Received: from nobody by stodi.digitalkingdom.org with local (Exim 4.87) (envelope-from ) id 1cTtFS-0000f8-9u for lojban-newreal@lojban.org; Wed, 18 Jan 2017 08:38:10 -0800 Received: from [84.33.9.226] (port=41064 helo=thefastfocusformula.com) by stodi.digitalkingdom.org with esmtp (Exim 4.87) (envelope-from ) id 1cTtFN-0000eJ-53 for lojban@lojban.org; Wed, 18 Jan 2017 08:38:09 -0800 Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2017 09:36:17 -0700 Content-Type: text/html; charset=us-ascii Message-ID: To: Subject: I saw Donald-Trump take this daily: He's gone mad From: "BBN | News" Mime-Version: 1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Spam-Score: 2.9 (++) X-Spam_score: 2.9 X-Spam_score_int: 29 X-Spam_bar: ++ X-Spam-Report: Spam detection software, running on the system "stodi.digitalkingdom.org", has NOT identified this incoming email as spam. The original message has been attached to this so you can view it or label similar future email. If you have any questions, see the administrator of that system for details. Content preview: i ca tell you hes sins Donald Trump: Yes I took this Inaguration coverage 01/18/2017 07:40AM With just 2 days until he's officially sworn in, the newly president elect admits he took this in order to beat Hilliary. [...] Content analysis details: (2.9 points, 5.0 required) pts rule name description ---- ---------------------- -------------------------------------------------- 0.0 URIBL_BLOCKED ADMINISTRATOR NOTICE: The query to URIBL was blocked. See http://wiki.apache.org/spamassassin/DnsBlocklists#dnsbl-block for more information. [URIs: thefastfocusformula.com] -0.0 SPF_PASS SPF: sender matches SPF record -0.0 SPF_HELO_PASS SPF: HELO matches SPF record 0.7 MIME_HTML_ONLY BODY: Message only has text/html MIME parts -1.9 BAYES_00 BODY: Bayes spam probability is 0 to 1% [score: 0.0000] 0.0 HTML_MESSAGE BODY: HTML included in message 1.9 RAZOR2_CF_RANGE_E8_51_100 Razor2 gives engine 8 confidence level above 50% [cf: 100] 0.5 RAZOR2_CF_RANGE_51_100 Razor2 gives confidence level above 50% [cf: 100] 0.9 RAZOR2_CHECK Listed in Razor2 (http://razor.sf.net/) 0.8 RDNS_NONE Delivered to internal network by a host with no rDNS i ca tell you hes sins

Donald Trump: Yes I took this
 Inaguration coverage 01/18/2017 07:40AM



With just 2 days until he's officially sworn in, the newly president elect admits he took this in order to beat Hilliary.


As many have accused him of dealing with Russia - these reports have been kept private until now. These pills-made him better

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