Can I interest you in discernment, the quality, opposed to the amount?

If the quality of the grain is good, the loaf will taste, so.

Is more volume better than less attention to, detail.

If you do find that the eclectic attracts you, that quality is true modesty.

Then maybe you will be a friend of mine, maybe you won’t.

As you can see from above I do have a schedule to keep, a dissemination to complete..

But we are all here, waiting for this year, 2016.

So I thought I would give my spin goggles a dust and translate what’s new from our new corduroy candidate..

Well not to bite what seems to me, to be your next female president.

I watched as the interview went well, so well the journalist, well, listed, to one-side that is, with glee, staying quiet to let the prophet speak...

The profit said in her green robes, she sees a promised land; we lean in to listen, to her truisms.

All wrongs will be righted, "yes we can, even after we couldn't", is the new slogan..

She nods to the obvious disgusting unbalanced situation namely 14% of the population are brown and they make up forty percent of the prison population, and guess what policeman can be a bit racist....

It’s only been how long since that courageous ladies bus-ride?

Only for this negative woman, to now stowaway on..

The green lady with helpers in red and blue socks,

Yep she can fix all that...

So, let’s have a quick recap, we have had the amazing turn of events, Mr. bush senior, being presidente', then in this democracy of one man one vote, anyone can have a go show, we amazingly get the son......lol.

Absolutely no, one had a problem with that, that’s all cool, 324 million americans, and it just so happens, bushbaby gets in...Really, really, nepotism, is that a word in america?

Then we get the sex player with a white nose..to match the white house, he was fun for a time, a mood...

Then, then, we were all relieved, finally, finally, a brother...thank fuck everyone thought...

The disappointment is worse, isn't it? (Think about that, dwell in it however uncomfortable, hmmm)

A hope to be dashed, a great hope turned white.

Now we can expect a woman, well we had the "Iron lady" here, didn't work out to bad, brass knuckles and balls...

Going to be remembered like Elvis or Michael, couldn't get fucked towards the end of life career, but in death, King o Rock n Roll....choking on a burger...a pill, no fan but lunatics..

Hilary, is next. Or izzzzzzz she?

It’s a woman...

The hope was dashed so far, the hopeless feeling was noted, the dismay collected, felt, smelt...

More will be dealt. Like the old fart rhyme says...

You will get the dream, for it to smash on the rocks.

She’s still nodding, lol.

A woman would be a step, better than a trumpet, playing idiot...an overall loser in life, the mayor of trumpton..(I ruffled his comb over up once, he got very annoyed I was pissed in a club in New York next to trumpy towers, gentlemen’s club, they never learn, put on a tailored whistle n flute, bit of nice tom foolery, best queens accent an I'm in lol)

If a man has a comb over, can you trust him, like really, isn't he showing you right there the total score?

So a woman it is, which one, the rod,em or, the green staff, is that the question?

The goddess of green, I don't worry at her motivations, the insidious know to deceive, first you must believe your own lie.

So she does.

Surely if you don't, how would you expect anyone else to, especially your quizzical audience, no, suspicious audience...no your angry audience, erm your riotous audience, you're oppressed to the edge can't fuckin take any more fat and starving audience, from here our "slightly" (from choice to dissever) more free press makes your country look just about ready to, pop...

So gotta be cagey, slight the hand...watch the birdy... flash, you're blind..

Anything you can’t explain must be, what you want it to be...lol.

They have a much easier way, they lay in weight, to catch a free life an innocent that thinks the human race is free from infection of the mind, because this innocent is, so of course she believes deep down everyone but a nasty few want the same as she ....awwwww.

The words that come from a free and innocent mind are inspiring, poetic, justified by the very breath they ride to your ever so shell like ear.

They gather thought energy, in you, even in the down, especially in the jaded.

Shall you hope, could it change for you...

Is this person the difference, the saviour, the messiah to clean the world of all that smut and wrong?

But balance though, where would the balance be,

No matter, this bath is warm, fragrant and reviving.

Watch the water temperature though, who controls the gas with which it is heated, the valve for the flame?

Look behind in the ides of March, in the background, the funds will be clean but the helping hands won’t.

The deed is not seen, but does its work, sets in motion, plans.

The new innocent finds herself in a world where the infected reign supreme, where no rules apply, and the forrest was never what it seemed, once the ring of office is donned.

The weight of office given to you, in, shock and aw, to coin a phrase.

Suddenly the princess is in a carriage made of pumpkin and her guards are toads.

The wielders step in, mute the tongue with tales of true woe, the innocent is consumed, and a new good is born, from and to the same father....

Let’s see, who are we. You and me.

The useless struggle.

Listening to the rhetoric narrating a journey, to a destination never reached, while the balance is restored according to the abacus.

The logic, the cold.

The blanket thrown over the individual’s merit.

The blanket judgement.

We are all quite mad, stark staring mad.....lunatics, every last one of us, for allowing things to continue this way, we are all poised with our own finger on that trigger, swinging that blade, slapping that kid, incarcerating that dad for the son to see, why, ....we are all in complete receipt of what we deserve...

Every last single one...

We are born clean, the contamination starts with the first cry, we contaminate ourselves....

And it will continue, until all the monkeys stop, together...

Happy New Year!

Hahahahahahahahaha...

Pssst!

Its gonna be fine, watch.

Just when you think it’s at its worst, shit happens, as long as you are straight with your own self. Spose.

Borders,

Restrictions,

Trade agreements,

We all know they do the opposite of what they state..

What they do, is make fine weather for a large entity to trade, because the very gate of their stride allows them to traverse the gap....

While we can all trade to starve, just.

Business is easy.

Logical, if done with the right attitude, you try a thing to see, if it fails you tweak it until it gets better for ALL, if you can add up and write, you have a stand up attitude, your almost there...

What makes it difficult is the prepared shark pool of, tax, insurance, currency, import export duties, even fucking taxed in death...

All, just, accepted.

For the greater good.

But it never comes down on your side does it...

And it’s your fucking world....

So it’s your fault.

Savages – Getting crazy sometimes

Those of you that ...

Don't think violence of any kind is an option in any way except in defence.

Know religion is the cause of most division, while respecting it, knowing its place for the individual; don't think it has any place in our schools or government.

Think that politicians, should Actually be elected, held responsible, have more than four years of nest feathering for a retirement of cushy numbers from the chaps back at the old school,

Think there should be more than one person in charge of any one thing at any one time,

That think ordinary people should be asked to participate in some way, watching everything as witness, rotated so we all understand if we want to,

Do you want to be safe in the knowledge it could be your very wife, husband, daughter, son, mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, veteran, watching, watching,....

If you think people should be allowed to walk freely across this earth, because they want to, not because they have too...

Therefore staying where they live with peace not fear, or starvation from no peace and fear....

If you’re, just totally fed up, with standing there in a crowd, again, that will amount to nothing again, other than a power struggle in the "party hierarchy"

If you know dam well what’s going on,

I call on all mothers and fathers to help take these little boys in long trousers and give them what for, once and for all, put them squarely in there shame faced self indulgent vacuous pathetic greedy place .

And we can do it from right where you’re sitting now.

Queue here...

Be lucky winkles.

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