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The Rent-a-Mob loonies, the gangsters and the Racists damaged scums of society and contemporary politics Ignorant arrogant sociopaths who want it all for nothing Indulgent wasters in nation awashed with opportunities In idle union they scream, feed us poor and **** the Rich Strangers come Poland, Bulgaria, India and all over to work in farms, hospitals, hotels and Constructions Building futures and faring in endeavours with sweat Crimson gangs and Renta Mobs states we serve nobody **** the wealth makers, **** the parasites and let's drink Our shyster gangs of Revo-comrades and malcontents See killing fields, whereas strangers toil and find rich pickings Our Revos Distract, confuse, sow seeds of dissent, make strife Blame all others, lie and decieve, fling indulgent political turds Rent brainwashed Mobs,into ***** bridgard to do their ***** work We all know life is unfair and even roses have imperfections Some are born to riches in spades and some born to beggars in dusts Those with time, sit and ask God why, just a fact of life to accept But from dust has risen billionaires, whilst riches have made duds Insane Crimson sits in spurious guise and odious fallacy playing God Yeh, **** the Rich and feed the poor, why hide and use Rent a mob Why not air your case in broad daylight and stand your conviction The coward you are knows it hold no sanity for those with sense Except for thieves, the workshy and wasters who cheat to survive In your city of merits aplenty, Revo-crimson is beneath contempt
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
Rent-a-Mob fable of Fallacy..........
The Rent-a-Mob loonies, the gangsters and the Racists damaged scums of society and contemporary politics Ignorant arrogant sociopaths who want it all for nothing Indulgent wasters in nation awashed with opportunities In idle union they scream, feed us poor and **** the Rich Strangers come Poland, Bulgaria, India and all over to work in farms, hospitals, hotels and Constructions Building futures and faring in endeavours with sweat Crimson gangs and Renta Mobs states we serve nobody **** the wealth makers, **** the parasites and let's drink Our shyster gangs of Revo-comrades and malcontents See killing fields, whereas strangers toil and find rich pickings Our Revos Distract, confuse, sow seeds of dissent, make strife Blame all others, lie and decieve, fling indulgent political turds Rent brainwashed Mobs,into ***** bridgard to do their ***** work We all know life is unfair and even roses have imperfections Some are born to riches in spades and some born to beggars in dusts Those with time, sit and ask God why, just a fact of life to accept But from dust has risen billionaires, whilst riches have made duds Insane Crimson sits in spurious guise and odious fallacy playing God Yeh, **** the Rich and feed the poor, why hide and use Rent a mob Why not air your case in broad daylight and stand your conviction The coward you are knows it hold no sanity for those with sense Except for thieves, the workshy and wasters who cheat to survive In your city of merits aplenty, Revo-crimson is beneath contempt
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**So we're all free, eh? If you start thinking outside the box, Going against societies grain, then you are snuffed out, Never heard from again. You can "whine and moan" all you want, But you'll soon be cancelled out, bad manners are a fine reason To throw you into the frenzied crowd.** Freedumbs indeed **Your days of voicing your thoughts are through, they've "solved Everything" by letting laws even go into motion that simple sanity Can disprove. These laws they always pass, your voice is never heard, Democracy manifest's evil will soon turn your life over to the birds.**
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Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
Freedumbs-Part II
Between two Ends in divorce Or common grounds found Explored and understood Where a segment of a country At odds with truth justice and decency Undermines a struggling democracy There is no greatness to be found (c)near_lane7
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Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC
Division
Quiet White Boys wearing awkward glasses sporting clean haircuts and boring polo shirts keep to themselves, don’t know how to draw boundaries, don’t know how to reach out, and don't know how to reach inward. They eschew the material world in favor of a false digital one, and there, in the simulacrum, they find a modicum of validation— a reinforcement of a kernel of a horribly flawed idea: that they have somehow been more victimized than the victims all around them— the women, the racial minorities, the people afraid to practice their own religion, the people afraid to live as their true gender, the people suffering with mental illness, the people suffering with domestic violence, the girls who were sexually molested, the girls who were ***** and so on, and so forth. The Quiet White Boys learn that they are victims from other Quiet White Boys, and together they conclude that, because they have been victimized, they may therefore act heedlessly, aggressively, hatefully, mercilessly in furtherance of what they view to be justice. But it is a distorted, fractured version of justice that they seek— fetishized by the red, screaming faces with loud megaphones and debilitated, sickly hearts in the digital basement where the Quiet White Boys have chosen to live. A torch-carrying mob has never delivered real justice— not once in the entire history of human civilization, in fact— and a slate gray Dodge Challenger barreling into a crowd at fifty miles per hour is not an instrument of justice, either— it is just a reflection seen through a shattered mirror. And shattered mirrors don’t come unshattered simply because other Quiet White Boys are gazing into them with you.
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
Quiet White Boys
Quiet White Boys wearing awkward glasses sporting clean haircuts and boring polo shirts keep to themselves, don’t know how to draw boundaries, don’t know how to reach out, and don't know how to reach inward. They eschew the material world in favor of a false digital one, and there, in the simulacrum, they find a modicum of validation— a reinforcement of a kernel of a horribly flawed idea: that they have somehow been more victimized than the victims all around them— the women, the racial minorities, the people afraid to practice their own religion, the people afraid to live as their true gender, the people suffering with mental illness, the people suffering with domestic violence, the girls who were sexually molested, the girls who were ***** and so on, and so forth. The Quiet White Boys learn that they are victims from other Quiet White Boys, and together they conclude that, because they have been victimized, they may therefore act heedlessly, aggressively, hatefully, mercilessly in furtherance of what they view to be justice. But it is a distorted, fractured version of justice that they seek— fetishized by the red, screaming faces with loud megaphones and debilitated, sickly hearts in the digital basement where the Quiet White Boys have chosen to live. A torch-carrying mob has never delivered real justice— not once in the entire history of human civilization, in fact— and a slate gray Dodge Challenger barreling into a crowd at fifty miles per hour is not an instrument of justice, either— it is just a reflection seen through a shattered mirror. And shattered mirrors don’t come unshattered simply because other Quiet White Boys are gazing into them with you.
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Haunted by hate of your president, you froth as you rage like a demon; setting a dangerous precedent urged on by the likes of Don Lemon. Your sinister soul is now evident and the hatred you spew is obscene. You have swilled, with the thirst of a malcontent vicious words from the well of Maxine. You're possessed now by hate of your president, while the minions are taken to task; you dismiss every mob as a non-event— but we see you behind the dark mask.
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Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 9:01 AM UTC
T.D.S. Masquerade
One should never regret coming away From any crowd, and certainly not now: Their loving voices are raised in chants of hate And their funny hats aren’t funny at all Their ultimate freedom is the freedom to Obey with love the loudest loving leader Who twists their supplicant hands to fists of love For beating harmony into us all One will never regret coming away From any crowd, and certainly not today
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
Repudiate Deindividuation for Bipeds