...don’t you dare take your eyes of the youngons and the
lame around the castle walls, particularly at night: the inbred genetically
fucked pedophillic psychopaths have a penchant for snatching them and doing
things unfit for print… No sir –
you trust a politician, wall st. banker and media-man about as far as you trust
a drug-pusher: with a healthy skepticism and under the assumption that if your
not looking they will seize your daughter and your wallet from you…hell, some of the more brazen ones might
give it a shot right in front of you – and mumble they are helping you –
an ol’ pal – out…indeed.
We are
living in stupefying and maniacal times, daddy-o: when criminals don’t run wild
in the streets – what’s the point?
They get involved in government.
They don’t rob banks, they own them. Now that’s
progress. You don’t have to risk your hide and your manhood by
piloting cessnas into back-ass war-zones and unload your firearms to a gang of
motley desperados…Hell no: you can become the prez. or one of his right-hand
cronies… The president of these
hallowed Vile States is the grand-duke of drug pushers, the mightiest of the
gun-runners, the most formidable pimp, and the most untouchable racketeer on
the planet – save perhaps some musty eurotrash royals stuffing laudanum in
their brandies and painting their vile faces with lead-based poisons…why do
they all look like reptiles?...Anyway – you name the crime, they’ve got the
market cornered…
all you need is a sex tape.
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