by EndPoliticians | Jan 24, 2024 | Blog, Politics, Skulking In the Shadows, Slop Trough, Writing
A Prentice Ship Talking loud and ultimately saying nothing, of any importance anyways. Drib-drab à la mode. A regular wing-ding ding-a-ling extravaganza. Flappy-do. Paid for, but in no discernible way ordered by those societal takeaways left holding the overly spoiled...
by EndPoliticians | Jan 18, 2024 | Blog, Politics, Scum of the Earth, Slop Trough, Writing
Outie for the Innie? But two sides of the same spent coin. Just a couple blank casts of a compositionally misformed, headily tamped, slag laden, error riddled mould engraved in zero proof, backward dimensional anomalies; only to be reversely struck of a shameless die...
by EndPoliticians | Jan 11, 2024 | Blog, Life, MONEY, Philosophy, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Truth Be Told, What Happened?, Writing
Time to start in the middle of it, figuratively speaking anyways, though a literal translation might be just that of the end death bed, intravenously fed, alveoli drowned gasping gurgled sputter bringing the doped up, falsely weighted down doom necessitating right of...
by EndPoliticians | Jan 4, 2024 | Blog, Politics, Scum of the Earth, Stupidity Incarnate, Writing
Orbital Bone to Pick Well, another one bites the space dust in heavenly viewed high resolution photogenic encirclement of projecting terrestrial blazed movement feeding revolutionary galactic encompassment settled in evolutionary determined timed increments so...
by EndPoliticians | Dec 24, 2023 | Blog, Life, Writing
The rumour going around the North Pole is that Santa has had to switch to a larger sled, and double his reindeer team so as to accommodate the largest hauling of stocking coal to be distributed to the Globalist class masters and their morally bankrupt stringed...
by EndPoliticians | Dec 21, 2023 | Blog, Nature, Skulking In the Shadows, Writing, WTF?
Being > A Politician Those little wriggly bastards, and bitches too – to equitably spread the disdain for such piddly minded shadow skulkers leaving a trail of destruction in their wake as they consume the fruits of lowly labour sellers such as myself. Most...
