Dog Poet Transmitting…….
Greetings my dear and beloved friends, known and unknown and welcome as ever to Dog Poet Transmitting, where we like to let the thoughts and feelings, the ideas and inspirations, that come from those cloisters of eternity, where the ineffable invests the sweeter portions of his being, in a kaleidoscopic holding pattern, for those so inclined to seek after the hidden joys of our dear author, who made us precisely to see if we possess sufficient interest to inquire into the camouflaged beauties that lie beneath the superficial shit lagoons, where the masses cry, ‘feed me! …and let slip the dogs of Microcephaly.
It should be apparent by now that, for whatever the reason, we are caught somewhere between Lil’ Wayne’s iliocecal valve and Shakespeare’s IBS, or Wayne Madsen and the broken hinges of Pizzagate. As you can see, we are all about precision here.
They are going after Trump in a way I have never seen before and I sincerely hope he’s got some kind of platinum security service. Between the delusional retards of the entertainment industry and the stool sample Baal worshipers who run it, there is a whole lot of rocks and hard places getting sand polished in a tumbler, the way Elisha’s biographer must have whitewashed the way he had those bears tear forty two children to pieces.
Ordinarily Trump would have been slandered into a TMZ coma by now but this is an apocalypse, so all the Zio-bots have been able to accomplish is to expose themselves for what they are before an ever increasing audience. At this juncture, I would like to point out that Mr. Slip Sliding Away, Bwak! Obama will be on his way to the Gay St Tropez that is Palm Springs, where he intends to hang out for around two weeks, while whatever his handlers have set up following the inauguration in Washington DC goes down. I don’t know what that is going to be but I do know that they hate Trump with a passion I have never seen before.