“Talkin’
about the midnight gambler. Did you see him jump the garden wall.”
Look, I don’t know the covfefe calculus behind it all, but this fascination
about “twitter” following of Donald John Trump’s rant and rage, it doesn’t make
sense? Why so many are infatuated with the wasting of precious time such a
“nothing burger”, this rehearsed release from a bonafide Moron, it is
mind-boggling. There ain’t no rewind with your time! There must be a kick-back
somewhere along the line for the Moron’s dedication to disrupt the America
spirit with un-presidential 3rd grade like fits. In fact, I consider any following
this Moronism akin to animal abuse, those that play into this fascination as it
is like harassing monkeys at a zoo, wherein you can get a male species to jerk
off with the right hand while smoking a cigarette on the left. OK, no sex
involved as we can be sure that Melanomia doesn’t give in to the Moron’s “Access
Hollywood” perversion tactics of “grab them by the pussy”. There is rumor the 3rd
Lady has a restraining order against the Moron’s hands, and he doesn’t smoke.
Sure she is the 3rd in-line, behind Stormy and some other Playboy
bimbo. I have told my kid’s kids to stay 3000-miles away from the White House,
it is no longer a safe haven neighborhood! In fact, our kids may be safer in
M-13 hoods. But this fascination with Trump’s “Tweets”, if not a monkey-see and
monkey-do, it’s like that seat in the back of the class-room. Or that seat in
the back of the bus, or seated in the back row of the plane reserved for the
crying kids! The “back” is where the toilets are hiding away and the reason for
the crying kids, it muffles the “flush” and just blame the stink on a dirty
diaper. Yes, all too close for comfort this station calling, nothing but the
flushing and stench of a guy that has a terrible diet and shits with an explosive
diarrhea like uncontrollable force on a daily by minute basis and doesn’t care
of the fallout on the surroundings. That’s my definition of the Moron’s “Tweets”.
Yes, staying tuned to Rex Tillerson’s Fucking Moron, it’s like listening to
someone taking a crap - “Listen and
you’ll hear him moan, Talkin’ about the midnight gambler”. I keep my
distance as being “crapped” upon by a Moron is way below my dignity! OK on
another “calculus”. Back a few years ago a guy traveled up to Alaska because he
was fascinated with Sarah Palin and wanted to see where she lived. On his way,
he stopped by a road-side latrine and inadvertently dropped his keys down the
“crapper”, and this relief station was out in the middle of nowheresville. In
desperation, as it was a cold winter’s night, he climbed into the “crapper” in
efforts to retrieve the car keys and couldn’t get out. Nothing else to do but wait
patiently for help, and soon another “gotta go” stopped in to do the business,
and when the seat went slam and it was like the end of the world due no light
penetration from above…talk about a shocker when she heard voices from down
below. True story, no fake about it, of record on the Alaska State Trooper
blotter. Which means every-time I think about this Moron and the ongoing daily
ritual “Twitter” affair, it’s not “Talk of the Town” but “Toilet Talk”! I don’t
want to be left stranded down below with his urinal runeth over behavior. And
on another “calculus”, this “midnight gambler”. We have heard about the Devin
Nunes “midnight” runs over to the White House, wherein the biggest cry-baby
member of Congress brings Big Macs with cheese to the Moron. So what, Nunes’
boss can’t sleep so eat and since Melanomia sleeps in secret locations, who
else but the “Pig Boy” can make all-hours house call deliveries! Damn, gives
new meaning to call girls of the night! But
there is another “midnight shyster heist” in our midst, it’s called the “Greening
of Richie Rich America”. Something strange happened at the end of the week, on
January 26th to be precise. On that Friday away from the 13th
even, the stock market started cratering, and finally after a month’s time…just
another way the proletariat class gets crapped upon, as the middle-class is but
that bottom-feeding frenzy population with respect to what we get out of
gambling in the stock market. OK, let me put it in perspective once again “How Moron
Things Work”. When the Moron needed some extra loot so his “Trump Tower” dysentery
dynasty family of thugs could continue to lead a lifestyle unbecoming anything consistent
with American made “True Value”, hey just raid the henhouse - a.k.a. U.S. Treasury. Look,
enjoy wealth if you have worked hard to earn it, but the entire “Trump Tower”
fortune was started by stealing from “righteousness” and it appears that once
you learn bad habits that pay up, just continue down that path even if it exiles
others. With the “Tax Reform”, who do you think benefited the most with this
freefall not free-for-all frenzy? The DOW took a hit, and it has been
struggling along for the last month, regains show then quicksand finds no
traction out of this hole - for a reason. The “Hit” by the man was necessary to
find a ways and means to hide the “Corporate Loot” and we see this happening
every night, when the Stock Market is “Closed for Business”, as this “Midnight
Rider” is more in tune to a “Midnight Raider”. Somebody is busy stuffing money
into pillows, no wonder the Moron can’t sleep! That $140-Billion excused from
Uncle Sam’s hand once earmarked to maintain the infrastructure, that wealth is
being consumed by the wealthy 10% that own 84% of the stock by artificially shoring
up the stock value when all is quiet on the trading floor. It was a “Big
Fucking Moron Bonus” for the wealthy, and in the meantime the deficit - this
nation is bankrupt. See, the wealthy would be happy under any form of
government, as long as their wealth remained the same. And that is happening
now, and soon it will be like that guy stuck in the “crapper” and waiting
patiently for help to arrive.
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall
Sighin' down the wind so sadly
Listen and you'll hear him moan
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
Everybody got to go
Yeah
The one you never seen before
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall
Sighin' down the wind so sadly
Listen and you'll hear him moan
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
Everybody got to go
Yeah
Yes indeed, everybody “Got to Go”, and we are being “shat”
upon by “Greed” directed by a Moron that thinks the science of coprophilia is
an experience all middle-class Americans should get used to for our health and
their wealth. Something really stinks…
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