Where were we? Oh yes - the flailing grasp at a non-existent handrail that is our current situation.
Back at home, where trust is undermined, casually - a casualty of business...And it's all business.... There is peace to be had, but it's not quite the peace that we think it is...It's a peace that was built on a bloody slaughterhouse floor, and the guts were still fresh when we laid the planks over them...
Slippery, wet, slimy guts of dead people - men, women, children - that's what our proud leaders would have us celebrate, because that is what we Export like pallets of knock-off Tommy Jeans - except ours are Pallets of Death.
I know, it's funny right? It totally is! LMAO!!
Columbus Day? Do you have any idea who the fuck Columbus was?
