Tuesday, June 6, 2017

did that sound disingenuous about democracy? faux naif? should i just stop pretending i don't know shit? but i don't, honest. should i just go back to quipping about demockrisy? ok then. you didn't say nothing, so that's what you get.


we pass our little swamp every day. and every day i feel sad for our little swamp. all the garbage people toss with abandon in their recreational pursuits or commutes seems to get sucked into our little swamp by some mysterious pull or centrifuge. this whole city was a swamp once before. they say we got to drain the swamp, damn, even my shrink said that, and what's at the bottom, fracking mud and more politishuns. now there's a shitload of politishuns and po-lice and let us admit, a whole hella lot of good neighbors with guns and chips, and some downright haters and scallywags. 

anyhoo, i digress. what i wanted to say is a swamp is a lovely thing not to trash. and it was bugging me something fierce. so i got three drifting plastic bags and waded in and in minutes the swamp was flowing and happy green again. 
what we need to do is this on a massive scale. get all the politishuns out of the swamp, and drain them. and put them out to dry and blow away. okay.

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