MGTOWBill Clinton: Secret Cross Dresser, who knew? – MGTOW

Bill Clinton: Secret Cross Dresser, who knew?

Thu, 19 Mar 2015 14:00:09 +0000

So here we finally have it. Our first president in drag.

At least the feminists have stopped pulling their punches and we can see their emasculating agenda for what it is.

Here you have our first pussy in chief, I give you, Bill Clinton, Transvestite:

I think Obama should go with pink pumps when he leaves office because they go with the brown stain on his nose from kissing Pelosi’s ass.

Reply To: Bill Clinton: Secret Cross Dresser, who knew?

Thu, 19 Mar 2015 17:06:32 +0000

Wow!!!!

I started out thinking it was a spoof then it finally hit me that it was the real deal. Yeah, the mere possession of a t~~~ is actually considered a qualification these days. I’m going to continue my work in summoning a UFO to permanently abduct me away from this sphere of ignorance.

Reply To: Bill Clinton: Secret Cross Dresser, who knew?

Thu, 19 Mar 2015 17:26:15 +0000

@CPig:
Need help summoning the UFO? Cause I would be more then happy to help, as long as I can hitchhike as well… 🙂

Reply To: Bill Clinton: Secret Cross Dresser, who knew?

Thu, 19 Mar 2015 17:36:02 +0000

Sure BadKan. Once we make contact, we can start a thread for anyone else that wants to get whisked away from the madness. If I’ve got to live with reptilians, it might as well be the real deal.

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Smitty the Great One — Thu, 19 Mar 2015 21:00:51 +0000

As someone that has intimate knowledge of Clinton’s family in Arkansas, cross-dressing wouldn’t be a surprise….

Life is too long to play by someone elses rules....

Reply To: Bill Clinton: Secret Cross Dresser, who knew?

Thu, 19 Mar 2015 21:26:22 +0000

He should definitely shave his legs.

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harpo-my-"SON" — Sat, 21 Mar 2015 02:15:15 +0000

I have read the hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy. When you guys make contact, don’t miss me standing here with my thumb out…

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.