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A reclucant Trump NRA gun Asshole

Glorify me in a moment point of past present, maybe future, confix that inertly measures my/any/all ability to live in/on/by/for/into/outer human capacities supposed to follow/fulfil a pre transfigured socio domestico patterened conformative no ?'s asked fascist promusicuitylest the thought police ream your silly democratic soul to the conservative Big Brother guilded graveyard of dildoed dramaed debutantes, only the Vodka strong survive. I watch the USA/midwest pissed off prick political process unfuckfold and want to retreat to another cuntry, blindfolded, no nationality, reticent, blank, yet beholdin'. How, what, were, why, when? Please do. I want no government, until my state needs federal funds for a disaster. You know, Louisans, and New Jersey. They both hated Obama, until they needed money to reset their states economy. Drop fuckinn dead Republicans. You can't have it both ways!!!! I have no answer, but all of the answers. No reasons, but all of the treasons. Born, raised, educated, politicated, all of the hated liberal above. Never one of strict endeavors and principles aborrent, yet open to all instances that are onboard with a planetary scheme of things positive, now and forever. Ever open to that which says/belies the truth that is socially backed/upheld/garnered/factored by some legimitate gut giveitall and not a viscious lies and entrapments to save/earn money, gain influence, power, position/recognition at the expense of US citizens, to the prowess, but rather to openly ascend to We the People, as ever ready to stand up in any mistrustful moment of favor/disfavor that keeps us Un/American,, but not at a ills gotten gain of any political protractor bent on winning at any measure;perserverence on any circumstance Yes, here's the rub; My country right or wrong? Stay in or get the fuck out. Not an option. Take your guns and bombs with you, you are no American friend of mine. See how u fare, in the words of Cohen, "Over There, Over There". So go. I will get a gun when..., otherwise KMAMF. When I retire, I am out of this mess. Goodbye, suckers.

Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2017


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