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Bars For Waco


I don't hear anything about anyone anywhere getting tried. In fact I don't hear anything, anyone, anywhere, is it quiet? Or did the explosion leave my eardrums fried? Guess the culprits need to be pistol toting to commit a crime. Shit I'm just wondering if there's a fine or a penalty. My eyes still dry but my pen going bleed. Cause I already know nobody going to the pen for these. Lives lost. Unregulated corporations. Screw us we livestock.
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