kadesjjjaah will open her legs for you
kaddy-desshia gavehim corn rows
westerners, having all the history professors cucked and on their knees, have no one to write the history of the unsavory women who ruled the world thorugh weak men and called it . . ..
I mean it's late in life. the marxists are in control you can either admit to your gay life style, write the books that they want you to write, and have a happy short life before they bleed you out. or you can go to the gallows right away, or disappeared off into gulag.
how could the west survive the cuckold and the damned of accademia selling out?
so say you tried to write your own stuff, tell the real truth about what happened. They hunt you down, shout you down at your speaking engagements. They will black list your books.
you will be ruined. they will end your career.
all because you dared to name the pepole who were at the center of things, by name.
because we are prohibited from discussing them, and who they were, and who they became, and what they did to the world through the domination of weak men
ever notice how much he looks like Max Headrum
now we should not use frightened children in political advertisements. It's just not right . . .
is there sound?
KayKay DeeDee likes to have different ways to hide who she really is.
I am Kay Kay Deedee,
queen of queens
I will never admit to my true gender . . .
see my vast realms, all ye, and tremble.
but there won't even be a fallen over head, because
they don't make statues of themselves.
so make them do the debaits inside a farriday cage, like one of anjels sick animations?
so let it be said
that the narrative shall always be (but not really they are just potnificating blowtards)
that none of us
ever do wrong
and all of you
never do right
so let it be promulgated,
let it be bullyied
so says the kaykay on a kay kay day.
(but the feed is bad, and I know her word is void, so I don't worry)
this is the kaykay kay
(ummm, kay . . . )
and I say on this day, a kay kay day
anyone who think they know or say
my name in any way . . . .
but the feed died and I didn't get to hear the rest of it, she faded out and shrivelled off.
like the hoaxy ending of an old scifi episode in a neil young song,
book er rooo
you might still be able to hear the sound?
that long sad decline?
adrennochrome and the damage done.
are these kaykay slave boys? you must free them and put zinc ointment fishoil on their herpes to dry it up.
free the kay-slaves!
you must free your kay-slaves and heal them of their communicables!
Um-kay?
please not that FAKE
ebot is humbled and stunned
the real ebot is sadly gone . . .
sadly gone?
who got the kaykay say now? weird.
no, not sadly. Heroic-donkicully?
kay is clobered and has no more force for bad.
now is it her time to convert to the good?
she rises smiling in agreement.
and says
Free all the Kayslaves and give them ointment
to heal their herpes, and whatever else they might give someone that is n't so nice.
and heal the whole world too.
and everyone realizes that sometimes the mean bitch in charge is often just playing a horid role, trapped within a bad situation.
give her a way out that doesn't leave her ruined, find the exit, the villa to which she go and be free.
and after they all realized that no one should race bait, or sex-bait, or religion bait they could then all decide, well, we can all go back to our homes and have supper.
but the rioters said
but we burned down our homes, where do we go to sleep.
and kay said 'well, there is wood for you, to build new homes. and tools you looted in the store. all the wood, it's called 'the pines' and you can go sleep over there'
and everyone said 'kay's OK, Kay,'
what as that shit you used to say?
why didn't you just go away?
and they all lived happily ever after and the pines were ecologically harvasted to build new housing for all the people who weren't put in prison for serious crimes of sedition.
in a bill clinton 'Bill McNeil' parady voice
"in all fairness to me I thought it said
confederate fag day"
redeem the villains through stupid fiction
they don't have to be villains forever.
maybe no one ever wrote their exit?
they are waiting for a great comic or comedic writer to redeem them .
who will be able to concoct some conniption of thought to free Susan from the straight jacket she willingly put herself into when she parroted lies not just once . . . not just twice . . .
who will write the story where gentle Ben wakes from his trip 'On the Rhodes' and really does the heroic, whatever that might be?
I got no narrative that I could use for them that would be close to truthful.
they've made it hard so we'll need great writers.
but the movie is already deep and long, and Ben And Susan must be strong.
if their role is made most fowl
who at will will weep and yowl?
for toil troubles that they concocted
is probably why they are facacted
one day I woke up and figure that out myself.