by EndPoliticians | Dec 4, 2024 | Blog, Graft, Pulpify, Shock Gobbles, The Human Condition, Writing
Thought it necessary to give a shoutout to my besties. Those good old Rope, Beam, Rickety Stool, and sweet, endearing Gravity – oh, how Yours Crushed Hyoid Truly can rely greatly on them when times are tough! One, Rope, has the wherewithal and structure to hold...
by EndPoliticians | Sep 11, 2024 | Blog, Nature, Science, Shock Gobbles, The Human Condition, Writing, WTF?
Nymph o’ maniacs indeed. Forget the ugly stepsisters, how’s about a case of terminal verbal diarrhea personified of the spewing siren suffocative synopsis. So it goes, south. Always south, south in a hurry. Dribbling from whence it came. Roots, sickly...
by EndPoliticians | Jul 4, 2024 | Blog, Direct Democracy, MONEY, Politics, Pulpify, Shock Gobbles, Writing
Hypothetically speaking, upon whimpering foundational creaking, amid fissured amiss heightened geographical location tweaking, borne again by way of topped-out top-down overindulgent stagnated synaptic leaking, naked again though a differentiated tracer for the...
by EndPoliticians | Mar 28, 2024 | Blog, Eye of Sauron, Lies, Politics, Propaganda, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Shock Gobbles, Slop Trough, Stupidity Incarnate, Throne Trolls, Writing
A Leading Detached Introspection – Fuselage Tally Talk about a volunteering force, elastically the mission remains undrafted, as in not drawn up officially. Engaged within special ops, there is no way in hell that I would go commando in my natural location. A...
by EndPoliticians | Mar 14, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Politics, Propaganda, Scum of the Earth, Shock Gobbles, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Throne Trolls, Truth Be Told, Writing
Dumb Thee Down – Up the Hatch So easily spewed, yet so hard to swallow. Ah, needing to vomit in one’s own mouth upon non-retentive offerings. Podia wise, the breakfast of champions. For those to have crossed any sort of finished line anyways. Consumptive...
by EndPoliticians | Feb 8, 2024 | Blog, Politics, Scum of the Earth, Shock Gobbles, Slop Trough, Writing
Charles’ Dickins Cider – A Tale of Two Shitty’s It was the breast of times, it was the wurst of times, it was the age of triple speak, it was the age of “Fact Check,” it was the epoch of confusion, it was the epoch of three legged women,...