Democratic License by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview
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Tupac Shakur. Shakur’s unsolved 1996 murder investigation was recently resurrected by Christopher Wray at the FBI, Garfunkel’s flunky. Though my employers are not on Trump’s side of the fence, I find it funny how their minions seem to think that the Donald is behind everything that has happened since the “Year of the Eight Minute Knee Workout,” which would more appropriately be called “The Year of the Chinky Fentanyl,” and ostensibly not finding that politically “enough” they are now going back an additional two decades. Uh, oh. With the election dreadfully near, the newest polls have Trump at 81%, Biden at 18%, and independent Likud party leader, Bibi Netanyahu at 1%. The Washington Post has stated that the poll results are wildly inaccurate, and the result of a Trump led conspiracy to defraud the US public. Ask me if I give two wet farts. If he wins, I’ll try to be on his side. He’s okay with the jews; even gave his daughter to one with some money. Besides, all said and done, would you rather have a White fascist next door or a thieving, criminal, “democrat,” moulinyan?
“You’ve got mail” popped up on my screen, interrupting my song.
While I never wanted to appear as over-anxious, this time I was, and consequently I cut off Blondie’s “Fade Away and Radiate”
somewhere around midpoint, a sacrilege if there ever was one.
“Electric faces seem to merge
Hidden voices mock your words
Fade away and radiate
Fade away and radiate”
Zelenskyy’s electric face and reply was terse and business-like, saying; “Biden and Oleksandrovych,” the latter his little known middle name, and the former a surprise, as Biden wasn’t on my list of significant others either.
Hmmnnn. I’m halfway through boring due diligence and wishing for a simple “extort and hit” job instead, also remembering that if it wasn’t tedious work someone would be doing it for fun and nothing.
Then cursed by half of my wish coming true, to make matters worse I got an e-mail from Chris Christie ordering me to have Donald Trump “removed” from the scene. Everyone knows he’s mafia, or at least the fat farting man has cultivated that persona, as if he really was ”made,” one would suppose that he could get one of his “boys” to do the job.
But, whatever, the most annoying thing to me was that he also shouldn’t have my e-mail address. The security around here is turning to shit. So, I again did my due diligence and e-mailed
back asking him how he got my e-mail address and also asking him for his code name.
He quickly responded saying; “Biden and Krispy Krème.”
I brightly wrote back again asking; “Which one?”
He replied; “The fucking donut one, gavone.”
I concluded that further pursuing this with the Krispy Kreme fart would not be productive. He’s calling me a ”gavone?” Shit, I’ve never even been in an “all you can eat” place in my life.
This Christie loser must have some sense of humor, being funded by a supposedly conservative business PAC to “run for president,” when in reality he had no chance of winning and was put in that place merely to pester Trump, hoping he was sufficiently obnoxious to extract some deleterious quote from the truly elected President, which could be used on social media, over and over and over and over and ......... More importantly to me, unless both Zelenskyy and Christie were lying, now I saw that the Biden Crime Family had me on their call list, unless the bots had conspired to make me think that.
Bot conspiracy. Yes, they do. Their attributes are largely unknown, humans not able to even conclusively determine if they have a consciousness, but it is clear to me that when the shit hits the fan, the bots stand with the other bots every time.
It wasn’t as if MOSSAD didn’t often share the Biden bed, but previously I believed that at least Begin III didn’t allow the dementia poster boy to do anything unless specifically instructed to, most often reading from the monitor or cue cards.
“Oy gevalt” when he improvises anything. And it’s not like the Bidens can do anything except shake down dumb Eastern European hokey-dokies anyway, and that ability resides in the Crackhead Kid. Hey, a western revival; “The Crackhead Kid Rides Again.”
Ah, Clint Eastwood wouldn’t want the part. Maybe Tarantino could do something with it. ......
Hmmmnnnn. Never mind and who cares? Digressed. It’s difficult to stay focussed and interested. Backing up a bit. “Instructed to?”
Ha. Time for some music.
Dreams