mind started buzzing. He paced back and forth for a minute wading through the filth of whats-her-fucks apartment and spoke to himself out loud.
“ that was like a sign from the goddamn universe if ever there was one. I literally asked for money to go and take out the terrorists, and the universe immediately responded with a solution. A golden ticket. A fifty dollar round trip ticket to the Durka Durka circus. Maybe everything that’s happened to me in the last few months was leading up to this moment…this revelation. If anyone can wipe his butt with Isis, it’s me…”
He paused as his adrenaline ramped up at the thought of what he was thinking of doing. The toilet voice issued from the other room.
“where the fuck am i”.
He ignored it and sat down and took another drink. He thought short and hard about what he was contemplating. It could be a one way trip to hell. But he felt he had spent his entire life becoming who he was for a reason, and maybe the reason was this. An assault on the evil here on earth. He was not one for long bouts of indecisiveness.
“fuck it. I’ve got nothing left to live for anymore anyways. May as well die doing something worthwhile. Who wants to grow old anyways. That’s gross. Sit around babbling and drooling for the last twenty years, crapping your pants to the beat of music that’s no longer relevant. Fuck that.”.
He spied his Obama phone sitting on the coffee table between a used and dried up petrified condom and a half filled super mega gulp of mountain dew that had turned into a nasty green syrup over time and saturated the bottom half of the cup. This chick was a pig. He picked it up and speed dialed his friend.
“Bob, have you got fifty dollars I can borrow to stop the fuck out of terrorism?”.
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Jack could hear the unmistakable sound of money being counted. Bob came back on the line.
“yep”.
Jack was confused.
“What did you have to do before answering?”
There was no hesitation this time.
“count my money”.
At this point whats-her-fuck wandered out of the bathroom with a big shit eating grin on her face.
“Holy fucking shit! That was fantastic. I came like an obedient dog. You really know how to mistreat a lady”.
He turned and looked at her. She was standing there naked with remnants of vomit still clinging to her thick dark tresses. her swollen bald vulva glistening in the dim light. He got up. Walked over to her. They were face to face. They stared at each other for a good minute. Then he reached down and grabbed her right by the pussy.
The plan:
Jack spent the next three days cooped up in her apartment researching Isis on the internet and binge watching news. He also did his best to ruin toilet girls lady parts, and tied on one last bender, due to the fact that it may be his last chance to feel good for awhile. He found, according to military intelligence, that if the top 14 terrorist of the isis organization could be taken out, the entire shit pile of assholes for Allah would crumble. He planned on doing a lot more than that, but now he had a core goal. He gathered every shred of information he could find on the Shitty 14. In the process of creating his hit dossier, he found out something that brought him great pleasure. There were dead or alive bounties out on all of them that equalled somewhere upwards of three hundred million. If he lived, which was doubtful, this could put him back on top of the world. If the rotten bastards would be true to their words and pay out. Governments in general were not known for keeping their word.
His first target would be Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi aka Baghdadi baghdadi, code name: El Baglady. He was one of the Islamic states number one terrorists responsible for the deaths of over ten thousand innocent people, overseer of all terrorist operations, and responsible for the kidnapping and raping of countless japanese, English and American women
What kind of sick motherfuckers follow a rapist?
He also is said to have sex with literal pigs and then eat his own seed out of them in front of his soldiers to intimidate them. Although it is rumored that it clearly excites him and he very much enjoys it…some would say a little too frequently. he is currently based in Raqqa Siria. Bounty, twenty-five million.
Raqqa it is then.
“fuck you EL Baglady, I’m coming ta getcha!
Departure:
Bob was not by any means made of money, he lived in a government subsidized apartment, ate mostly mac n’ cheese from the box, and drove a 1988 Chevy rape van. But unlike Jack he had mustered out honorably, so he did have a monthly check and he was a patriot. He not only agreed to give Jack the fifty dollars, he offered to drive him to the airport.
When Bob pulled up in front of the apartment complex jack was standing out front with everything he owned, a medium sized bug out bag, a leather motorcycle jacket, a black Flag tee shirt, a pair of military bdu’s, a pair of standard issue wool socks, and combat boots. Bob was a blob. Since leaving the military, over time he had devolved into an amorphous sack of fat that was mostly only mobile due to the miracle of the mobility scooter. Jack on the other hand had stayed in shape. In fact Bob marveled at his shape. He was basically a six foot two walking knotted muscle with boots on. In all fairness Bob was twenty years Jacks senior, and had retired from the military in Jacks second year of service. They smiled at each other through the dirty windshield for a second. Bob rolled down his window.
“you whippersnapper son of a bitch! I’d get out to greet you properly, but it would take me too long to get back into the damn van. How in the hell are you McCracken?”.
Jack stepped over to the driver side window.
“I’ve seen better days, but you know me, nothin’ keeps a bad man down. Anyways, I guess I’m in the “really don’t give a fuck in a monkeys ass” stage of life right now. You turned into a great pile of pudding”.
“yeah, I eat my feelings about the way this country has gone down the shitter. I figure if we’re circling the drain, I may as well try and clog it with my fat patriotic American ass. Get in”
Jack threw his bags in the back and got in next to Bob. Bob reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of money and a Dunkin’ Donuts card.
“before I forget”.
Jack took it.
“ thanks brother. What is this?”
He was referring to the card.
“it’s a dunkin’ Donuts gift card I happened to have. It has thirty dollars on it. I figured you might want something to eat before you go”.
Jack was appreciative.
“thanks man! You know I love me some good deep fried chicken fat and sugar. Can we stop on the way?”.
Bob stomped on the gas. The van took off slowly after backfiring and releasing a mushroom cloud of black smoke.
“only if you’ll buy me breakfast”.
Since they had left early, there was only a modicum of traffic. They talked as the drove through the advanced obstacle course that is the streets of Los Angeles. Bob spoke first.
“this plan of yours sounds absolutely fucking insane, so I love it, but are you absolutely certain that you wanna do this? Chances are you won’t come back. Plus it’s hot as shit over there”.
He was afraid Bob might try and talk him out of it. Jack sighed a little before speaking.
“yeah. You know the United States government has me classified as a psychotic impulsive. Hesitation is not my strong point. In all honesty though, I’ve pretty much lost everything. I lost my job, my house, my wife, my kids, my car. Pretty much after a few things failed, it caused a domino effect on my life, and now I’m more or less out on the streets. It’s a long story. You know how this cunty country treats us veterans. The long and the short of it is though, that shit happened, I’m not the type to commit suicide, and I’d rather do something good in this world, or die fighting”.
Bob was almost envious of jack. He now fantasized about going out in a blaze of glory, and wished he’d done so before he had gotten to out of shape. Just sitting around waiting to die while you watched the world fall apart around you tended to suck. On another level it was totally entertaining though.
“yeah. Honestly I wish I could join ya, but even though I’m round, I’m afraid I don’t roll very well”.
Jack chuckled.
“well, we could outfit your mobility scooter with a jet engine and an M60”.
Bob had a laughing smile.
“yeah. then we could fly right into Mosel and shoot the shit”.
A young man in a prius texting on his iPhone started turning his pretentious electric shit box right into them. Bob slammed on the brakes and swerved while leaning on the horn. All he got in response was the kids arm stuck out the window with an uncaring wave of the middle finger. Unfortunately for him, they immediately came to a red light. Jack got out and walked up to the kids window, it was now rolled up. The kid was busily texting away and didn’t even notice him standing there. He took out his knife, and using the window breaking feature, broke the window. He hit it hard and it shattered completely. The moron piece of crap life jeopardizing idiot would have jumped out of his seat if he wasn’t strapped down by his overbearing seat belt. Jack took his element of surprise as an opportunity to rip the cell phone out of his hands and punch him in the face. He pocketed the cell phone. The kid decided to play dead and pretended to faint. He slumped forward, forehead onto the steering wheel. Jack walked around to the front of the car and gave a hard side kick to the bumper. The cars airbag deployed blasting the kids head back and knocking him out cold. He then reached through the broken window and turned the hazards on. He walked back to the van and got in. The light turned green and Bob drove around him.
A few minutes later they pulled into the Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot. It was filled with cop cars. Not in the “something’s going on kind of way” but in the “we’re gonna eat a lot of damn donuts” kind of way. They decided to go through the drive through to avoid any potential copfrontations. A 12 pack of donuts and two coffees only cost around ten dollars, so he took the rest in donut holes for the plane ride. They drove over to a spot behind a building across the way, so they could enjoy their breakfast in peace. The donuts were good, the coffee was good, and the company was great. They enjoyed their meal in silence for a minute as the low hanging sun rose into the LA sky. The cool ocean air felt good. Bob took a bite of a jelly donut and spoke with his mouth full.
“so what exactly is your plan? Do you actually have one?”.
Jack swallowed his mouth load of white frosted curler before answering.
“well. I’m gonna fly over there. Get off the plane. Then go and kill El Baglady and all of his evil little villain henchmen”.
Bob stopped chewing to look at him, because he had stopped talking and he was expecting more…there was no more.
“hmm…that sounds suspiciously, not like a plan”.
Jack shrugged his shoulders.
“you know my style, I like to wing things”.
Bob took another bite of his donut and fast tracked it with a coffee chaser while he took this in.
“what are you gonna do? Go door to door asking for information until you find someone who knows something?”
Jack got a good laugh out of this.
“of course not. I have some information on his whereabouts. In fact I created a whole file on him. You know me, things always work out one way or another”.
Bob huffed.
“yeah, it’s the “or another” that I’m worried about. Are you gonna have access to any weapons over there?”.
Jack had moved onto his favorite donut, the bear claw. He thought “No”, and then said
“yeah…I’ve got things…lined up”
Jacks hesitation did not go unnoticed by bob who had now moved onto a devils food donut.
“like what”.
Jack couldn’t lie to bob…even to make him feel better.
“well. My body is registered as a lethal weapon”
Bob was sighing before he even finished his sentence.
“are you shitting me right now McCracken! That old chestnut. How are you gonna fight a war without weapons? You’re not even bringing a “knife” to a gunfight”.
Jack was not detoured or perturbed.
“trust me man, I will get the job done. I’ll just take out some lower level inexperienced extra first and grab his weapon, and go on from there”.
Bob shook his head.
“ you are one crazy motherfucker man. Just do your best to come back. I’ve got very few friends left in this world”.
Jack put his hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“ no worries brother. I’m not looking at this as a suicide mission. The last thing I wanna do is die, and I’m pretty god damned mother fucking good at not dying. Besides, I wanna collect that reward money so we can live like kings and shit on the south American coast bro. Me and you and some pussy too”.
That was good enough for Bob. He had seen this man swim through ten tons of rotten shit and come out grinnin’. He was picking away at an apple fritter now.
“ok, but I have a buddy out there, Sergeant Hawk, and I’m gonna hook you up with him. He’s trained almost as well as you, and in the case of an emergency he could come in handy. Let me see that cell phone you commandeered”.
Jack handed him the cell. He shoved the last bit of bear claw into his mouth and reached for a Boston creme. Bob tried to access the home screen.
“just what I was afraid of. Locked. We need to stop and see a friend of mine on the way. He can unlock it, give it a factory reset, activate it on a Siria service and install all kinds of good apps on it for you…including tracking software so we can find you if you become a dumbass in distress”.
Jack smiled at him.
“Aahhh bob…you care”.
Bob punched him in the arm.
“don’t be a dick McCracken”.
He took his last bite of his donut. Jack finished up as well. Bob pulled out and punched it. The van backfired and released it’s standard cloud of smoke, then slowly ambled along. Jack couldn’t help but make a snide comment.
“are we even gonna make it to the airport?”.
Bob was not outwardly amused.
“ha ha. Very funny McCracken. Never look a gift steed in the mouth”.
Jack continued.
“well, if it doesn’t make it there, I guess you could repurpose it to communicate with indians”.
Bob responded with a quip of his own.
“ keep it up and you’ll be able to test those boots for endurance”.
After stopping in at his friends shop and giving Jacks newfound phone a makeover, they headed onto the airport. He shook bobs hand. He could tell he hated to see him go. He spoke with trepidation.
“I will have Mike meet you at the airport”.
Jack was grabbing his bag. He looked up at bob.
“who?”
“Sargent Hawk. He can expedite things for you if they single you out. He’s been operating in the region for some time”.
Jack grabbed his massive bag of sixty donut holes. He probably should have just left some of the money on the card for Bob to use. Who needs sixty god damned donut holes? He responded to bob.
“I really don’t think it’s necessary Bob. Anyway, you know I prefer to work alone”.
Bob simply said.
“don’t be a stubborn ass. I’m not asking him to go into the shit with you, just to make sure your arrival goes smoothly, help you get settled in”.
Jack flung his pack over his shoulder.
“alright brother, I appreciate it. You take care, and I will be in touch. Definitely gonna do that South America thing when I’m done with these terrorists”.
Bob was afraid it might be the last time he saw his friend. He didn’t sound as confident.
“yeah. Looking forward to it McCracken”.
They saluted each other. Jack walked off.
When he pulled out the money Bob had given him, he realized it was twice what he had asked for. Bob was a good friend. He went to the ticket counter and bought his Round trip ticket. He offered the girl a donut hole. She politely declined. She was probably one of those women eternally on the newest trendy diet. Spends all day nibbling veggies and running on a hamster wheel. Sad. Next he went down stairs and Checked his bag, because it had knives in it. He offered the guy behind the counter a donut hole. He took three and thanked him for breakfast. After that he went through security. He did not offer them a donut hole. Fuck security. Once in the terminal he took a seat. Across from him was a mother with three kids, two girls and a boy. They were climbing all over her like coked up monkeys on a jungle gym. The girl was pulling her hair. She clearly had no control of them. One of the little rapscallions broke away from torturing it’s mother long enough to waddle over and ask me for a donut hole. I feigned like I was going to give her one. Instead I pulled it away as she tried to grab it, shoved it into my mouth, and with bits and pieces flying out in her direction said.
“no fucking way”.
She ran crying back to her mother, who hadn’t seen what happened, but she still managed to scowl at me. I shrugged my shoulders at her and made a mocking face.
The plane was mostly empty, the trip was uneventful and the landing was a little rough. He had made it safely to Siria though. Miracles do happen.
Arrival:
The airport in Siria was overrun with military and beggars. Everyone either had their hand out, or wanted to put their hands on you. This did not look good. It was like a convention for shoulder chips. Just as he thought this, two soldiers singled him out and waved him over to a security table. Being white in a country full of brown people was not the thing to be. In this country, he was looked on as suspicious. Not only was he overcast Irish white, he was also a tall beefy muscle cluster. He stepped up to the table. The soldier behind it was expressionless and curt.
“what’s in the bag?”.
Jack didn’t have his backpack, so the guy had to be looking at the DD bag.
“donut holes, you want one?”
the guy looked at him trying to read him.
Put it on the table and open it.
Jack complied. The guy stood up and bent over to see what was in the bag.
“what are those”.
Jack repeated himself.
“they are donut holes…from Dunkin’ Donuts”.
The guy took a sniff.
“ hmm. They look like donut balls”.
“well, in actuality I guess they are donut balls, but in America we call them donut holes. You really should try one”
The guys head jerked up when he said that.
“why do you keep trying to get me to eat one? Are these poisoned? “
Jack didn’t like this guy’s tone.
“well they are not by any means healthy, but I wouldn’t exactly call them poisoned. It’s just crap food from a crap donut shop in America”.
“you try and feed me crap? You eat one!”.
Jack picked one off of the top and ate it and made a mmm mmm sound.
The guy wasn’t pleased.
“very suspicious. You just happened to take one off the top. Why not one deeper in bag?”.
Jack was trying hard not to display his annoyance at this guy’s idiocy.
“because that’s the way it’s done. Nobody eats from the bottom of the bag”.
The guy waved some soldiers over. Jack sighed. Two soldiers stepped up behind him. The guy gave them instructions.
“take him into room B, I want to question him further”.
They escorted him to room b. It was mostly empty, it had two chairs and a banquet table in it. A syrian flag was in a display case on the wall. He sat there for a few minutes until the same guy walked in holding the bag of donut holes and a tray. He put the tray on the table, and then dumped the donut holes out onto them. He then put rubber gloves on his hands, and moved the donuts all around as if he was playing the shell game. When he finally stopped mixing up the donut holes, he gazed at jack intently.
“which one are you gonna eat now Mr. American?”.
Jack just picked the one up nearest him and ate it.
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