"Envar har rätt till åsiktsfrihet och yttrandefrihet. Denna rätt innefattar frihet för envar att utan ingripanden hysa åsikter och frihet att söka, mottaga och sprida upplysningar och tankar genom varje slags uttrycksmedel och utan hänsyn till gränser." – FN:s deklaration om de mänskliga rättigheterna, artikel 19
That’s the future för our generations to come and the message of a young Tennessee girl – gay and Christian – Julian Baker by her name. At the Beale Street Music Festival (04/29/2016) she told this song is about being grateful for horrible, horrible things. That says it all.
But hear and see by yourselves:
All of my friends live in a plastic bag walking around
Jumping the train tracks, over the fence, veins all black
Sleep on a bench in the park on my birthday
Call the blue lights
Cursed your name when I find I’m still awake
Give me everything good, and I’ll throw it away
I wish that I could quit but I can’t stand the shakes
Choking to smoke, or singing your praise
But I think there’s a god and he hears either way when I rejoice and complain
I never know what to say
But I think there’s a god and he hears either way when I rejoice and complain
Lift my voice that I was made
And somebody’s listening at night with the ghosts of my friends when I pray
Asking ”Why did you let them leave and then make me stay?”
Know my name and all of my hideous mistakes
But I rejoice. I rejoice. I rejoice. I rejoice
Det ryktas om att skjutningarna på Mandalay Bay skulle vara initierade av Deep State. Det påstås att artiklar om händelsen skrevs fyra dagar före.
Om ändå Vänstern kunde fatta att NationalSocialistiskaTyskaArbetarPartiet också var Vänster .
Den affischen stämmer in i helvetes väl in på Sverige, naturligtvis med vår vidriga, ljugande medias hjälp dessutom…
That’s the future för our generations to come and the message of a young Tennessee girl – gay and Christian – Julian Baker by her name. At the Beale Street Music Festival (04/29/2016) she told this song is about being grateful for horrible, horrible things. That says it all.
But hear and see by yourselves:
All of my friends live in a plastic bag walking around
Jumping the train tracks, over the fence, veins all black
Sleep on a bench in the park on my birthday
Call the blue lights
Cursed your name when I find I’m still awake
Give me everything good, and I’ll throw it away
I wish that I could quit but I can’t stand the shakes
Choking to smoke, or singing your praise
But I think there’s a god and he hears either way when I rejoice and complain
I never know what to say
But I think there’s a god and he hears either way when I rejoice and complain
Lift my voice that I was made
And somebody’s listening at night with the ghosts of my friends when I pray
Asking ”Why did you let them leave and then make me stay?”
Know my name and all of my hideous mistakes
But I rejoice. I rejoice. I rejoice. I rejoice
https://youtu.be/cwiQVVYbLB0
Hillary Clinton har inspirerats av Kim Jong-un i Mordkorea
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Hahaha. Och stängda öron!