by EndPoliticians | May 7, 2026 | Blog, Eye of Sauron, Graft, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Politics, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Skulking In the Shadows, Slop Trough, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Throne Trolls
Alas Sickly widgets Servants non observant Wild goose chase salient Goolies undropped upon blatant confiscation Owned totality pared wholly vacuous defunctness Septic arrangements overfilling rode rash paved tanks Offal trench footed gradient meters unchecked filthily...
by EndPoliticians | Apr 28, 2026 | Blog, Eye of Sauron, Graft, Politics, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Skulking In the Shadows, Slop Trough, Throne Trolls, Writing
Foreword One, Two, Three – Blastoff!? Jolly Good Fun Extra, Extra, Red All About it!!!: King Charles the Turd Visits the 49th County of England, USA! USA! US-Atypical Ring Kissers! – in turn foreshadowing a “royal” bloodbath. A “royal” bloodbath –...
by EndPoliticians | Apr 23, 2026 | Blog, Eye of Sauron, Graft, Hidden In Plain Sight, Offended By The Alphabet?, Politics, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Skulking In the Shadows, Slop Trough, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Throne Trolls, Truth Be Told, Writing
Fourword Papier mǎché spread eagle. Out of Nowhere It was a comic book conundrum of epic proportions for the closeted, cape-wearing “protagonists.” The Invisible Man’s rape victim proclaimed, “He came out of nowhere!” Zing! Apparently the Invisible Man’s off-spring...
by EndPoliticians | Apr 8, 2026 | Blog, Eye of Sauron, Hidden In Plain Sight, Offended By The Alphabet?, Politics, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Skulking In the Shadows, Slop Trough, Stupidity Incarnate, Throne Trolls, Truth Be Told, Writing
Oh yeah, that’s so hot – white phosphorous hot! That’s it, fuck yeah – lube it up, lube it up good, oh yeah, just the way I know you can! That’s it – chickenhawk-tua, yeah, chickenhawk-tua! Oh yeah, little hands, now, back and forth and back and...
by EndPoliticians | Apr 2, 2026 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Philosophy, Shock Gobbles, The Human Condition, Truth Be Told, Writing
Fourword Narcoleptic spells sleeper cells. Parktown Prawn Cacophony To some it had become apparent. A lie within a lie within a lie within a lie, harboured within endless substrates of untruth, circled in compartmentalized deception. There was never an end, heaven...
