Driven to Distraction
What in the world happened? You go to bed one night, and the next morning, you wake up to another major disaster or distraction from Bozo. It’s a desperate man who leads people to their death to distract us from his crimes. One must wonder what goes on in the mind of such a sociopathic narcissist.
Obviously, he didn’t like one of his girls spending so much money promoting herself with useless T.V. ads, so she had to go. From what I heard, there was a lot of loud barking from the canines in the circus. She was known to be a bit of a dullard with a weapon, which is the worst possible scenario for human or beast.
His other lackey is taking it upon herself to use the law to punish those who oppose Bozo. She has a great knack of hiding and appearing only if she’s subpoenaed. Behind her legal curtain, she sits hiding any evidence that might incriminate her idol. I don’t know who taught her anything about the law; maybe it was the mafia, or Gerry Adams.
She certainly uses their skills to hide the truth at whatever the cost. I would imagine there will be another series called ‘Say Nothing about Bozo.’ It should make interesting viewing, especially when we see how she shields criminals and victimises the victims. Who knows, if Bozo ever gets rid of her, she could find a job with the Real IRA as press secretary.
It seems that Bozo’s friend, Lady G., loves warfare. Apart from being one of Bozo’s favourite lapdogs, he’s quite adept at being two-faced when it’s required.
Who can forget his disparaging remarks when Bozo tried to take over the circus? There wasn’t a good word to say about his current lord and master. No, that was before his testes shrank back, and he became infatuated with the clown.
Now, he wants to be a cheerleader. Apart from the fact that the only gymnastics he’s capable of are largely mental, he’s low in the rank of sycophants. Bozo’s Ra Ra club is full at present. His V.P of the club is busy making an ass of himself, hoping to distract everyone’s attention from the Bozo’s obvious disasters.
I feel as if I’m being forced to write these things in secret. News had got out that I was criticising the clown, and some of his supporters weren’t happy. One of them threatened me with Bozo’s Ice Cream Makers.
I know, it’s a stupid name for a group of bullies, but it’s apt. Having killed off a few of his opponents for peacefully protesting, they’ve gained a reputation that is designed to instill fear even among the God-fearing public.
The spin that Bozo’s press secretary puts on these things is cringeworthy. Shooting a woman in the face, not once but three times, must be played down.
Since Bozo’s takeover, eight innocent people have died. It takes a lot of guts to tell bald-faced lies to protect a clown, but he’s picked them well.
All he demands is absolute loyalty. Discard your conscience, and he’ll see you get a place of authority.
The Ice Cream makers are accountable to no one but the clown. I wonder if they’ve considered going to Belfast or Derry, where they could be taught to kneecap dissenters. I’m sure Gerry and his lads could school them on how to keep the fear of God in people.
If memory serves me right, it wasn’t only the British Army who instilled fear into us, but Gerry’s men did too. Unfortunately, Gerry’s men learned the hard way about absolute loyalty. When the bit came to bit, Gerry would deny them as quickly as St. Peter.
Bozo is cut from the same cloth. If he needs someone to shove under a bus, you’d better hope it’s not you. Self-preservation for Gerry and Bozo means the same thing.
They epitomise the crudest, primitive need to survive at all costs. You and I are expendable when it comes to egos as big as theirs.
Now, when I go to bed, I expect to wake up to another of Bozo’s absurdities. I’m writing this while I have the right to free speech, but there could come a day when it’s not possible to speak your mind.
His henchmen have been busy attacking anyone who might question his profound stupidity or badly applied makeup. Let’s not mention anything about the fake tan that I’m sure hides a multitude of sins. I think there’s a possibility his own body is in revolt, and who can blame it?
The Picture of Dorian Grey
As Oscar Wilde put it in The Picture of Dorian Gray, ‘Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man’s face. It cannot be concealed.’ no matter how much makeup you apply.
I wonder if Bozo’s ever read a book, apart from Mein Kampf. At one point, he sold Bibles to his devotees. He never said he’d actually read it or, if he did, was it only part about attacking the Canaanites?
He may have meditated on the verse in the Psalms that discusses smashing your enemies’ babies on rocks. Of course, he would have to contextualise that verse to bombing the hell out of them, regardless of age, sex, or innocence.
He’s got a new arsenal to play with, sophisticated weapons to try out. He’s got to flex his muscles in the big, wide world; otherwise, everyone would ignore him and hope he would go away, and we can’t have that happening. No, everybody has to know he’s a big boy now. His clown’s shoes are big enough for him to fill.
He’s in desperate need of jacking up his ratings, so why not create more havoc in the world? Forget all that religious malarkey about peace and goodwill. What Jesus Christ needed was access to a good nuclear base.
Now, when you go to sleep, pray the Lord your soul to keep, because your mortal being is in the hands of a dangerous idiot.
