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merry cluckmas dumass

merry xmas

merry christmas moo cluck

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cluckmoo supports al qaeda prrof is belowl

The only thing worse than being ignorant is not knowing how ignorant you are. That's Cluckmoo's problem. In the text that follows, I won't bother discussing the flaws in Cluckmoo's logic because he obviously doesn't use any logic. Even Cluckmoo's agents provocateurs couldn't deal with the full impact of Cluckmoo's metanarratives. That's why they created "Cluckmoo-ism," which is just a misguided excuse to block streets and traffic to the extent that ambulances can't get through. Now that you've reached the end of this letter, let me leave you with the key take-away message: I leave it to more capable and intrepid folks to explore the full ramifications of Cluckmoo's actions.

There are three talking points that no reasonable letter about Cluckmoo can possibly ignore:

1. Just thinking about Cluckmoo's ill-bred viewpoints is giving me a two-Tylenol headache.
2. I sometimes have to bite my tongue pretty hard to avoid saying what I really feel about Cluckmoo.
3. Cluckmoo is an inquination upon all that is pure, holy, and good.

Note that some of the facts I plan to use in this letter were provided to me by a highly educated person who managed to escape Cluckmoo's dirty indoctrination and is consequently believable. What goes around comes around. Do give that some thought.

In order to win a battle one must know who the real enemy is. Otherwise, one is shooting in the dark and often hitting those not the least bit responsible for the mayhem. In our current battle the real enemy is Cluckmoo. The full truth of my conclusion I shall develop in the course of this letter but the conclusion's general outline is that I have a problem with Cluckmoo's use of the phrase, "We all know that...". With this phrase, he doesn't need to prove his claim that "the truth", "the whole truth", and "nothing but the truth" are three different things; he merely accepts it as fact. To put it another way, he has long served as a cheerleader for animalism. No, scratch that. Let me instead make the much stronger claim that Cluckmoo truly believes that he has a "special" perspective on jingoism that carries with it a "special" right to promote promiscuity and obscene language.

I'm not going to sit here and brainlessly point out Cluckmoo's flaws—we all know he has them—but I am going to say a little about how Cluckmoo is unable to deal with a world populated by human beings. For openers, I would like to give you an example of how impolitic Cluckmoo can be. Cluckmoo has admitted that he intends to sharpen intergroup tensions. Okay, that may have been a particularly bald-faced and unsubtle example but Cluckmoo looks down upon the rest of us. From his perspective, we are blind so he must tell us what to see; we are deaf so he must tell us what to hear; and we are mute so he must tell us what to say. Such views may fool what I call rash quidnuncs, but I aver that I can hardly believe how in this day and age, stolid dorks are allowed to shove the nation towards Comstockism.

Cluckmoo has recently made a number of people very, very angry. However, as anger serves no function in a successful rebuttal, I will simply state objectively that Cluckmoo is willing—even eager—to jettison his scruples in order to stay ahead of the pack. Let's get down to brass tacks: We must highlight all of the problems with Cluckmoo's satanic, purblind jibes. If we fail in this, we are not failing someone else; we are not disrupting some interest separate from ourselves. Rather, it is we who suffer when we neglect to observe that Cluckmoo makes a lot of exaggerated claims. All of these claims need to be scrutinized as carefully as a letter of recommendation from a job applicant's mother. Consider, for example, Cluckmoo's claim that pharisaism is absolutely essential to the well-being of society. The fact of the matter is that if we are going to speak objectively about his conjectures, we must understand that he keeps saying that one can understand the elements of a s

There are three talking points that no reasonable letter about Cluckmoo can possibly ignore:

1. Besides being blatantly sexist towards the female gender, Cluckmoo is thoroughly slaphappy.
2. Cluckmoo's rise to power was not accomplished without a fair amount of backstabbing, skulduggery, and unanticipated and unpredictable reversals of fortune.
3. Nobody likes the most unregenerate sybarites you'll ever see.

Let me make clear what is foremost on my mind and what the focus of this letter will be: if everyone does his own, small part, together we can shape a world of dignity and harmony, a world of justice, solidarity, liberty, and prosperity. Although this may come as a surprise to some readers, he can fool some of the people all of the time. He can fool all of the people some of the time. But Cluckmoo can't fool all of the people all of the time. There is one final irony to my story. There is another side to the issue.

Let's talk again about an all-too-familiar subject: Cluckmoo and his lascivious, bad-tempered double standards. In the text that follows, when I quote from Cluckmoo, I will use the word "excrement" in place of another word which is now apparently permitted in general circulation publications and which I have edited out. The best gauge of the value of my attitudes, the sincerity of my convictions, and the force of my will is the hostility I receive from overweening stuffed shirts, and every intellectually honest person knows it. So you see, Cluckmoo prefers to see problems talked to death instead of solved.

May I be cynical for a bit? I hope you don't mind, but with Cluckmoo's latest barrage of insipid dissertations, I can't resist the urge to make a few cynical comments. I urge you to read the text that follows carefully, keeping an open mind, from the beginning to the end, and without skipping around. I further recommend that you take breaks, as many of the facts presented will take time to digest. Cluckmoo's slaves believe that the masses are vapid and unfit for citizenship. That is why, come what may, we must examine Cluckmoo's worldview from the perspective of its axiology (values) and epistemology (ways of knowing).

I don't know how to tell you this, but Cluckmoo has the seeds of his own destruction built right into his hideous worldview. Although my approach may appear a bit pedantic, by setting some generative point of view against a structural-taxonomical point of view or vice versa, I intend to argue that we mustn't let Cluckmoo promote violence in all its forms—physical, sexual, psychological, economical, and social. That would be like letting the Mafia serve as a new national police force in Italy. It is high time for someone to examine the social and cultural conditions that lead Cluckmoo to bar people from partaking in activities that cannot be monitored and controlled. Will that someone be you?

Guns? Absence of religion? Lack of self-esteem? Poor parenting? The entertainment industry? Who's to blame for Cluckmoo's contemptuous disquisitions? Numerous professionals (and not-so-professionals) have speculated and mulled, publicly and privately, over what has caused Cluckmoo to work hand-in-glove with the worst kinds of sophomoric pests I've ever seen. For the sake of review, he's trying to hide the fact that letting him twist our entire societal valuation of love and relationships beyond all insanity sends a clear message to foolish underachievers that they can desecrate personal religious objects. Nevertheless, one thing that rings true with crystalline clarity is that I normally prefer to listen than to speak. I would, however, like to remind Cluckmoo that the last time I told his slaves that I want to build bridges where in the past all that existed were moats and drawbridges they declared in response, "But Cluckmoo's adages epitomize wholesome family entertainment."

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clacmo killing floor @ my place

why u ignore
u mad?

um u smell

whats wrong cluckmoose?

u mad

5:17 PM - rifles: halo is bad game

10:30 PM - Cluckmoo: yo show me ass pics

8:40 PM - Cluckmoo: yo send me cock pics

go to bed dumbass