SERVE SOMEBODY
You may own guns and you may even own tanks; but you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
You may own guns and you may even own tanks; but you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
TYRANTOSAURUS RUMP— the latest moniker to slur your flailing so-called president, is not just a riff on the old fart’s rage-aholicism, or his stumpy digits.
Another of Trump’s embarrassing public displays of erectile overcompensation; (don’t even ask about Pence).
Vote up the White Man’s BURDEN, send forth the best ye breed; Go bind your sons to exile, to serve your Captain’s need
As the GOP presidential campaign has unfolded, whatever light that the GOP might have once emitted has been sucked into the black hole at the center of the Bizarro universe where their evil twins reside. Those tremors in the Force you’ve been feeling of late is proof that the rupture between the two parallel worlds has already occurred, resulting in the time-space manifold between them being turned inside-out, expurgating their dopplegangers into our every day political reality
Don’t expect to see a “Starry Night” 55er in your wallet—or in your lifetime; and not just because you’re poor and apt to stay that way. Money, it’s a crime Share it fairly but don’t take a slice of my pie Money, so they say Is the root of all evil today But if you ask for a raise …