Revising the monument:
Not like the noble works of Western fame,
Of conquering race astride from land to land,
Here at bloodied,graffitied gates now stands,
A twerking harlot, some father’s shame, to proclaim:
A twerking harlot, some father’s shame, to proclaim:
U S for Sale! Comprehensive Plan!
“Yo World; may your spawn slander,reprimand,
My breed, whose bequest, nonetheless, they’ll have,
Keep,” mumble her collagened lips, “your fit. Pour:
Keep,” mumble her collagened lips, “your fit. Pour:
Hit my cell at the door, for a good time…”
untethered 
Sometimes I get despondent and I wonder if we might not be better off simply bidding farewell to the USA and starting a new country from scratch.Good job with your blog. You and Anti-Gnostic are great.
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Bill Buckely wrote: Have You Ever Seen a Dream Walking.I think you should do: Have You Ever Seen a Harlot Twerking.My how times change.I used to think Revelations was kind of extreme, but if one were to imagine what price we might pay for our squanderous squalor …well … let the boils begin.PlayList
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