You know how bonds of friendship can be paper-shredded
by an overwhelming villainy; and loyalties can be butchered
by a tyranny of scoundrelling bodygrabbers. The legend
of Don Quixote can never grow old and tired; even if its
protagonists are wracked by a demeaning calumny, which
the instigators deserve more than their targets. Do rats have a
perfect place in the hearts of Americans?! Would these rats
deploy their love for cats as well for their sustenance, like the cats
had become benign and were no longer carnivorous. And would the high and mighty
self-proclaimingly self-righteous media love to keep swimming
in fishy waters, and make you all fancy a swim too! Donald Quixote has a method in his madness!
You may all rise up in arms protesting that he is destroying the world,
because you all are so notoriously foolishly besotted by the illegitimate
luxuries, comforts and conveniences you obtained from the criminals
who want to bargain your souls! Donald Quixote, your insolent maniac, is
actually, sacrificing himself to save the world from your alleged good-shepherds
of tyranny. Would you all love to be blackholed into believing that
your hands are clean with your murky beliefs! Ask Libra, if it wants to be
pigeon-holed in Nibiru, or would it prefer the more sacred spaces of Jupiter?
How hard Prakash Saint Paul and his ardent followers try to keep changing
the preordained rhetoric of universal conforming to suit their self-subsisting and
self-prolonging desperate chicanery! How often, an avowed righteous brotherhood is demeaned and
torn apart? Just like Donald Quixote and his vice-captain Vance Sancho Panza are?
If you want to keep your democratic institutions and entertain the objective of the
deep sea looking humongous enough to explode out of the windmills and
deluge you? You stupid folksy country-minded deluded cowards (no derogation
to the cows, who were being clandestinely mutilated by the fishy spacemen from the
deep sea, so often in country America and Europe) who want to patent evil
to discard truth for convenience! I don’t even know if some of the Republicans
know the difference between publicans and reptilians? I just would like some help
from the Elephantine sun, but should I plead, when it itself risks being bodygrabbed?
What happens to all my Kings who are parted like the Red Sea, to gladiate against each
other, you villainous defrauding Caesars from the Oceans and Prakash Saint Paul? I am not a
cavorting fool that you think I am for my patience and restraint, should you imagine that and prolong to deceive and delude me?
I will have you know that I prefer the defeat of me and all my armies, rather than subjugate
myself to your villainy! For all your misconceptions about my frailty, I too can make
Heaven a place where nothing ever happens!
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