Amos Hart--Damn Globalists

   
   "Amos Hart--Damn Globalists"
   
   So many meatheads, and so little cows to go around; then, why does America have so many hamburgers?  Where's the beef?  Amos Hart pondered these in-depth questions; moreover, wondered about that guy, the dude who quasi-Kevin Feltner, an inter-dimensional phony from the Draconian forge, arrived simultaneously with deputies; next, lied about it, as were all the medical records from Williamson County full of false testimony save the platinum blood-work; otherwise, the whole platoon of deputies armed and gloved, confronting a man laying beneath his mother, their guns inches away from the granny, and any accident could occur; still, the Virgin Mary saw, and Feltner's head is a permanent speed-bag for her ivory fists, unless he repents and is saved, and the whole system of phony lawyers and deep-state deputies would be wise to follow, on their knees to Christ.
   And the first Bush called them radicals.  Damn Radicals!!!  Then, perniciously puked some Asian food, but can you blame him--have you ever eaten that stuff, especially if they sprinkle a little of the small intestine wiggle within, and chunks can fly regardless of what NASA says, huh?
   OH YEAH!!!  Amos Hart thought to himself.  F-18 gun-camera can't believe.  Too bad nobody else will actually think.  For the chicks are hot and skanky this day, and the blacked-robed pricks have a jury stacked.  Can certain blood-types request only certain blood-types on the jury, as they are their true peers, or would that rig the rigged system in the direction of honesty?
   What happened to honesty?  It saw the dragon's gold.  Not nice to bite the hand that feeds you.  Oh well, Amos knew Santa still had an Orthodox Christmas.  Futurity and time-shifts for high-elves, and the children of all ages they rescue.  Virgin Mary was pleased Her Son was simply a carpenter.  The Craftsman--that's what they called Jesus.