I can’t try harder

to love you.

I already do.

      There’s a similarity between the white Russia emigres to Germany in the 20s in their fetishized regard for bizarre secret documents like the Protocols of the Elders of Zion and the mean-spirited connivance in The Texas Schoolbook presented with the insistence the toadies of the despicable are men of taste.   The criminals extol as virtue ashes in old, warm, flat beer and dead zone oceans but La! Their lore is to behold, not question.  Their centrifugal prattle not subject to proper review.

       The farce becomes exquisite when turning the pages back to White Shadow by Penis Gabriel.  Gabriel tells one central truth about himself, sure to stand the test of time, “Light can be deceptive with (her) rays.”  The mongering was pro-Reagan throughout.  He banged on with the desperate tuttering of those who knew James Carter the better man but wanted Reagan because he was so tall.  Gabriel whines of malaise and so on, the standard crock offered Trump’s bugle boys about the Carter Age, forget the Solar Energy Bank, good as done, because the apocalyptarians wanted to surf the dead zones in search of disaster’s dynamic.  Talk about sheesh.

        It’s not an irony that White Russians were in Dallas and central to the plan.  Since they were just looking for weaklings to do away with, the shifty reshuffle from hatred of Jews to lying about American youth went easy on their reason, having no particular need to explain.