The Great Wake 85: No Pills Tonight

 

No answer from the fair squad, the tables got turnt.  These interrogators are out of practice.  The news is dead.  Fools on display, they are shells, nothing but fossil fuel.  A slow, controlled burn for now, but the sparks are flying, there's oil all over the floor.

Manipulation media must be unwired and sent to detox.  Lights out at 9, no pills tonight.  Let's have a look around this dirt hole.  Hire more procecuters, clear the jails, line up the traitors, stock up on duct tape.  Surrender means nothing to us now, justice requires destruction.

The ABC's of propaganda -- A. See no evil.  B. Hear no evil.  C. Smell no evil.  Ruined minds of the crowd, thick with psycho drugs and blurbs.  They are easy, but they have no spirit, no significant intelligence.  Numb, dumb, and zero fun.  Pretenders.