As it now takes a fortnight of gyrations and preparations to get ready to go the market these days, thanks to the slaughter of freedom,
Month: May 2020
Chicken Manure, Masks, Gardening, and Our Children – ‘The Days of Our Virus’
The gods of f**kery are ratcheting up their demands for further sacrifices from the innocents, ignorants and apathetics – and with the dawn of each
Sunday Baroque
“Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.” ― Voltaire *** Johann Sebastian Bach – Brandenburg Concerto No. 3 in G-major, 1.
The Glue of Fear Keeping Us All Together…While We’re All Alone
Orders, edicts, recommendations and sometimes ‘strong recommendations’ coming from the vaudeville dickheads in government and media – those that really catch the attention of the
Saturday Jazz
“My life is music, and in some vague, mysterious and subconscious way, I have always been driven by a taut inner spring which has propelled
Captain Fat F**ks – ‘The Days of Our Virus’
As Beelzebub has sent many a rancid turd that has have been fermenting in the bowels of Hell…as a turd – Beelzebub sprinkles Gehenna guano
