A piece of creative writing presented at the WEF and baldly stating the goal of agenda 2030.
Someone called me “Grateful Dead Grampa” the other day, and that pretty much sums it up.
A piece of creative writing presented at the WEF and baldly stating the goal of agenda 2030.
STRAP ONE ON, IT’S TIME TO JAM!
Oh god.
Mine are:
Shh.
The Saudis are our “allies.” If people keep mentioning their behavior, we’ll have to invade Iraq again.
Sell it yourself then.
Ginger Beer with lime is fantastic.
What’s that? Oh shit, can they hear us? Turn it off, TURN IT OFF!
Single thoughts are complete within themselves, right?
I’d put my favorite song in everyone’s head full blast.
Nah, man. If your views involve forcing the birth of a baby with spina-bifida or my wife carrying a dead fetus for three months or more, you can get fucked.
The middle class, during my lifetime, used to mean one income supported a family of four.
Now, even DINKs struggle.
Your username and server combo plus this comment.
I’m not looking at your account because there is no way you can live up to what just happened in my brain.
Digg.com is still around as well.
It was pretty sad.