“I shall wear my glassfloor breaking HillaryBubble Suit as I insanely exceed my namesake Sir Edmund Hillary’s conquest of Mount Everest by becoming the first woman to reach the summit … and stay there.”
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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
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I won’t be surprised to turn on the telescreen someday and see a report about Hillary Clinton mysteriously exploding. Maybe because she got too close to an RF source or something.
“It happens sometimes. People just explode. Natural causes.”
One trip, topple and resultant bounce with that bubble wrap suit will result in an epic head injury. Guess she got the idea after falling during her bubble bath. Eureka!!! And no Hillary, Melania is not impressed.
Hee hee. Forgot the helmet. Not that there’s anything left to save up there.
For real?
…and always, Humma’s grimacing rictus and Mail Pouch dip lower lip. Her iPhone-clutching claw. It’s always nauseating…
And it is MURCEK for the win with: “Mail Pouch dip lower lip.”