Well, I found where this "Angela" c*nt has been quite abusive to many #Trump supporters and #straight#heterosexuals including #teenagers... sad but I feel vindicated, as Angela portrays himself as the victim in every exchange.
He's a frustrating bitch.
Imagine that smug, lazy, whiny non-passing SOB standing in your wife's workplace bathroom being a total asshole to her.
That's why I think it should be at the discretion of states and property owners, who goes where. Men like that should not be anywhere near decent women.
So to clarify. This piece of shit solicited cash from me, to support a game server, then literally a few days after receiving said funds, pulled this anti Trump act on me and then proceeded to character assassinate me on Twitter.
Fuck you Angela, I'll meet you in gym anytime.
This person ran for public office in North Carolina, right?
Cussing out 14 year olds in public chat rooms for FLIRTING with other young people.
Like, holy shit, sheepdog, back the fuck off the kids...
Unfortunately the trail leads through very ugly places with Angela Bridgman and minors.
Here, a good Samaritan named SpecialFriend1234 shares a page explaining Angela's habit of attacking young teens who seek comfort and friendship in a public chatroom:
I pause to interject, that previous to this horrible experience trying to be friends (unknowingly) with this Angela psychopath, I had only neutral and positive interactions with transgender individuals.
They can be very loving, sensitive people, and I do not wish them harm.
However, Angela is 50 or 60 years old, or close enough, and could have caused one of these teenagers in the chatroom to commit suicide or act out against his classmates.
I do not see evidence of Angela Bridgman caring about other people unless it coincides with profit or harm.
The real victims are the uncounted scores of impressionable children who have been randomly, wantonly harmed in those undocumented chatrooms, not the 1 rude & raucous, attention whoring "transexual" who is reaping the fruits of his own horrible Buffalo Bill-esque meanness.
The gall, to abuse children online in public sight, then run for public office just to be able to intrude into the ladies' room, when Angela knows not 1 thing about being a gracious lady...
Or did that chat happen after the failed political bid..?
Either way it's horrible..
Remember that sexual predators will use any mask they can grab, in order to minimize risk of exposure as a pedophile or abuser, and they will not let go of the lie, because the lie provides the thing that gives sex offenders a reason for existing.
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Much of the gold stolen by the Nazis from Jews & others, then hidden during the end of World War Two, was presumably lost & never officially recovered.
"Raubgold", i.e. "robbery gold" or "rape gold", is the German colloquialism for metals thus seized.
Versunkene Schätze in Deutschland
Der Goldschatz der Nazis
Von Markus Brauer 03. August 2018 - 07:00 Uhr
"Sunken treasures in Germany
The gold treasure of the Nazis
By Markus Brauer 03. August 2018 - 07:00 o'clock"
"Before & during World War 2, the National Socialists robbed invaluable assets - money, gold, paintings. This robbery gold is not the only treasure in Germany around which myths are entwined."
"...Ostensibly, raubgold has been shipped via U-Boat to Argentina..."
In remoter eras of man, bright & formative years rendering our lives today colorless & faint, dwelled many strange, often wondrous creatures.
These lay scattered throughout the world - some were a local phenomenon & bound solely to this earth; others were shimmers of elsewhere.
In one of the relatively isolated little kingdoms of the older world was an ancient forest near a sea.
Its trees grew so tall, dense, & dark that very little light fell toward the shoreline beneath them, as it was an eastward facing shoreline, caught between two high mountains.
In the old forest, which was really just an enormous ravine, lived an unusual bird:
During the day, when the light was fair, it sang a song that was cheerful and soft, short and sweeter than honey wine.
When the light grew faint, the bird grew melancholy and sang differently.
Long long ago, in a holler far away, Little Red Riding Hood got up one fine morning, and for whatever damned reason, needed to drive to Paintsville.
So, she put up her hood, packed up her picnic, and put pedal to metal.
It had only been a few minutes of traveling eastward, through the rays of the brilliant morning sun, when suddenly, the Big Bad Brown SUV came out of nowhere & engaged.
Little Red Riding Hood didn't want 2 be hamburger, but she wasn't a p***y either, so she tore up some asphalt.
The Big Bad SUV was quite ferocious indeed - after a few test passes, Little Red Riding Hood broke suddenly away from the carnivorous creature to run far ahead.
It seemed as if the day had been won! Until, on the other side of the Highroad, the Lone Ranger appeared.
Yesterday, by merest chance, as all great discoveries tend to be made ;) ,
I found a copy of Robert Hayden Alcorn's famous book, "No Bugles for Spies - stories of the OSS.
(Google books even has the foreword saved, so we can have both!)
It's good to know what they stood for.
No bugles for spies
Foreword
"It seems incredible that thirty thousand people could keep a secret. It is the more unbelievable when one realizes that those thirty thousand persons were scattered throughout the world.
They represented every nationality, every type of individual,
every religion, every political belief, every economic condition. Yet such was the vast complex of the Office of Strategic Services, OSS of the war years, first independent, autonomous and all-encompassing espionage & sabotage agency ever sponsored by the United States government