Fuck it all, we all must don pastel waffle stompers and transverse the silvered glass. It only shatters when breached by a dunce. And the mirror in this establishment is always perfectly intact, with only minor spherical aberations. Everything here comes cheap yet productive. It's the House of Libertarian Euphoria. There are novel opinions on the Presidency to mull the fuck over.
Here in Ozzdisnia, a computer generated bogus princedom, it is conceivable to all residents that forty fucking five may be applying reasonable and effective managerial science, in some garden variety Machiavellian motif, to domestic and world affairs. The six foot three inch transgender polar bear ran a complex opening gambit, installing dazzling Bettsy DeVos and Linda McMahon, to instill confusion with prescription stardust. The move successfully wasted the energies of his many opponents, while hiding critical elements of a more isolationist free market agenda.
He appoints a bovine cognitive elite farm lass for press secretary, forcing feminists to fuck themselves over. They can't subject her to ridicule without exposing themselves as bullies with gender bias comparable to that of white males. The same principle applies with Linda and Betsy.
The TPB (transgender polar bear) pulled his downy ass out of the Climate Conference. Polar Bear haters will say the president is callous to normal, reasonable environmental concerns and policies. This word slinging cowpoke suggests, for sport, the exit was part of an opening gambit, in both economic and political strategy. If successful, the move will force the EU to bargain more favorably to US interests, independent of environmental goals. Clean, glowing libertarian philosophers will pipe in here that conservation is best achieved by individuals, groups and municipalities better than by the federal government, whose job is better practiced in terms of foreign and domestic relations. If the whole shit pile composts properly, the US economy will be able to rectify it's poor, fucked up lousy self, in time, while retaining the ability to negotiate, initiate, produce, and sell it's happy fucking self into desirable standards of living. Jesus tits, a conservative free market philosophy may enable the kind of advanced humane happy horseshit that commie assholes have been huckstering for the last century. Commie assholes won't admit that libertarians can be the cutting edge of humanity. Individuals develop earning power, influence, and the material ability to construct the arts and sciences. Critics of the political left could refer to it as a parasite on the arm of formal academics. Most currently, the fuckers have been booting anything libertarian in nature out of universities. There are nut jobs out there, like me, who want to schwing the free market way back in.
A transition out of social economics and into isolationist lessez faire is cooking on the front burner. Whether it smells good, or whether the cooking stinks, it might turn out swell. Far fucking out! If it all goes shitty, then everyone who hates 45 bad will be correct. No hard feelings. I'm a nice motherfucker. We all are. And we all need to be feisty enough to handle opposing views on politics. I'll be schwinging out more political essays real soon. Oh, fucking happy day!
For a little teaser, when the spirit moves my hairy ass, I'm gonna' chat up on what started out as Steve 'Sloppy Steve' Bannon's strategy. It was in the media for geological nana-seconds, and needs to be retrieved from the cosmic shit-pile of subject matter. There was a phrase bandied real early in 45dom, "administrative deconstruction" that needs to be talked about, like an eight foot tall hermaphrodite in a powder blue frock. There should be an agenda to remove leftist politics from government and non-government agencies. This could be a fat ball buster for a lot of people. Baby boomers who were forced as small children to read Dick and Jane books in school may recall how fucking well, Dick and Jane's mom and dad got along. And then there was this agenda to destroy the American middle class, for reasons of social justice and progress. Fuck me for blithering. I'll get back this crap, next post. Love everything. It's all the shit-load we have.
Oh, fuck, before I forget, I've been meaning to bring three names into my shiny zinc bucket of beefs and griefs. Fucking Paul Krugman, Noam Chomsky, and Tom (Rich Eagle Scout) Steyer are three deluded, irrelevant and desperate bastards. Chomsky did his best intellectual work a long time ago. Now his brain is tangled up in blue. Krugman's socialized economics for elites works atrociously for everyone but his narrow school of toadies. All tax paid high minded marshmellow fluff. Steyer has been engaged in a collossal do-gooder project, pure middle class noblesse-oblige, like a mental disorder, in which he tries to save the world by getting 45 impeached, his treat. Like he's buying us all a fucking ice cream sandwich. I'll be blithering about this and more, next blog entry.
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