I am free floating. I am flying away from the liberals who stick their noses in the air and pretend that they are exhaling independent thought when they are actually breathing political correctness.
Why do progressives think that progress is positive? They want change. They don’t know how to hang on to the beauty of the past or the women of their fantasies. They think that homosexuality is creative originality.
I am not big believer in God but I believe in secularists less. At least God isn’t rude, insulting us for our beliefs. He is a Gentleman God. He is a forgiving God. He is the absence of obvious power in a pasta of gentle sauce. He allows atheisms’ capers while atheism denies his existence.
Free will which is free thought is what liberals lasso with bitter, faux open-minded prejudice.
Obama carries his smile around like a gun. He shoots off his ideology like a blind bullet. He doesn’t know what he is saying but he knows that I am wrong. Not I. I don’t exist in his world of vast prejudice and opinionated onions that stink and make me cry for liberty of thought.
Or perhaps liberalism is garlic. The vampires hide and sleep in their coffins through the night.
The Democrats think that they are right when they jerk the steering wheel left and end up in the refuse of silly Marxist ideas and their result. Liberalism is a broken axel in the shoulder of a borrowed road. Communism ran over one hundred million souls.
Bob Dylan couldn’t sing. He could sure write. Obama can’t sing or write. He sure can read a teleprompter. Is that what all the fuss is about? Is he the hero of choppy diction?
Is he failure’s inability to get up and write his own lines? Is he the page that others wrote? Is he the pages of a failed president’s book?
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