Mr. Punk ….. The continuing story
The Punk is after fear. That’s the payoff.
The punk has money. He has his scintillating fame. He has his moral authority. He has his penchant for being a complete waste of time. He knows Punk. He breathes it, eats it, rolls with it, hammers it, sells it, parades it. The corner boys wouldn’t trust him with their back.
The Punk has sycophants, toadies, simps, wimps, losers, trembling little supplicants. The Punk has the puffed out strut of the one rooster farmyard. The Punk has his dreams, his schemes. his lusts for lust. The Punk wants to be Al Capone when Al Capone was Al Capone…….
The Punk is after fear. To inspire fear is the greatest of lusts …. the greatest of his little punk releases. The Punk wants to inspire fear.
Punks, demagogues, authoritarian bums ……. fear is the handle. Fear is the card.
The Punk is after fear. That’s the payoff.
With vanity, lust, grandiosity, attachments to the crack high of the Punk’s tail feathers.
Suckers, punks and sycophants.
Enablers, fools and haters.
Suckers, punks and sycophants.
A nation of dim and vain and the forearm shiver.
Suckers, punks and sycophants.
With vanity, lust, grandiosity, attachments to the crack high of the Punk’s tail feathers.
Suckers, punks and sycophants.
Lustful enough to be played for empty, fools, suckers, punks, losers ….. the lame high of the punk is the lure of heaven.
Suckers, punks and sycophants.
Mr Punk will never turn on me …….. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. I will never turn on Mr Punk …… I will never turn on Mr Punk …… I will never turn on Mr Punk …… Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Oh please…. Oh please…. Oh please….
Mr. Punk.
Ahh …. the lust of it.
It’s the authority stupid.
It’s the authority stupid.
Authoritarians, demagogues, Punks …. It’s the authority stupid.
No mystery. No deep meaning. No grand insight of feel and muster. It’s the authority stupid.
Mr. Punk knows authority, authoritarian plays. He gravitates towards it. He survives upon it. He sniffs it from weeds. He hammers at it. He plays to it, grand lusts and survival. It’s the authority stupid. It and only it. The toadies, the snivelers, brain dead, the fools and those out to lunch …….. It’s the authority stupid. If you can’t challenge it don’ engage…. Wheedle.
It’s the authority stupid, dominance, breaking, diminishing. nullifying, sublimating.
Authoritarians, demagogues, Punks …. It’s the authority stupid…. to be love and adored
The Punk is willing, willing, willing.
It’s the authority, stupid.
Poor babies cede it. Poor babies give the Punk the go.
It’s the authority, stupid.
That’s what you got.
Give him more.
The proud emasculated toadies go proudly limp and supine
Emasculated toadies of the world now have the palatial party palace of the id of Mr. Punk to run to, bask in, wheedle about and call sacred home.
Marching, marching, marching they come …… a weak kneed toady here, a tongue slobbering toady there, a wallowing in disintegrating soul toady there. A begging, lost, broken whimpering toady in every nook and cranny……. The toadies just go marching. marching. marching.
Tis emasculation they seek. Tis emasculation or nullification they say. Honor, pride, backbone, guts, standing, a soul……. Hah. Emasculation salves the demons, emasculation solves the demon yearning to be better than dirt, better than they are.
The proud emasculated toadies go marching, marching, marching.
Wheedling, wheedling wheedling.
The proud emasculated toadies go proudly limp and supine.
Buy the sizzle. The suckers have forever. Send your child to school so that he or she can get the tools of critical thought that show to be in opposition to the world in which they live.
Yes …….. America wants the wit ans wisdom of the Punk for all eternity. Like a seventeen hour automobile ride with the most obnoxious of companions America wants to become officially brain dead …… a confirmation of the way that got them there.
An eternal retinue of nonsense, waste, manipulation, daggers waits for us all. Blathering megalomania, god awful put downs, latent threats, the character of slime ….. all to be spilled upon us so that we can fizzle and implode in deadened splendor.
Send your child to school so that he or she can get the tools of critical thought that show to be in opposition to the world in which they live. The dead brained leave no path for smart. They leave only the path to void, empty, uselessness.
Buy the sizzle. The suckers have forever.
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Mr. Punk …. Debbie Dominator ….. Talking Punk …. Being Punk
Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, Donald Trump, News, opinion, political science, Politics with tags Authoritarianism, Critical thinking, Democracy, Government, media, political commentary, politics, power on June 21, 2016 by B SchiffMr. Punk …. Debbie Dominator ….. Talking Punk …. Being Punk
The Punk likes to talk Punk. The Punk just craves his craves ……. his tough, masculine craves.
The Punk likes to talk Punk. Talking Punk is a very manly, gratifyingly erotic thing to do for punks of all stripes, sizes, compensations, needs of general release and open trips to an incessantly onanistic orgy.
The Punk likes to talk Punk. Talking Punk is good for sadism, auto eroticism, connecting with limped cored brown shirts and sensually challenged fever blisters who thrive upon the longings for smash and maim, jack boots and decimation. Punk talk is rife in the language of sensual release. Ahhh …. the thrills of a good whupping …. the joys of a good, feeding frenzied hate.
The Punk likes to talk Punk. The brown shirt army is his for the making. The jack booted mavens are his for the beckoning. The numbed headed followers are his for the wanting. The force of the rancid will is his in his heaven, is his in his lusts. The punk lusts after his lusts. The lusts of a fevered punk.
Listen to the punk Punk. Listen to him yelp. Listen to the punk Punk.
Talking Punk is breathing. Being Punk is seething. Releasing Punk is ….
The Punk loves to talk Punk. He craves who he craves.
The Punk just craves his craves ……. his tough, masculine craves.
The Punk as Debbie Dominator. Playing nice does not Dominance make.
The Punk as Debbie Dominator.
The Punk likes being on top.
The Punk likes dominating.
The punk wants to be on top …… the grim picture of his mind.
The Punk wants the right to say boo and screw and ooooooooo, ahhhhh, ohhhhh.
The Punk wants to win ….. to be only in that heavenly position of Dominance.
The joy and release for the Punk.
Playing human with other boys and girls does not Dominance make.
Debbie Dominator against the world
The Punk going it alone. Debbie Dominator against the world. The detached rants and plants and vile chants. The Punk goes it alone.
Owes nothin’ to nobody, no how, no way. The Punk goes it alone.
His army beacons ….. his punks and skunks, praying monks. The thrill of their aggression needs be harnessed and focused and made ready for intimidation, fear, blows …. all the tender uses of the mob.. The Punk goes it alone.
Who will stand up to Debbie Punk when he will threaten to get his lovers after those who deserve not to be?
Just see Debbie in power.
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