The Great Wake 5: Mosh Pit

Ottawa had way more action than Ukraine, better organized and festive, honks and wizzbangs.  Those trucker hosers unmasked the despots, God bless 'em.  The moral high ground collapsed, it's the mosh pit now, it's a slam dance.  Elbows in, those are the rules.  Head butts and hip chunks, back whacks and knee jams, a punk war.

Information is liberty, reasoned and clean.  Without the newsroom morning staffer, without editorial boards, without associate production and executive production.  Thought provokers.  Thought liberators.  Thought whisperers.

This is mere satire, it's much worse.  Another dark winter, another sacrifice, another whopper, another trillion, another lecture about race from the high tech lynchers.  More hair plugs and plastic surgery for the old and done, more grease for the deep fryer, more of the same.  Six dollar gas, shrinking bags of chips, and gatesmeat burgers, sources predict.  Oh, and the vote tabulators haven't changed, still infested with bugs and tics and wires.