Tuesday, December 20, 2016
the liberal elite in control of the city need to be arrested
and deported from country....
Friday, December 16, 2016
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask,"What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock