How we laughed and laughed
hardly noticing the ****** of dimwits
in their ritual obscene displays
of blind archers leading the infantry

How we laughed and laughed
in contempt at the stupefied wet mobs
scrambled brains *******
showing base exposures of banality

How we laughed and laughed
to see droops of eunuchs aping Lotharios
twitching stubs as tools for tools
moaning power to us as green eyes blazes

How we laughed and laughed
its pathetic posturing's of chalked cowards
ochered in snow frost blindness
at the roots of its all is primeval ***** envy

We know causing us laughter and laughter
some will have what you can never have
to be royally gifted is their dreams
to not have and not be is their living nightmares

"Revolutions eat their children."

The left thinks it can control the tiger
of the masses unleashed.
It cannot,
and indeed it will be the first to hang.
And that would be very sad for us all,
left and right.














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Yes!
I imagine their type
of prime bonehead waits
five years to make a move
after all
their raison d'etre
has always been to minimise
black talent and plunder them
so its
not surprising
its taking thirty years plus to
figure out truth sincerity & Genuity
These are unknown qualities in Red World

Mediocre sees control in fantasies and delusions

craving ardently for significance

foolhardily clutching at insipid vapid distractions

wet dim minds faking buoyance

and we see puppets in flagrant misconceptions

showcasing inherent ignorance

corralled in dancing gullibility's in flamboyance

see the poignant illusions

in irony of the controlled with dude substance

huffing puffing with no relevance

celebrating the mass hysteria of blind clairvoyance

simpletons in obeyance

OK... so we can no longer
sail in and ravage them
hijack them
hijack their lands
hijack their minds and their souls
chain them up and deny them self emancipation
make them working beasts or anything we chose them to be
lash them
buck them
break them
**** them
make them whistle Dixie and hang them high
OK... so we can no longer do all this openly as before
do they not know we do it all covertly now
how can you ever woke Machiavelli in his white robe
the Master Manipulator
the Arch Deceiver himself
the Renowned Liar unsurpassed
the Marquis de Sade of ultimate sadists
the Living embodiment of Lucifer's Field marshal
do they not know our History
Are we not the Undisputed Masters of Terror
are we not the Living Ghosts that brave daylight and seek the sun
And you stand there after thirty years
telling me
you are doing petty Revolution with ONE small man
slow death, my rotten foot
its a Socialist thing, my bronzed ****
Nihilism, yeah, egg on your ****** Fascism I say
Shame on you
you're dead ghosts
Not worth your white Robes

They are victims of their environment
our precious nanny State lot
and the sheep are going bar bar bar
hey! should it not be baa baa baa ask the watcher
No, came the reply
we mean Bar
drinking is our favourite to do things
and anyway, we also like barring the clever clogs
and the pigs lead the mob
going, oik oik oiks oiks oiks
hey! pigs, should you not be honking oink oink oink
asks the watcher
No, came the reply
we may be Town pigs, but we know what we are
who are you to tell us otherwise
And in calamitous unison they all march along
beasts of no pen, beasts of little means
Beasts of land and sea and skies!
Come join us in our Silicon Valley
where no dark Knight shall rise and show any talents
we will unite and march to the Bar to bar
Put the rings on our noses
seize the prizes,
Wheat and barley, oats and hay,
we need them to make more *****
bar! bar! bar! screams sheep and oiks, oiks oiks
power to the majority
Hey! I thought Old Major is dead, beeps a sheep
Shut up! oinks a pig
We are the majority
And this shinning cages of ours
Shall be trod by us beasts alone.
Bar, either Man or Prince