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What You (Still) Need to Know Right Now…

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 This from an exhaustive description of how the newly (self) anointed Party-in-Charge works… The Uni-Party is a mega-monolith. The graphic above is only part of the ruling class we have abdicated our liberties to. There is an umbrella organization of sorts… It looks all modern and ‘progressive,’ but it isn’t. Its motivating principles  ambitions have been with us for a long time and persist, virtually unchanged, to this day. Historically, it’s known as the Democrat Party. Its purpose has always been to keep the Brahmins and planters in charge. It IS the dark part of us. Why Lincoln was necessary. To save the Union and fulfill the promise of the Constitution. They have extremely powerful connections and allies now, thanks to decades of pretending to care about the little people they merely want to control like so many serfs and chattels. Their current weaponry includes… And all this too. They’re the ones in charge, and they will do anything to remain so. Why the first graphic a...

Playing for Change in Cuba

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  Joe doesn’t want this. Most of us do.

We Love You, KamalaJoe.

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Yeah. That blonde angel in “High Society. My, she was yar.”  No. Sorry. We don’t even know what ‘yar’ means anymore. Overcoming SW deficits: Sweet Black Angel and Moby’s Extreme Ways . Like being back in Haight-Ashbury and the 1968 Dem Convention all over again…

R-i-i-i-i-ght.

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They didn’ know he war a infamous writer

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A brand new promotion from R. F. Laird. We had that other one somewhere. 👍 We got enough for a whole box of wine. Cool. This one’s just as good. Dial your editor in. Zuckerberg don’t even know we’re here. The Reckless Twenties, A Dollar’s Worth of Poetry for Five Bucks.  The Lounge  Conversations, Gloves Off, the Zeezer Bible, all for $25.00 Follow the Instructs.

Wasting away

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Always knew where I’d end up. On a grate in Philly. Alarmy? Hardly. Just don’t want her there with me. Just sitting here now. Been lashing myself and my wife for hours about ways and means of selling my writing. She has to take point on that charge because I’ve become a crippled recluse. How sad is that?  Hubris exposed, overturned, humiliated. I predicted explicitly, long ago but exactly, what would become of us if worse came to worst. It has. In this new administration, we will lose everything. House, cars, freedom, togetherness. We — I — never believed we could gracefully fade away but hoped nonetheless. Just found out last month’s electric bill was $1,900. Good God Almighty. They (meaning Pat and daughter Marge, not aliens) keep things from me. I’m the genius, you see. He mustn’t know. She’s mad for my lacerating her at not finding a literary agent when the prevalence of Smartphones means nobody answers the phone ever. I’m mad at her... because I think it means she doesn’t beli...