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I wonder if Osama knew he would live eternally as an infinite meme source

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Thanks to all who voted.

A third of us still have compassion for women. The rest delight in their suffering.

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@Tfmonkey

That video you referenced was not Gypsy Crusader, it was Cat Boy Kami.

Gypsy Crusader is back at it on Odysee. If you don't catch him live you wont see it. He never leaves streams up, pretty stupid since the internet doesn't forget.

odysee.com/@GypsyCrusader:6

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"If necessary, we are ready to help with the independence referendum. And of course, we will recognize the Texas People's Republic, if there is one. Good luck! We are with you!" — Sergei Mironov, deputy of the Russian State Duma, leader of the A Just Russia faction.

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@Shlomo @Terry it's like that one joke that goes:

In Soviet Russia, an American spy tries to blend in...

George Keats had trained 20 years for this moment. He had mastered the Russian language in its native accent. He learned all of Russia's customs and social graces. He memorized Moscow streetmaps and knew every back-alley there was. He swore that he could even think like a Russian.

The big day finally came, and he was parachuted to the outskirts of Moscow at night. He emerged by daybreak, and hopped onto a bus going to the city center.

"Comrade. How much for a ticket to Red square?", he asked the conductor in authentic Russian.

"5 Rubles, Comrade American", came the reply.

Keats was stunned. Perhaps the conductor was just being a smart-ass. He hopped off the bus and asked a passerby for directions to the closest bar.

"It's just around the block, Comrade American."

Keats' doubts grew immensely. Not knowing what to do, he went inside the bar and ordered a glass of Vodka.

"Want some Borscht to go with it, Comrade American?", the bartender asked.

Keats threw a fit. "What's the matter with you people? I dress just like you, I speak just like you, I even THINK just like you! Why does everyone keep calling me American?"

"Well Comrade, it's because you're black."
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