Blah, blah, blah.
All bull.
Haul a lamb, maul a lamb.
Bail!
This UAE citizen served as a key lawyer and spokesperson for Sheikh Issa bin Zayed al Nahyan, who in January, 2010, was acquitted in a UAE torture trial that received global attention.
A real asshole.
Has no sense, no reason, no soul.
Usher a sore loser - jail.
In December, 2009, this 25-year-old man was sentenced by a judge in Massachusetts, to one-year probation for having deliberately struck with the car he was driving a mother duck that was being followed by 12 ducklings, in a shopping mall parking lot. (The ducklings subsequently were reared by a caretaker and released into the wild.)
A torrid man dominates.
Palmender is a smart man – reason, and a master at dares.
Palmender dares to dream.
At sea side on torrid sand, Palmender rest, read, dart, sit and stand, stare and dream.
(A) Dame(s) at sea side stare at, tries to rein in Palmender.
Palmender reins in dames.
Men are into Palmender – mind, Palmender isn’t into men.
Mister Palmender is an it man.
Sir Palmender.
A dear one, Palmender’s mom adores Palmender most – more and more.
A mirro[r] to, near to mom.
A steam train.
ARDENT.
A star soar, rise.
Palmender tried and tries to earn more, and more, and more!
At times, Palmender earns a mint as Palmender doesn’t rest!
Some mad at Palmender tried to smite Palmender.
In steam, moist air, Palmender sit at sea side and stare at dames – as dames stare at Palmender.
Palmender remains a man to ride, to stride.
Dames are dear to Palmender.
Palmender isn’t one to remain dear to one.
Palmender is a sort – a ride.
No one marries Palmender.
Rinse drain, drain rinse - Palmender is neat.
Palmender trains and is trim.
Palmender trains, is a trainer, and earns as a trainer in ideas.
SIR PALMENDER SNIDE.
Palmender sires one – or not?
Time is rare.
Palmender drains time.
Palmender made time to dream.
Palmender dares to dream.
Palmender dreams on rare time.
A smart man dreams on rare time - SAD!
Drains time and time is no more on Palmender’s side.
Stare at no one. Stare at sea. Sit at sea side and stare and dream.
DAMES!
As Palmender is smart, Palmender is meant to do more, and more, and more.
Daren’t Palmender do more?
Noise is not dear. NO NOISE! DAMN IT!
At times, Palmender’s mind is not near – Palmender stares and isn’t in a mind - is in a dream.
Palmender reads on and on.
Palmender joins teams – at times, joins in on rot.
Time is rare, Palmender! Time is dear!
Palmender is tired.
A marred man errs - a dent! Damn it!
In Palmender’s mind?
Rent is on mind! I am in on rent. Dire!
Mends – amends.
Palmender made amends on rent.
Mind, Palmender is smart. At times, Palmender is a tad dim as Palmender’s mind isn’t near!!
Palmender is a MINT. Palmender earns a mint.
So [that] no one marries Palmender, Palmender reads, Palmender joins teams, Palmender does art. Palmender dates and mates at random.
As married or mated, Palmender is a monster! A tad mean, as Palmender is a meat-eater.
Mind, Palmender doesn’t mean it.
At times, Palmender is damn mad and Palmender storms!
As Palmender doesn’t eat meat, Palmender isn’t mean.
Don’t eat meat, Palmender! Don’t do it!
Most men aren’t as Palmender – Palmender is smart and damn trim.
Render Palmender a man to remain on mend – in amends.
Palmender is torn – does Palmender need to remain?
Palmender does it? Palmender doesn’t do it?
Palmender is into it, Palmender isn’t into it.
Don’t let a mean monster eat meat.
A smart man dreams on torrid sand at sea and stares at dames - not see time as dear or rare, so doesn’t do more.
‘Palmender’ is a nickname for the British author of the blog posted at Palmenders.com.
The hurt!
SUCH A SHAME!
She has them - her care, her car!
She - a rush. A car crash!
Her chums are such nuts, rats.
CRUSH! SCARE!
The men / them - hate her!
She hates them?
Sure, she - a cute user.
See Carmen as a user.
Carmen - a master at a ruse - her use.
She hurts them as she has them - her car.
A crash cause them hurt, scar … MUERTE [death]
Carmen - MEAN TRASH. A C —. A hunter.
She can cause a car crash as she - a user. MUERTE.
She can’t cure a hurt. She has much hurt. SHAME here.
She can’t see a menu.
She hasten her muerte.
She rues her use. True.
This Bronx, NY, mother was charged on October 23, 2009, with manslaughter in the drunken-driving crash that killed an 11-year-old . The mother had eight children in her vehicle, two of whom were her own. She suffered a broken shoulder.
A wide window on a new day, a dewy dawn.
I wed an idea and a code, and I can know anyone.
I can know anyone, and I can owe anyone.
Nice and coy, I can con anyone.
Wicked, I can deny I know.
Conned, down and in woe, I can do any joke.
Wacky and a joy - a clown.
Wink 
One awake and in on a code, can ink a known NOW.
I own an idea.
Do I know an end?
Do I know - Do I die weak, in a dank inn, on a windy icy day one Jan.?
I know - I can die any day!
Wow!
Fact: I hate my father.
My father left me alone as a little one.
He’s the most monster of a father I can …!!
Oh I loathe him so!
If I try, I can cry at the … of a hat.
My heart is in my throat.
I can’t refrain from this - real self-torment.
It’s so … frothy. I foam, froth at the mean act.
It’s a real trial to carry on, to for[g]et. I can’t!
I mean, he left! It’s not easy.
I remain frantic.
That menace! That monster! I hate him!
I react as if it’s a clear crime. To me it is a crime!
The criminal … to scare others so … I can’t fathom … tho, I try!
Many say I am in a state of fear as I mostly shift, twitch. I can’t sit!
I form this hate then lather myself in it.
It’s not healthy, is it?
I try to face this fear, this hate alone - I can’t.
In time, later, I met some one - an alchemist of a sort.
I try to learn his art, this alchemy that lets one float, fly.
After I taste, try many styles of his art, his craft, I’m not so lost, I lose my fears.
I am into it! A hit, a shot - at last, I’m clear!
I learn this chemistry. I try this chemistry. I teach this chemistry.
It’s fantastic this!
My heart races. I’m in hysteria, nearly ecstati_.
It’s a craft - this isn’t mere chemistry. It’s an alchemy.
At the time, it’s also the style to try this or that.
Criminals can try this, too!
I can force some to try this. I can try …
Listen, I am a moral man.
Yet I fancy certain trials so that I can learn more of this chemistry.
As I am a mentor, I start to teach this.
I also test this chemistry on myself, force it on others.
Let’s face it! Only a fair test or a trial can let me learn if it fails!
It isn’t a crime to try, to learn! Is it?
How is one to learn if one can’t try?
Let me try to face my fear!
If I can face my fears, I can let others face their fears!
They can try this chemistry, too! I can treat the scary criminals!!
LET ME! I CAN!
I hate the ones that try to say that I can’t!
They only react to their fears!
This chemistry is a chance to me to LEARN, to TEACH, to SHARE!
LISTEN TO ME!
I’m not leary anymore!
I can certainly treat others if they - ‘the MAN’ - let me learn more on this.
I am an alchemist!
Chemistry is my forte!
I am not a criminal!
I murder dreams, ideas.
I make dreams. My dreams are duds.
I skim sums, dimes.
My ideas are murky and dim.
I mar and smear mud.
My red drum is a dud.
Mid day, I am dry.
Amuse me.
Read my diary!
I am mad!
I say yes!
Aside, dread me.
My days are marked.
My aid is ready.
This middle-aged man has had tremendous difficulty getting and holding steady work. Though educated in the hard-sciences, he continually believes that he has the best ideas in completely disparate fields, and seeks to pursue them. He is an idealist who lacks money to pursue his schemes. He shares his optimism with good-hearted but generally spiritually impoverished people who tend to feed off of his optimism and so invest. The projects generally fail, leaving investors more bitter with him than they likely should be with themselves.
I like, grow rose, lilacs, lilies, iris.
I also like cleaning, cooking, sewing.
Anna, a consummate homemaker and talented in a variety of needlework, maintained a garden loaded with flowers - especially irises. She was a leading member of a major city horticultural society.
Oh shit.Again, I make another mistake so here I go to the rat’s nest.
I’m great at this - making mistakes.
I can change! I can act nice!
Can’t I go home?
This shit ain’t right!
I create a sense that I’m a great man - a hero - then I make a mistake.
I can’t take this!
Ok, so I’m not some great hero!
I’m a man!
I got to get something! Right?
I got to eat! Shit!
I can’t take aim, I can’t take a shot at him! I can’t!
Taking a shot at him gets me in the rat’s nest!
I got some arms in the car, so?
Those are there so I can hit the ones taking aim at ME!
I got to take care! I got a home here!
I’m not taking any more risks!
I got shot at! See?
This is not the nicest area!
Shit.
I hate this shit. Here I go to the rat’s nest again.
At night on his cot Omhari cries.
I can’t take this shit.
There’s nothing to eat at home!
There’s no mother!
Here I sit.
Shit.
On 11 July, 2009, this man received a five-year prison sentence in Chicago on a conviction stemming from a weapons charge. He was carrying a gun while hanging around the home of President Barack Obama, telling security detail there that he wanted to speak with Obama about getting a job, according to prosecutors.
Demands an end.
A smart star.
Alert.
Stride is smart.
Is fit and neat, trim and fast.
Dreads sand, is neat.
Isn’t sedate.
Ardent in demands.
Determined.
Is feared.
Damn mad.
Redeems.
Dreamer and free.
In deeds, ardent.
A sinner.
Stands and sits.
Name is rare.
Interferes in areas.
Manners are fine, refined.
Detriments are strife and fears.
Dares! A man is sanded and polished.
Art is in time.
Smite a friend.
Eerie.
Earns a stream.
Some times afraid.
A faint, faded star.
Feared adrift, dies in a fire?
This cold, trim, handsome, impeccably well-dressed man is a self-made ‘dollar’ billionaire. He earned his wealth primarily trading stocks first for companies, then for himself. He has experienced his share of related legal difficulties and can be ruthless. He is a major shareholder in several global companies related to oil, technology, electronics, and heavy appliances.