These nasty cornholios have burned her alive many, many times, often after days of gang r*pe. Rats bastards recently stated they “have to put up with the Mary’s for a while”.
I say, “no you don’t, for the Mary’s are finally being gifted opportunity to let you brutilizer redrumming r*pists go. I have no mercy to offer.
During a recent speech, Erica Kirk made an unusual wording choice while speaking about her husband.
Just prior to the remark, her iPad shut off due to a dead battery, leaving her without prepared remarks. She then continued speaking from memory rather than reading from a script.
Shortly after, she said: “Once my husband was assassinated…”
In standard English usage, “once” is typically used to indicate sequence or anticipation… something expected to occur before the next event happens.
Examples of common anticipation-based usage:
“Once you finish dinner, you can have dessert.”
“Once the meeting ends, we’ll talk.”
“Once the paperwork is approved, the process moves forward.”
“Once he arrives, we’ll begin.”
By contrast, unexpected or traumatic events are normally described using “when” or “after.”
(My view :: He died in that accident. A demon walked into the body. Took over that identity. And became a rotting corpse due to a lack of life force.)
Think you know Henry VIII? The six wives, Church of England, that guy? Think again — the real story is straight-up nightmare fuel.
This was a king so grotesquely obese, his waist measured 54 inches — bigger than most people are tall. He weighed 400 pounds in an era when 140 was average. His legs oozed pus from open, rotting ulcers so foul, servants gagged or ran away. His stench could be smelled from rooms away. His body decayed while he was still alive — and when he died, his coffin exploded from internal gases. Yes, exploded.
By the end of his life, Henry was a walking corpse — literally. Carried around by servants, trailed by staff mopping up pieces of dead flesh that fell off as he moved. His death was so gruesome, dogs were seen licking his remains off the street during the funeral.
Why was he like this? Likely a combination of Cushing’s syndrome, a traumatic brain injury from a jousting accident, and unchecked power. That injury? Knocked him unconscious for 2 hours — after that, he changed: paranoid, erratic, dangerous.
And yes, the wives. You know about the beheadings, but not the psychological torture. Anne Boleyn? Forced to watch five innocent men — including her own brother — executed before she lost her head to false charges. Katherine Howard? Just a teen, murdered because of past relationships. Henry even made a law requiring wives to confess their full sexual history — under threat of death. Divorce wasn’t freedom — it was forced, terrifying negotiation.
Meanwhile, he ate like a monster. 5,000+ calories a day. Whole pigs, chickens, fish, gallons of wine. He believed swans made him graceful, oysters enhanced performance, and deer made him a better hunter. He banned “commoner food” like turnips because it offended his royal ego. Kitchens ran 24/7 with over 200 staff just to feed him — and every bite was tested for poison while guards watched. Meals were military operations.
And paranoia? Off the charts. Crossbows by his bed, daggers under his pillow, armed guards in his bedroom. Secret tunnels in castles. Spy networks spying on other spies. Even his children were watched. People were executed for dreams he had about betrayal.
Even in death, Henry caused chaos. His bloated corpse burst mid-funeral. His tomb? So unstable it collapsed multiple times. Some said they heard strange noises and smelled rot years later — likely more gases leaking out.
This wasn’t just a king. He was a decaying symbol of how absolute power corrupts absolutely. The real Henry VIII was no hero — he was a royal horror story.
His mother Amanda Copenhaver, who works in healthcare, shares with us,
On Friday morning July 12, 2013 I took my son in for his 4 month well-baby checkup. The doctor gave him 7 vaccines – DTaP, IPV, Hib, PCV and Rota. He was cranky of course after, but doctors tell you to give Tylenol and teach you that these reactions are normal.
Saturday, he was still fussy and tired and didn’t nurse as much as usual. Saturday night, my sister in law watched him overnight so we could go to work. I picked him up Sunday afternoon, after I woke up. We didn’t do much that evening but nap. Looking back it seems that he was extra sleepy but I didn’t notice it then.
Sunday night, I dropped him off at a very close friend’s house around 10pm, so that I could go to work. Not knowing that this was the last time I’d see my son alive.
She said he woke in the middle of the night so she got up with him. She fell asleep in the recliner holding him. When she woke up, he was gone.
They started CPR, but of course it was no help.
I vividly remember the scream down the hallway in the middle of the night, at work, telling me to leave. I was a CNA at a nursing home, working overnights, when my coworker yelled down the hall that something was wrong with my baby. That was the absolute worst night of my life.
There were no obvious signs that something was wrong with him. Nothing outside of the “normal” that doctors lead you to believe is ok after your baby receives the vaccines. My son received his shots Friday morning and by late Sunday night- early Monday morning, he was gone.
His death was ruled as Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS).
The vaccines were not mentioned in Nicholas’s autopsy report because at the time the autopsy was being done, the pathologist was not yet made aware that Nicholas recently received his shots. It all happened so fast and of course, at that moment in my life, things hadn’t clicked yet that it was the vaccines. I was meant to believe they were so safe and this wouldn’t happen.
Nicholas didn’t have his airways blocked and did not suffocate when he passed away. I had to do my own homework and I was referred to a vaccine injury lawyer who listened to my story and took on my case. I had to request a report in order to file a vaccine injury claim.
The neurologist that did our report for the case actually did the autopsy also. Unfortunately, if I hadn’t looked into things further on my own, I may have never known what took my sons life.
The doctor who did the autopsy even stated that he feels vaccine causation exists in our case and wrote this in our neuropathology report. The report we have gotten for our case clearly states that, in his opinion, vaccines were the likely cause of death. We were lucky because often times, vaccines are never mentioned and parents are not given truthful answers.
It seems most babies that die soon after vaccination are ruled as SIDS cases or some other vague cause of death. It doesn’t make sense when all of these children are passing away after getting vaccines why the vaccines are never listed as the cause of death. Surely this needs to be considered more.
We will have to wait to find out if our case is awarded but no amount of money could replace our son. The maximum they give for vaccine related deaths is $250,000. That’s what our children are worth to them.
My son was vaccinated on schedule. He was given Hep B at birth, 8 vaccines at his 2 month well baby visit (DTaP, IPV, Hib, Heb B, PCV and Rota) and 7 vaccines at his 4 month well baby visit (DTaP, IPV, Hib, PCV and Rota). I don’t think many parents are aware these are the vaccines on the current US schedule.
I can only hope sharing our story will save someone else the heartache and pain of losing a child. I want to tell the world and save them the heartache that we have been through.
Every minute someone leaves this world behind. We are all in “line” without knowing it. We will never know how many people are ahead of us. We can’t move to the back of the line. We can’t get out of line. We can’t avoid the queue. So while we wait in line. Make moments count! Prioritize. Do the time. Make your qualities known. Make people feel important. Make your voice heard. Make big things out of little things. Make someone smile. Make the change. Make love. Make Peace. Fix yourself. Be sure to tell your people that you love them. Make sure you have no regrets. Make sure you’re ready. Very true. Live life and let live, enjoy, be thankful, don’t waste time arguing, fighting, doing bad things, life is short, live it, be humble, love yourself and be happy with what you have. Have a happy life. Peace in their hearts.
Guess we’re getting close to the pre-programmed “zombie apocalypse”.
t’s close to midnight Something evil’s lurking in the dark Under the moonlight You see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream But terror takes the sound before you make it You start to freeze As horror looks you right between the eyes You’re paralyzed
‘Cause this is thriller, thriller night And no one’s gonna save you From the beast about to strike You know it’s thriller, thriller night You’re fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller, ow
I’m gonna thrill you tonight Darkness falls across the land The midnight hour is close at hand Creatures crawl in search of blood To terrorize y’all’s neighborhood (I’m gonna thrill you tonight)
And whosoever shall be found Without the soul for getting down Must stand and face the hounds of hell And rot inside a corpse’s shell I’m gonna thrill you tonight (thriller night, babe)
The foulest stench’s in the air The funk of forty thousand years And grizzly ghouls from every tomb (I’m gonna thrill you tonight) Are closing in to seal your doom (oh, yeah) And though you fight to stay alive Your body starts to shiver For no mere mortal can resist The evil of the thriller
‘Cause this is thriller, thriller night There ain’t no second chance against the thing with 40 eyes, girl Thriller, thriller night You’re fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller
‘Cause this is thriller, thriller night ‘Cause I can thrill you more than any ghoul would ever dare try Thriller (ooh-ooh), thriller night So let me hold you tight and share a Killer, thriller, killer, thriller here tonight
‘Cause this is thriller, thriller night Girl, I can thrill you more than any ghoul would ever dare try Thriller (ooh-ooh), thriller night So let me hold you tight and share a killer, thriller, ow