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Fuck Home Depot!
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Spent $2K+ in last fourteen days at this Home Depot in ZENdaleEnter and tonight one Armenian American fluent English speaking fucker demanded Inproduce a State ID before he allows me to pay CA$H for a washing machine. I declined and told the mother fucker to get the manager who a Latino but took his side so I told them both to go fuck themselves and left the store!
Mother fuck your government rat stalker staging you Armenian American bitch and your Latino g-faggot ass kisser manager! I’m glad I did not buy your fucked washing machine junk machine and from now on will make sure all I ever meet avoid Home Depot and go elsewhere!
Mother fuck your ID’ng to buy a piece of shit washing machine! Not renting, not financing, sure as fuck never borrow for Jack Shit!
You two g-faggot stooges hand me your fuckin ID’s next time you call one of my owned companies for anything or I will delete you stupid fuckers second you reg for an account!
Watch closely all I’m a pull to mother fuck your all sideways, your mother fucked children, parents, and fuckin grandchildren!
Party begins NOW and your filthy mother fuckin asses are my TARGET!
“Fuck Home Depot’s Orange G-Fag Apron!”
Stateless Warrior Satire Poem
Beneath the buzz of fluorescent glare,
Where tools and tiles scent stinky air,
There stands a clerk, with brows of stone—
A sentinel guarding his appliance throne,
As he stalks customers demanding ID show!
“A washing machine?” he sneers, eyes narrow,
As if I’d asked for Russian uranium to borrow.
“Your ID, NOW!” His voice — a decree,
“No spin cycle sans g-fag stalker bureaucracy!”
I blinked - bemused, and scratched my head—
“Since when do Maytags need proof you’re not dead?”
“It’s just a washer,” I meekly replied,
But he scoffed, arms crossed, his chest puffed with Nazi pride,
While demanding ID or no washing machine purchase ride!
“The law’s the law! You could be a spy,
Plotting to launder the stars from the sky!
Or worse—a “teenager”, keen to rebel,
Stockpiling lint traps to unleash LIVING hell!”
His name tag glowed: “Brock McThistle, Esq.”
A titan of paperwork, rigid and brisk.
He squinted demanding my license, cold and austere,
As though my birthdate might disappear in my bewildered stare!
“I need to know you’re “thirty”—and ID NOT forged,
What if this purchase leaves Heaven scourged?
I’ll need a blood sample, a retinal scan,
And a note from your mother to prove you’re a man!”
The aisles grew still; paint cans eavesdropped,
While ceiling fans whispered, “This fool sales clerk is overstocked!”
A garden hose snickered, coiled in its rack—
Even the hammers judged Sales Clerk’s attack.
Then lo! From on high (Appliances, Aisle 3),
A manager emerged, sipping Dunkin’ with glee.
“Don’t “Release” the machine, but let chaos reign!
The risk of clean underwear’s worth his new pain.”
Elated he yelled, full of senile spite:
Because in this day, I outsmarted this fool right,
As I gone elsewhere to git me a new washing machine,
So my socks will stay fresh, in sudsy rebellion,
While this sales fool stalks the aisles, labeling customers a felon!
Profile from folks buying light bulbs unscrewed—
“Are you qualified to handle wattage, dude?”
Oh, Sales Fool of Home Depot, your zeal’s overgrown…
Next time, I’ll just shop at Lowe’s without sales fools Alone!
(Stateless Warrior Satire, not spite—may all clerks be wise,
And washers spin freely, despite their FBI ties.)
Fact?
Home Depot does NOT have a policy where customers have to produce state issued ID’s before they shop there and that is illegal so I might sue these stupid fuckers for discrimination because in Stalkerfornia there is no specific law requiring stores to ID customers for all purchases, except for alcohol and tobacco — so when they subject you to it and you are paying fuckin CA$H clearly they are violating your rights to privacy and no mother fuckin out would take their side on this oxy moronic demand you identify yourself before you are allowed to purchase a stupid lame mother fucked washing machine you can buy every four city fuckin blocks somewhere so clear intent here to defraud in some way is exhibited by either bona fide store employee or g-fag plainclothes agent/s posing as one cause FBI Agents routinely use the cover of Uber cock sucking driver so this would not be unusual of a scenario for any g-faghot agent and or agency..
And all these stupid bitches got us Jack Fuckin Shit!
I knew something was amiss cause my AI which Inoersonakjy trained to monitor my vehicle repeatedly alerted me that its signal to my devices was being jammed so what I have already done being at all times one step ahead of these stupid stalker f-fag, veteran whore, and citizen stalker cocksuckers is acquire components to put together an ever more sophisticated AI vehicle monitoring system which — get this kids — is capable of capturing and running license plates of passing vehicles as they drive by but my DMV access in this stalker state is limited to vehicular data and not that of a driver but not so if yanked in Texas for example in which case data feast without yeast but you have to tip toe round federal laws cause Americano shit fuh brain club don’t like nobody knowing who they are…
Of course I am not here to assfuck their stalker
Protection laws just to pierce their veil for a data ass cap!
Enjoy my animation here where I made my image tumble in a washer but that is what I will do witchuh DMV records when I identify stalker hoes and their accomplice bro’s…
What would you say if Instated that your actual drivers license photo is accessible with a few keystrokes?
Would your stalker filthy asses believe that
No fantasies here just brutal reality that I will fuck you all sideways!
Without any g-fag enjoining… Heck, I see all their entries in real time including their Social Security Master Death Index my AI tracks stalkers until their actual physical deaths without three year lag you’z got.. Once tagged, they can’t move without me knowing it instantaneously…
Who am I?
The guy who can drive to a COB checkpoint and address everyone by full legal NAME as if I knew them for YEARS, walk into any FBI office and then discuss their agents financial issues as I go into vivid details of their high rental expenditures and would even be able To soft peek their agents TRW’s without leaving any digital footprints..
Of course that is illegal but so is fuckin stalking…
And if you had anything stead shit for fuckin brains you’d be able to do same going from ONKY actually physical location address of their assignment.. Their OPM records are maintained by data clowns..
Any limitations?
Absolutely NONE!
What about Russians?
Even dumber than American data beenkeepers…
Chinese?
Far more sophisticated than BOTH with their AI ONKY TWONDECADES AHEAD of American g-fag staging stalker clowns..
Any chance G-fags recruit me success?
Absolute zero!
I don’t keep company with idiots but part ways with all second they are on my radar..
What g-fags need to do to replenish their g-fag ranks?
Fuck their bitches more often like their Space Clown Elon who dreams of the moon but lacks the brains to ever colonize it! Currently STUCK in WaSHITon being just another g-fag pencil pusher while twerking to funnel his Corp’s billions in g-fag contracts (FAA) as he is running the EXPLOIT of their g-fag Systems under guise of overhaul… Very Basik V 1.0 in full compliance with the law as long as he gets the contract inked by his Uncle Sam who at this juncture he got in his pocket and uses his stupid ass to refuel his Soace Mother Rocket!
Thieves are always easy to $POT but are a diamond dozen cause all DOD CONTRACTS are constructed to do one single thing, milk the living $HIT out of government while they salute it posing as true patriots which by the way is why NAVY FAGS overpay for all vessels by ALMOST DOUBLE while getting shared with Oceanic steel junk which has no place in modern Open Water warfare where vessels are most vulnerable but will make great marine life fuck motels where fish can fuck ‘n spawn to replenish the Oceans again and again — after their multi hulled false sense of security foundation is turned into Swiss Cheese!
As a matter of fact, they suck at shipbuilding which is why it takes them more than double what it would take anyone else to accomplish… Pentagonian Swine are like Home Depot washing machine purchase blocking swine, all in cahoots while their Republican sinks from failed reboots!
And how far am I from Chinese, American, and Russian Governments in AI?
Decade and a half ahead of Chinese with nothing American and Russian Governments behind in DUST!
Will be rolling my own standalone AI apps but solidifying my casita build first and then will roll them out back to back with limitations imposed to ensure it cannot be deployed for criminally minded g-fags and civilians cause neither adheres to law but blatantly violates their own laws with impunity especially with their American DEW torture which they FAVOR because it leaves no visible dermal bruising..
Don’t try to “PAL” me unless you want your stupid heads bashed in…
Meanwhile; I mock your idiocy mathematically so you need a solid knowledge of Mathematics to get a laugh out of it as I say up ya’z witchuh Space ambition through my original poetic rendition;
Here I choose to LEAVE American washing machine sale ID demanding g-fag stalker puppeteer fools with satirical, physics-laced poem that critiques their systemic hurdles through a lens of cosmic math and orbital irony. I framed the verbiage to highlight the gap between ambition and earthly constraints, while respecting the science itself cause colonization of Space is actually easily doable if you deploy a secret weapon to pull it off called Mathematical Science..
“NASA Clown Odyssey in Partial Derivatives”
A poem by Stateless Warrior
(Puro Satire 2Mock G-fag Stalker Fucks who Qwack More Than Ducks!)
Let us define their system:
Let “t” = time since their Apollo’s last sigh (53 years, 7 months, ∞ regrets),
“Δv” = 6.1 km/s (lunar dreams ÷ bureaucratic MAGA FAG drag),
“F” = funding, asymptoting to zero as “t” → congressional election cycles.
Their joint ISS orbits at 400 km - a tin piss can twilight
Where Newton’s third law meets OSHA’s oversight.
Velocity: 7.66 km/s—fast enough to outrun
The ghosts of Saturn V, now rusting in the Jeff Bozo’d Floridian sun!
Q: If a station decays 2 cm/day in orbital altitude,
How many reboosts ’til former NAVY fag morale’s subjugated by magnitude?
A: See Appendix B: “Per diem toilet repairs ÷ cosmic ennui.”
(Yet astronauts still float, brewing folgers with sky-high TSP.)
The Moon, that smug pearl - hangs at 384,400 km—
A distance once conquered by slide rules and “vim”.
Now, Artemis fumbles with SLS’s “∂P/∂t” (political pressure),
While SpaceX snickers plotting Mars for good measure,
And Elon offering TESLA flight crew horses for blow job pleasure!
Consider the astronauts:
Bone density “∂ρ/∂t” = -1.5% per month (a calculus of atrophy),
Radiation doses = 300 mSv/yr (statistically, a future pathology).
“But fear not!” cry the mission logs, “We’ve got…
Kubrick-grade VR to simulate lunar rocks!”
Oh, the rocket equation’s Stateless Warrior’s cruel humor!
“Δv = Iₛₚ · g₀ · ln(m₀/m_f)” —yet no logarithm accounts
For the red tape coefficient (“β”), which throttles
The thrust of a nation that once aimed for “fucking bottle rockets”.
The Lagrange points yawn; Mars plots its elliptic taunt.
NASA’s budget: $25B/yr (a rounding error in Pentagon accounts).
“But soft!” says the GAO, “Your ROI’s just flags and tweets!”
As China’s Chang’e-6 whispers, “Y’all had a 50-year head start. Defeat.”
And what of the Van Allen belts?
(Those donut-shaped hells of proton rage, 1,000 km thick.)
Apollo dashed through in 4 hours—“heroic!”—
Now Americanos need waivers, diversity trainings, and a vegan snack pack.
So here’s to the engineers, crunching numbers in Houston’s glow,
Where “F = ma” collides with “Ctrl+Z” in congressional demo.
The Moon’s maria mock them, pockmarked and still,
As they linger in LEO, perfecting TikTok in zero-G — that!
Yet hope’s a hyperbolic orbit—never quite closing its curve.
Maybe in 2040 (or ‘50?), they’ll muster the nerve
To solve for “X”: “the will to transcend their myopia,”
And let Newtonian dreams eclipse Earth’s dystopia.
Stateless Tasteless Warrior DissCLAIMER;
My “Satire’s aim” (besides g-fag assholes) questions their poorly engineered systems, but I abstain from spitball’n the stars (not those of Hollywood ho, ho, whores!). NASA’s feats—Voyager’s whisper, their Americano Hubble’s eye, Perseverance’s grind—are transcendent. But the gap between “what is” and “what could be?” That’s a cosmic joke washing machine sale denying fools are stuck debugging while I am fat ass enemy pinchin bugg’n!
#NoFurtherComment
Mother fuck your government rat stalker staging you Armenian American bitch and your Latino g-faggot ass kisser manager! I’m glad I did not buy your fucked washing machine junk machine and from now on will make sure all I ever meet avoid Home Depot and go elsewhere!
Mother fuck your ID’ng to buy a piece of shit washing machine! Not renting, not financing, sure as fuck never borrow for Jack Shit!
You two g-faggot stooges hand me your fuckin ID’s next time you call one of my owned companies for anything or I will delete you stupid fuckers second you reg for an account!
Watch closely all I’m a pull to mother fuck your all sideways, your mother fucked children, parents, and fuckin grandchildren!
Party begins NOW and your filthy mother fuckin asses are my TARGET!
“Fuck Home Depot’s Orange G-Fag Apron!”
Stateless Warrior Satire Poem
Beneath the buzz of fluorescent glare,
Where tools and tiles scent stinky air,
There stands a clerk, with brows of stone—
A sentinel guarding his appliance throne,
As he stalks customers demanding ID show!
“A washing machine?” he sneers, eyes narrow,
As if I’d asked for Russian uranium to borrow.
“Your ID, NOW!” His voice — a decree,
“No spin cycle sans g-fag stalker bureaucracy!”
I blinked - bemused, and scratched my head—
“Since when do Maytags need proof you’re not dead?”
“It’s just a washer,” I meekly replied,
But he scoffed, arms crossed, his chest puffed with Nazi pride,
While demanding ID or no washing machine purchase ride!
“The law’s the law! You could be a spy,
Plotting to launder the stars from the sky!
Or worse—a “teenager”, keen to rebel,
Stockpiling lint traps to unleash LIVING hell!”
His name tag glowed: “Brock McThistle, Esq.”
A titan of paperwork, rigid and brisk.
He squinted demanding my license, cold and austere,
As though my birthdate might disappear in my bewildered stare!
“I need to know you’re “thirty”—and ID NOT forged,
What if this purchase leaves Heaven scourged?
I’ll need a blood sample, a retinal scan,
And a note from your mother to prove you’re a man!”
The aisles grew still; paint cans eavesdropped,
While ceiling fans whispered, “This fool sales clerk is overstocked!”
A garden hose snickered, coiled in its rack—
Even the hammers judged Sales Clerk’s attack.
Then lo! From on high (Appliances, Aisle 3),
A manager emerged, sipping Dunkin’ with glee.
“Don’t “Release” the machine, but let chaos reign!
The risk of clean underwear’s worth his new pain.”
Elated he yelled, full of senile spite:
Because in this day, I outsmarted this fool right,
As I gone elsewhere to git me a new washing machine,
So my socks will stay fresh, in sudsy rebellion,
While this sales fool stalks the aisles, labeling customers a felon!
Profile from folks buying light bulbs unscrewed—
“Are you qualified to handle wattage, dude?”
Oh, Sales Fool of Home Depot, your zeal’s overgrown…
Next time, I’ll just shop at Lowe’s without sales fools Alone!
(Stateless Warrior Satire, not spite—may all clerks be wise,
And washers spin freely, despite their FBI ties.)
Fact?
Home Depot does NOT have a policy where customers have to produce state issued ID’s before they shop there and that is illegal so I might sue these stupid fuckers for discrimination because in Stalkerfornia there is no specific law requiring stores to ID customers for all purchases, except for alcohol and tobacco — so when they subject you to it and you are paying fuckin CA$H clearly they are violating your rights to privacy and no mother fuckin out would take their side on this oxy moronic demand you identify yourself before you are allowed to purchase a stupid lame mother fucked washing machine you can buy every four city fuckin blocks somewhere so clear intent here to defraud in some way is exhibited by either bona fide store employee or g-fag plainclothes agent/s posing as one cause FBI Agents routinely use the cover of Uber cock sucking driver so this would not be unusual of a scenario for any g-faghot agent and or agency..
And all these stupid bitches got us Jack Fuckin Shit!
I knew something was amiss cause my AI which Inoersonakjy trained to monitor my vehicle repeatedly alerted me that its signal to my devices was being jammed so what I have already done being at all times one step ahead of these stupid stalker f-fag, veteran whore, and citizen stalker cocksuckers is acquire components to put together an ever more sophisticated AI vehicle monitoring system which — get this kids — is capable of capturing and running license plates of passing vehicles as they drive by but my DMV access in this stalker state is limited to vehicular data and not that of a driver but not so if yanked in Texas for example in which case data feast without yeast but you have to tip toe round federal laws cause Americano shit fuh brain club don’t like nobody knowing who they are…
Of course I am not here to assfuck their stalker
Protection laws just to pierce their veil for a data ass cap!
Enjoy my animation here where I made my image tumble in a washer but that is what I will do witchuh DMV records when I identify stalker hoes and their accomplice bro’s…
What would you say if Instated that your actual drivers license photo is accessible with a few keystrokes?
Would your stalker filthy asses believe that
No fantasies here just brutal reality that I will fuck you all sideways!
Without any g-fag enjoining… Heck, I see all their entries in real time including their Social Security Master Death Index my AI tracks stalkers until their actual physical deaths without three year lag you’z got.. Once tagged, they can’t move without me knowing it instantaneously…
Who am I?
The guy who can drive to a COB checkpoint and address everyone by full legal NAME as if I knew them for YEARS, walk into any FBI office and then discuss their agents financial issues as I go into vivid details of their high rental expenditures and would even be able To soft peek their agents TRW’s without leaving any digital footprints..
Of course that is illegal but so is fuckin stalking…
And if you had anything stead shit for fuckin brains you’d be able to do same going from ONKY actually physical location address of their assignment.. Their OPM records are maintained by data clowns..
Any limitations?
Absolutely NONE!
What about Russians?
Even dumber than American data beenkeepers…
Chinese?
Far more sophisticated than BOTH with their AI ONKY TWONDECADES AHEAD of American g-fag staging stalker clowns..
Any chance G-fags recruit me success?
Absolute zero!
I don’t keep company with idiots but part ways with all second they are on my radar..
What g-fags need to do to replenish their g-fag ranks?
Fuck their bitches more often like their Space Clown Elon who dreams of the moon but lacks the brains to ever colonize it! Currently STUCK in WaSHITon being just another g-fag pencil pusher while twerking to funnel his Corp’s billions in g-fag contracts (FAA) as he is running the EXPLOIT of their g-fag Systems under guise of overhaul… Very Basik V 1.0 in full compliance with the law as long as he gets the contract inked by his Uncle Sam who at this juncture he got in his pocket and uses his stupid ass to refuel his Soace Mother Rocket!
Thieves are always easy to $POT but are a diamond dozen cause all DOD CONTRACTS are constructed to do one single thing, milk the living $HIT out of government while they salute it posing as true patriots which by the way is why NAVY FAGS overpay for all vessels by ALMOST DOUBLE while getting shared with Oceanic steel junk which has no place in modern Open Water warfare where vessels are most vulnerable but will make great marine life fuck motels where fish can fuck ‘n spawn to replenish the Oceans again and again — after their multi hulled false sense of security foundation is turned into Swiss Cheese!
As a matter of fact, they suck at shipbuilding which is why it takes them more than double what it would take anyone else to accomplish… Pentagonian Swine are like Home Depot washing machine purchase blocking swine, all in cahoots while their Republican sinks from failed reboots!
And how far am I from Chinese, American, and Russian Governments in AI?
Decade and a half ahead of Chinese with nothing American and Russian Governments behind in DUST!
Will be rolling my own standalone AI apps but solidifying my casita build first and then will roll them out back to back with limitations imposed to ensure it cannot be deployed for criminally minded g-fags and civilians cause neither adheres to law but blatantly violates their own laws with impunity especially with their American DEW torture which they FAVOR because it leaves no visible dermal bruising..
Don’t try to “PAL” me unless you want your stupid heads bashed in…
Meanwhile; I mock your idiocy mathematically so you need a solid knowledge of Mathematics to get a laugh out of it as I say up ya’z witchuh Space ambition through my original poetic rendition;
Here I choose to LEAVE American washing machine sale ID demanding g-fag stalker puppeteer fools with satirical, physics-laced poem that critiques their systemic hurdles through a lens of cosmic math and orbital irony. I framed the verbiage to highlight the gap between ambition and earthly constraints, while respecting the science itself cause colonization of Space is actually easily doable if you deploy a secret weapon to pull it off called Mathematical Science..
“NASA Clown Odyssey in Partial Derivatives”
A poem by Stateless Warrior
(Puro Satire 2Mock G-fag Stalker Fucks who Qwack More Than Ducks!)
Let us define their system:
Let “t” = time since their Apollo’s last sigh (53 years, 7 months, ∞ regrets),
“Δv” = 6.1 km/s (lunar dreams ÷ bureaucratic MAGA FAG drag),
“F” = funding, asymptoting to zero as “t” → congressional election cycles.
Their joint ISS orbits at 400 km - a tin piss can twilight
Where Newton’s third law meets OSHA’s oversight.
Velocity: 7.66 km/s—fast enough to outrun
The ghosts of Saturn V, now rusting in the Jeff Bozo’d Floridian sun!
Q: If a station decays 2 cm/day in orbital altitude,
How many reboosts ’til former NAVY fag morale’s subjugated by magnitude?
A: See Appendix B: “Per diem toilet repairs ÷ cosmic ennui.”
(Yet astronauts still float, brewing folgers with sky-high TSP.)
The Moon, that smug pearl - hangs at 384,400 km—
A distance once conquered by slide rules and “vim”.
Now, Artemis fumbles with SLS’s “∂P/∂t” (political pressure),
While SpaceX snickers plotting Mars for good measure,
And Elon offering TESLA flight crew horses for blow job pleasure!
Consider the astronauts:
Bone density “∂ρ/∂t” = -1.5% per month (a calculus of atrophy),
Radiation doses = 300 mSv/yr (statistically, a future pathology).
“But fear not!” cry the mission logs, “We’ve got…
Kubrick-grade VR to simulate lunar rocks!”
Oh, the rocket equation’s Stateless Warrior’s cruel humor!
“Δv = Iₛₚ · g₀ · ln(m₀/m_f)” —yet no logarithm accounts
For the red tape coefficient (“β”), which throttles
The thrust of a nation that once aimed for “fucking bottle rockets”.
The Lagrange points yawn; Mars plots its elliptic taunt.
NASA’s budget: $25B/yr (a rounding error in Pentagon accounts).
“But soft!” says the GAO, “Your ROI’s just flags and tweets!”
As China’s Chang’e-6 whispers, “Y’all had a 50-year head start. Defeat.”
And what of the Van Allen belts?
(Those donut-shaped hells of proton rage, 1,000 km thick.)
Apollo dashed through in 4 hours—“heroic!”—
Now Americanos need waivers, diversity trainings, and a vegan snack pack.
So here’s to the engineers, crunching numbers in Houston’s glow,
Where “F = ma” collides with “Ctrl+Z” in congressional demo.
The Moon’s maria mock them, pockmarked and still,
As they linger in LEO, perfecting TikTok in zero-G — that!
Yet hope’s a hyperbolic orbit—never quite closing its curve.
Maybe in 2040 (or ‘50?), they’ll muster the nerve
To solve for “X”: “the will to transcend their myopia,”
And let Newtonian dreams eclipse Earth’s dystopia.
Stateless Tasteless Warrior DissCLAIMER;
My “Satire’s aim” (besides g-fag assholes) questions their poorly engineered systems, but I abstain from spitball’n the stars (not those of Hollywood ho, ho, whores!). NASA’s feats—Voyager’s whisper, their Americano Hubble’s eye, Perseverance’s grind—are transcendent. But the gap between “what is” and “what could be?” That’s a cosmic joke washing machine sale denying fools are stuck debugging while I am fat ass enemy pinchin bugg’n!
#NoFurtherComment
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