Sad

Sad, the poor excuses we have for leadership in our great nation. Sad, the dissipation, corruption, occupation by self-serving, soulless, power-hungry madmen and woman, who have sold their minds and hearts to the Spirit of Evil – all for fame and fortune; regardless of human cost – Those voices behind the Puppet-throne... faceless culprits, safe and secure in their fortresses, with high walls, and armed guards; sipping the best wine while watching from elite towers – Cowards the gang of them! Murdering innocence at will. They perish to reach our border – and those that do, believing false promises never meant to be kept: Like cattle shipped to become cheap, abused labor, once their votes have been counted. Struggling countries around the world, sold US propaganda, that of freedom and equality for all – only to be abandoned, left for slaughter, to keep railed the Money-train of endless wars. In the upcoming years, when God sees fit, as do us all, these savages will leave the earth -- their journeys having left our world with pain and suffering far outweighing any possible good accidentally accomplished. The Devil will need vastly more real-estate, with a huge supply of coal for the added furnaces, if to properly accommodate so large and extremely putrid a falling – Oh to have that contract! The fools cry, they jockey yet for controlling positions, still not comprehending the vent-less surface of their smothering new reality -- the C's the P's the O's the B's the S's the A's, the entire sick, wretched, spineless, heartless pack of them.