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Society is serving Kool-Aid

  
   "Society is serving Kool-Aid"
   
   Tucker Carlson is freaked, saying we used to make fun of these people.  Ronald Raygun said they're on the ground too--among us.  Choose a side, and choose wisely, knowing that vermin, save the wondrous coyote, will turn on you.  Know them by their fruits.  If they invoke death--they will get it, for what you sow is what you reap, and I'm not calling Yahshuah a liar.
   Judas Priest--the whole FBI is crooked.  What, mad cause Trump has more money and ladies than them?  And like they don't flog the bishop themselves--of course they do.
   When I lived in Little Rock, always thought Bigfoot was observing me in Socratic fashion.  I guess Lee Majors really freaked me out, and I'm not even bionic.  What would he go for now?  A 600 Million Dollar man?
   The King is in the Field--so a Hebrew calendar says.  Possibly.  Wouldn't it be a bitch if Christos was telling the Truth, and is the Truth, seated @ the Right Hand of ALL the Power in the Multiverse?  He may be a little disappointed in us.  Especially those that drive people to get upset by way of being selfish, selling horseshit, and attempting to indoctrinate.  Naughty naughty.
   Oh well, I guess if I would've done jello shots off a girl's tits, taken X, watched ANIMAL HOUSE a zillion times, and read CATCHER IN THE RYE but not liked it--I would be educated too.
   God Bless the oppressed.  Who the hell else will?  

Big Mac Jack

  
   "Big Mac Jack"
   
   Down yonder, deep in the deep-state of Williamson County, working with newsprint, like Mercury, on delivery, no winged sandals; next, saw many multicultural folk having a Big Mac Attack @ the drive-through--good for them.
   Boy, put some turmeric root, thyme, heavy salt; plus, pepper to activate the orange and soothing root; moreover, a garlic clove, and you'll have a super poop.  Too, nobody remembers the Cheeseburglar, yet a Happy Meal always goes good, especially if you ask the drive-through worker before your exodus:  "And, can I have ONE Hot Apple Pie?"
   What's wrong with a Big Mac if imbibed properly?  How can you tell Ronald McDonald apart from the others in a nudist camp?  No sesame seed buns.
   Counterpoise in diet, lathered in anti-inflammatory spice; also, the kiss of herb, and a prayer to God for the hungry.  Too, you can throw in a prayer for the cattle and pseudo-soy filler to Saint Francis--in a way.  

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Electric Arctic

   
   "Electric Arctic"
   
   "Boy, better stay away from that burning bush; you know your girlfriend has lit her fire--an no blasphemy here boy--I got me a Bible given by 'em Gideons."
   Lucas didn't know whether to take the advice or not, after all--Grandpa was casually crackers.  He slipped on a banana peel during an angst-driven adolescence, finding humor in a Basal Ganglia injury, which resulted in better motor function; however, he was channeling all the best live-action from HEE HAW, originally broadcast from 69 to 70, and he adored Hunt's ketchup.    
   On the flip side, there was always the Arctic, knowing his ancestors were constantly frigid, like a sister's set of ivory hands, always frosty in feel; plus, the wildlife.  Even above the treeline; thus, life does exist without plant life, as long as there's water and an arctic hare to hunt.
   Lucas packed his things.  Got all Han Solo, remembering a blaster trumps hokey religions and archaic weapons; however, never know when a Shinobi will show up.  He just kept telling himself truck driver mantras:  "It's all in the reflexes."  And now cars drive themselves.  But a man can drive and eat spicy beef jerky at the same time.  Go figure.  
   Lucas ventured to an allegorical Hoth.  

Montana Chosen

  
   "Montana Chosen"
   
   Robin waved back her cascade of a long, silky mane--almost blue-black, and with her amber eyes to match, such a chosen child of the NORTHWEST.  She was working on her 1968 Camaro with the small block, possibly a simple 305 and four-barrel--of course, two tail exhaust, and white-letter tires that preached the word:  GOODYEAR.
   Decker was cycling his way on smaller tires, opening up the Suzuki to around 80 mph, and there wasn't really a speed limit in this area of expansive freedom--so his throttle was cranked, burning the gas to better make swift entrance onto Robin's property, where an embrace of long lost cousins would not merely culminate, yet ignite the family pool that they were so closely linked by.  What does the Southern Man say:  "I'm so southern, I'm related to myself."
   It was more innocent and pure serendipity for these two, one diving into her own genealogy; next, contacting the son of a lady, her genetic relative, way back down yonder line, when the Five Tribes mingled kindly, some, with Pennsylvania folk from Europe.
   It's amazing what research can do, and to know that someone armed with intrinsic love for you would guard your shanty at night, when many a grizzly's curiosity drove him to devour trash cans full of garbage, and even go indoors sometimes, as if knowing what yummy a fridge contained; as a result, it was comforting to know that a brotherly soul might hold a conversation with her, and better yet--have her back in defensive fashion.
   Decker pulled upon her property, anchoring the motorcycle on the Earth's shifting foundation   

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