People get wacked out of shape when I articulate the le word: Communist. I am a na ked communist. I once played The piece here is fine. Flashes of brilliance. Even when it sort of plays with the idea that perhaps the founders were – maybe – idealistic, but they gave us the US Constitution to whom we give sacred reverence. A worship of an idea. This is where Thomas Jefferson raped a slave. The tourists applaud. On to the next contractual prostitution. How much is the XXX Tour with videos supposedly reenactments, but no one is sure. Tourists just off the Jefferson rape building where these crimes occured. Whips would have been used to rob humanity. Not liberate it from nude inspection as public humiliation, and open your mouth for a lot of things. I know, let us have a parade.

How gay. George would bury the Gay Marriage Act Stamps in 822, Gay marrige is next. These rebellions stop here. The Supreme Court is a crooked as a barrel of fishhooks. court is cess pool swill. These men have commited genocide. I wrote the fucking book. We talk a good walk on Tourist Nods Smiling Street. Ten bucks to get in. But you pay it, Scmuck. You play it and you pay it. Now, who’s laughing. Next thing you know, they’ll be in Congress. Tom, his friends, and the friends of Tom and John (who swear they’re not gay) are only interested in power as was George. Both of them. The Dragon King was not amused by colonists with their nude beaches in California.  George was not a communist. He was a racist. He was homophobic. He was a wooden trough. He was ruthless. He hung a lot of people from the neck. He was the King. Absolute power is absolute. America was kinda like North Korea. And now we are dead men walking. Here. There. We’ll drive it. We have the right to breath the air, and that, too, is up for grabs. We are downing in poisonous toxic waste because we used the planet not unlike a urinal. You have no real rights. They have all been hijacked and now you are a kidnapping of your golden self.