Feltner and Grenier--Yummalicious

 
   "Feltner and Grenier--Yummalicious"
   
   Letter from Mom--RUN IT:
   
   Remember burgundy.  Good wine.  Not before its time.  Deep in their pockets.  Gotta stop it, nah; moreover, I know your father.  Did J. Edgar Hoover have you investigated for two weeks?  Do you know who the mother is?  You try to murder me--do you?  Just asking?
   Oh well, meet my husband.  He is a whore-monger and heavy drinker.  Hoover knew it well.  Also, he's brilliant.  A rocket man.  Pray you don't see him.  The abuse upon his son.  You bled the boy; however, like me:  The boy is spirit and blood.  Do you know that energy can manifest matter?  
   Snoop Dog likes you.  Loves a good sell out.  A weasel.  A crook.  How deep are you in?  How many lies will you tell?  In Belle Meade?  But in front of the country?  You hate America, or do you totally hate an honorable America?  Make Her a crook, like you?  Bought, sold, and paid for?  My son will break?  I am Rand's Daughter.  You will be as I say.  What do I say?  A troll?  A vaginal cavity, dripping in yeast?  A fat head from Belle Meade that makes her chimpanzee husband cut the grass, while she plots to nurture him into the grave, gently?  Come on--it's All Hallows' Eve.  Just metaphor.  This is ambiguous and allegory, you dastardly douche.  
   Rand sees.  Hell if I know.  Is Belle Meade larger than Her.?  Feltner, Grenier, and all the rest--I'll tell them not to look.  Don't look son--it's too cruel.  And only, because you wanted to be human.  

Men without Hats- The Safety Dance (Lyrics)

How to be a politician

 
   "How to be a politician"
   
   First--start out with a small crime, like extortion; next, place your mother in a nursing home where the flunkies administer bloody enemas on a regular basis and wash your matriarch in her own urine; then, screw your brother's wife and give his children poison--you're on your way to being governor.
   They observe and fall in wicked love with you when you get away with small crimes, hoping you'll have victory in even more scandals.  And if you do, and don't get caught, they let you in.
   However, there's Trump.  Nobody owns him, for he has his own money; nevertheless, they can threaten him or his loved ones.  But, in the end, the white hat always wins--it is written.
   We don't need the Democratic Dungeon Masters calling us racists.  Did not the Lone Ranger break bread with Tonto?  Indeed, he did.  And then they kicked ass, no matter what the color.  

Honest Abe--Gorgeous

   
   "Honest Abe--Gorgeous"
  
   The phony system, which believes a checkerboard pattern gets ya to Heaven, has attempted to program my sub-conscious with shit--I'll save it for Lincoln's hat, and I say:  HE IS GORGEOUS.
   Don't know the details.  The wicked one resides there anyway.  Screw it.  So, some dude's parents told him that if he ever saw anybody uglier than him; next, he should kill that person.  Great parental units, right?
   So, Lincoln is going down a trail.  Has security.  The dude comes running out of nowhere, in order to kill Lincoln.  They stop him.  They ask why he wanted to kill Lincoln.  The man explained, telling them he was instructed to slay an uglier person than himself.  Lincoln kinda joked about it, sorta mentioning that if he was indeed as ugly as that dude; next, he should be killed.
   Get off your asses and smell the Folgers.  They've always been here.  So have you.  Pick a side, knowing, the six-pack is not always cold, and reality television is a murderer, mostly.
   Make America Great.  What do you have to lose, but your fortune?  What's worth more to you, greed or giving?  
   God Bless America.  

Werewolves of London Warren Zevon! Lyrics

Hail Holy Queen

   
   "Hail Holy Queen"
   
   She goes by many names:  Queen of all virgins, Mirror of justice, Virgin most powerful, Queen of peace--forever . . .
   
   This is not surgically precise, yet neither are surgeons; regardless, here we go--run it:
  
Hail Holy Queen, Mother of mercy!  Our life, our sweetness, and our hope!  To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve.  To thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears!  Turn then, most gracious advocate--thine eyes of mercy toward us.  And after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb Jesus.  O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary.  

   So much for Freedom of Religion in this town, unless . . .

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