by EndPoliticians | Jun 29, 2023 | Blog, Nature, Propaganda, Science, The Human Condition, Writing
Dromedary Hallux If I had one of my very own, chances are, I wouldn’t leave the house for a week. Well, check that – repeatedly and often for thorough purposes, I most certainly would. After an affirming reassessment, I had better make that a month, at the...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 15, 2023 | Blog, Politics, Propaganda, Scum of the Earth, Stupidity Incarnate, Truedope Antics, Writing
On Toppled Of The World The stakes were high. Life or death indeed. Gambling at such international locales required verifiable creditworthiness to be presented. After all, everyone playing gets a turn at dealing the cards and drawing upon the deck. It would surely be...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 8, 2023 | Blog, Politics, Propaganda, Scum of the Earth, The Human Condition, Writing
Steppe Right Down Folks The Z man. That plainly vast miss-steppe ankle biter rambunctious rascal of tomfoolery world tourism. He-brew a strange brew indeed. Still in his backyard of 20 percent reduction by volume of a now uncorked rosé spattered geographical vessel...
by EndPoliticians | Apr 27, 2023 | Blog, Propaganda, The Human Condition, Writing
Blast Off to Cast Off Obviously a major malfunction. Definitely a Challenger for the be all and end all catchall of the unceremoniously and often poisoned independent windfall agonizingly feeding a desperate societal informational hunger that is all too appreciably...
by EndPoliticians | Apr 20, 2023 | Blog, Propaganda, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Writing
Fourword Somebody clip their wings. Influenzaer Warning: this is not a drill – it is an impact driver. Though matter-of-factly, definitely a boring tool for those who do not want to constructively screw around while building a based framework structurally...
by EndPoliticians | Mar 16, 2023 | Blog, Propaganda, Stupidity Incarnate, Writing, WTF?
Webbed Feat Time to peer into that crystal ball. No, not that sped up methamphetamine stupor of focused delusional exuberance. As a teen, some old acquaintances used to partake, though it seemed like an instant lobotomy from my perspective. Steered clear. Reefer was...
