by EndPoliticians | May 29, 2025 | Blog, Nature, Politics, Propaganda, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Slop Trough, Throne Trolls, Writing
…..Yup, and that’s why the Roman army crucified that poor soul. Well, that and that poor soul waited too long to listen to the manifestations of the songbirds. That’s right, the song birds. Nope, not those cooing pigeons; especially not those seeded...
by EndPoliticians | May 22, 2025 | Blog, Direct Democracy, Philosophy, Politics, The Human Condition, The-Ology, Truth Be Told, Writing
Fourword Waves in the past. You-Turn “I would rather walk, with all of that unstuffed, refreshing fresh air and all accompanying such an endeavour, you know. Unencumbered, contemplative realizations underway by way of underfoot passings. Such enlightening and...
by EndPoliticians | May 15, 2025 | Blog, Graft, Politics, Propaganda, Shock Gobbles, Slop Trough, Writing
Fourword Wrong angle right-angle. Jandal Express In ominous foreshadowing, all the stars aligned, in a criss-crossed confinement paralleled arrangement inhabiting the straight and narrows furtively cobbled deeply in togetherness altogether spun-a-yarn containment...
by EndPoliticians | May 8, 2025 | Blog, Poems, Pulpify, Satire, Skulking In the Shadows, The-Ology, Writing
And the crowd went wild with feverish fervour! Nascent bellowing markedly uplifting new spirit Effluvium uropygium denoting cardinal point Wangled denotation upon uropygial gland exhaustion Pestled concoction tyke marrow mortared paste Osseous odoriferous stoked...
by EndPoliticians | May 1, 2025 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Skulking In the Shadows, Slop Trough, Writing, WTF?
It is said, in many places, that April showers bring May flowers, and in William’s world, such would be the case, even though William, or Billy, as his friends, coworkers and, out of his own insistence, any new introductory acquaintance would greet him. Though...
by EndPoliticians | Apr 24, 2025 | Blog, Eye of Sauron, Graft, Politics, Propaganda, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Skulking In the Shadows, Slop Trough, The Human Condition, Throne Trolls, Truth Be Told, Word Salad, Writing
Fourword Here we go again. Starter Salad Such an irremediable stink that personification of putrefaction is in whole-handed underfoot laid waste waylaying static brained terminally engrained shit-stain acid-rained linguistically-profane runaway-train of societal shame...
