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Tag: Politics
Despite the constant negative press covfefe, it is true that my name is Kalashnikov. There…
Trumpetsound, a fissure of sky. A midnight darkness visible yields to His glory. The firmament…
Through the fence between the curling flower spaces the ones who make the words the…
Mr Htimsbackwards, my friend, perhaps even my conscience, perhaps my only friend and my only…
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So much has been written of the current President that it feels almost a work…
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The man who drains the swamp in metaphorical reality goes to Washington and amasses money and power.
Convention be damned, thinks Crusher: there will be no deference to norms in the his White House.
The sun rises over the city of Geld. “Thank-you, Damien Crusher,” says the President-elect. “Thank-you…
I have been summoned by the President-elect, Mr. Crusher. He wishes to speak to me of peace. Not only of peace, but of war. And not only of peace and of war, but of the Middle East. You see, Mr. Crusher believes that he can bring peace to the Middle East.
Mr. George W. Bush furrows his brow, rests his chin in hand. As he floats in the air, his tapping foot touches nothing.
“I was supposed to say something to you about starting World War III. You know, to do it, or to don’t do it. It’s either good or evil, World War III. ”
“So true. I haven’t made up my mind yet, to be honest. Some days I’m leaning one way, other days—.”
