I loved every minute of it. Perhaps not our best moment of modern presidential decorum, but reminiscent of our plain speaking presidents of yesteryear.
As I’ve averred before, don’t be surprised if the 2020 election doesn’t even happen.
I won't be. Even if held, don't expect either side to abide by the results - except prostitutes in Congress.
That’s the final consequence of a society in which anything goes and nothing matters. Better check what you believe and who you believe in the days ahead, and recalibrate accordingly. This ain’t no foolin’ around.
Amen.
Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some grave sites, out by the highway
A place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance
I’m getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, I lived in the ghetto
I’ve lived all over this town
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
This ain’t no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey
I ain’t got time for that now
Transmit the message, to the receiver
Hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, couple of visas
Don’t even know my real name
High on a hillside, trucks are loading
Everything’s ready to roll, I, I
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nigh time
I might not ever get home
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
This ain’t no fooling around
This ain’t no mud club, or C. B. G. B.
I ain’t got time for that now
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
This ain’t no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey
I ain’t got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, PA?
You ought to know not to stand by the window
Somebody see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut butter
To last a couple of days
But I ain’t got no speakers
Ain’t got no headphones
Ain’t got no records to play
Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time?
Can’t write a letter, can’t send a postcard
I can’t write nothing at all
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
This ain’t no fooling around
I’d love you hold you, I’d like to kiss you
But I ain’t got no time for that now
Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
We blended in with the crowd
We got computers, we’re tapping phone lines
I know that ain’t allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives
Or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle so many times now
Don’t know what I look like
You make me shiver, I feel so tender
We make a pretty good team
Don’t get exhausted, I’ll do some driving
You ought to get you some sleep
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won’t help me survive
My chest is aching, and it burns like a furnace
The burning keeps me alive
If this joker was right, it would have already happened.
The fraud news media never wrote
whiny hand wringing articles like this
under the former administration.
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This writer sounds like an NRO elitist, lost in his own fantasy world inviting the impressionable in for weak tea. Spit it out Freepers.