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September 22, 2014
Life is a cabaret, old chum, here in Caligula’s bedroom.
A sort of insanity rules, warning of stress building along many political San Andreas faults waiting for the Big One.A pathologically aggressive United States bombs countries almost at random while little boys are dragged from school in handcuffs for pointing a finger and saying âBang.â Girls suffer from bulimia and anorexia, lunacies nonexistent in psychically healthy societies. A crack-brained feminism makes cockamamie circuses of the universities. Bastardy runs at a perilous thirty percent among white women, verging on cultural disintegration, and seventy percent among blacks. The epicene young grow in sheltered, meaningless hothouse-suburbs, never having worked, baited a hook, been in a schoolyard fight, or existed outside of a feckless bored helplessness. From the cellars come prancing homosexuals, men in dresses and panties, the surgically altered inverts and sadomasochistic hobbyists. The high schools are become drug markets, differing only slightly from the middle schools.- - Fred On Everything
Posted by gerardvanderleun at September 22, 2014 6:07 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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Well yeah, that pretty well sums it up. A bit verbose (coming from me, grin) but on the mark.
"It's like being in Caligula's Rome. A half breed faggot of dubious provenance on the throne and toadying grifters running the place. You gotta forgive me, I'm not well ... sometimes I think I've seen too much. I wish Putin had grown up in Boise." – Remus
What did we expect?
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at September 23, 2014 12:58 AM
It going to be worse than a drug and booze fueled 60 year bender. You have to come down at some point and when you do it's hard and sounds like 30' of link chain falling on a manhole cover.
The only good part of the ending is there are those of us that didn't join the idiocy; we're here to kick them in the jaw and break their necks so they can't get up.
Somebody has to run the dozer to bury the bodies and cover up the mess.
Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck at September 23, 2014 3:02 AM
@VW — A man after my own heart. There are a number of us that woke up years ago, with or without the thirty feet of chain; for me it sounded like a 56 Chevy going in the lake and burbling slowly and surely to the bottom, me grasping for a door handle. Ah well, bottom is bottom.
Anyway, enough of us to go house to house if we have to and round up all the usual suspects. "Give 'em a fair trial and then hang 'em" as Judge Roy Bean would say.
Posted by: chasmatic at September 23, 2014 4:27 AM
Had dinner and drinks with Fred last night. Good to see him again. We spoke some about what he writes, but mostly about his amazing daughters. Fred charted his own way in life, and his girls are doing the same.
Posted by: DonRodrigo at September 23, 2014 9:50 AM