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Appreciating people is like appreciating fine art.
Sometimes,you have to stand back to get a real sense of their beauty and unique qualities.
He found that a few miles was just about perfect.
Derek Earl Houghton
It’s comical. The man who has done more than anyone to set back race relations one hundred years, the man who calls countries with people of colour, Shit countries, the man who steps on the poor, incarcerates the homeless, separates children from their mothers, disappears hard working immigrants, disrespects the military, embraces murderers and dictators, betrays his own family, rapes under aged girls, insults and turns on allies and long term friends, enshrines white Christian supremacy, encourages murderous behaviour, despises rule of law, who turns on long term friends and allies, stinks of human excrement , disregards the Constitution, has no understanding geopolitics, is economically illiterate, who demonstrates not even a shred, not even a tittle of human decency , with his Cabinet of culpable co-conspirator designer frocked cupidolls, who is in the grandest sense of the phrase, repulsive in ways hitherto unimagined; This very same individual, who remarkably does not walk on all fours and grunt and howl like a deranged monkey,, but instead, stands on two feet, uttering gibberish from sunrise to sunset to a pack of squealing sycnopantic hyenas, this souless abomination, this betrayal of all that is good and holy, this malignant nincompoop , this imp, this solipsistic mutant, this sack of puss,this cum stain, believes himself rightfully deserving and an obvious future recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize! This bloated decanter of flourescent orange coloured horse piss, passing itself off as perfume. God help us all. God save us from this madness. A planet run by a Moist Turd, is truly a planet that has run out of two ply tissue , and truly a planet in peril.
Whistling Dixie
Sometimes when he’s not whistling Dixie
Cause he can’t remember the tune or
Or some fuckwad his distracting him from
His stylish happiness
A put up your dukes moment arises
His RAW man rears its head like some Apex Predator
Leave garbage cans in front of my window you
Brains dead ameba .
Sometimes when he’s not whistling Dixie
There’s a damn good reason
And its a slam your head into the concrete wall
Face smashing moment that he lives
Through because there is no music in his life
And someone made it that way and that shit
Just has to be fixed.
Sometimes when he’s not whistling Dixie
There’s a damn good reason and
he has no problem going
On the war path for the sake of a catchy tune
Derek Earl Houghton