In response to someone in his chat saying that the Vantage rightfully destroyed him, he responds irately, I didn't get shit on. [She] has the bullet size of fucking Antarctica.

Of course, if you do not follow our national poet's recommendation, and unless you are a good parter as well, you cannot expect to fill your stables with first-class animals, as you will ascertain from Mr. Cox or Messrs. Blackman that they do not find them without difficulty, or without paying a good round sum for every clinker they add to their stud.

On April 30, 1871, a confederacy of Anglo-Americans, Mexican-Americans, and Tohono O'odhams murdered more than 100 western Apaches, mostly unarmed children and women […]

The wandering Arab never sets his tent Within her walls; the Shepherd eyes afar Her evil towers, and devious drives his flock.