Another weird Chapman question. In what kind of world do you reside? Are the nurses kind to you?
On a more serious note (which means it's not for you, Chapman) this conversation is completely based on the offical narrative..... what if that narrative simply isn't true?
#FAIL@YouMyAs I was walking a' alane, I heard twa corbies makin' a mane. The tane untae the tither did say, Whaur sail we gang and dine the day, O. Whaur sail we gang and dine the day? It's in ahint yon auld fail dyke I wot there lies a new slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair, O. But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair. His hound is to the hunting gane His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady ta'en anither mate, So we may mak' our dinner swate, O. So we may mak' our dinner swate. Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike oot his bonny blue e'en Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare, O. We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare. There's mony a ane for him maks mane But nane sail ken whaur he is gane O'er his white banes when they are bare The wind sail blaw for evermair, O. The wind sail blaw for evermair.': Here you are again, posting to me again after constantly braying that I'm not worthy of response
@Lurkers
Jack Ruby's Dog
https://konformist.com/jfkland/jack-rubys-dog.htmEXCERPT: As confirmed by the Warren Commission Report, innumerable assassination books, and even Oliver Stone himself, Jack Ruby loved dogs. The portly strip club owner lived with a dozen canines, doting on them, and even calling them his "children."
But it was a special dog, a dachshund named Sheba, that Ruby referred to as his "wife."
