Dr. Drew says ‘something’s not right’ with Beto O’Rourke: ‘Something in my gut. I’m not sure yet’
If you thought Bozo o'rourke was strangely retarded...you are not alone.
Below is a sample of his poetry and story writhing...not to mention he was a hacker.
https://www.bizpacreview.com/2019/03/...
Writing as a teen under the pseudonym “Psychedelic Warlord,” O’Rourke penned a piece titled, “The Song of the Cow,” which calls on a “sacred” cow to not only provide for him milk, but to “buff” and “scrub my balls,” The Washington Examiner reported.
I need a butt-shine,
Right now
You are holy,
Oh, sacred Cow
I thirst for you,
Provide Milk.
Buff my balls,
Love the Cow,
Good fortune for those that do.
Love me, breathe my feet,
The Cow has risen.
Wax my ass,
Scrub my balls.
The Cow has risen,
Provide Milk.
“Turns out, the Democrat fantasized about running over children in a car, as seen in a short story he wrote at the time — image a Republican with this disturbing thought process on their resume.
Not lost in the mix is O’Rourke’s believe that he had a “right” to what someone else possessed.
“One day, as I was driving home from work, I noticed two children crossing the street. They were happy, happy to be free from their troubles…. This happiness was mine by right. I had earned it in my dreams,” O’Rourke wrote.
“As I neared the young ones, I put all my weight on my right foot, keeping the accelerator pedal on the floor until I heard the crashing of the two children on the hood, and then the sharp cry of pain from one of the two. I was so fascinated for a moment, that when after I had stopped my vehicle, I just sat in a daze, sweet visions filling my head,” he continued.
Below is a sample of his poetry and story writhing...not to mention he was a hacker.
https://www.bizpacreview.com/2019/03/...
Writing as a teen under the pseudonym “Psychedelic Warlord,” O’Rourke penned a piece titled, “The Song of the Cow,” which calls on a “sacred” cow to not only provide for him milk, but to “buff” and “scrub my balls,” The Washington Examiner reported.
I need a butt-shine,
Right now
You are holy,
Oh, sacred Cow
I thirst for you,
Provide Milk.
Buff my balls,
Love the Cow,
Good fortune for those that do.
Love me, breathe my feet,
The Cow has risen.
Wax my ass,
Scrub my balls.
The Cow has risen,
Provide Milk.
“Turns out, the Democrat fantasized about running over children in a car, as seen in a short story he wrote at the time — image a Republican with this disturbing thought process on their resume.
Not lost in the mix is O’Rourke’s believe that he had a “right” to what someone else possessed.
“One day, as I was driving home from work, I noticed two children crossing the street. They were happy, happy to be free from their troubles…. This happiness was mine by right. I had earned it in my dreams,” O’Rourke wrote.
“As I neared the young ones, I put all my weight on my right foot, keeping the accelerator pedal on the floor until I heard the crashing of the two children on the hood, and then the sharp cry of pain from one of the two. I was so fascinated for a moment, that when after I had stopped my vehicle, I just sat in a daze, sweet visions filling my head,” he continued.
