More Signs Of A Screwed Up Congress

I think mj is as famous and perverted as the catholic priests that get away with
murder. Murder of the soul, that is.

“He’s a black man(really?) and he belongs to us.” Third-grade mentallity
would ensue a kick to the shins about now., “or, I’ll tell on you.”

Well, he’s probably moon walking across the galaxy now. White bread Christian angels, who probably don’t look much different than Michael did, once he got done with himself, are telling him to go nova with his bad self. Michael’s grabbing his crotch and asking the nearest black hole if it wants its ass turned back into a white dwarf star. All the secrets and mysteries of the universe are bending over and waiting; hoping for an infusion of the absolute superficial and somewhere down the line we get Leonardo Da Vinci in hotpants doing a bikini wax commercial.The bigger the funeral, the bigger the asshole. Just about anytime the world gets into one of its arranged sob-fests, its planting either a major psychopath or someone with the Hollywood version of hoof and mouth disease. Little boys across America should be breathing a sigh of relief..Congress and the White House is the place where secret societies of wealthy bankers, politicians and sundry can attend pedophile bacchanalias to take the edge off their busy, competitive days of hoaxing, manipulating and screwing us all…I’m surprised if they don’t hold the same kind of event for the passing of the Hostess Twinkie. I’m guessing they still make them. I’m wondering what they did for Orpheus on his big day. It’s no small surprise that Howdy Doody is now the president of the United States. It’s Battlestar Galactica on bad acid and the real possibility of Michael rising from the dead. You broke it, you bought it. I’m going to go celebrate the, sooner or later, end of the perpetuating embarrassment we’ve turned every finer possibility into. It’s the thing that gives me hope… sooner or later this will all be gone. Meanwhile, let’s see how far they push it. I’m curious about the possible, physical limits to the physics of the absurd. Sorry I couldn’t resist, No I take that back, I’m not sorry at all..Frichen pervert bastard..

That’s my eulogy to the pervert….