P- Non-denominational International Blather
It's this non-denominational International Blather about us. The bane of our existence. It's about being controlled by our yesterdays faster than we can run out of tomorrows. Maybe it's the fault of our now, our new inner self, this ego-induced illusion that individuality is our sole encumbrance of reality, taught by Yoda, Buddha, or some Hindu indoctrinated lies from Christ.
Not Christ directly, but his deluded flock of fuck ups. Those sycophantic post jew followers who believe in their own private and personal store-bought righteousness. Those MAGA-lites who judge others by lot and sentence them to their previously personalized versions of hell.
Their goal: to see alligators dining on apple pickers glowing from the big screens while drinking cocktails and floating in their pool. Or, maybe don leather jackets, tie down a thirty-thousand-dollar hog to a trailer behind their giant, super loud shiny Ford 350 pickups. Buy a case of Bud and head up the highway to the swamp they drained.
On arriving at Alligator Alcatraz State Campground, we unload the gear, the guns. and have them cut and paste ladies in their halter tops, and them Ray-Bans, wrap their thighs around our hard tails-- lie back there for the ride. Get it all roaring to the 'Glades.' It's another drive-by Saturday. Cruising between Friday's close and waiting for the inside trades to ring Monday's bell and maybe buy a house.
Stop! Let's watch and poke sticks at the detainees when they poop in the open behind the chain link. Guards will sell you postcards at the gate. We are the gangs who purchase camouflage and ammo in bulk, and know the necessity of a second silencer in the glove compartment. It's for our Glocks. We're the anti-woke on a weekend getaway—the people with masks, loaded guns, and hate to share.
Let's do a drive-by through a small town rally and tase some liberals.
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9/30/25
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