Herding by brand has always been. Billion$ are raked, communications are subtle ,
truth is subjective perspective with no real definition. White
can be gray, up can be down, left can be right, how you see it is
valuable to someone. Your sense of justice is ca$h, selling it
down the river without you even suspecting it, golden.
War is definitely a racket, prolly more so than when Smedley Butler first declared
that, proof of that seems clear. Just in the past few days, push-back from that
racket is really obvious. Without any physical evidence what-so-ever, all 17 U.S.
intelligence (do we really have 17?) agencies claim the Russians hacked the election,
in favor of Trump. The collective budgets certainly in the multi-billions, the price
of faulty intelligence seems way more than just that. The air force declared that
the way over budget, multi-billion, non-functioning f-35 cannot be replaced by the
cheaper, existing, very effective f-18 program, can’t be done, don’t even consider
it, with all the official hurrumph and pompous ridicule that she could muster,
the very idea of it was pooh-poohed to the max. Meanwhile, a U.S. brigade was
rapidly deployed to counter (supposedly) perceived Russian aggression. The
Russians are definitely coming always worked before, and Putin is the new Hitler,
so stand by to stand by, keep yer powder dry, many $$’s will be spent to protect you
tho, not that there’s any bullshit of mass deception.
The sky is always falling, yet somehow an always low, low tax rate manages to keep
it off/in your head. Eight years ago, (just you wait) there were cries of climate
change, deficit spending, the anti-christ is here, the Russians are coming,
dogs and cats sleeping together, Iran mongering, always something, yet the world
survived. Good thing the new and improved is here to save us from ourselves.
We can rebuild D.C., make it better than it was, first we gotta drain the swamp,
build a wall, lock her up, make America great again.
All that shouldn’t cost much.
Today is the day, now is definitely the time, all that is really everything is the you.
Only you could be you, just about everything else is not, and how we tell that
is really up to you too. Sure, everyone else will define you anyway, but most every
one can and will find some problem, some fault in you. Nothing in them, lucky
if they even tolerate the slightest critterism, but you is a totally different critter.
There’s always something, and it’s always their mission in life to point it out,
especially if it’s you, and it is.
