Contemplating how quickly the most important news stories in the history of the world (or so we’re told at the time) disappear from mattering to us much…
I remember when I saw The headline along with a picture of the dead son, Reminding me of the college kids Who turned out to party at the gates of the White House, loud and joyful and happy as a lynch mob To greet the news that Osama (the daddy) had been killed.
Celebrating the death of our enemies always seems like a safe bet For slow news days or during times of boredom and personal decay, e.g., at all times. One quick question, though, are we sure that Osama’s son (he doesn’t need any other name or identifier does he?) Are we sure that he was an enemy? Or does that matter at all?
It’s funny, the porno queens Trans-sexual’s with big boobs and even bigger penis’s, the right-wing nuts, the ranting faux anonymous nymphomaniacs who claim to want sex 24/7, their pouty lips begging for it…Cute little hopping goats, dogs in need of rescue, and so many other Twitters worlds. Yet still the most shocking for me Is OJ Simpson (From “THE trial of the century,” remember?) Posting little clips of himself.
I think promoting Trump, but am unsure b/c I haven’t had the courage to turn the sound on. Just seeing him there, his mouth making words the same mouth that said, “Well, if I killed her, it was because I loved her too much.” I dunno Twitter. I dunno ‘Merica.
I just don’t fuckin’ Know!
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