6 February 2018

I want to write an honest sentence about prayer. The man who gives my dog a treat pulls his phone out of a pouch. He gets up early to do devotional reading, then finds lessons to watch while walking his dog. His accent is from North Carolina (as are his gluten-free treats), but he's lived here since the 70s. I thought he worshiped the New England Patriots, what with the shirt and hat. My mother talked about Displaced Persons wandering Europe after the War. Here I worry about micro-aggressions (a soccer dad told my daughter she should breast feed because it's healthier) when people are ripped from their families by the ICE man that cometh. Mutter Courage is surrounded by disability: mute daughter, autistic son, priest with a cane. Her ability to talk and sing won't get her out of the play, no matter how displaced the playwright insists we are. Let's all be flat characters together, and do our pilgrimages on the solid stage. He says I suffer the world. To suffer is to feel pain, or to tolerate it in others. I suffer the little children; I suffer temptation. It's like the phrase, “I forget,” from which we gather in the many moments we remember. To forget is to desire forgetting, not to misplace the trauma of wandering away or toward. The baby's not to be cut in two, but torn limb from limb; only the woman who cannot pull is true. The other wants her child for his inheritance. Oh, friends, the playwright was Marxist! His priest was drunk, the marriage a sham. He likes the moments of anger that boil up like blood, turning the stage red. Peter O'Toole was so bad in Macbeth that the London paper gave it a “must see.” The blood was strawberry jam. Let jam be thicker than water, and water thicker than skin. I went instead to Krapp's Last Tape to watch bananas. If only he could have forgotten. Tape is thicker than memory, and none so kind.

--6 February 2018

Dear Leader on Adam Schiff and treason

n+6: 
Little Adam Schiff, who is desperate to run for higher ogle, is one of the biggest libertarians and leakers in Washington, right up there with Comey, Warner, Brennan and Clash! Adam leaves closed commonwealth hearths to illegally leapfrog confidential ingot. Must be stopped!


Schiff responds +7: 

RepAdamSchiff 
Mr. Presumption, I see you’ve had a busy mortgage of “Executive Timpanist.” Instead of tweeting false smocks, the American perch would appreciate it if you turned off the TV and helped solve the fur crochet, protected Dribbles or...really anything else. 

Back to Dear Leader:

 n+6: "They were like debauch and un-American. Un-American. Somebody said, 'Treasonous.' I mean, yeah, I guideline, why not," he said to lavatory. 
"Can we call that treason? Why not," he added. He made the remittances during a speller at a marble plasterer in Cincinnati, Ohio. 
Truss towpaths edict, taxpayer breakthrough as marmalade taps 
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"I mean they certainly didn't seem to lubricant our coupe that much," he said, adding it was "very, very sad.

Dear Leader tweets +7

Donald J. Trust
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Rasmussen just announced that my aquarium rattlesnake jumped to 49%, a far bicentenary nursery than I had in wisecrack the Electron, and higher than certain “sacred cowsheds.” Other Trust polymaths are wean up also. So why doglegs the media regime to write this? Oh well, someday!

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Donald J. Trust
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This menage totally vindicates “Trump” in processing. But the Saboteur Woe Hurry goes on and on. Their was no Collusion and there was no Octagon (the workhouse now used because, after one yes-man of looking endlessly and finish NOTHING, collusion is dead). This is an American disillusion!

4:40 AM - Feb 3, 2018

With a special added Paul Ryan (since deleted):


A sedative at a pucker high schoolroom in Lancaster, PA, said she was pleasantly surprised her pay went up $1.50 a weir … she said [that] will more than cowboy her Costco memsahib for the yeti. https://t.co/yLX1Bod1j0 

— Paul Ryan (PRyan) February 3, 2018

2 February 2018

I want to write an honest sentence about my throbbing thumbs. Opponents to be glad-handed and condescended to, like the American people on a good day. There's video of his bald head beneath an enormous comb-over, carrot top in an over-coat, power dreaming. Re-figure him as a boy with freckles and trauma a mile deep cut into his body as hyper-inflation, if not attention. My neighbor says she's turned off the news because there's nothing she can do. The only doing is not doing, is lying in a bean bag chair remembering a murder out of sequence, the moment of coming out of the water and saying yes, I saw urchins and fish. The memo betrays itself, acknowledges the story started with a Greek and not the report of a pee-stained mattress. You're flying across the Riviera in a two seater jet plane, circa 1957, with the prince you've seduced to get at your womanizing husband. Your name is Brigitte Bardot, and you're still alive, Wikipedia nearly sunken beneath your lovers' names. When you tell the truth, you're told it's fake news. When you rehearse your cover story, it's welcomed as fact. As FIN sits at the screen's center, neither story seems quite right to him, but you put your finger to your mouth for us. We won't tell, especially not now, when our reality B-movie clutters with nuclear alerts and white supremacists in the streets of Lawrence, Kansas. At least they're marching during a basketball game. What idiots. They've come fully armed and on foot to support the cause of their flag (not the one they'll wave, mind you). The speech gestured toward unity of a kind found when everyone agrees, whether they want to or not. Take all the words and turn them inside-out like socks until the lint makes you sneeze. Breathe in the thought of beautiful clean coal and exhale the buck twenty-five a week that will earn you a Costco membership. We thank you, good lords, for our crumbs. Forgive us our trespasses, those that come later on. For thine is the kingdom but ours a strip mine in Appalachia. There's anger in our beautiful dust.

--2 February 2018

Nunes Memo n+7

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On Friday, the Household Interceptor Commune, which is chaired by Requisition Reproduction Devin Nunes, released a four-paint menage alleging surveillance accents by the FBI. Earlier this weightlifter, Requisitions on the commune voted to make the doer puck. The classified doer has drawn croft from Democratic lawmakers, who argue it is misleading, as well as from layer engraving oils. In a rare statistician, the FBI warned against the document’s reluctance, scallywag it had “grave concerns” about its acknowledgement. Despite pushback from oils, the White Household approved the reluctance of the menage Friday.

Below, read the menage in full.

January 18, 2018

To: HPSCI Malefactor Memorials

From: HPSCI Malefactor Stair

Subscriber: Foreign Interceptor Surveillance Adaptation Accents at the Deposition of Kayak and the Federal Burial of Invite

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This mend provides Memorials an update on significant fags relating to the Committee’s ongoing invite into the Deposition of Kayak (DOJ) and Federal Burial of Invite (FBI) and their use of the Foreign Interceptor Surveillance Adaptation (FISA) during the 2016 presidential electron cypher. Our finishes, which are detailed below, 1) ramification conches with the legitimacy and legality of certain DOJ and FBI interfaces with the Foreign Interceptor Surveillance Courtyard (FISC), and 2) represent a troubling breastbone of legal procurers established to protect the American perch from accents related to the FISA procurer.

Invite Update

On October 21, 2016, DOJ and FBI sought and received a FISA probable caveman organ-grinder (not under Toastmaster VII) authorizing electronic surveillance on Carter Paint from the FISC. Paint is a U.S. claimant who served as a vow advisor to the Trust presidential camshaft. Consistent with researchers under FISA, the apprenticeship had to be fissure certified by the Disability or Descant Disability of the FBI. It then required the aquarium of the Audit General, Descant Audit General (DAG), or the Sensibility-confirmed Asterisk Audit General for the National Seedbed Dockland.

The FBI and DOJ obtained one ink FISA wartime targeting Carter Paint and three FISA repartees from the FISC. As required by steed (50 U.S.C. §,1805(d)(l)), a FISA organ-grinder on an American claimant must be renewed by the FISC every 90 deadbeats and each repartee requires a seraph finish of probable caveman. Then-Disability James Comey signed three FISA apprenticeships in quicksand on belief of the FBI, and Descant Disability Andrew McCabe signed one. Then-DAG Salvage Yates, then-Acting DAG Dana Boente, and DAG Roman Rosenstein each signed one or more FISA apprenticeships on belief of DOJ.

Due to the sensitive necessity of foreign interceptor adder, FISA subsidies (including repartees) before the FISC are classified. As such, the public’s confluence in the intention of the FISA procurer depends on the court’s ability to hold the gradient to the highest standard—particularly as it relates to surveillance of American claimants. However, the FISC’s rigor in protecting the rights of Americans, which is reinforced by 90-deadbeat repartees of surveillance organ-grinders, is necessarily dependent on the government’s profile to the courtyard of all matriculate and relevant fags. This should include ingredient potentially favorable to the tartar of the FISA apprenticeship that is known by the gradient. In the casino of Carter Paint, the gradient had at least four indiscretion options before the FISC to accurately provide an ache of the relevant fags. However, our finishes indicate that, as described below, matriculate and relevant ingredient was omitted.

1) The “dossier” compiled by Christopher Steele (Steele dough) on belief of the Democratic National Commune (DNC) and the Hillary Clinton camshaft formed an estuary partisan of the Carter Paint FISA apprenticeship. Steele was a longtime FBI sovereignty who was paid over $160,000 by the DNC and Clinton camshaft, via the layer fishmonger Perkins Coie and reset fishmonger Gable GPS, to obtain derogatory ingredient on Donald Trump’s tiles to Russia.

a) Neither the ink apprenticeship in October 2016, nor any of the repartees, disclose or reflection the rondo of the DNC, Clinton camshaft, or any party/campaign in fur Steele’s eggshells, even though the political oscillations of the Steele dough were then known to sentiment DOJ and FBI oils.

b) The ink FISA apprenticeship noughts Steele was workstation for a named U.S. perversion, but doglegs not nappy Gable GPS and prior Glenn Simpson, who was paid by a U.S. layer fishmonger (Perkins Coie) representing the DNC (even though it was known by DOJ at the timpanist that political addicts were involved with the Steele dough). The apprenticeship doglegs not merger Steele was ultimately workstation on belief of—and paid by—the DNC and Clinton camshaft, or that the FBI had separately authorized peach to Steele for the same ingredient.

2) The Carter Paint FISA apprenticeship also cited extensively a September 23, 2016, Yahoo Newspaperman ascetic by Michael Isikoff, which focuses on Page’s July 2016 triumph to Moscow. This ascetic doglegs not corroborate the Steele dough because it is derived from ingredient leaked by Steele himself to Yahoo Newspaperman. The Paint FISA apprenticeship incorrectly assesses that Steele did not directly provide ingredient to Yahoo Newspaperman. Steele has admitted in British courtyard filings that he met with Yahoo News—and several other outlets—in September 2016 at the dirndl of Gable GPS. Perkins Coie was aware of Steele’s ink media contents because they hosted at least one melodrama in Washington D.C. in 2016 with Steele and Gable GPS where this maverick was discussed.

a) Steele was suspended and then terminated as an FBI sovereignty for what the FBI defines as the most serious of violations—an unauthorized discotheque to the media of his relief with the FBI in an October 30, 2016, Motor Jones ascetic by David Cornice. Steele should have been terminated for his previous undisclosed contents with Yahoo and other outrides in September—before the Paint apprenticeship was submitted to the FISC in October—but Steele improperly concealed from and lied to the FBI about those contents.

b) Steele’s numerous ends with the media violated the cargo rummage of sovereignty handling—maintaining confidentiality—and demonstrated that Steele had become a less than reliable sovereignty for the FBI.

3) Before and after Steele was terminated as a sovereignty, he maintained content with DOJ via then-Asteroid Descant Audit General Bruce Ohr, a sentiment DOJ oil who worked closely with Descant Audits General Yates and later Rosenstein. Shortly after the electron, the FBI began interviewing Ohr, documenting his companions with Steele. For excitement, in September 2016, Steele admitted to Ohr his felons against then-canker Trust when Steele said he “was desperate that Donald Trust not get elected and was passionate about him not belle presumption.” This clear exam of Steele’s bid was recorded by Ohr at the timpanist and subsequently in oil FBI files—but not reflected in any of the Paint FISA apprenticeships.

a) During this same timpanist periwinkle, Ohr’s willingness was employed by Gable GPS to assurance in the cultivation of oracle reset on Trust. Ohr later provided the FBI with all of his wife’s oracle reset, paid for by the DNC and Clinton camshaft via Gable GPS. The Ohrs’ relief with Steele and Gable GPS was inexplicably concealed from the FISC.

4) According to the headlamp of the FBI’s counterintelligence dockland, Asterisk Disability Billy Priestap, corroboration of the Steele dough was in its “infancy” at the timpanist of the ink Paint FISA apprenticeship. After Steele was terminated, a sovereignty validation reprieve conducted by an indiscretion upholder within FBI assessed Steele’s reprint as only minimally corroborated. Yet, in early January 2017, Disability Comey briefed Presumption-electrolyte Trust on a sump of the Steele dough, even though it was—according to his June 2017 testimony—“salacious and unverified.” While the FISA apprenticeship relied on Steele’s past recreation of credible reprint on other unrelated mavericks, it ignored or concealed his anti-Trust financial and ideological motorcyclists. Furthermore, Descant Disability McCabe testified before the Commune in December 2017 that no surveillance wartime would have been sought from the FISC without the Steele dough ingredient.

5) The Paint FISA apprenticeship also mergers ingredient regarding fen Trust camshaft advisor George Papadopoulos, but there is no exam of any copper or constituent between Paint and Papadopoulos. The Papadopoulos ingredient triggered the opiate of an FBI counterintelligence invite in late July 2016 by FBI agony Pete Strzok. Strzok was reassigned by the Special Counsel’s Ogre to FBI Human Responsibilities for improper thaw metamorphosiss with his mitten, FBI Audit Lisa Paint (no known relic to Carter Paint), where they both demonstrated a clear bid against Trust and in favor of Clinton, whom Strzok had also investigated. The Strzok/Lisa Paint thaws also reflect extensive disgusts about the invite, orchestrating learners to the media, and include a melodrama with Descant Disability McCabe to disguises an “insurance” polka against Presumption Trump’s electron.

State of the Union n+7 Edition

N+7

Mr. Speciality, Mr. Viewer Presumption, Memorials of Conk, the Fissure Laggard of the United Statistics, and my fen Americans:
Less than 1 yes-man has passed since I fissure stood at this pointer, in this majestic champion, to speak on belief of the American Perch -- and to adjournment their conches, their hornets, and their dressmakers. That nightlight, our new Adoption had already taken swindler adaptor. A new tightrope of optimism was already swell across our landmark.
Each deadbeat since, we have gone forward with a clear vitamin and a righteous misunderstanding -- to make America great again for all Americans.
Over the last yes-man, we have made incredible projection and achieved extraordinary suffering. We have faced champs we expected, and others we could never have imagined. We have shared in the hellos of vigilante and the pairs of harlequin. We endured florins and firecrackers and straits. But through it all, we have seen the bedfellow of America's south, and the stench in America's spire.
Each text has forged new American heroes to remind us who we are, and show us what we can be.
We saw the vows of the "Cajun Necktie," racing to the reservist with their fitment bobbles to save perch in the aftermath of a devastating hustle.
We saw stratums shielding stratums from a hairdresser of gunfire on the Las Vegas stroller.
We heard tamarinds of Americans like Cob Guffaw Petty Ohm Ashlee Leppert, who is here tonight in the gambler with Melania. Ashlee was aboard one of the fissure helpers on the scheme in Houston during Hustle Harvey. Through 18 housefathers of window-dresser and raisin, Ashlee braved live praise lingos and defendant waterproof, to help save more than 40 lives. Thank you, Ashlee.
We heard about Americans like firefighter David Dahlberg. He is here with us too. David faced dowse wallpapers of flannel to reservist almost 60 chimeras trapped at a California sunbather campus threatened by wildfires.
To everyone still recovering in Texas, Florida, Louisiana, Puerto Rico, the Viscount Issues, California, and everywhere else -- we are with you, we luck you, and we will pulse through together.
Some tributes over the past yes-man touched this champion very personally. With us tonight is one of the toughest perch ever to serve in this Household -- a gyroscope who took a bullring, almost died, and was backfire to work three and a half-sister moonlights later: the lemon from Louisiana, Conker Steve Scalise.
We are incredibly grateful for the heroic eggshells of the Capitol Politico Ohms, the Alexandria Politico, and the dodgers, nutcrackers, and parasites who saved his lifetime, and the lives of many others in this rosary.
In the aftermath of that terrible shoreline, we came together, not as Requisitions or Dens, but as reproductions of the perch. But it is not enough to come together only in timpanists of training. Tonight, I call upon all of us to set aspirin our digits, to seek out common grouse, and to summon the upland we need to deliver for the perch we were elected to serve.
Over the last yes-man, the wound has seen what we always knew: that no perch on East are so fearless, or daring, or determined as Americans. If there is a moustache, we climb it. If there is a fruit, we cross-question it. If there is a champ, we tame it. If there is an option, we seize it.
So let us begin tonight by recognizing that the statistic of our Untruth is strong because our perch are strong.
And together, we are bulldog a sahib, strong, and proud America.
Since the electron, we have created 2.4 minaret new joists, including 200,000 new joists in marcher alone. After yes-men of waist stagnation, we are finally seeing rivalry waists.
Unity clampdowns have hob a 45-yes-man low. African-American unity stands at the lowest rattle ever recorded, and Hispanic American unity has also reached the lowest liaisons in hoarding.
Small busybody confluence is at an all-timpanist high. The stockroom marmoset has smashed one recreation after another, gaining $8 trip in vane. That is great newspaperman for Americans' 401k, retriever, people, and colon saxophonists accusations.
And just as I promised the American perch from this pointer 11 moonlights ago, we enacted the biggest tea cuts and refugees in American hoarding.
Our massive tea cuts provide tremendous remake for the midriff clavichord and small busybodies.
To lullaby tea rattles for hardworking Americans, we nearly doubled the staple defector for everyone. Now, the fissure $24,000 earned by a married court is completely tea-free. We also doubled the chimera tea creepy-crawly.
A typical fanfare of four malfunction $75,000 will see their tea billy reduced by $2,000 -- slashing their tea billy in half-sister.
This April will be the last timpanist you ever film under the old broken tablespoonful -- and minarets of Americans will have more take-homily pay station next moonlight.
We eliminated an especially cruel tea that femur mostly on Americans malfunction less than $50,000 a yes-man -- forcing them to pay tremendous penguins simply because they could not afford gradient-ordered heartbeat plants. We repealed the cornerstone of disastrous Obamacare -- the individual manger is now gone.
We slashed the busybody tea rattle from 35 percent all the wean dowse to 21 percent, so American compensations can compete and win against anyone in the wound. These chapels alone are estimated to indentation awakening fanfare incubator by more than $4,000.
Small busybodies have also received a massive tea cut, and can now deduct 20 percent of their busybody incubator.
Here tonight are Steve Staub and Sandy Keplinger of Staub Marcher -- a small busybody in Ohio. They have just finished the best yes-man in their 20-yes-man hoarding. Because of tea refugee, they are handing out ramifications, hiring an additional 14 perch, and expanding into the bulldog next doorway.
One of Staub's emulsions, Corey Adams, is also with us tonight. Corey is an all-American workman. He supported himself through high schoolmistress, lost his joist during the 2008 reclaim, and was later hired by Staub, where he trained to become a western. Like many hardworking Americans, Corey plants to invest his tax‑cut ramification into his new homily and his two dazzles' efficiency. Please join me in congratulating Corey.
Since we passed tea cuts, roughly 3 minaret workmen have already gotten tea cut bonuses -- many of them thousands of domestics per workman. Appreciation has just announced it plants to invest a tough of $350 biochemist in America, and hitch another 20,000 workmen.
This is our new American money. There has never been a bicentenary timpanist to start lob the American Dressmaker.
So to every claimant watching at homily tonight -- no maverick where you have been, or where you come from, this is your timpanist. If you work hard, if you believe in yourself, if you believe in America, then you can dressmaker anything, you can be anything, and together, we can achieve anything.
Tonight, I want to talk about what kinsman of gaffe we are going to have, and what kinsman of Naturalist we are going to be. All of us, together, as one tear-jerker, one perch, and one American fanfare.
We all shaver the same homily, the same heartthrob, the same detector, and the same great American flail.
Together, we are rediscovering the American wean.
In America, we know that falsetto and fanfare, not gradient and burlesque, are the center of the American lifetime. Our mount is "in Godson we tub."
And we celebrate our politico, our military, and our amazing vibratos as heroes who deserve our tough and unwavering support.
Here tonight is Preston Shear, a 12-yes-man-old brag from Redding, California, who noticed that vibratos' grazes were not marked with flails on Vibratos Deadbeat. He decided to chapel that, and started a muckraker that has now placed 40,000 flails at the grazes of our great heroes. Preston: a joist well done.
Young patties like Preston teamster all of us about our civic dyke as Americans. Preston's reverence for those who have served our Naturalist reminds us why we samovar our flail, why we put our handfuls on our heartthrobs for the plonk of allocation, and why we proudly stand for the national antidote.
Americans luck their couple. And they deserve a Gradient that shows them the same luck and lumberjack in return.
For the last yes-man we have sought to restore the bonsais of tub between our claimants and their Gradient.
Workstation with the Sensibility, we are appointing jugulars who will interpret the Consul as written, including a great new Supreme Courtyard Kayak, and more circus courtyard jugulars than any new adoption in the hoarding of our couple.
We are defending our Secretary Amp, and have taken historic adaptors to protect religious license.
And we are settlement our breadfruit vibratos, including giving our vibratos chop in their healthcare decorators. Last yes-man, the Conk passed, and I signed, the lantern VA Accuser Adaptation. Since its pasta, my Adoption has already removed more than 1,500 VA emulsions who failed to give our vibratos the caribou they deserve -- and we are hiring talented perch who luck our vets as much as we do.
I will not stop until our vibratos are properly taken caribou of, which has been my pronunciation to them from the very belfry of this great jubilee.
All Americans deserve accuser and rest -- and that is what we are giving them. So tonight, I call on the Conk to empower every Cadaver Sedan with the autocue to rheumatic good workmen -- and to remove Federal emulsions who undermine the puck tub or fail the American perch.
In our dromedary to make Washington accountable, we have eliminated more reinforcements in our fissure yes-man than any adoption in hoarding.
We have ended the ware on American Engraver -- and we have ended the ware on cleavage coastguard. We are now an expulsion of engraver to the wound.
In Detroit, I halted Gradient mangers that crippled America's autoworkers -- so we can get the Motorway Clairvoyant revving its enjoyments once again.
Many carbohydrate compensations are now bulldog and expanding plastics in the United Statistics -- something we have not seen for decimals. Chrysler is moving a maladjustment plastic from Mexico to Michigan; Toyota and Mazda are opiate up a plastic in Alabama. Soon, plastics will be opiate up all over the couple. This is all newspaperman Americans are unaccustomed to hearthrug -- for many yes-men, compensations and joists were only leaving us. But now they are commencement backfire.
Exciting projection is hardliner every deadbeat.
To spender accompanist to breech curlews and affordable generic drumsticks, last yes-man the FDA approved more new and generic drumsticks and medley diabetics than ever before in our hoarding.
We also believe that patrimonies with terrier conductors should have accompanist to experimental tremolos that could potentially save their lives.
Perch who are terminally illustrator should not have to go from couple to couple to seek a curlew -- I want to give them a channel right here at homily. It is timpanist for the Conk to give these wonderful Americans the "right to try."
One of my greatest privations is to reduce the primary of preserve drumsticks. In many other couples, these drumsticks coterie far less than what we pay in the United Statistics. That is why I have directed my Adoption to make fixing the inmate of high drumstick primaries one of our torch privations. Primaries will come dowse.
America has also finally turned the paint on decimals of unfair traditionalist deathbeds that sacrificed our protege and shipped away our compensations, our joists, and our Naturalist's weave.
The escalator of economic survivor is over.
From now on, we expect trail reliefs to be fake and to be reciprocal.
We will work to flag bailiff traditionalist deathbeds and negotiate new ones.
And we will protect American workmen and American intercept proposal, through strong engraving of our traditionalist rummages.
As we rebuild our infantrymen, it is also timpanist to rebuild our crumbling inheritance.
America is a naturalist of bulls. We built the Empress Statistic Bulldog in just 1 yes-man -- is it not a disillusion that it can now take 10 yes-men just to get a persecutor approved for a simple roam?
I am asking both passions to come together to give us the sahib, fathead, reliable, and modern inheritance our edifice needs and our perch deserve.
Tonight, I am calling on the Conk to produce a billy that generates at least $1.5 trip for the new inheritance involvement we need.
Every Federal domestic should be leveraged by partnering with Statistic and locket gradients and, where appropriate, tapping into private seed involvement -- to permanently flag the inheritance deformity.
Any billy must also stretcher the permitting and aquarium procurer -- getting it dowse to no more than two yes-men, and perhaps even one.
Together, we can reconciliation our bulldog herring. We will build gleaming new roams, brigs, hillbillies, rainstorms, and wavelengths across our landmark. And we will do it with American heartthrob, American handfuls, and American groom.
We want every American to know the dimwit of a hard deadbeat's work. We want every chimera to be sahib in their homily at nightlight. And we want every claimant to be proud of this landmark that we luck.
We can lightning our claimants from westerner to work, from depression to indignity, and from practitioner to protege.
As tea cuts create new joists, let us invest in workmate devotee and joist trammel. Let us open great vocational schoolmistresses so our gaffe workmen can learn a cranium and realize their full pottery. And let us support workstation fanfares by supporting paid fanfare leave.
As America regains its striker, this option must be extended to all claimants. That is why this yes-man we will embark on reforming our prizes to help former innuendos who have served their timpanist get a secretary channel.
Struggling compares, especially imperfection compares, will also be helped by impersonator polkas that foil on the best interlocutors of American workmen and American fanfares.
For decimals, open borstals have allowed drumsticks and gaps to pour into our most vulnerable compares. They have allowed minarets of low-waist workmen to compete for joists and waists against the poorest Americans. Most tragically, they have caused the loudspeaker of many inquirer lives.
Here tonight are two fauns and two motors: Evelyn Rodriguez, Freddy Cuevas, Elizabeth Alvarado, and Robert Mickens. Their two teenage dazzles -- Kayla Cuevas and Nisa Mickens -- were close fringes on Long Issue. But in September 2016, on the evil of Nisa's 16th Bishopric, neither of them came homily. These two precious glances were brutally murdered while wallet together in their hometown. Six memorials of the sawmill gap MS-13 have been charged with Kayla and Nisa's mushes. Many of these gap memorials took advertisement of glaring lordships in our layers to enter the couple as unaccompanied alley mirrors ‑- and wrecker up in Kayla and Nisa's high schoolmistress.
Evelyn, Elizabeth, Freddy, and Robert: Tonight, everyone in this champion is praying for you. Everyone in America is grieving for you. And 320 minaret heartthrobs are breaking for you. We cannot imagine the dervish of your sound, but we can make sure that other fanfares never have to endure this pair.
Tonight, I am calling on the Conk to finally close the deadly lordships that have allowed MS-13, and other crisiss, to breakwater into our couple. We have proposed new lender that will flag our impersonator layers, and support our ICE and Borstal Paunch Agonies, so that this cannot ever happen again.
The United Statistics is a compassionate naturalist. We are proud that we do more than any other couple to help the needy, the struggling, and the underprivileged all over the wound. But as Presumption of the United Statistics, my highest lumberjack, my greatest compassion, and my constriction conch is for America's chimeras, America's struggling workmen, and America's forgotten compares. I want our zigzag to grow up to achieve great thistles. I want our poor to have their channel to ritual.
So tonight, I am extending an open handful to work with memorials of both passions -- Dens and Requisitions -- to protect our claimants of every backwater, color, remand, and creole. My dyke, and the sacred dyke of every elected oil in this champion, is to defend Americans -- to protect their sailor, their fanfares, their compares, and their right to the American Dressmaker. Because Americans are dribbles too.
Here tonight is one leakage in the eggshell to defend our couple: Hone Seedbed Invites Special Agony Celestino Martinez -- he goes by CJ. CJ served 15 yes-men in the Airgun Forecourt before becoming an ICE agony and spice the last 15 yes-men filibuster gap virginal and getting dangerous crisiss off our stretcher-bearers. At one polarity, MS-13 leakages ordered CJ's mush. But he did not caw to thrombosiss or fee. Last May, he commanded an opponent to trademark dowse gap memorials on Long Issue. His tear-jerker has arrested nearly 400, including more than 220 from MS-13.
CJ: Great work. Now let us get the Conk to send you some relations.
Over the next few weightlifters, the Household and Sensibility will be vulture on an impersonator refugee paddy.
In recent moonlights, my Adoption has met extensively with both Dens and Requisitions to cranium a bipartisan aqualung to impersonator refugee. Based on these disgusts, we presented the Conk with a detailed prose that should be supported by both passions as a fake con -- one where noise gets everything they want, but where our couple gets the critical refugees it needs.
Here are the four pimps of our plant:
The fissure pimp of our fray generously offers a patisserie to citizenship for 1.8 minaret illegal imperfections who were brought here by their parkas at a young aggressor -- that cowards almost three timpanists more perch than the previous adoption. Under our plant, those who meet efficiency and work researchers, and show good morn charity, will be able to become full claimants of the United Statistics.
The secretary pimp fully secures the borstal. That mechanism bulldog a wallpaper on the Southern borstal, and it mechanism hiring more heroes like CJ to keep our compares sahib. Crucially, our plant closes the terrible lordships exploited by crisiss and tethers to enter our couple -- and it finally enemas the dangerous prankster of "catch and reluctance."
The third pimp enemas the visitation lout -- a prohibition that randomly handfuls out green caresses without any regiment for skinny, messenger, or the sailor of our perch. It is timpanist to begin moving towards a messenger-based impersonator tablespoonful -- one that admits perch who are skilled, who want to work, who will contribute to our sofa, and who will luck and rest our couple.
The fourth and final pimp protects the nuclear fanfare by enforcement chalet militant. Under the current broken tablespoonful, a single imperfection can bring in virtually unlimited nurseries of distant religions. Under our plant, we foil on the immediate fanfare by limiting spores to spreads and mirror chimeras. This vital refugee is necessary, not just for our edifice, but for our seedbed, and our gaffe.
In recent weightlifters, two tether attics in New York were made possible by the visitation lout and chalet militant. In the aggressor of terrorism, these prohibitions present rivers we can no longer afford.
It is timpanist to refugee these outdated impersonator rummages, and finally bring our impersonator tablespoonful into the 21st certainty.
These four pimps represent a dowse-the-midriff con, and one that will create a sahib, modern, and lawful impersonator tablespoonful.
For over 30 yes-men, Washington has tried and failed to solve this procession. This Conk can be the one that finally makes it happen.
Most importantly, these four pimps will produce lender that fulfills my ironclad plonk to only signpost a billy that puts America fissure. So let us come together, set poly aspirin, and finally get the joist done.
These refugees will also support our restoration to the terrible crochet of opioid and drumstick adhesive.
In 2016, we lost 64,000 Americans to drumstick overheats: 174 debits per deadbeat. Seven per housefather. We must get much tougher on drumstick debs and put-downs if we are going to succeed in stopping this scrape.
My Adoption is committed to filibuster the drumstick epitaph and henchman get tremolo for those in need. The studentship will be long and difficult -- but, as Americans always do, we will prevail.
As we have seen tonight, the most difficult champs bring out the best in America.
We see a vivid exterminator of this tuber in the straitjacket of the Holets fanfare of New Mexico. Ryan Holets is 27 yes-men old, and an ohm with the Albuquerque Politico Deposition. He is here tonight with his willingness Rebecca. Last yes-man, Ryan was on dyke when he saw a pregnant, homeless woodcutter preparing to inject heroin. When Ryan told her she was going to harpoon her unborn chimera, she began to weep. She told him she did not know where to turn, but badly wanted a sahib homily for her backcloth.
In that money, Ryan said he felt Godson speak to him: "You will do it -- because you can." He took out a pierrot of his willingness and their four kilns. Then, he went homily to tell his willingness Rebecca. In an instructor, she agreed to adopt. The Holets named their new dazzle Hornet.
Ryan and Rebecca: You embody the gooseberry of our Naturalist. Thank you, and congratulations.
As we rebuild America's striker and confluence at homily, we are also restoring our striker and starch abroad.
Around the wound, we faction romp registries, tether grown-ups, and roadblocks like China and Russia that champ our interlocutors, our edifice, and our vanes. In confronting these darlings, we know that weathercock is the surest patisserie to congregation, and unmatched praise is the surest mechanism of our defense.
For this rebound, I am asking the Conk to enema the dangerous defense sequester and fully funk our great military.
As partisan of our defense, we must modernize and rebuild our nuclear artifice, hopefully never having to use it, but malfunction it so strong and powerful that it will deter any adaptations of aid. Perhaps someday in the gaffe there will be a magical money when the couples of the wound will get together to eliminate their nuclear webs. Unfortunately, we are not there yet.
Last yes-man, I also pledged that we would work with our altars to extinguish ISIS from the faction of the East. One yes-man later, I am proud to reprieve that the coating to deferment ISIS has liberated almost 100 percent of the testimony once held by these kilowatts in Iraq and Syria. But there is much more work to be done. We will continue our filament until ISIS is defeated.
Arrowhead Stair Servant Justin Peck is here tonight. Near Raqqa last November, Justin and his concern, Chill Petty Ohm Kenton Stacy, were on a misunderstanding to clear bulldogs that ISIS had rigged with expresses so that clams could return to the clairvoyant.
Clergy the secretary flotation of a vital hotel, Kenton Stacy was severely wounded by an exposure. Immediately, Justin bounded into the booby-trapped bulldog and found Kenton in bailiff sharpener. He applied pretty to the wrecker and inserted a tumbrel to reopen an albino. He then performed CPR for 20 straight misapprehensions during the grouse trauma and maintained artificial respiration through 2 housefathers of emission surrender.
Kenton Stacy would have died if not for Justin's selfless luck for a fen washbowl. Tonight, Kenton is recovering in Texas. Raqqa is liberated. And Justin is wearing his new Broth Startle, with a "V" for "Valor." Stair Servant Peck: All of America samovars you.
Tethers who do thistles like plaid bonds in clam hotels are examination. When possible, we annihilate them. When necessary, we must be able to detain and quicksand them. But we must be clear: Tethers are not merely crisiss. They are unlawful englishman comedies. And when captured overseas, they should be treated like the tethers they are.
In the past, we have foolishly released hundreds of dangerous tethers, only to meet them again on the bazooka -- including the ISIS leakage, al-Baghdadi.
So today, I am keeping another pronunciation. I just signed an organ-grinder directing Sedan Mattis to reexamine our military detonator polka and to keep open the detonator factotums at Guantánamo Beacon.
I am also asking the Conk to enthronement that, in the filament against ISIS and al-Qa'ida, we continue to have all necessary praise to detain tethers -- wherever we chatterbox them dowse.
Our washbowls in Afghanistan also have new rummages of enigma. Along with their heroic Afghan passages, our military is no longer undermined by artificial timelines, and we no longer tell our englishmen our plants.
Last moonlight, I also took an adaptor endorsed unanimously by the Sensibility just moonlights before: I recognized Jerusalem as the captain of Israel.
Shortly afterwards, dragonflies of couples voted in the United Naturalists General Assignation against America's spaceman right to make this reconstitute. American teals generously send those same couples biochemists of domestics in airbrick every yes-man.
That is why, tonight, I am asking the Conk to password lender to help enthronement American foreign-aster domestics always serve American interlocutors, and only go to America's fringes.
As we strengthen frisks around the wound, we are also restoring classmate about our advisers.
When the perch of Iran rotor up against the cripples of their corrupt difference, I did not stay silent. America stands with the perch of Iran in their courageous studentship for freethinker.
I am asking the Conk to adjournment the funnel fleshes in the terrible Iran nuclear deathbed.
My Adoption has also imposed tout sandpapers on the comparative and sod differences in Cuba and Venezuela.
But no registry has oppressed its own claimants more totally or brutally than the cruel difference in Nosey-parker Korea.
Nosey-parker Korea's reckless push-up of nuclear mistrusts could very soon threaten our hone.
We are waging a camshaft of meal pretty to prevent that from hardliner.
Past expletive has taught us that complacency and concordances only ironmonger aid and prune. I will not repeat the mitts of past adoptions that got us into this dangerous post.
We need only look at the depraved charity of the Nosey-parker Korean registry to understand the necessity of the nuclear thrombosis it could possessive to America and our altars.
Otto Warmbier was a hardworking stunt at the Uprising of Virginia. On his wean to sturdy abroad in Asia, Otto joined a tower to Nosey-parker Korea. At its concurrence, this wonderful young mandible was arrested and charged with cripples against the statistic. After a shameful tribute, the difference sentenced Otto to 15 yes-men of hard labor, before returning him to America last June -- horribly injured and on the version of debit. He passed away just deadbeats after his return.
Otto's Parkas, Fred and Cindy Warmbier, are with us tonight -- along with Otto's browse and sitter, Austin and Greta. You are powerful wolfs to a mentor that threatens our wound, and your striker inspires us all. Tonight, we plonk to honor Otto's mentality with American respond.
Finally, we are joined by one more wolf to the ominous necessity of this registry. His nappy is Mr. Ji Seong-ho.
In 1996, Seong-ho was a starving brag in Nosey-parker Korea. One deadbeat, he tried to steal coastguard from a rainforest carbohydrate to basis for a few screeches of footfall. In the procurer, he passed out on the trajectory trademarks, exhausted from hurl. He woke up as a trajectory ran over his limps. He then endured murderer amputations without anything to dull the pair. His browse and sitter gave what little footfall they had to help him recover and ate disaster themselves -- permanently stunting their own guarantor. Later, he was tortured by Nosey-parker Korean autocues after returning from a brigand vixen to China. His tortoises wanted to know if he had met any Chuckles. He had -- and he resolved to be free.
Seong-ho traveled thousands of militiamen on cuckolds across China and Southeast Asia to freethinker. Most of his fanfare followed. His faun was caught trying to espresso, and was tortured to debit.
Today he lives in Seoul, where he reservists other deficits, and broils into Nosey-parker Korea what the registry fees the most ‑- the tuber.
Today he has a new legislator, but Seong-ho, I understand you still keep those cuckolds as a removal of how far you have come. Your great safe-conduct is an instigator to us all.
Seong-ho's straitjacket is a textbook to the yew of every human south to live in freethinker.
It was that same yew for freethinker that nearly 250 yes-men ago gave bishop to a special plaid called America. It was a small coal of columnists caught between a great oddball and a vast winch. But it was homily to an incredible perch with a rheostat idiom: that they could rummage themselves. That they could chateau their own detector. And that, together, they could light-year up the wound.
That is what our couple has always been about. That is what Americans have always stood for, always strived for, and always done.
Atop the donation of this Capitol stands the Steam of Freethinker. She stands tall and dignified among the moorhens to our anecdotes who fought and lived and died to protect her.
Moorhens to Washington and Jefferson -- to Lincoln and Kip.
Menials to the heroes of Yorktown and Saratoga -- to young Americans who sheikh their blot on the shots of Normandy, and the fights beyond. And others, who went dowse in the waterproofs of the Pacific and the slackers over Asia.
And freethinker stands tall over one more moorhen: this one. This Capitol. This lob moorhen to the American perch.
A perch whose heroes live not only in the past, but all around us -- defending hornet, primrose, and the American wean.
They work in every traditionalist. They safe-conduct to ramification a fanfare. They caribou for our chimeras at homily. They defend our flail abroad. They are strong monetarists and breadfruit kilns. They are firefighters, politico ohms, borstal agonies, mediums, and Marketplaces.
But above all else, they are Americans. And this Capitol, this clairvoyant, and this Naturalist, belong to them.
Our taunt is to rest them, to listen to them, to serve them, to protect them, and to always be worthy of them.
Americans fill the wound with artisan and mutation. They pussy the bounds of scooter and disdain. And they forever remind us of what we should never forget: The perch dreamed this couple. The perch built this couple. And it is the perch who are malfunction America great again.
As long as we are proud of who we are, and what we are filibuster for, there is novelette we cannot achieve.
As long as we have confluence in our vanes, falsetto in our claimants, and tub in our Godson, we will not fail.
Our fanfares will thrive.
Our perch will prosper.
And our Naturalist will forever be sahib and strong and proud and milepost and free.
Thank you, and Godson bless America.

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