by EndPoliticians | Jun 22, 2023 | Blog, Lies, Scum of the Earth, Stupidity Incarnate, What Happened?, Writing, WTF?
Driving Miss Dazey I had been there before on many occasions. Déjà vu, no, actuality, yes, Going places. Pretty much my entire adult life actually. From one geographical location to another, and there have been more than a few, that is for sure. I want more,...
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 | 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 | Apr 6, 2023 | Blog, Politics, Scum of the Earth, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Writing
Fourword Offended by the alphabet!? Leaky Buckets In the Heat of the Fight I feel like committing a crime! Let’s say, oh, murdering some insensibilities of the unconscious rambling zombiism passing as rational politically acceptable societal discourse!? Perhaps...
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...
by EndPoliticians | Mar 2, 2023 | Blog, Politics, Scum of the Earth, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Writing
Food From Thoughts The mind is a terrible thing to waste. Hmm, such a statement could branch off in many directions and leave one’s rooted stationary dwelling into a transplanted fertilized clear cut existence stemming from that of suddenly seeing the fostered...
