Friday, June 04, 2010

How one insect ... can damage so much grain

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What is there to say? It all seems so freakin unreal. A non natural born, and quite likely non native born, foreign raised, commie, socialist, fascist, mooselimb traitor. Is president. Of these United States.

Yeah, we know how we got here. And we know what's keeping us here. The traitors in the White House, in Congress, in MSM. 151 days until Judgement Day. One hundred fifty one. Before then, we would hope the HCR bill will come before the Supremes. Who will restore Constitutional Democracy, and liberty ... once again. We would hope Colonel Lakin has his day in court. A real day. In a real court. Comprised of a real trial. With real atomic evidence (imagine that). And we would expect that the new Congress (once seated), will in fact introduce articles of impeachment.

Until then, we are witness to evil. Pure F*cking Evil. Right here on earth. Right here at home, in America. This isn't Hollywood. Isn't a movie. Isn't a dream. Isn't fiction. These crimes. Against reality. Against truth. Against reason.

Against this backdrop of conspirational treason ... events now rapidly transpire. On the international stage, we are moments away from the dogs of war being let loose. Against the Islamist Iranian terror regime, who train and supply our enemies in Afghanistan, and Israel's in Lebanon and Syria. Who now near completion ... of their atomic bomb. And who the head of the mooselimb junta in the White House, Khalid Sheikh Obama ... has aligned himself with (against our longtime allies). It is insane.

Yes, now would indeed be a very good time (if you can). To put in a stock of some canned goods, bottled water, (negotiable instruments of) gold, extry gallons of gas, and oh yeah ... lead. This IS it. The real deal. Obviously, my optimism has faded, and not really much interested in, guzzling some tiny bubbles, at the first sign of any good news. For I know not how much damage this filthy, putrid, oversize cockroach will have wrought. How much he will have destroyed. How much will be damaged, beyond repair. Beyond recognition. How much of this wondrous life, gifted to us. How much of this great nation. Will be consumed in the hellfire that these bugs traffic in ... have visited upon us.




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What happened here
As the New York sunset disappeared
I found an empty garden among the flagstones there
Who lived here
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
And now it all looks strange
It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain

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