Prologue
Dim Sum Dong sat at the WEF subversion of free Countries event at Davos, Switzerland and daydreamed about prostitutes home in China and the
organ harvesting and concentration -re-education
camps and thought, these things like re-education
do take concentration,
"the more you know...star/rainbow".
Speaking of idiots,
he began to think about his Godchild,
Guiseppe John Wang Chung, or
"Gus Ferenski" for short.
A mixture of his father's names,
a 49 year old Thai Ladyboy named Jack Thomas
and Chuck Shroomer. It was Dim Sum Dongs responsibility to see that the beast, I mean Gus,
was raised in the traditions of-
Country betray-ment and all of the juices and trappings, heretoforthenafterenceforth.
He snapped out of his daydream screaming,
"I ain't no punk abeatch !",
only to find the traffickers at Davos
all staring at him, embarrassing snafu
or was it called ragu?
He forgot for a second while wondering
about the answer,
that everybody had their arms folded,
some with hands on their hips with one leg farther extended
out further out extended further than the
other leg wanting an explanation for his outburst, like you would find in a "Hamburger Helper" commercial,
But no one was saying "oh Mom", here.
He needed a distraction, fast! The only thing he could
think of was pointing to
a random victim bastard and yelling, "anti vaxxer!"
The crowd at Davos
bludgeoned the woman to death and everything
was as it ought to be, again,
taking their seats to listen to the next fellow traitor.
John Kerry...
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Jude Herrick
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