Tuesday, November 8, 2016

soo feets in the sand

we're going to have to do something about this state of affairs...first thing is to get ready  to fly to dc for the inauguration parada...wearing prada?  I doubt it...we'll just do a rerun of the reagan inauguration in which I wore grandpa's army jacket from WWI, same lace to the knee boots..cap over ears...plenty of leaflets..and a sincere spiel about the leaflet being actually a ticket to the new planet discovered that our first nations have determined is a wonderful place for a new 'sub' erb..
that'll work...
that'll be the only time anyone gets to leave this world aware he is doing so and if he doesn't take the flyer and agree to the terms he gets to stay here and dissolve into dust with the rest of the sorry crew that thought it was a good idea to ignore the Minuteman caution broadcast the last week of the campaign...swear we're headed...

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