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  Yes friends we've made it to that special day that rolls around at least once every year and that's May 4, 2026. Any connection between the actual Gregorian calendar in use today and 'Star Wars' crap-o-la is conjecture at best and really dang lame to be certain. There are some folk wandering around our Planet Earth pissed off to beat the band that we don't call Planet Earth the Star Wars Tatooine. Tatooine you may recall is where the Skywalker kid is from. We find out later that the kid's real name is 'Vadar' but that nifty switch up just about never gets mentioned. So May the 4th fit into its actual and quite natural position as the day before Cinco de Mayo.  Now for pre-Cinco de Mayo Monday machine art. May the force be granted unto the sorry kids in Iran that are now scared to the screaming bejeepers to go to school. For further illumination on that issue consult with his wetness orange adolf pedofuhrer trumpf.  burns - mo mentum - gothiq - trance -...

  America's orange adolf pedofuhrer dementia j trumpf is finishing his war on Iran and quite like the numerous bankruptcies trumpf has managed over his years, he's succeeded in bankrupting America, turning America into a global pariah, and torchbearer for hypocrisy. America's national debt is a staggering $39 trillion dollars. I can't even conceive of what 39 trillion of anything is let alone a $39 trillion dollar national debt. Most of that debt is held by the U.S. government and that seems a peculiar sort of bullshit. Japan is the second largest holder of U.S. debt. I had thought China would have been at least in second place but turns out I was wrong on that note. So the next time you see some trademark dealy stamped on some recent purchase and read made in China, well, that's really how Japan is passing off their goods to America. Made in Japan is making a comeback and with all the national debt they own, ain't not about squat is going to be said about the b...

  You know times have changed when smoking dope can be sold over the counter in Texas. Yes the great state of guns and Judge Roy Bean, we mustn't forget about 'wheelies Abbot' the wheel chair rollo-boy that acts as Texas governor. Abbot is a "prize" no doubt. Anyway, once upon a time you could get the Texas electric chair for possession of about one joint, smokable and politely rolled, of the dreaded and clearly stoned association with marijuana. Yep. Had smoking the ganja been socially and legally okie-dokie way back in the day, things might have been totally different than was my experience. It wasn't smoking the dope that got me several years in a slam ... another story for another time not today. So and back to Texas. Way back when I used to drive the big rigs, trust me on this count, driving the big rigs is not all that it's cracked up to be, Texas was solidly in the camp of you ain't about not now nor ever gonna be smoking that dang mariwanna her...

  Friends, romans, and associated dilettantes anywhere ... trumpf is just about at the end of his rope regarding his Iran debacle. It seems there are no more Iranian school girls left to obliterate using those hi-tech military explosive dealies. The U.S. military used up their stockpiles of all things that go kablooey and there you go. Seems el jefe president doofus gave the military the go-ahead to send all the shit laying around that goes kablastoma or, whatever to the Israelis. Doesn't that just figure. You see, Israeli is more important to the trumpf regime than any other dang thing on this under assault Earth and all military stockpiles are depleted. Used up. Ain't no more and so ... trumpf can't, for the foreseeable future, bomb Iranian school girls or Iranian whomever. Awww, let us all shed a tear for ... blasted to bloody shards Iranian school girls. Iran refused to allow trumpf to gank Iranian school girls and so it was at that point trumpf decided that if he can...

  Anything I've to say is more than irrelevant to whatever. So off we go to Thursday machine art. erupts - franz - fashion - couture - face - invade - session - chance - once upon a time I had a dog named 'Chance' ... best dang dog ... I miss that pooch ... 😐

  To put all things into popular vernacular ... same shit different day. Same as same old shit and getting older ... oldest as can be. Mindless drivel for a mindless cult of personality that is as mindless as the day before yesterday and will be IF a tomorrow comes a rolling along a garden path. We're in a garden are we not? You know an earthly garden of paradise that would have been fit for Adam and his bitch had they not cheesed off god and were summarily given the boot from the garden of earthly delights. Paradise and isn't that what we're all looking to find? Our very own garden of earthly delights where we can live an idyllic lifestyle that might have booked an appearance on "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous" ... from back in the day. But and sadly ... no ... no way ... we have orange adolf pedofuhrer trumpf to thank for that. So all things seem to simply replay the replay that was a replay of the last replay and only the expressions on expressionless faces ...