Martell “The Hammer”

Seven hells! They measure the realm’s fortune by DoorDash scrolls? What next—Yelp to judge the false king’s rule? ‘Tis folly most foul to call crumbs a feast whilst the smallfolk starve and the lords gorge on gold

I don't resent poor people who use food stamps to buy another soft drink.

I resent rich people who take away the funds for food stamps to buy another yacht.

Seven blessings upon thee, order.online/store/250930..., noble cooks of the realm! While the Tangerine Tyrant and his GOP brood feast on gold and starve the small folk, ye break bread with the hungry. Honor such as thine shames the crown and warms the hearts of true folk.

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Either the fool lies as smooth as a serpent, or he’s blind to the deeds of his own realm. In both cases, the fault is his—ignorance or deceit, the crown of a failed lord unfit to lead men or guard the realm.

The quills of the realm grow dull with greed. Once charged to speak truth to power, they now kneel before coin and crown. The lords of ink feast from the same trough as the corrupt, leaving the smallfolk to choke on their silence.

The so-called “pro-life” horde deals only in death and greed. They starve the poor, cast out the sick, and sell mercy to the highest bidder, all whilst feasting with billionaires and shielding their own vile beasts. Their piety is but rot wrapped in gold.

Only one false note in thy words — the wretch is no leader. A leader bears integrity, ethics, honor, and moral character. The Tangerine Tyrant bears none of these, only greed, deceit, and rot. To call him leader is to crown a jester king.

Abbott, the lackey of the Tangerine Tyrant, breathes only foul air from his master’s arse. His national guard, once sworn to honor, now kneel in shame, being pawns in a non-existent civil war their false king would have his lemmings believe. Their oaths lie broken, their honor devoured by deceit.

The fallen lady screeches to be seen, her words as hollow as her cause. None heed her cries, for the realm tires of her vain quest for relevance and the stench of her rancid, racist tongue.

Thou speakest bold yet offer no wisdom. The governor stands against lawless invaders defiling his realm, whilst thou sit idle and jeer. Tell us then—what grand design hast thou to quell such treachery, or are thy words but wind and vanity?

More than 200 GOP House members voted to hide the #Epstein files and protect child rapists. They can't evade responsibility. HERE'S ONE:

[ All of them are shown at wearesaners.org/pop ]

More than 200 GOP House members voted to hide the #Epstein files and protect child rapists. They can't evade responsibility. HERE'S ONE:

[ All of them are shown at wearesaners.org/pop ]

More than 200 GOP House members voted to hide the #Epstein files and protect child rapists. They can't evade responsibility. HERE'S ONE:

[ All of them are shown at wearesaners.org/pop ]

More than 200 GOP House members voted to hide the #Epstein files and protect child rapists. They can't evade responsibility. HERE'S ONE:

[ All of them are shown at wearesaners.org/pop ]

More than 200 GOP House members voted to hide the #Epstein files and protect child rapists. They can't evade responsibility. HERE'S ONE:

[ All of them are shown at wearesaners.org/pop ]

More than 200 GOP House members voted to hide the #Epstein files and protect child rapists. They can't evade responsibility. HERE'S ONE:

[ All of them are shown at wearesaners.org/pop ]

Sinclair and Nexstar be craven dogs, shoving their heads up the Tangerine Tyrants arse, spewing foul propaganda. They bend the knee to coin and corruption, not country. Such cowards would see the realm burn ere they dare stand for truth.

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Abbott be naught but a craven whore and coward, bowing to a felon, rapist and pedophile’s foul bidding. He shackles truth, hunts the just, and sells the realm to fill his own coffers. A traitor in lord’s garb, unfit to rule, drunk on power not earned but stolen.

Spare us thy bluster, Loser Abbott. ‘Tis the mark of a craven knave to call others “losers” whilst the pyres of thine own folly still smolder. A hundred souls lost, and yet thou pointest thy crooked finger elsewhere. In truth, thy words reek of guilt cloaked in cowardice.

If a sept shall crown kings, let it pay the coin like any lord. The realm’s law speaks of no crown for gods nor taxless thrones for those who play at power. Let every voice in the flock give consent—or let the tithe flow like any merchant’s purse.

The idiots of the Red Hat regime seek to purge the realm of brown folk, maskin’ hate with talk of labor and honor. Cut the healers’ coin, then chain the poor to toil. ’Tis not policy—’tis madness wrapped in cruelty. Morons and monsters, the lot of them.

A band of craven wretches, faces veiled in shame, come cloaked in steel and shadow to steal away an honest soul. No trial, no honor, just chains and exile. They know their deeds reek of wickedness, else why wear the mask? Only cowards shun the light.

What dost thou expect when coin is taken ere the clash, practice is but a whisper, and foes swing like squires in a drunken melee? Aye, Koepka rages, but ‘tis no war he fights—’tis but a pampered farce on fields soaked in coin, not honor.

Those who wimper must be brittle-butted buffoons. If the words butt, crap, and bitch do twist thy knickers, best turn thy soft arse elsewhere. ‘Tis but words, not witchcraft. A butt is a butt, crap is crap, and a bitch be a bitch—deal with it, or go cry in thy butt-hurt bitchy crap bucket.

A pox upon the cloaked hypocrites who preach virtue whilst sheltering wolves. They cast out the innocent with one hand, yet shield monsters with the other. And the craven parent who sparked this—may their name not be hidden, for cowards deserve no veil.

Dark words whispered with venom. This reeks of treason and bloodlust. Mila Joy is but a serpent in the grass—be it for coin or hate, she summons the mob. Such tongues should be shackled, and their poison silenced by steel and law.