Dog Poet Transmitting…….
“The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.”
The countdown continues… to what? That remains to be seen. Everywhere on the planet, Mr. Apocalypse is at work. He’s the hardest working archetype in show business. He’s the James Brown of The End Times. He can’t be stopped. He can’t be bribed. He can’t be bought. Once… a few years ago, I was told that Mr. Apocalypse intended to show up right in the middle of the high and mighty and catch them with their pants down. He’s doing that. Over in Banker Central, the exposures are an every day affair. He’s nailing them at the hoi poloi level and he’s nailing them up at the top of the totem pole. Let’s not forget Cyril Smith either.
Hillary Clinton is now watching her presidential aspirations expire. Ted Cruz is playing kissy face with the Lords of Darkness. He’s cruzing for a bruising. It’s just a matter of time. The Bushligula consortium is working its fat faced, Republican ass bandit scam on the usual idiots who buy into it every time. All over the world, the darkness is running into the breaking dawn of a transforming age. The vampires are getting that old time spontaneous combustion; Nosferatu goes to Hell.
via Smoking Mirrors.