Although I don't think Immanuel Kant invented the word pussy in the sense it is used by Clint Eastwood to describe cringing children he may as well have. Greta Thunberg, the little girl with a great future on Star Trek and in Disney, holds forth that the house is on fire but Reagan's hegemons laugh and say so what it only shows that Jesus is coming. Once Michel Foucault was honored for his disciplic succession from Noam Chomsky on the Left Bank of Paris the fox was in charge of the henhouse. A great higherness was imposed on those who shrieked at the decay, for here the effervescent ones of the Gurdiev Synod derfed ho with the tusk of the Walrus to chastise the warless. All was engraved in stone, world war we were to be schooled is nothing less that a spiritual war for the world addressing not those who desire to live but those who are prancing towards heaven. Thus, the curse of the hour was not silence and failure to warn, but a task known to Christiandom as the hurdle and to Gurdiev nabobs as pitiless heropass. Only then could the damned pull Excalibur from the Holy Stone of the Beatles.
The philosophical minutemen deployed as regulars of a High Command infinitely more astute that someone John Kennedy came right and said it in passages conveying their scorn for him by name. Maj. Gen. Thos. Lane scoffed that Kennedy failed to understand the peace of the spirit to be found in aggression towards that cowering peace of the flesh coveted by liberalism. In 1962, Hanson Baldwin, military analyst for The New York Times chuckled in symphony that those who believed in infinite peace would be crowned fools in one year and he underscored the code of music with a tip off to page 163 where the invisible God of No. 9 lurk, in comes the good year 1964, out goes the bad year of 1963, as the Priest of true wisdom's hand circles around and around and around.
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Midori Goto was promoted as “the best of the best” as Ichiro landed and Kinokuniya displayed a lot of Yoko Ono along with a magazine the cover of which read, “Would We Be Better Off If Hitler Had Won?” The Jewish lesbians behind the AIDS script know you. They know you would rather laugh at innocent people being severely injured, like good Germans gracing the concentration camps with Jewish conspirators being tried as adults wen the wrong kind of children. Not that they should change, sweetheart, but wouldn’t you rather be with them, Big Boy?
