by EndPoliticians | Oct 24, 2024 | Blog, Graft, Hidden In Plain Sight, MONEY, Philosophy, Politics, Propaganda, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Slop Trough, The Human Condition, Throne Trolls, Truth Be Told, Writing
What an embarrassment! Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. Well, surely some of you do, once that point has been reached, reached out to touch you that is. As for those who don’t know, trust me, you are more than likely going to find out, and when you...
by EndPoliticians | Sep 25, 2024 | Blog, Life, Truth Be Told, Writing
This week’s post has been cancelled due to lack of interest on my part. ENDPOLITICIANS.COM has become a burden for many reasons, most of which, that of being monkey-fucked by so much intrusive predation during my creative process that anomalies/glitches have...
by EndPoliticians | Sep 19, 2024 | Blog, Life, Pulpify, Skulking In the Shadows, Truth Be Told, Writing
It Cannot be Unsaid, Nor Should it How does the old saying go?: If you loathe something, let it fly, and if it comes back to bite you, so fucking be it. Sounds about right to me, though tweak it a bit this way or that way for your liking. Or chances are, greatly to...
by EndPoliticians | Sep 4, 2024 | Blog, Direct Democracy, Poems, Politics, Pulpify, Skulking In the Shadows, Truth Be Told, Writing
Leopards and Tigers, but no bears, oh my Animalistic prowling, today and gone by Yearning safari, all encompassing scope In situ waste of atoms, a perfect isotope Now in admission, concessionary zoo General staff wielding, what is one to do? Tread on...
by EndPoliticians | Aug 29, 2024 | Blog, Politics, Pulpify, Throne Trolls, Truth Be Told, Writing
Devils Tower. Hmm, all of a sudden London and Washington DC come to mind. Well, my mind anyways. But what about Ottawa? one must be thinking. If so, clearly one has not been paying necessary enough attention. Clearly, Ottawa is the relentless runt suckling upon the...
by EndPoliticians | Aug 22, 2024 | Blog, Life, Truth Be Told, Writing, WTF?
Doggedness for escapement. A propensity for complexity? Nope. Pretty standard fare, even for a dolt. A perplexity of apoplexy? Yup. Energetically stroked out, an irate distaste to conflate under a thoroughly buried hate. Bawl of wax fantasizing conceptual wane. A...