Tuesday, October 31, 2017
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.
Monday, October 30, 2017
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.
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 . . .
Living with quasi-Bill Cosby
"Living with quasi-Bill Cosby"
What a great old man. A family man. Has a love of his life--himself. No pills in the pudding. No incarcerating the innocent through a crooked system. No notary fraud, possibly attempted murder; indeed, just a great old man--so full of harmony and peace.
Keep drinking the Kool-Aid. It only takes one brave man to buck the system. Is it you?
He would never put pills in the pudding. Or would he? 27 Xanax in a week. Dr. Death giving numerous pseudo-opiates and barbs years ago--I have it all recorded. Or do I?
Intrusion by lawyer chimps into Doctor/Patient Confidentiality. Pay offs. Favors. What, do I have a Trump fortune? He does. Smell his money as he mocks your bald head and longs for your lovely wife. Wouldn't you. Look at his matrimonial mistake. Can you blame him?
Oh well, it's great to always be a target of murderers and thieves and liars. It's great to be beaten down and loaded heavy with opprobrium.
Great Game last night. Iconic--even without the Yankees.
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