The bandwagon of bull shit rolls on around an electorate whom, sad to say, know very little of the truth. The only way to discover the truth is to go look for your self.
People in the red top world believe what the red tops tell them, well those whom are literate, and the broad sheets simply peddle articulate untruths.
Or half truths.
On a good day.
There are not many good days.
These days.
Stay safe if you can.
Trump is leaving the building, that makes a lot of people happy, indeed an invitation to euphoria, but not for The Proud Boys, an extremist band of hooligans, whom follow the dangerous republican clown.
Im not quite sure how the bufoon became president, are you? Surely an intelligent individual would not be likely to inject bleach as a cure for the virus which has ravaged his country, and sadly many other patches of terra firma on this, our home, our small rotating globe.
Britain is faring no better than the land of the free. On a percentage calculation taking account of land mass, and population density, with Boris behind the wheel, steering the country to its doom, whilst instilling an incorrect belief, that such horrors may be suffered by other countries.
BUT....
NOT IN ENGLAND, yes, in England. Evidently if you shout everyone understands this age old untruth.
Time to crawl out from under the Union Flag?, very soon there may be no union. And with such leaders, whom are more interested in economics than human lives, I suspect we could all be doomed.
So Donald, thankyou for making America great, enjoy your final White House days, as you really are leaving the building.
Take Boris with you.
Standing outside boarded up shopfronts in what used to be Main Street or High Street, maybe Sesame Street ?
I waited in hope, or in vain, for a public transport that was always just around the corner.
In this abandoned corner of society where hope had caught the last train out, we few were left to clean up, it was a thankless task.
Or so it seemed.
The remnants of a devastating virus hung around like warring street gangs waiting for the next fight. But there was no fight left, the enemy winning on a points decision.
The public transport never arrived, the shop fronts remained boarded up in what used to be Main Street or High Street, maybe Sesame Street ?
Sin comisiones de mantenimiento y administración de tu cuenta.
Gratis las cuotas de emisión y mantenimiento de dos tarjetas de crédito (titular y beneficiario)2.
Transferencias ilimitadas por cajero
Blah blah blah
Estaba con alicia en el bosque de maravillas, ojala, pero era una pesadilla, no un sueño. Rodeado por una manada de políticos y banqueros.
El precio de mantenimiento ya esta doble. Con cuota anual etc eso no es un banco es robo. Entonces si te queda un duro, metelo bajo la almohada. Mejor.
No voy a identificar el banco tampoco el sucursal, solo funcionarias...siguiendo la política de la empresa.
Pero, piensalo, almohada.
escucho a los pájaros cantar sus inocentes buenos días.
Observo las mentiras de los políticos que se escabullen de la justicia.
Siento la codicia del codicioso contando las ganancias por encima de todo.
busco el equilibrio
no encuentro ninguno
Musica de regueton,
pero lento y suave,
la gente esta bailando al ritmo de los tambores…
una mezcla sensual,
eletista,
elegante.
Un rumbo de colisión,
de corazones.
O votar en blanco.
