Gen’rals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerer of death’s construction
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
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He sat back into his seat, in his man cave. It had been a long day. He held the whisky. It bit when he sipped. Eyes open ahead as he gulped it down. The glass empty. He poured another. He was still in his uniform. The day had been long. “Are you in there Daddy?” his...
I discuss the current state of the economy, how Trump is attempting to recover a nation of vitality, and we watch the 1992 presidential debate.
