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B is for Honesty (Political Ad)

what if all were honest? even our present-future or future-present leaders? what would that look like?



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  1. KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!

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  2. LMAO! "paid for by the 'tracy is a big meanie but vote for him anyways puny humans' coalition"

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  3. BUWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWWAWAWAWAWAAAAA I LOVE IT! (that is all i can say, tho i feel more than i said, *sigh* the language of these humans...so pathetic and incapable of properly relaying a feeling [2 b bak home with my ppl, where we communicate almost like bluetooth]. very cool video. and what if indeed, wat if all our political leaders were honest:

    1-The humans won't appreciate the honesty, they convince themselves that leaders are not human, so leaders don't lie. ha, ironic-the humans lie to themselves. [refer to the recent dissolving of the Integrity Committee or wateva they called it].

    2 - the cattle-like human doesn't see the "BIG PICTURE" so to get them onboard, for their own benefit...lie to them.

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