Something how satire morphs. Meaning can span and nosedive. Doesn't matter if funny. What the heck's that? Hell in good company and south's dead? Mocking ignoramus. Uh huh. History's some ball-of-wax. Believe me. Or don't. Time marches on. So it goes. Guy bands is history.
Women is not just Her-story but ours. Going back, no matter how buried by time and men's aspirations? Women shined. Often enough, emblazoned in pure sacrifice. Girding men's divisions. But then, that's been life. Why would grudge matches' nature's change? Obvious for centuries of generations. The Middle East is miserable people making everyone else so miserable, change hasn't happened. Inspiring everywhere else. Easier manufacturing destruction, than raising wheat. Both still planned when Ukraine's cleared of people.
Children still raised where their environments are devoted to revenge, twisted past proportion. Yet? Yet, more importantly, big money killing each other is the purpose. Purpose behind pretending territorialism's serious business. Tagged patriotic. But just game. When should only be serious business. Bunch'a crap.
Netanyahu, Putin, Biden, Congress. Entire world's elitist, aristocratic, political, dynasties. All beg for money to replace misused crap. President Joe Biden is approving MORE OIL BREAKS, defending the oil business' World Destruction. Because BIG OIL owns the economy. They bought the Safari Trip of a Lifetime, Killing Planet Earth. Hook, line and barrel of outlived beneficial use.
Bogged down in a quagmire. At least money carries on. Well, no. Hasn't. Circulated so far from full circulation, it's not completely fathomable where all the misplaced dams are. Damn. That's life. Supposed to learn from mistakes.
But when there's been a president teaching everything's twisted. To slide around fact. He's a documented criminal.
The country should have learned from his being a twisted piece-of-work. Discombobulate the Sycophant of World Wreckers to Mar-a-Lago. Where he should eat the key. More than fake patriotic. Hands-down traitor. January 6th - The Stunt, traitorious.
Last year seeing The Soapbox View's Thomas Paine, call-to-action, Responsibility. Really did grow out of experiences and reading. Meeting Ina and Robert A. Caro inspired my work further. So as did my falling in love with Sade Baderinwa, that was confirmed by both our eyes.
After all she'd said, "Bye guys," that night no one from her group, including Ritter, left while walking to the 67th Street entrance. Just me left standing there, respectful as always.
Behind us, yes. But gnaws, ya know Sade, so! See you. How're you doing?
Soul, the sizzling conscience. 
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