It must be tough being an apologist for war criminals and their icky need to torture, especially now that they can no longer claim proprietorship of the so-called American mainstream, which they polluted and left for dead, in their race to the right fringe of Hell.
So much easier to just emulate Jesus or Rumi or Gautama than to emulate power-crazed megalomaniacs -- who could never see beyond their alcohol-emboldened egos.
America should be courageous enough to cough up our own hairballs when they threaten the flow of air. And yet our air is filled with hairballs and nutballs, all hyperventilating shrill emotions, as if amplitude will serve to persuade. But as George Bernard Shaw once observed:
"Not intelligent, only opinionated." Yet some people guzzle opinion as if it were knowledge, thus real food. Only when they die of malnutrition might they realize that one has to eat something more than chicken. Faux chicken.
And that is why anonyMoses Enterprises has created an antidote:
Whenever you are in public, repeat aloud the words: "Rush is bigger than Jesus", which is literally true, although figuratively false.
Before long, the spell will wear off, and dittoheads will be given back their own heads, and sunshine days will return, and sweetness and light will dwell over all the earth. Maybe.
