Since the whole purpose of political talk is to work backward and to shape the facts and the story to the preset and prerequisites and patently required conclusions expressed by those who are oh so smart, oh so selfless, omnipotent, preening enough to gobble up the air we breathe and the peace we crave; the lard we spread and the poses we love well for the hot calendars of refreshing toys that we dream of constantly and capriciously.
Lovers and street folk ….. corner punks and naked shrews … they go wobbling, marching, sashaying on in the full regalia of the prized pig in pink tutu who has made it into happy dance and wishes not to give up the special nature of being the sought after dispenser of look and favors. It is not of supplication to have the honor of being able to look down one’s nose.
Survival of the heat inducing sigh and come hither tease is the motivation of the belligerent dim.
Sing the one note samba and the sweet wiggle and dance …. never give up the right to be the queen bitch.
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The dumb …… the honored creed.
The rancid bastards …… the true…. the thrill…