15 Nov 2016

"Underground Internet Station Reporting. Dubya Dubya D9. News as it happens." ~L$P the Most High

Dear Mr. President Obama,

   The collapsed democratic Union that you inherited from a paranoid and myopic republic has a few months left until you are legally required to let it be led by Donald J. Trump. Not quite Mr. T, it's D.J. T.
    Think of me as a forgotten two of hearts. My agenda is nothing less than world peace. My motive is all the beautiful babies. My talking points are the left eyeballs of G.H.W. Bush, George W. Bush, Jeb Bush and Billy Bush. Any legal concerns can possibly be addressed by the National Lawyers Guild of New York City.

    The heart of the coup on Democracy is a U.S.A. supported by abusive liars, thieves, murderers and global corporations. Only Jesus can stop them. We can teach them. We can deny them. We can be them.

"Because a Klan backed misogynist internet troll is going to be delivering the next State of the Union address. And that is not normal. It's fucked up."~John Oliver 11-13-16

Mr. President, as you have said Mr. Trump is pragmatic. Turn the heel and unite against the Bush Cartel. The whole world is watching.

So play the cards you have been dealt.

Respectfully Hoping, 
       el Duderino

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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