by EndPoliticians | Nov 30, 2023 | Blog, Life, Philosophy, Politics, The Human Condition, The-Ology, Writing
Just like a Catholic priest at summer camp in the middle of the night, this website – ENDPOLITICIANS.COM – life-changingly spewed forth a contemplative medium of substantive offering affecting the mind of the one so singled out being unfortunate enough to...
by EndPoliticians | Nov 1, 2023 | Blog, Life, The Human Condition, Writing
Horny Choad With all societies fantastical wanderings inclusive of encompassing directional wonderings by way of streetlike offerings, once blocked in carted technical advancement thoroughfares, leading the intermittent follower taken to give the blaring, occasionally...
by EndPoliticians | Oct 26, 2023 | Blog, Philosophy, Politics, Slop Trough, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Truth Be Told, Writing
Mindless Shock Gobbles Afoul A Foul Time to grab your water wings again people, the bleeding-heart surface squirting piss parade whirlpool is unremarkably still blowing hot air into substantive, fully blinded murkier depths of downright stuck clinging despair belaying...
by EndPoliticians | Oct 19, 2023 | Blog, Politics, Propaganda, Skulking In the Shadows, The Human Condition, Writing
Open Err Prise-On Encompassment of choking totality born, multigenerational occupied scorn, existential inescapably forlorn, violation of endless attrition worn, always in the end equating to desperate illumination of imperialistic Crusader form begetting further...
by EndPoliticians | Aug 24, 2023 | Blog, Politics, Scum of the Earth, Skulking In the Shadows, The Human Condition, Writing
Fourword The splatter pattern cometh. Make it Grate Shall we make America great again? Most assuredly such sounds like a con, a grift, foolhardiness of some depleted lame brained wacky tobacky mirage of a fantasy dwelling that never truly was or ever will be. American...
by EndPoliticians | Aug 10, 2023 | Blog, Poems, The Human Condition, Writing
Fallow heads of overreach sprout another’s planted intention Spreading the blight on any terms so blows of indignation Strewn about of mindless seed a harvest for the taking Stunted in and parcelled out the milled souls are taken to market Shepherd’s husks...
