And now, the thrilling conclusion of the Obamastache Manifesto. Dr. LaDouche, if you please...
Wyatt Earp, one of the most well-known American proto-Marxists, had set in motion a plan to destroy the American union writing music based on the spirituals sung by runaway slaves, which if played backwards on a banjo tuned a colorful gyroscope based contraption that was said to predict the weather. Whether or not it was proven, it was quickly embraced for an alternate distraction because the visual impact to the viewers of the contraption inspired a young Spanish painter, known as Salvador Dali, into creating a subversive art form known to most as surrealism but to a few as the visual decoder for the alien race that has been slowly infiltrating our larger, more financially successful societies and encouraging them to break down their food products to more critically processed materials, causing the wealthier human race to slowly morph, undetected to the scientific eye into genetically more palatable entertainment and protein. That being said, it will most likely take at least another dozen generations for the optimal genetic combination to be achieved, at which point we might have become more aware of their influence. So I shall move on to the more poignant fact, which is further elaborated on in my book “Just Who’s Mustache Is That Anyway”. The title of which is a metaphor for the many facets of our own personal orchestras, each one a unique look into the libido and fastidiousness of self worth….
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