COMEDIANS …

“Comedians help people learn how to LIVE without dying.” – Dr. Freckles

People love to live without learning, sometimes the BURNING is all they can see.

Comedians love to DIE for the yearning of turning their pain into something to be.

YORG-LORDS have care for the churning, cuz monkey-style lovers linger near the sea.

Comedians help us by talking about DEATH, and making you LAUGH, so the consequence can be observed, safely, from a distance.

Comedians assist us in KNOWING how to live, a freedom they give, so the dying is for lying.

Greet death, say goodbye to Saturday Night Memphis Style Sex Machines …

(snare drum)

You need to pick the right topic for the right audience …

It’s okay to mock the outsiders and KNOW WHO they are, and who the insiders are …

If your audience is mainly the ELITE, mocking INSIDERS could get you killed or worse …

Currently in America it’s okay to make fun of the following groups:

  1. government workers (tbh: based)
  2. lawyers (based)
  3. journalists (based, without sympathy)
  4. homeless people
  5. public school teachers (kinda based)
  6. the poors
  7. foreigners (sometimes based)
  8. palestinians

Currently, it’s not okay to make fun of:

  1. Papa Blump-TRUMP
  2. Israel
  3. Climate Change OR the Climate Change Deniers (you don’t get to pick a third option)
  4. Space
  5. Elon Musk
  6. Bitcoin
  7. Zionists
  8. BMW-Christians (Maserati-jesus)
  9. People that believe the “covid” was real
  10. People not willing to ask about WTC-7
  11. Mentally disabled (based, and mainly because of Trump’s base)

(God loves comedians, btw)

See: Richard Pryor, Bill Murray … those alive, those dead

Florida Alligators: https://www.floridasportsman.com/editorial/no-problems-with-big-gators-until-i-retired/514549

DEAD DANISH PEOPLE ARE MURDERING NORWEGIANS …

They say there is ONE PLASTIC SPOON’S WORTH of microplastics in all our brains, driving us insane, doing cocaine …

MASTERS of INFINITY

“From space, the masters of infinity would have the power to control the earth’s weather, to cause drought and flood, to change the tides and raise the levels of the sea, to divert the gulf stream and change temperate climates to frigid.” – LBJ, 1958

Where were we led?

Can you imagine the stories that spread,
in the dwindling fire,
as the world breaks,
bones ache,
and the lines get longer for bread?

Do you see the billowing clouds,
smoke and rain,
nothing to gain,
in plain site for those with fight?

Will you gaze upon the broken realm,
when tireless soldiers fell to the sword,
and worried maidens cast flowers on the ground
and the sound carried,
our forces were harried,
as time turned to water,
we were led to a slaughter?

And the old men,
with stern looks and leering eyes,
none a friend to the torn,
to the born,
to the forlorn and lost,
he’s the boss,
we are the tossed.

You won’t let me stop,
you were there and now you are not,
if you are real,
if you steal,
I can’t belie my fear,
oh dear,
that the car was paper,
that this whole caper,
was planned by Neal,
so very real.

So I say goodbye to fragile friends,
I say goodbye to actors and craft,
I say goodbye to the pretenders,
to the BLENDERS,
the edge-lords and bracket-kings,
I say goodbye to the masters,
blasters,
and those that DO and we do not know.
Goodbye, farewell, till then.

ENOUGH SAID!