Voiceless Chorus of the greedy oil party

 11/14/2020 10:40:54 AM Saturday


Voiceless Chorus of the greedy oil party


Now enters the voiceless chorus of the republican party exhausted by their own incompetence during this coronavirus pandemic.

Not a squeak is heard from any of the big wheels of the GOP - the grand oppressors party.

They cannot seem to find their tongues. Mute as stones along a precipice they march lock-step to oblivion.

Suits them right. They've held some trump cards in their hands these senators without prologue, without dialogue.

They have fulfilled their agenda well - transferring trillions of American tax dollars to the ghosts parading in the strophes and anti-strophes, to the deadly fates in their supremely smelly robes.

Hundreds of lyrics pound out of keyboards like random iambics under gathering storm clouds - but the youngsters see how to navigate through the gloom old degenerates in billion-dollar yachts cannot discern - political perverts rigging static sails in Huracan's bailiwick.  

Solemn sounds reverberate in Georgia State of peaches and free folks ready to transform America into the Next Hypothesis. We know of 191 basic elements and counting - and a new one arises with every quantum of knowledge we capture as a halo of primordial speculation.

Yes, the patriots of Georgia State know their boron from their carbon foot prints. They know how to read and write. They know which senators gained immense profits from insider trading once they heard the doom reports in leaden senate briefings behind closed doors - Kentucky cigar smoke filling their lungs.

The patriots of Georgia State know Pinocchio's nose joke is a plain as snow slur. They know how to pronounce the next Vice-President's name without gagging on their own tongue like the "Lost One" did last month.

What a hoot! The pantomime is almost done!

The clowns will fall. The gags will fail. The slapstick tricks will curl up like burning twigs in the fireplace on Christmas Eve.

America will rise again from the ashes that the gross oil party has made from our labor and dreams these past four years. The din is done.

The rational score is heard.

Be versatile and compose a healthy plan.

Something fresh is forming in the air.

Chaotic realms waste themselves.

Uphold the divers life forms in the twinkle of your eyes.

Let's find opportunities in the labyrinth of chaos.

Be pragmatic positivists, not greed-based buffoons, said the people of Georgia to the gross oilygarchs party.

Can you imagine criticizing a sunflower for dancing in its yellow petals?





Joshua 6:20

So the people shouted when the priests blew with the trumpets:
and it came to pass, when the people heard the sound of the trumpet,
and the people shouted with a great shout, that the wall fell down flat,
so that the people went up into the city, every man straight before him, and they took the city.