Babbling Dirty Harry

crusty ol’ Clint pausing & gesturing, babbling & rambling through what others have deemed a “speech”--- talking to that empty chair on stage in front of all the hopeful repugnicans (a room full of predominantly old white people…some even wearing stuffed animal hats), hinting at profanity that might come from the mouth of president hope & change, as if he might be different than the new filthy wealthy mormon robot that could sweep in by the same tethers of Wall St., Big Oil, Big Tobacco, AIPAC & the military-industrial complex, with a new smile but the same old lies & then the ancient actor’s routine makes itself known throughout the net, going viral for those of us who could give a **** about the “election” of a mouthpiece for those lies--- as if one couldn’t write down the future, scripted word for word, drop it in a time capsule & open it up in another 4 years, getting every single prediction right---for we are going into Syria, we are backing batshit berserk Netanyahu on his crusade into Iran, we are getting rid of jobs in the US & adding more cameras, police & security to watch those of us who are suffering, so that we don’t strike up another conversation in the community with a box full of bombs bought online, a couple of fully automatic rifles in our hands & all the unemployed time in the world to wreak havoc on those who still for some reason believe in this system, like good ol’ multimillionaire Eastwood--- that is, a world full of violence that mr. “make my day” can sink his ****ing dentures into.