Michael's Is Gone
What I want to write about today is: Fuck, what is up with the news? It suck! Capital S. U. C. K. S.
Do I really have to spell it out for you? Where do I start? Famous people are dying by the hour, which, should not matter more than the average, I mean, they got famous so we see their numbers. And to honest, I'm kind of tired of it. Let them die alone. I mean, no one is going to bother prices Leah, Eddy Van-halon, or Johnny Walker Red when I die, and nor should they. It is just, there are like a hundred kids being killed in Aleppo, Iraq, Afghanistan, etc., daily. Yet, we seem to put more value in an aging actor or bad-ass rock-and-roller (David Bowie), only man this straight guy would fuck for the fuck of it (George Michael's -- unless he really did fuck Elton John, then you know, I'll stay straight), Air Crafts Crashing, football players breaking legs (Carr of the Raiders)... I'll stop there.
The news is just bad -- and so is the spelling, sorry, I've had a few beers with some jolly old fellows from the south side.
In 1958 this tv series seems to have had a premonition about a man named "Trump" who wanted to build a wall. Stranger Than Fict...