A STORY FOR OUR TIMES
Deep in the crevices of nasal passages,there lurk the glutinous bogeymen of our time. Over the ages, these slimy apologies for human beings have been consigned to the darkness as being no more use than snot on a handkerchief.
That said, they have, in recent years, through the miracle of gravity associated with their snotty, slimy constitution slipped from the erstwhile crevices of their incarceration and (quelle surprise!) been greeted by a credulous public as saviours of the world.
NB:
When I say credulous public, I, of course am, generally referring to
white, poorly educated males, who will often describe themselves as
Evangelical Christians; however, their definition of Christianity
,is, shall we say, somewhat partial, in that it certainly does not
include “Love thy Neighbour” and for whom the teachings of Jesus
are woke nonsense and hence he must be a grave disappointment
to his
White Father in Heaven.
These slimy afterthoughts for human beings promise Nirvana ( Ed: my mistake, Nirvana is the Buddhist state where there is neither suffering, desire nor sense of self; all of which is anathema to our snot ridden heroes.)
These snot men of the Apocolypse believe in sacrifice – of others – their own empowerment and those of their mates and a return to when white men were all powerful and whose beliefs were to be venerated and adopted without question of their veracity.
Just who are these snot titans in whom so many in the world place their trust?
The snot meister is, of course, the one and only Donatella J Trump; an overweight colossus and 3rd generation immigrant, whose love of cats…….what’s that? Oh pussies – is well known, with or without money changing hands or, indeed with or without permission. A man for whom the word “no” does not compute and who, for good measure is a convicted rapist and felon (yeh, but at least he’s white!!!)
Notwithstanding events of the last day or two, I feel compelled to mention the man who saw himself as the hair apparent, that beetle browed neanderthal Mat “Swinging” Gaetz; a man for whom age is just a number. The Swinger was Donatella’s initial pick for Attorney General; a real shit off the old block – sexual predators of the world unite! However, and here is a sliver of light in the darkness, even abject Republican senators could not stomach the stench from this choice. The Swinger knew the game was up and withdrew.
But wait a replacement was at hand an ex Attorney General from Florida - where else – Pam Bondi – a real beach!
Beachready Bondi
A more photogenic snot person – if that’s not a contradiction in terms, unlike the loathsome Swinger. Ms Bondi basks in the malevolent orange glow of her hero and fervently believes him to be a saint by any other name, and let’s face it there are many other names to call him, but in her eyes, not rapist or felon. I think she’s in love!!
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A Story for Our Times returns next week with more more Snotters and SnotBalls in Part 2 'ARE YOU PROUD AMERICA?
