Let It Rain
“Let It Rain”
As the latest bombshell explodes high overhead, the bullshit begins to rain down. Lies and innuendo substitute for reason and evidence. Tears run down the cheeks of angry reporters who’ve convinced themselves that they are not idiots. But are brave truth-tellers. Like dedicated Sasquatch hunters, they walk the night in search of anything that might be construed as evidence; the breaking of a twig…..“What is that?” they whisper.
“Clearly it is the sound of collusion.” Everything is collusion.
Every damned thing!
To say they are a joke is insufficient. They are treasonous cretins. Hungry for every glimmer of fame, every advertising dollar gained by one more round of manufactured Trump hysteria. Just one more cycle of Trump/Russia collusion, even if it’s nothing more than thimble-deep innuendo.
“Please!” they shout in desperation.
Did anyone really expect it to be otherwise?
Of course not!
Ted Koppel, one the country’s most respected old-school media men recently said; “The New York Times and Washington Post of today, bear no resemblance to their namesakes of fifty years ago.”
To this, I say “Duh!” But thanks for saying it anyway, Ted. Anyone who is willing to transgress “The Global Corporate Media Industrial Complex” is OK in my book. I guess Ted Koppel better keep an eye out for assassins Hillary and Bill, high atop an overpass with a bolt-action rifle, taking out the members of the herd who won’t stay in line.
In response, the Media/Democrats say; “We will subpoena Mueller, who must have been co-opted by Trump’s new attorney general, William Barr, who should have recused himself, so we could continue to conspire, obstruct, obfuscate, illegally leak, create slanderous dossiers, lie under oath, while destroying all who do not buckle under the heavy hand of Uncle Sam’s prosecutorial might. And, if the incessant media onslaught doesn’t break you, your inevitable legal fees will.
“Yes! This is justice, my friends.”
At least, their version of it.
May they all burn in hell
…..and not a minute too soon.
Mark Magula
As the latest bombshell explodes high overhead, the bullshit begins to rain down. Lies and innuendo substitute for reason and evidence. Tears run down the cheeks of angry reporters who’ve convinced themselves that they are not idiots. But are brave truth-tellers. Like dedicated Sasquatch hunters, they walk the night in search of anything that might be construed as evidence; the breaking of a twig…..“What is that?” they whisper.
“Clearly it is the sound of collusion.” Everything is collusion.
Every damned thing!
To say they are a joke is insufficient. They are treasonous cretins. Hungry for every glimmer of fame, every advertising dollar gained by one more round of manufactured Trump hysteria. Just one more cycle of Trump/Russia collusion, even if it’s nothing more than thimble-deep innuendo.
“Please!” they shout in desperation.
Did anyone really expect it to be otherwise?
Of course not!
Ted Koppel, one the country’s most respected old-school media men recently said; “The New York Times and Washington Post of today, bear no resemblance to their namesakes of fifty years ago.”
To this, I say “Duh!” But thanks for saying it anyway, Ted. Anyone who is willing to transgress “The Global Corporate Media Industrial Complex” is OK in my book. I guess Ted Koppel better keep an eye out for assassins Hillary and Bill, high atop an overpass with a bolt-action rifle, taking out the members of the herd who won’t stay in line.
In response, the Media/Democrats say; “We will subpoena Mueller, who must have been co-opted by Trump’s new attorney general, William Barr, who should have recused himself, so we could continue to conspire, obstruct, obfuscate, illegally leak, create slanderous dossiers, lie under oath, while destroying all who do not buckle under the heavy hand of Uncle Sam’s prosecutorial might. And, if the incessant media onslaught doesn’t break you, your inevitable legal fees will.
“Yes! This is justice, my friends.”
At least, their version of it.
May they all burn in hell
…..and not a minute too soon.
Mark Magula