Sunday, 11 September 2016

Migratory Lawn Flamingos

So here we are, 15 years after 'the event' which made everything worse. Given 'the official story' and the other official story where those 'claimed' responsible were buried at sea you might expect that the fighting would have stopped. You'd be wrong, of course, but I've never laid claims that logic holds much effect over the goings on of this place.

Appropriate that a massive thunder shower began at midnight last night and that the sky is black as night this morning with winds of up to 75Km/h. I can't hear the whisper in the trees for all the metal garbage can tumbleweeds enough to know if these are the winds of change, or simply a hurricane of migratory lawn flamingos, but it does feel foreboding enough to think it's not good whatever it is.

I'd love to say that the masses are wising up to the charade, yet... and... and even...  {sigh} I never put too much credo into the Bible, but it's hard to deny the sheep references whilst so many seem happily led to the slaughterhouse in this bizarre place of politically correct revisionists creating a new kind of hate which we cannot speak of as it is nameless. 

Of course 'all lives matter' not just black ones. Maybe this statement does strike a blow to African-American pride, but then, pride is one of the seven deadly sins. 

Well, I know it's not much today, but my eyes have glazed over attempting to get through my news feeds.


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