Synthesize simulwatching & simulreading into a multitasking attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (MADHD)

This migrant children concentration camp crisis has turned me into a liberal!

More than 2, 300 children who were separated from their parents while crossing the Southwest border in recent weeks are fanned out across the United States, in shelters and other temporary housing originally intended for minors who attempted to come into the United States without an adult. The Department of Health and Human Services oversees an estimated 100 shelters in 17 states.

This is horrible. Trump is a literal ****** and the republicans are the neo-nazis that America always feared would entrench upon its sacred constitution that is to be replaced by Pro-White Neo-**** Ermächtigungsgesetz - a 2019 Weimar Constitution amendment that gave the Trump Cabinet—in effect, Chancellor Adolf Donald Trump —the power to enact laws without the involvement of the non-whites.

Children are the light of this world
Every child is Christ
In their smiles lie all joy there is
their tears make up the ocean

Each & every soul will go thru all layers of heaven and hell, It is written.
The cyclical ascension and the damnation of the eternal and imperishable soul. How novel. Resurrection, reincarnation, simulcarnation and such.
If you're having fun, it won't last forever. If you're suffering, your suffering shall end. No soul shall remain in heaven forever, and no soul shall suffer eternally either. A soul shall not perish but keep living different lives in various worlds.
If you're beautiful, you shall be ugly. If you're ugly, you shall be beautiful. If you're a man, you shall be a woman. If you're a woman, you shall be a man. If you're white, you shall be black. If you're a jew, you shall be an arab.
Ask, and you shall receive. But will it be in this present life? Or shall it be in another life, another world ?

All the flowers that you planted Eleonora
All died when you went to your grave
Angels cry blood tears for you
Centuries after you passed away

Out of the day that covers me,
Bright as the Sun from pole to pole,
I curse whatever gods may be
For my undiscernable soul.

In the foul clutch of inevitability
I have not convinced my existence void.
Under the sufferings of destiny
My death is nigh, inevitable.

Confined in this place of joys and tears
Looms but the Horror of the fate,
And yet the transience of the years
Renders me unaffected; i have no hate.