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Anybody who quotes foxes as speaking “the truth” or “the tooth” or “the ultimate funk-you booth”... I don’t know… hey, read B.Obama’s book at least one time through. Y’sir, he may be a hopeless overachiever believer. Yep, he may have sacrificed a significant portion of his immediate family’s home/family life for ambitions/aspirations. Yes, he may have put his bride’s emotional slide through a taffy-puller ride like stretching her endurance on several occasions so that he may travel from highway to shining byway in search o voters & toters of one variety or another brother. ...Conversely, w/ regards to the politics he says he espouses, I’m beginning to believe he’s on the bubble; …levelheaded. Do I want a singularly-visioned-overachiever who puts his family slightly second in order to paint a larger picture? I don’t know: So many greats historically have done just that, it’s true, but I just don’t know: Don’t know if I do want that characteristic in a President (leader of FreedomWorld). But then I consider the alternatives…n cringe …n dread just a little, and bite down hard on the bit and shake my beast-o-burden-to-the-state bridle just a little as high mane takes shape in the heavy wind coming off my horsy-faced face as good hooves break wet sand in a gallop of m’ own wild-eyed choosing. >> I read a recent post here and I could smell the pile and the blind hatred and disconnectedness from reality on it, and wished I’d not read it at the time because that rah-rah-sis-boom-bah resorts to isms exactly the sort of claptrap that is going to knowingly chain us all to the post, > I read a recent post here and I could smell the pile and the blind malice and disconnectedness from humanity on it, and wished I’d not read it at the time because that rah-rah-sis-boom-bah resorts to isms exactly the sort of claptrap that is going to knowingly chain us all to the post, > I read a recent post here and I could smell the pile and the blind hatred and disconnectedness from reality on it, and wished I’d not read it at the time because that rah-rah-sis-boom-bah resorts to isms exactly the sort of claptrap that is going to knowingly chain us all to the post,
>> I read a recent post here and I could smell the pile and the blind malice and disconnectedness from humanity on it, and wished I’d not read it at the time because that rah-rah-sis-boom-bah resorts to isms exactly the sort of claptrap that is going to knowingly chain us all to the post, and I don’t know whether to light smudge sage n pray or to write a song and sing it to a dozen people in the stonebackyard and let all this chit blowhard until it blows over or takes us down ~~ actually it feels like there’s nothing anymore that’ll do. We cannot speak for our progeny, they have a say in the next couple decades, I cannot just buy 4 tickets to the most needy place to go and lend a hand ~~ this is their time of youth y’know & our time of adjusting to middle-aged woe, Joe. Never before have I ever felt this feeling so egregiously. Like there’s nothing to do but wait and see, to occupy my time … while those who would ~~ those who do wrong and harrumph it right ~~ conspire to make a mockery of all that is benevolent about this land and people. I do, at least, understand now how the ancient prognosticators were able to predict such calamity. They knew then what the empires could tear down … and they allowed for inflation & population equations. They knew iniquity & greed-glee would have more weapons & a sanctimonious n odious creed that drove them to make us to divide n conquer the many for the few …& make piggy sounds.
I would rather sweep & mop (for enough money to feed & house my family) the floors in a room full of well-endeavored creative citizens from all over the country converged on a notion of making something that could bring people together for just one perfect moment of connectivity & excellent energy than t own a great cut of this stale pie-slice monopoly red-team
vs. blue-team holy-hell nonsense that’s risen to the top o this our MotherEarth
Piss on you, Pal. You know who you are, whore your people and your land spectacle. But then I’m not sayin’ anything that a cross population of this lovely young country o youth and vibrant technology isn’t gifting upon us as a whole full of individuality
tree.
In short, what I’m tellin’ ye is this:
Wow, the 21st Century is a pisser. PeaceQuake,
messyb
