Hypothetically speaking, upon whimpering foundational creaking, amid fissured amiss heightened geographical location tweaking, borne again by way of topped-out top-down overindulgent stagnated synaptic leaking, naked again though a differentiated tracer for the illuminated streaking, dressed anew body politic tailored in seeking, so goes the old yet unburied dead so putridly reeking.
There it went, and so it goes. Passed so many by, only passed by so many. Though who truly stands for it in one’s making? Transitional, transformational, part and parcel, a packaged dealing none the less, sent in the taking, soon to be present. In-group, in step, laid upon that line. Life, liberty, and death, in the self chosen to give, so the few, for the many in meaningful change; inward acceptance to become a needed contagion.
By example, engrained societal shadow shorn in the rising. Stepping out in exercising relief, so goes the direction, formational abundance in constitutional acceptance, dignity a spark recovering the pasted for the choosing. Untold in the waiting, endless pillars await constructive enhancement, an elevated meaning inverted in nature. Yearning in longing, territorial boundaries, none so fretting as those of the captive mind.
Really, like a truncated flamingo dwelling alongside Antarctic penguins, it is not so hard to imagine is it? Great change that is. Well, okay, great change that is not to be expected by the hordes of pork-swords and camel-toed lump luggers society over, in and out, so to speak hardly and wield a little clubbing. Phew, good thing I cleared that one up before delving any further than a regular nitwit into a mole-hole of feigned rabbit traversed spelunking. Best to keep those eyes on the prize. Eyes, amongst other sighted devices, that’s for sure, On one of the concentrated prizes anyways. A true golden opportunity one might shine, in settled international acceptance.
Let it be, let it be
A-let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
Overwhelmingly, in abundance, there could only be but two, could there not? In grouping anyways, so they go in proving. Freedom, people; freedom people, in the self chosen, as mentioned above. So they lay it on the line overwhelmingly, for the cause, for a living: The police and the military. Ain’t no revolution gonna be getting off the ground, nor returning to terra firma, without them, that’s for damn sure; and as the criminal contingent offended by the alphabet, piddly world and minuscule backyard, weak minded cowards living within the pathetic web of strung up self-deceit of vacuous braincase aim to hop about with those checkers playing the delusional game of “king me,” the checkmate has all but been the felling swoop struck with dignity, restraint, overabundance, charisma, craft, wit, guile, responsibility, and outright dedication of perseverance over ignorance and the telegraphed wickedness that such possesses via the mind-mired quicksand of the psyche that the true unreflecting fools so suffer incognizant and wish to reign a terror upon the elevated understanding. Not this time queerbo muck-minds, not this time indeed.
Let it be, let it be
A-let it be, let it be
Yeah, there will be an answer
Let it be.
In a little sidestep tippy toe excursion prancing while stomping all about and over what one may have pattern recognized as a self-stained, therefore ingrained character flaw of overt outward determination in signalling to the enlightened overcoming soul at peace, is but none other than the complete captive nitwit who sees fault to no end with the organization of policing as it so stands; where the sole reason for such a self-duped projection seems to be none other that to have engaged in behaviour that is deemed as unsavoury, and in such, the self-stained, addled and afflicted psyche believes that their selfish pseudo revolution of an inescapable rotted core existence will win them the reward of capturing, and in so doing, in ridiculous selfish aggrandizement, give themselves the predatory relief of having their stained permanent record erased, so as to have now reached the pinnacle, becoming one of the new apparatchiks, undoubtedly at the top (as all the truly rotted minds think they will surmount), so as to now engage unopposed with said behaviours and inclinations willy-nilly under the protection of their esteemed new demigod status as master of men in a reversed transgressor of the new retrograding revolution. Yeah, it may sound ridiculous, but I have seen the telling traits on many occasions, even in those in supposed esteemed positions with supposed intellectual abilities, albeit lacking enlightenment. Hell, I am even related to some of these on display whimpering soul-sucked rot-minds. I have said it before, and will say it again: the criminal contingent and unenlightened architects of the revolution for permanent record obliteration will usher in a Secret Police nightmare the likes of which their blinded self hatred is incapable of deviant reflective necessity. But hey, at least their permanent record will be erased, until the killing field needs fertilization. Oh, that’s right, they will (all one-hundred million of them) be the killers fertilizing, not the fertilizer! Blah blah blah, perfect worlds in measly, mired craniums. Not this time queerbo muck-minds, not this time indeed.
And now back to the revolution. Magnificent. Marvellous. Magma-rific. Geographical location expulsion. Cratered in existence. Ejecta Perfecta. It is bound to happen, sooner or later. Maybe there could be a cure for the summertime blues. So goes the Empire Du Jour, a surging jolt of supercharging, verted in retribution of topsy-turvy crazy downside-up world gone too far in its shorted encompassment. Ahh, welcome to the age of the three legged woman – seven years of age in their liking. Me oh my, what a liberal, progressive bulwark, the new kabuki-peepshow normalization of contagious leprosy, stick your tongue down its throat and wait for more endless government rezoning reaffirmation surgery. Enter the triple whammy?
Oh, right, and then there were two? Countries, dumb dumb. But what of the dumdum’s? Eyes on the prize, sighted, calibres increasing in contacting abilities. Many a Fort nights in the subterranean taking. Golden. Natural resources, are there any more important than the mind, along with the dedication, dignity, discipline, devotion, responsibility, accountability, and freedom and liberty seeking existences in practical practice of second nature abilities, to name a few of the positive attributes borne and further instilled in that of volunteer militaries across the board? One might say not. And of the awakening of the like from Globalist tyranny? One might say yes, for a while so. Let’s see, highly trained, motivated, believing in a surely needed cause upon the right side of history, elevated family values, discipline, moral compass, dignity…..with a police force to match and mirror in positive attributes and dedication and dignity and freedom and liberty, and moral compass…..complemented greatly by the ordinary and awaiting millions knowing, in sight of government dilapidation, espousing elevated family values, the belief in responsibility, accountability…..not to mention those guns, those Americans love those guns. And that American Spirit. Yes, that American Spirit.
Dumdums for Dumb-Dumbs
Hmm, sounds like a tried and true recipe for thoroughly whipping any ne’er-do-well and pocket of stagnant slime so interested in a continuation or elevation of the self-victim societal dispersement who has so chosen to serve ignorance and the discord that such sows in poisoning communities afar, in what seems to be a “justice” system determined for such conflagration to expand unabated and the wish for chaos to reign supreme. Hmm, and such a small number of truly waste of atoms to be causing such problems. Not this time queerbo muck-minds, not this time indeed. No, the offended by the alphabet, zero restraint, weak minded walking fertilizer have not a chance, though they still have a choice, some of them, a very important choice; they are seen on the scene in entirety, are smoked out of their fentanyl and meth holes and dummy dust surrounding, not to mention their violent will to harm innocents or those who want to speak the truth. Talk about poor, shortsighted life choices, a regular circle of wasted life. Seemingly with a perverted web of ignorance from a central location on out, dead set on evil, intimidation, predation, and sowing chaos, now being disassembled from those shadowy backrooms on down the tendrils of geographical location the world over. Not this time queerbo muck-minds, not this time indeed. Oh, how things are going to change. A regular contagion, the goodness beginning to take hold of the false projection so falsely misrepresented as the norm. Remember, everyone always has a choice. Where do I sign up for the militia? Please sign me up.
Hypothetically speaking, again, for when the societal rapid decompression upon Globalist severance occurs, it is not too hard to imagine that such a fledgling nation anew, with so many a highly trained, meaningful, dedicated, motivated and willing military participants, along with the same compliment of police protection will be a force to be reckoned with for any and all who would see fit in a foolish, disruptive attempt at apparatchik crowing delusions.
Not only so, but it is not hard to use one’s imagination and come up with some happenings that will send the D.C. sludge farm’s corrupt business as usual into rapidly encroaching obsolescence and outright nullification onto the trash heap of history. Firstly being that of Intercontinental ballistic missile silos, and who will be in control. Not only such, but the manufacture of conventional, non-nuclear weapons and the supply chain disruptions that could occur in manufacture, possession thereof, and critically and obviously, what such will mean in the American Gestapo Corporation’s lap-dog congress’ unwavering will to supply a UKrainian Smurf’s prostituted existence to keep an unwinnable UKrainian side on the battle field, not to mention the Empire Du Jour’s want of conflict conflagration to wherever it may sow chaos and death while rolling in profits. As well, D.C.’s Federal tax base, no doubt, will be shrinking up in short order after Declaration of Independence Squared, leaving it without the means so much that it slitheringly does to and fro around the globe in disruptive ignorance. Oh, how things will change. Golden opportunities.
Let it be, let it be
A-let it be, let it be
Yeah, there will be an answer
Let it be.
And in case one was not able to pick up on my golden foreshadowing, it seems to me like the world might just find out how much gold is actually contained in Fort Knox, as something tells me that Kentucky just might be an integral part of that new geographical location to be name-dropped in the not too distant future as those sands fall in the hourglass of destiny. Yeah, how much gold is contained in Fort Knox, once the trophies and back door dealings have been concluded!
Not to mention that Direct Democracy. Don’t forget about that!