I read the news, just like you. I read the false and phoney news 'before it's news', before it will ever become news, because it never was news, and never will be.
All the Kings horses and all the queens men, have put together lying bullshit again...and again, and again. But one truth, could have saved the grace of a lying nation and all of its mouthpieces...but no.
One such mouthpiece, is running off to McMurdo Research Station in Antartica, 'to chill', and this...the day before the most important election in our country's short vision.
Who remains to answer questions? Who remains to set things to rights? Why...'no one',is the answer. You really are pulling god's finger, this time. Enjoy the gas.
All the Kings horses and all the queens men, have put together lying bullshit again...and again, and again. But one truth, could have saved the grace of a lying nation and all of its mouthpieces...but no.
One such mouthpiece, is running off to McMurdo Research Station in Antartica, 'to chill', and this...the day before the most important election in our country's short vision.
Who remains to answer questions? Who remains to set things to rights? Why...'no one',is the answer. You really are pulling god's finger, this time. Enjoy the gas.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Poster by Tim Nyberg
Pull my finger is a joke or prank regarding flatulence in which a mark is asked to pull the finger of the joker, who simultaneously farts so as to suggest a causal relationship between the two events. Source: Wikipedia
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