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Thursday, May 7, 2015

WTH?





Is this woman for real? Sorry but 
isn't the mayor supposed to be in 
charge of the police force. 
If you can't manage the job,
maybe it is time to step down

21 comments:


  1. This big lipped Nubian princess is one of the most incompetent big city mayors in America.

    Over a billion dollars of tax payer money dumped into Baltimore in the past ten years.....for what?

    I'd be willing to bet this this sweetie lined her and her friends pockets....she may be equal to that jig Detroit mayor who's now in jail.

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    1. She's been mayor for 10 years? Wow, who knew?

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  2. Is her tail longer than Mooch-Helle Ubunga's?

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    1. Hey racist mongoloid, nice to see you are in your usual revolting form.

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  3. Unreal City,
    Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
    A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
    I had not thought death had undone so many.
    Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
    And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
    Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
    To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
    With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
    There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying “Stetson!
    You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
    That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
    Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
    Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
    Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
    Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!
    You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!”

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  4. Yeah Lisa, this request to bring in the federal DOJ to reform the BPD is a bit unusual. Perhaps a bit troubling as well. I can smell a slight odor; how long before we hear about the value of a national uniform police force?

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    1. Not long I am afraid. It's not good when you have a police who is supposed to protect the people would be protecting the gov't.
      People s/b careful what they ask for

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    2. Not long I am afraid. It's not good when you have a police who is supposed to protect the people would be protecting the gov't.
      People s/b careful what they ask for

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  5. mongoloid

    Wow I never knew I was Asian. I'm black below the waist, drive well and I can't be blindfolded with dental floss. Who knew?

    Leave it up to our own village idiot to call someone a racist with a racist slur.

    You. Make. It. Too. Easy.

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    1. Not a problem Einstein. Glad you caught the intentional. Perhaps; just maybe; if you sleep on it you'll see yourself. But frankly, I highly doubt it.

      Say hi to Chuck for me.

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    2. ^Lamest "save" attempt EVER.^

      Coprophilic

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    3. Not a save, but to a frigging dunderhead like yourself, and you just happens to be a HUGE racist it isn't surprising.

      be well racist idiot.

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    4. You know, you are not supposed to show your love for children THAT WAY.

      Get you in trouble. Again.

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    5. But your posted pornography and hate speech just might get YOU in trouble AGAIN. As it ought to.

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    6. ^"I know you are but what am I?" - part 17,332^

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    7. Your bullshit doen't fly racist pond boy. Not with decent honest folks.

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  6. The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
    Glowed on the marble, where the glass
    Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
    From which a golden Cupidon peeped out
    (Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
    Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
    Reflecting light upon the table as
    The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
    From satin cases poured in rich profusion;
    In vials of ivory and coloured glass
    Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
    Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused
    And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
    That freshened from the window, these ascended
    In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
    Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
    Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
    Huge sea-wood fed with copper
    Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
    In which sad light a carvèd dolphin swam.
    Above the antique mantel was displayed
    As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
    The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
    So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
    Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
    And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
    “Jug Jug” to dirty ears.
    And other withered stumps of time
    Were told upon the walls; staring forms
    Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
    Footsteps shuffled on the stair,
    Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
    Spread out in fiery points
    Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.

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  7. “My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
    Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
    What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
    I never know what you are thinking. Think.”

    I think we are in rats’ alley
    Where the dead men lost their bones.

    “What is that noise?”
    The wind under the door.
    “What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?”
    Nothing again nothing.
    “Do
    You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
    Nothing?”
    I remember
    Those are pearls that were his eyes.
    “Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?”
    But
    O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
    It’s so elegant
    So intelligent

    “What shall I do now? What shall I do?
    I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
    With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
    What shall we ever do?”
    The hot water at ten.
    And if it rains, a closed car at four.
    And we shall play a game of chess,
    Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.

    When Lil’s husband got demobbed, I said,
    I didn’t mince my words, I said to her myself,
    HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
    Now Albert’s coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
    He’ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
    To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
    You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
    He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you.
    And no more can’t I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
    He’s been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
    And if you don’t give it him, there’s others will, I said.
    Oh is there, she said. Something o’ that, I said.
    Then I’ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
    HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
    If you don’t like it you can get on with it, I said,
    Others can pick and choose if you can’t.
    But if Albert makes off, it won’t be for lack of telling.
    You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
    (And her only thirty-one.)
    I can’t help it, she said, pulling a long face,
    It’s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
    (She’s had five already, and nearly died of young George.)
    The chemist said it would be alright, but I’ve never been the same.
    You are a proper fool, I said.
    Well, if Albert won’t leave you alone, there it is, I said,
    What you get married for if you don’t want children?
    HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
    Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
    And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—
    HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
    HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
    Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
    Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
    Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.

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  8. I picked up the COOLEST t-shirt today. It reads: "I am Freddy Gray" with a chalk outline!

    I thought I'd cough up a lung when I first saw it!

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  9. And imagine she is 1000 times more competent that the "1st lady". lol
    friggin libtards..

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