Clock Boy --=Back in the USA!

[dont-blameme]

why wvit I have no desire to build a clock, I buy mine at wally world!

[wvit1001]

evidently lots of people do build clocks since they have a very complete website of kits and parts.   do you think building clocks should be banned blammey?

[dont-blameme]

Do you think they should be wvit?

[wvit1001]

no.  how about you blammey who do you think?  or do you think at all?

[dont-blameme]

No I don't wvit unless they are muslim then it should be questioned why! Don't you agree wvit?

[sweetwater5s9]

he didn't invent anything, he built a clock.


He did not build a clock he and his father took one apart and put the parts in a case to look like a bomb...  Wise ass.

[wvit1001]

so the website selling clocks should research all their customers and identify the muslims before the sell them a kit?  how about all those clocks that walmart sells that could be converted to bomb triggers, should all stores have to research their customers before selling them a clock?

you such a moron blammey.

[wvit1001]

according to you do all clocks and pencil cases look like bombs sweaty?

[dont-blameme]

Some bombs look like people wvit, until they go off  can you deny that?

[sweetwater5s9]

Why do you think the school called the police, wvit?   Because it looked like a clock?  LOL...

[Mystic]

By the way - it does not matter where they are born and what citizenship they have - they are muslim first, second and last. And you can't tell good muslim (if there is such thing) from bad muslim.

It's best for non-muslim world to get rid of them, they have lots of muslim countries to chose from, plain and simple.

[wvit1001]

nativism all the way, huh mystic?



Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"