Fourword

Y’ought to have salad!

Glug, Glug, Smug, Smug

Chop, chop. Line ‘em up. Blow this up your knows, dames and fellows! Flotsam upon their logorrheic jetsam – come and get you some! Humdrum humbug keel haul who’s the vessel to be drug down under entire substrate blown asunder? Cigar boast cigar boats such a plume clouded shroud concoction gravely ashed sight o’ toxin expelled white noise point blank zero poise yahoo swamp dwelling supercharged motormouth cowboys ahoy anchor inflated seizing immature buoys. 

Just floating it out there in the See of Deception. Ceremoniously treading such a wedding see-salted & hitching post mort’ em ruder mouthbrooder conceal meant inelegant there it went jet-trash spent itinerant heat seeking admonishment Pennsylvania Driven event. Round ‘em up squarely down rigging caught soaked crossing the lyin’ in weight formation. Bottom feeding tube tied the not to be acknowledged ceremoniously faecal fed derivative conglomerate desensitized in store shelved surface stock aid corporate whores unto favela doors of perceptive matter master miss Monroe viand gorged gorgonian “Liberty.” 

Oh what a prise that yellow card carrying extrajudicial killing it not so softly red ejection transgression extra time cut loose slips tackled heading substitutive dressing wounds a foul flagrant behavioural modification needed post saving grace annulled penalty stricken shot upon officialdom hosting geographical location docking deep coffered coiffure stiffened bronze aged antiquarian degenerate diseased spreading chicken wing and a preyer conveyed prime time in all its worth whiling away remainders reminiscent Sudetan lands a lot in hot waters cleansing ore slurry struck down outright crude refined malevolent Neo-occupied crust cutting infiltrative bizarre mark it.

Yeah, right, like it’s not all about subjugating the geographical location with the world’s number one supply of oil reserves…not to mention plentiful minerals and resources in the new golden age. Say, who does have Venezuela’s gold and refuses to give it back?

The Ginger Hippo and the goose-stepping American Crown Shitty Advisory Committee. Only a bunch of willfully ignorant buffoons could concoct some okeydokee-hokey-pokey “peace prize’ handed out by an organization known for overlooking the second most boring sport in the galaxy: yaaaawn….ZZZZZZ! Here is a hint, if the sport is more palatable and exciting when women play it, other than beach volleyball and tennis that is, something is seriously wrong with that sport. Though, as shitty and boring as soccer/football is, Yours Offended By The Alphabet Creator Truly would rather watch soccer over American “football” any day of the week. American “football”, there is a good fuckin’ reason it has not caught on worldwide like soccer/football has. American “Football,” where the ball is touched by peoples actual feet for less than 30 seconds in a game.

Like a CrackerJack doctor’s diploma, A FIFA “peace prize” is worth less than fresh human shit blindly stepped on while wearing one’s brand new pair of Sunday’s finest shoes. Indeed, whoever thought up such a beyond Full Retard course of action should receive the Nobel ‘Piece Prize,’ delivered ceremoniously from a reaper drone in hastily heaping helping heaving – TNT! TNT! TNT! for the USA! USA! USA! Conglomeration of Corporate Whore Full Retard Advisory Committee. 

Has anyone any idea how much narcotics it takes to feed the insatiable appetite of the subjects of the American Crown Corporation dead set on living the crumpled tinfoil, crusted nostril, and devil-dick-sucking American dream? Mega-tons of a fuck of a lot more dummy-dust than blowing away some regime change projecting token piddly boats crisscrossing whichever liquid geographical location is set to deliver to any dumb-fuck, autoerotic Trumpian fart-sniffing lobotomite thinking that anything other than gestapo tactics are being undertaken in a bid to smear Venezuela in a new Full Retard age of the equivalent of that of Saddam Hussein’s “Weapons of Mass Destruction” being peddled by Colin Powell and the corporate death machine of American Crown utilization dead set on penetrative murder for power and profits in ramped up Monroe Doctrine madness.

Why doesn’t the American Crown start bombing Chinese freighters in an attempt to curb the out of control fentanyl inundating America’s confines? Fentanyl is a fuck of a lot of a bigger problem than any amount of South American cocaine could ever be. Why not drop the Father of All Bombs on some Myanmar mule trains every so often while they are at it? I’m telling you, those Third World donkeys and their jockeys – serious fuckin’ business you know, lettin’ loose them dragons to chase on U.S. soil. Heck, why stop at Myanmar mule trains?, why not go straight for American pharmaceutical giants producing synthetic opiates and just hit them HQ’s all Blitzkrieg Shock & Awe like with some tactical nukes? How many thousands of Americans have Oxycontin and the like outright killed, not to mention the untold number of Oxy-Morons roaming them “royal” American geographical locations? Surely the American Fourth Reich has no qualms about rocket propelled grenades being unleashed upon suspected trailer park meth labs, do they? It seems logical to Yours Freelance Enterprises Truly! Just monitor all drugstore security camera footage, and everyone in Tornado Alley that purchases more than two packets of medication containing ephedrine and proceeds to drives back to a modular home – Whammo!, quad copter drone high explosive delivery. If it kills their neighbours, fuck ‘em, chances are they were smokin’ crystal lobotomy anyways! Call it the Trump Investing in American Salvation Initiative. Praise the Lard! And what of all the fishes and crustaceans now suffering newfound cocaine addictions? Fuck the fish!! The Trumpian Ginger Hippo probably does – a smallmouth bass aficionado no doubt!!!

So exactly how much does the Ginger Hippo care about the destitute subjects of the American Crown Corporation? All these ‘Emergency Act’ narcotic inundation tariffs, they were designed and destined to dismantle the crumpled tinfoil, crusted nostril, and devil-dick-sucking American dream, were they not? Of the billions or trillions in tariffs collected, exactly how much has the Ginger Hippo used to productively fund any means and programs to help put an end to those stuck in the grips of addiction regimes? Any federally funded detox facilities, drug rehabilitation programs, educational awareness, counselling services….or does the Fourth Reich rising expect all the down and out to invest in the stock market so they can prove their worth and pay for some exorbitantly priced “American Dream” ritzy nouveau Gaza Strip waterfront getaway born-again miraculous hallelujah nice to meet ya u-turn coming of age simulation extraordinaire drug rehabilitation centres?

Tiny little dicks runnin’ around in private circle-jerks. Seems with all the new Artificial Intelligence being generated, baseline humanoid intelligence sinks deeper into a torpedoing of common sense held back at the influx of evermore propagandized bullshit espousing narcissism now hinging on a murderous fucking buffoon and his autoerotic Trumpian fart-sniffing lobotomites being validated and self-aggrandized upon a “peace prize” handed out by the second most boring sport in the waning galaxy and it’s representative Association capable of doing more for Yours Punctuation Butcher Truly than a cup of sleepy time tea and a healthy dose of melatonin. 

Really, who the fuck is making this dystopian ascended gonad shit up?

Jesus McFuckin’ Christ, what’s next, an official Buckingham Palace statement claiming that the Ginger Hippo did not double-fist that bitch Queen Chuck of England while using beach sand as lube after their recent and infamous Queer carriage ride around “royal” grounds used to parade ownership over the “leader” of the 49th County of England? USA! USA! USA-Holes!