26.4.20

55,383 (as of 1650, Sunday, 26 4. 20)


he was listening again to yet another commentator on television assail the president correctly  it was ad nauseum ad nauseum the clown had made him nauseous even before he descended on an escalator to address a bribed gathering who chanted his name chanted chanted enchanting  he loves his name chanted he loves adulation he thinks hes the king of the kingdom
                 delusion hadnt hurt him in the past Daddy always picked him up and wiped his nose and told him what a grand boy he was never raised a hand to him a hand was never raised to him he never had to prove his mettle among men with his fists because there were people who did that for him he was too prettyhe was too protectedtoo bundled in a roll of banknotes
                                 yah a regular fuckin kingpin without a scar to prove his cred 


he listened to the commentator yammer and bluster the man had been within arms length of the clowns orange wig  and he would have thought for the animosity the commentator obviously endured that he would have stepped forward offered his hand as his brother did once years ago when they were kidswhen they were outnumbered four – to – two

he saw it coming the fake handshake the feign  and as the kid extended his hand to take his whining brothers his brother suddenly snatched his wrist with his left and brought a wicked uppercut from his belt to the tip of the kids chin  c o l d c o c k e d  the fuck didnt even feel the back of his skull slap on the concrete street and the suddennessthe unexpectedness of it though he saw it comingsaw it coming because he knew his brother was crazy  wrenched the situation from their advantage  took it out of their hands

hed positioned himself to catch the guy standing beside him with an elbow to the temple

it was as easy as 1 – 2
                          and with the ferocity of the attackits suddenness now an even playing field with crazies the remaining two bolted
                     Buhbye baby Bye bye

his brother picked up their baseball bat from the side of the street and smashed the taillights of the c o l d c o c k e d cocks car

they walked away

they left the car running

stealing the car would have been a road -- too – far



listening to the commentator recalling his proximity to the president all he could think was that the commentator could have busted his lip and let loose-lipsprobably for the first time ever since he fell off his bicycle and had it shot that he would have tasted his own blood

the president who had no clue how many Americans had died of coronavirus – that was the question that should have been asked every time he took the podium – the president dispersed bright shiny objects to the media to keep it offbalance  

they shouldve been 

its nothing more that countermeasure  militaristic  

if the militarys brute force has civilian implications countermeasures flares and chaff bright shiny objects obfuscate and distract
            Look hereLook here! NO  Over thereOver there!

the president isnt a genius

he isnt even a man

his neighbourhood would have eaten him up and spit him out inedible  besides   who wants a mouthful of shit            

bright shiny objects  flares and chaff  distractions  phony childs toy balloons  and somehow the media is intemperate  is unwilling to call Horseshit! get up and walk out of phony coronavirus pressers feeble MAGA rallies and walk every time the president evades legitimate health concerns and cant answer the question
Sir. How many Americans have died from coronavirus?

if theres a single thingone number he should be able to hold in his head and regurgitate or maybe not its pretty big its the direct result of his failed policiesof the Federal governments inaction when its Intelligence informed his administration in November A PANDEMIC
                                             he ought to be able to saywith confidence irrevocably  at last because States data streams to the Federal government HOW MANY AMERICANS HAVE DIED BECAUSE OF HIS MAGICAL--THINKING 


“I ALONE CAN FIX (THIS).”



horseshit
            bust him in the mouth it wouldnt hurt to try to bring him back to reality the taste of his own blood

1859,  Thursday,  23  4. 20
1636,  Sunday,  26  4. 20

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