Careercow Laura Loomer / @looms93 & Jack Posobiec - Cuckservative "reporters", disrupted a play, #TireGate

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That is so fucked up and wrong. Why is she not also banned from Tinder, Bumble, Plenty o' Fish, OKC, Fetlife, Badoo, and Grinder? Preventing the Loomer from getting close to people in real life, or even, "gasp", procreating, should have been their first priority!
Loomer actually launched her Congressional campaign in a vain attempt to avoid being banned from Bumble on the grounds that she was a political candidate.

She seems to be doing pretty healthily raising money so far. The only really interesting donor I could pick out of there was a guy who tried to claim deductions in the tax return for one of his companies for 'business expenses' from driving his personally-owned R8.
 

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article: https://loomered.com/new-novel-featuring-laura-loomer-available-now/

New Novel Featuring Laura Loomer – Available Now!
Can’t get enough of Laura Loomer?

Do you appreciate her guerrilla-style journalism, her passion for free speech, and relentless drive to uncover the truth?

Then you HAVE to read, The Switch, a fictional novel written and created by best selling author, Julie Reichwein, based on real life headlines of a partnership between the Mexican Drug Cartels, the Maoist group, The Shining Path, the New Mexico jihadists, and what might happen if Laura Loomer decided to make them her next target.

Get LOOMERED like never before as you follow the fast-paced Bond-style spy thriller featuring Laura as she teams up with FBI Agent Maria Quintana, and “Hero Dog, Lucky,” in a tale of intrigue that never lets you take a breath until the final ending you never saw coming.

By purchasing, reading, and tweeting about this book, you are supporting Laura Loomer as part of the proceeds from the novel will be donated directly to her journalistic work.

“Hero Dog, Lucky,” Winta and Largo are all German Shepherd protection dogs in this book. Alex Dunbar of CQB K9 is a “Tier One US Military Unit” War Dog trainer who trained the dog used by Seal Team 6 on the Bin Laden Raid and many other high profile military missions. War dogs are lethal, but they’re also lovable.

This novel is in no way connected to, nor supports the campaign Laura Loomer for Congress.


This book is fiction, and although thoroughly researched to be accurate in the historical events depicted, it is still fiction written by a fan of Laura Loomer for pure enjoyment and to support Laura’s work through a potion of the proceeds.
- End of the Article -
Aren't you Loomerd already fellow kiwis? I for one can't wait to learn more about the adventures of brave German shepherds and a (((white))) girl who enjoys their company. Enjoy your free cancer from reading the article.
 

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Get LOOMERED like never before
So get banned from every social media website from existence, get called out for tire mismanagement, get shunned by Alex Jones all while parading your Jewish identity like it's a badge of deflection HONOR? I'm good, thanks. She's a laughingstock in the conservative bubble. Anywhere for that matter.
 

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article: https://loomered.com/new-novel-featuring-laura-loomer-available-now/

New Novel Featuring Laura Loomer – Available Now!
Can’t get enough of Laura Loomer?

Do you appreciate her guerrilla-style journalism, her passion for free speech, and relentless drive to uncover the truth?

Then you HAVE to read, The Switch, a fictional novel written and created by best selling author, Julie Reichwein, based on real life headlines of a partnership between the Mexican Drug Cartels, the Maoist group, The Shining Path, the New Mexico jihadists, and what might happen if Laura Loomer decided to make them her next target.

Get LOOMERED like never before as you follow the fast-paced Bond-style spy thriller featuring Laura as she teams up with FBI Agent Maria Quintana, and “Hero Dog, Lucky,” in a tale of intrigue that never lets you take a breath until the final ending you never saw coming.

By purchasing, reading, and tweeting about this book, you are supporting Laura Loomer as part of the proceeds from the novel will be donated directly to her journalistic work.

“Hero Dog, Lucky,” Winta and Largo are all German Shepherd protection dogs in this book. Alex Dunbar of CQB K9 is a “Tier One US Military Unit” War Dog trainer who trained the dog used by Seal Team 6 on the Bin Laden Raid and many other high profile military missions. War dogs are lethal, but they’re also lovable.

This novel is in no way connected to, nor supports the campaign Laura Loomer for Congress.


This book is fiction, and although thoroughly researched to be accurate in the historical events depicted, it is still fiction written by a fan of Laura Loomer for pure enjoyment and to support Laura’s work through a potion of the proceeds.
- End of the Article -
Aren't you Loomerd already fellow kiwis? I for one can't wait to learn more about the adventures of brave German shepherds and a (((white))) girl who enjoys their company. Enjoy your free cancer from reading the article.
Lol she had to have someone write a fictional book where she's the hero because she has no accomplishments IRL.
 

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Christ, I hope there are no sex scenes.
Been done already
I'm the descendant of Russian Jews that
migrated when the Zar Nicholas started driving Jews
out of Russia. My family settled in New York and
became good Americans, while clinging to our Jewish
identity. My family had been Orthodox Hasidic Jews,
but over the years most of my family had soften
their look to fit in with the rest of New Yorkers.
The men stopped wearing the curls in front of their
ears, the fur hats, and most of them stopped wearing
the long coat, but they kept the practice of the
father arranging the marriage of their daughters.

I must admit that I see myself as a typical
Jewish female and my facial features resemble
those of Woody Allen. My parents named me
Laura. When I reached marriageable age, my
marriage was arranged. I hated the idea of marrying
an ugly old man regardless of his social status of
being a successful businessman. The only way I could
avoid my fate was to leave home. I had a school
friend, named Faith Goldy. We had been good friends, so
when she moved to San Francisco, California she
wrote me and gave me her address and phone number
so I contacted her, and packed a few things and
headed west.

When I arrived, I called Faith, and she picked me
up at the airport. I had never ridden in car before.
It was all a strange adventure for me. I was
fascinated by everything. On the ride to her home
she asked me for more detail about why I left home,
and she casually mentioned that she was living with an
older woman, named Erika. (A Swedish girl's version
of 'Eric the Red' was a legionary Viking King.) It was
obvious by the name that her friend was not Jewish.
She drove us to her home on a hill south of town and
it was an old house with a two-car garage cut into the
side of the hill. The house was built on top of the
garage and also cut into the hill. From the front
window, there was a commanding view of the city
lights over the roof on the house on the other side of
the street. After parking the car, we walked up
stairs to the entrance of the house.

Faith proudly showed me around the house. The
living room was over the garage with a staircase
leading to the other floor. There was a hall to the
left leading to a bathroom, laundry room, kitchen and
dining room. The bedrooms were on the third floor
with a veranda so that they could have their coffee
out there when the weather permitted. There was a
spacious remodeled bathroom with granite counters
with two sinks, glassed in shower and a spacious tub
along with a fancy toilet. The second bedroom was in
back with a view of what little back yard there was.
After the grand tour, we returned to the kitchen to
make coffee.

While we sipped our coffee, Faith told me more
about why she left home. Like me her family was
pressuring her to marry a specific young man. She
assured me that she understood why I had fled. She
told me that she would move in with Faith and I could
have the use of the second bedroom.

I objected to me putting her out. I told her that
I could sleep on the couch until I got a job and a
place of my own, but Faith wouldn't hear of that. She
insisted on me using her bedroom and insisted on
putting my bag in that room.

When Lauren got home from work there were
introductions, and she also insisted that I use the
second bedroom as long as I wanted. I liked her
immediately.

Lauren was tall for a woman she was about five-
feet nine and six foot with heels on. She had a nice
figure with large breasts and proportionally large
hips. They looked more like mother and daughter by
the difference in their size. Faith and I are only five-
foot two at best. Faith wears her Jewishness on her
face like me. She is a slender girl with large breasts.

They insisted on taking me out to dinner. It was
a great evening and I was tired from the travel and
the long day. I gained three hours traveling west, so
it was almost like the plain arrived before it left New
York, as far as my watch told me.
.
When we returned home, we took turns using the
bathroom before going to bed. Lauren and Faith went to
the front bedroom and I retried to the back
bedroom. As tired as I was it was hard to go to sleep
because of the different feel of the bed and the
smell of the room. Then I started becoming aware of
the sounds coming from the front bedroom.

At first, I was puzzled by the sounds. There
were some sucking sounds and there was a sound that
sounded like someone was getting spanked. Then
there were giggling sounds. Eventually there was
absolutely the sound of females moaning. I
suspected what was going on but had little
understanding of what women did to please each
other.

After Lauren left for work Faith and I had
something to eat before we started talking about
finding me employment. Considering my lack of
formal education, we suspected that I better look
for a teller's job for something like a bank. Faith
apologized if they had disturbed me last night.

I was naive and asked what was going on? That
was when she dropped the bombshell, "I discovered
that I am a lesbian before I left home. I met Lauren
shortly after arriving here and she is my 46-year-old
lover.

It took me a little time to absorb the
information. I had never thought about the
possibility of a woman a lover. The more I thought
about it the prospect the more acceptable it sounded.

Faith took my reluctance to respond as a rejection
of her lifestyle. She said, "Laura, don't worry we
will not try and seduce you. You can live here as long
as you like, even if you disapprove of our lifestyle"

"I'm sorry Faith my muteness was just the shock of
your revelation. I had never thought about the
possibility of a woman being my love or life partner.
In truth the possibility is not unattractive to me.

Gils smiled, "Lauren and I would be happy to
introduce you to the lesbian community."

I smiled, "I think getting a job is more important
at the present." We both chuckled.

As the days passed I became more comfortable
with the climate and smells. I learned to use the
public transportation to get around town. I applied
for employment as a clerk at every bank and
brokerage house in town. It took a couple of weeks
and many interviews before I was offered a job for a
bank. Faith allowed me to use her clothes until I could
buy clothes apocopate for the job. The clothes I
brought with me were to dowdy.

The two of them were great about taking me out
to dinner and entertainment. Their language shocked
me at first, but I eventually became comfortable
with their language and with them. We joked about
sex and I became comfortable with us touching each
other. I even became comfortable walking around
the house in the nude like them.

One afternoon when we got home from work, we
decided to have an evening out. While we were
getting ready we were all in the bathroom getting
ready. Pretty soon we were feeling each other's butt.
When we left the bathroom, we went into the master
bedroom and the three of us wound up on the bed
feeling each other up and kissing. One evening after
a delicious dinner I asked them, "What is it like to
have sex with a woman?"

Lauren looked at Faith and smiled. "We can show
you, if you like?"

"Yes please!"

It was very exciting and strange to have two
women undressing me. When I was naked they laid
me on their bed. Faith set about licking my pussy while
Lauren set about massaging my breasts and sucking on
them. I had an orgasm before they changed places.
The sucked on my flesh so long I was beginning to
feel like it would never end.

I wondered if I could suck on their pussies, but
doubted I could do that. In the end, I didn't have a
choice Faith mounted my head as I lay there and
started rubbing her pussy against my face from chin
to forehead. I relished the smell and the wet flesh.
I even enjoyed the taste of her asshole as she
ground her butt into my face. That evening I even
willingly went down on Lauren and ate her pussy and
rimmed her asshole without being forced to do so.
Later that evening they agreed that I should be
introduced to the lesbian community. They planned
on taking me to a party that Friday evening.

Friday just before noon the bank manager called
me into his office. I entered with some trepidation.
I wondered what I had done wrong. He asked me to
be seated with a sweep of his hand.

"Laura, you have been doing an excellent job,
and I see potential in you. I'm giving you a five
percent raise as of today. I have some influence at
San Francisco State. I would like you to enroll there.
We will be happy to reimburse your expenses. I could
see you becoming a branch manager someday if you
get a business degree. I would be happy to arrange
your work schedule to accommodate your class
schedule. I was stunned and thanked him profusely.
I was floating on a cloud when I got home.

They were thrilled with my good news. It was a
perfect opportunity to celebrate. We were in good
spirits when we arrived at the party. It was held at
the home of a friend of theirs.

When we arrived, the party was in full swing.
Lauren introduced me to our hostess. She was a very
fashionable woman in her fifties. Lauren told me that
she had been a very popular model for years, now she
runs a modeling agency. I was fascinated by the
party guests. There were attractive young women
dressed to the nines and there were older women
dressed more like men with suits and ties. Their hair
was cut in a like mannish style, but nothing couldn't
hide the size of their huge breasts.

The booze flowed freely and loud music playing.
It was a crowded residence. You couldn't move from
one room to another without bumping into other
bodies. An attractive older woman asked me to
dance, and I looked at Lauren and Faith for approval.
They both told me to go ahead. As we dance she held
me close to her body. I could feel her breasts
pressing against my chest. Hell, all I would have to do
was turn my head and I could have mouthed her tits.
While dancing she made sure to make contact with my
crotch with her thigh. She asked for my name and
told me her name was Tiffany. While we danced, she
got me to tell her my life's story.

I was asked to dance by a number of women. I
suspect it was because I was unknown by them.
There were certainly prettier young women available.
Tiffany seemed to ask me to dance every two or three
time between records. It was obvious she was
flirting with me. I asked Lauren and Faith what I should
do. They simply told me if you like her go home with
her if she asks.

The longer the party went on the drunker they
got and the bolder they got. There was a lot of
kissing and sex going on. Tits were exposed for
hands and mouths. The same could be said for
crotches. I even saw one of the dykes squatting
behind a sexy young woman. She had her short skirt
hiked up and her thong pulled aside as the dyke licked
her asshole. I was dancing with Tiffany again and she
asked me if I would like to come home with her. I
kissed the cleavage between her tits and assured her
that I would be happy to accompany her home, only I
had to tell my friends.

Tiffany held my hand while I asked them for
permission. They both gave their blessing and told
me to have fun.

It was surreal thanking the hostess for a
fabulous party. We took public transportation to her
building. It reminded me of New York a tall building
with flats sold as condos. She ushered me into the
elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor.
As soon as the elevator door closed she took me into
her arms and kissed me.

When the elevator stopped and the door opened
we stepped out into a clean lobby with several doors.
She led me to one of the doors and opened it with a
magnetic key. It was a very open space. There was
no separation between living cooking and dining space.
The only closed spaces was the laundry, bathroom and
bedrooms. She had a large bedroom and a guest
room. She poured us both a glass of red wine, as she
showed me around. It all looked like a Hollywood
movie set. I wondered what she did for a living, but
felt uncomfortable asking.

I was impressed with her clothes. She had put on
a heavy wool over coat when we left the party. Now
in the privacy of her home she removed the coat and
tossed it over the back of a sectional couch. I
admired her figure. She was every bit as tall as
Lauren. She had a full figure and was justly proud of
her F sized breasts. Her cocktail dress had a halter
top. Plenty of white flesh was exposed on either side
of the material covering most of her tits. There was
a belt around her waist that accented the size of her
wide hips. Her nylons were nude, and hardly
noticeable. She had on expensive platform pumps
with four inch heels in black with red soles. She
didn't need jewelry but she did have on a rope of
fresh water pearls. Her ear rings were made from
some sort of pearlescent sea shells that dangled
down her long neck. Her satin brown hair fell over
her shoulders and covering her breasts whenever she
turned her head. She had magnetic gray eyes that
captivated me.

My own wardrobe had been meager when I
arrived, but I had been buying clothes suitable for
work. I had bought one party dress at the instance
of Faith. She had insisted that every girl had to have
one little black dress. It was a sleeveless dress with
a swooping front and back. The tight skirt didn't
cover much more that my butt. I had one pair of
dark nylons to go with the shiny black three-inch
pumps. Lauren told me that I was too young to wear a
lot of jewelry, so she gave me a single strand of black
pearls that rested between my tits. She said that
that would show off my cleavage. My hair is naturally
course and curly. I do my best to straighten it, but
the damp San Francisco air makes my hair look frizzy.

Tiffany ran her fingers through my hair when I
complained that I couldn't do anything with it. She
assured me that she loved my hair.

She slipped the straps off my shoulders as she
kissed me and pulled them down to my upper arms
exposing my breasts. The three-inch straps pinned
my arms at my sides. She was molding my breasts
and suck on them, all she wanted. She pulled me the
sectional and sat down and sat me on her lap. She
continued sucking on my tit, while she used her right
hand to feel the soft inner thigh and slide her hand
up to my crotch. She looked me in the eye and told
me, "I see you aren't wearing panties and you are
clean shaven." As she said that she started tickling
my clitoris.

I was breathing hard with excitement. I couldn't
resist felling her breasts. Tiffany used her left hand
to unfasten the halter top at the back of her neck. I
was fascinated with her breasts. I asked if she had
implants, but she assured me that they were all hers,
and her back told her so. I found them fascinating.
They had traces of freckles between her breasts and
there were a couple of brown moles on her left tit. I
found her dimpled areolas fascinating, and her nipples
were as big and the first joint of her index finger. I
took a nipple into my mouth and sucked hard on it as I
pulled my head back stretching the tit. Tiffany was
busy too.

She was finger fucking me until I was moaning
through an orgasm. To show my appreciation I slid
off her lap and knelt between her thick thighs and
stroked her smooth flesh. As she parted her legs, I
saw that her pubic hair was bikini trimmed. Her labia
minora were dangling like gray folds of flesh. The
ridge of her clit was exposed and ended in a fleshy
nub like the head of a tiny penis. I adored the musky
womanly smell emitted by her cunt. I buried my face
in the warm wet flesh and sucked on her clit until she
slapped her thighs against the sides of my head, and
yelled, "I'm cumming you sweet little thing!"

When she finished, she pulled me up and kissed
me again. She sure didn't mind the wet fluid of her
pussy juice all over my face. She flopped on her back
with her legs dangling over the back of the couch and
her head hanging off the edge of the couch. She told
me to sit on her face. I straddled her head and sat
on her chest as I took hold of two hands full of her
hair and lifted her head up as I moved forward until
she was sucking on my pussy. I ground my cunt into
her mouth, and rocked back and forth dragging my
pussy and asshole over her chin and nose. Her eye
shadow and mascara was smeared by the time I had
an orgasm.

She pleaded with me to stay the rest of the
weekend with her. My first though was about what
was I was going to wear, and she assured me that I
wouldn't need anything to wear for two days. By
Sunday evening when I had to go to Lauren's to clean up
for work, Tiffany pleaded with me to live with her.

It was an attractive offer because I could
practically walk to work from her place, and she was
one hell of a lover. When I got home I talked to
Lauren and Faith about it. They were pleased with my
choice.

The four of us packed up my belongings and took
them to Tiffany's. I lived with her for the five years it
took me to get my business degree with a minor in
accounting. by the time I got my degree I was made
the back manager at one of the banks not far from
where I had been working.

It became necessary for me to find my own place.
I selected to find a condo apartment flat like Tiffany's.
Living alone I could date other women and keep in
touch with Lauren, Faith and Tiffany. My old boss had
been moved up the corporate ladder. One afternoon
we were having a cocktail lunch. I felt it necessary to
confess to him that I was a lesbian. He smiled and
told me that he knew about it years ago. He assured
me that as long as my personal life didn't interfere
with my job he would continue supporting me. He told
me that someday there would be a chair for me at
the corporate table.

I eventually got married to a charming girl that I
adored and true to his word I eventually was made a
board member.



I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story
you would told, please send your outline mail to
press@lauraloomer.us.
 
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Can’t get enough of Laura Loomer?
Yes.

Do you appreciate her guerrilla-style journalism, her passion for free speech, and relentless drive to uncover the truth?
Isn’t this the same bitch who went out of her way to get Kyle Kashuv rejected from Harvard for saying a naughty word when he was 16?

Get LOOMERED like never before as you follow the fast-paced Bond-style spy thriller featuring Laura as she teams up with FBI Agent Maria Quintana, and “Hero Dog, Lucky,” in a tale of intrigue that never lets you take a breath until the final ending you never saw coming.
She fucks the dog.
 

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Lol she had to have someone write a fictional book where she's the hero because she has no accomplishments IRL.
I'm sure best selling author Julie Reichwein wouldn't be involved if she didn't believe Loomer had accomplished awesome things.

I mean, just take a look at her website https://juliereichwein.info/. Julie is so in awe of Laura's accomplishments, she doesn't list the books she has previously written - even the bestsellers! - as those meager pamphlets obviously pale into insignificance when compared to what Laura has achieved.

So humbled is Julie in Laura's shadow that she limits her bio to "Julie Reichwein is a resident of Santa Fe, New Mexico". This is only fair, considering it is followed by Laura's bio, somehow constricted to only 250 words summarizing her extensive political accomplishments.

The reviews of The Switch further confirm Laura's prominence - most book reviews talk about the author in relation to the book, but not these:

"Loomer at her finest as she charges head first into this action packed thriller..."

"Bam! Loomer is a bigger force than Wonder Woman..."

Finally, the fact Julie has seen fit to allow Laura to post entries on her personal blog can only highlight the esteem she holds Laura in - and if you need more proof, just check out Julie's own blog entries, with titles like "Laura Loomer Was Right...".

With this evidence, can anyone now be in doubt about the author of this book, or their beliefs about Laura Loomer's accomplishments?
 

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