When I was a kid we did ice skating on a small pond. Nothing graceful like that I can tell you but it was fun all the same. A roaring fire on the bank with snacks to warm us and off we'd go again. Now I'm in my home town in Southern California again but when I lived in Nebraska, though it was often bitter cold and windy during the winter sometimes I'd find beauty in the winter. Nothing nice as this way too short video.
Oh, and black bitches be twerking and dry humping their guys on youtube. They have no class at all. Watching this I just had that comparison pop in my head.
That sounds like really nice memories, friend.
Except the twerking. Did you see the video where the nigger dancing with the sheboon was practically slamming her on the ground?
😑 We're all the same.
Yes, I've seen those monkey videos. Africans got some government grants to develop their own airplanes and totally wasted the money on a trash attempt.
First off, you can't develop an invention that's already developed, only improve on it. To do that, you first must understand the current technology and today it's so advanced it takes a corporation that hires highly educated engineers to make any advancement at all and aviation is at the stage where you need scientists and labs to delve into molecular structure and and alloy crystals to go much further in metallurgy to get progress and on into avionics computer systems.
The best those clowns could have hoped for was to develop a cheap easily manufactured simple airplane from current computer modeling. But no, they can't even figure out how to hook up a laptop to the internet.
Current technology of transportation, manufacturing, distribution and medicine is so far advanced these African nations can only hope to hire western contractors and technicians to run it all for them.
They all dream of escaping to Western nations which they instantly corrupt with their violent behavior.
If you could strip New York city of all it's non white residents with some sort of magic wand the crime rate would drop by 98% the next morning.
I'm sure you know, you're preaching to the choir.
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