Political debate is the biggest business in America.
Everything is business in America – I guess that’s the beauty of it – but as with every business – there are competitors, and I ain’t here tryna’ monopolize but damn do I have an argument that might put yall fundamentalists OUT OF BUSINESS! I mean, wouldn’t you rather be a business man of good conscious that makes money off being honest and ethical than one of lies and facades used to mislead people because you don’t have it in your heart to be humble? HUH SARAH PALIN HUH!?
haha…pardon my professionalism. HEY THIS IS A BLOG OKAY! I was disenfranchised from the official system so I hadda turn to the underworld and this southern colloquial to get by in the business of the land of big business.
I love debating – proving points. I guess that’s not a good thing. I just love the study of social science and debating is just another way of indulging in a good old conversation – you don’t have to be angry, just learn the G code and you will know exactly how to maneuver through. Okay now I’m selling my secrets. Bah, they can’t be learned. You either got it or you don’t. We’re all determined beings bro. Mahara-ji.
So, to all my libertarians, socialists, atheists, anarchists. Bring it. Let’s get some artistic debate on.
I’m feeling inspired and a little wired,
Got me feeling this fire,
Light a cigarette until my lungs expire,
Why retire I been high off life,
witness the poetry of a cigarette,
she ain’t a hoe she intimate,
commies taste like liquorice,
her pussy all tickelish,
1960s syndicate sipping rum,
writing diaries filled with rhymes they shun,
if God is one I am too,
that’s too, not two, take out the double u,
stand for you rights or they’ll make fun of you,
what i want is to fund a school,
that teaches nothing,
we all students dear prudence what type of mess are you in,
i run with the zapatistas all the way the brooklyn,
wear a black mask so yall can’t look in,
I’m the mirror that reflects every human dispossessed,
subcommandante marcos, carlos sanchez,
open up the gates let me borrow those cassettes,
cause I know what they got hidden on them tapes,
out in Syria contemplating God and satan,
wondering which side got the better bargain,
wipe my hands in the sand grains and pray to the gods,
even if I shake your bones, its okay,
these are only sticks and stones.