artisticism for our postmodern post industrial world

I have a dream.

I have a dream that someday little black children and little white children and little plaid children and little cardboard children and little homeless children and the children of torturous horror can live in a world that is post-politician.

I have a dream.

I have a dream that someday little lost children can be found enjoying life that is free of greedy fucking bankers and whorish war profiteering bureaucrats that are Democrats and/or Republican.

I have a dream.

I have a dream that someday Dick Cheney will fall face first into a shotgun blast.

I have a dream that someday Tony Blair will face a war crimes tribunal and spend the remainder of his arrogant existence in solitary confinement.

I have a dream.

I have a dream that someday little black children and little white children will hunt George ‘dubya’ Bush down like the dog he is and crucify his war criminal ass on the steps of the Texas Capital in Austin. Austin, Texas that is.

I have a dream.

I have a dream that someday Malia Obama decides to get jiggy with Eminem and “elope” to Vegas for a weekend of kinky sex and a future in the porn industry.

I have a dream.

It’s good to have a dream.

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2 thoughts on “artisticism for our postmodern post industrial world

  1. Some guys with dreams get shot. And some guys with dreams don’t! “One of these dreams are not like the other, but which one?”

    Excellent post Don, as usual. And sadly Tubularsock laughed until Dick Cheney and then I feel that I have to warn you. Shot guns shells have REAL value.

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