Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Way Damn Long Over Due



America
Peep's

Ya All
For
Damn
Sure

Da 
Most 
Beautiful 
Of 
The 
Most 
Beautiful Best. 

My Bad

Regarding 
Lack 
Of 
Props

On Da 100

No 
One 
Comes
Even
Close
To 
Blowin
It 
Up
Here
In 
Da Swamp
Than
Ya All.

Actually.
5
Times
The 
Numbers
Of
All
The Rest. 

Combined.

GOD BLESS
Each
And
Every
One Of
Ya All.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Stuck In Solemn Sunday Solitude

I 
Was 
Momentarily 
Blind This Morning
09:37

I Was At A Meeting.
Business.
Properly Attired.
Thirty Minutes Early.

Lifelong Protocol.
Early Before Designated Arrival Time.
Always Ahead Of The Game.

There 
I 
Am 
Sipping Dark Brew 
And
Green Tea 
Thru 
My 
Large 
Coffee Bottle.
Been 
Drinking Green Tea 
In 
My Coffee
Since 
1978.

So.
There 
I 
Am.

Un Aware 
That 
Blindness 
Is 
Just Around
The 
Corner 
Waiting 
To Dis Able 
All 
Retina
Cornea
Function.

Deep
Cornea
Napalm 
Injections
Had
Nothing
On 
This

That's When It Happened. 

Through 
The 
Door 
Walks 
A 
Women.
Scantily 
Clad 
In 
A 
Very Very 
Tight.
Short.
Sleeveless.
Mini Dress.
High Heels.

Her 
Walk 
Demeanor
Is
Haughty.
Arrogant.

Her 
Sleeveless 
Short
Tight
Mini Dress.

Reveals.
Way Da Fuck Too Much.

Upper Arms.

Hanging.

Jiggling.

Circumference. 
Diameter.
Shear Volume.

Astoundingly Deadly.

Girls Upper Forearms
Are
Actually
Larger 
In
All 
The 
Above
Description
Than
Both
Of 
My Thieghs
And
Then Some
Put Together.

Ms. 300 LBS. 
Plus
Starts
To 
Chat 
With 
Other 
Women
Attending 
The 
Meeting.

Girl Rhinosorous
Begins 
Yakkin
To
The 
Other
Women
In
Regards
Her 
Boyfriend.

Yeah.
Dats Right.
Some Idiot
Is 
Actually
Banging
This 
Elephant.

It 
Was 
At 
This Point.
That 
My 
Sight Hit The Wall.

Taking 
Complete Leave 
Of 
My 
Biological Being.

In 
My 
Momentary 
Blindness.
My 
Thoughts 
Drifted
To
The 
Korowai Tribe
Of
Indonesian, New Guinea.



In 
This 
Quick 
Dimensional
Mind Transformation. 

I 
Envisioned 
Girl 
As 
The 
Featured
Months Sustenance Program.
 
It
Was
Binney Da Pit Pup



That Brought Me Back
To Civilization
With 
Her 
Tug
On 
The Leash.

A 
Look 
Of 
Shear Fright
Engulfed 
Her 
Beautiful
Pup
Eyes. 

Breaking 
Loose 
Amidst
Torturous
Dawg 
Groans.

Pup
Hit 
Da Door
Running.

American Women.

You 
Have 
Become 
A
Roving Heard
Of 
Scantily
Dressed Buffalo.

Roaming 
Your 
Obese/Fat
Hoe Selves
Through 
The 
By Ways
And
Streets
Of
America.

And

Actually
Getting Banged
By 
Sub Intelligent 
Horn Dog Maggots.
Idiots.


Get Some 
Of 
Dis 
American Men.

Read 
The Following
And
Weep.

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Ya All Get The Picture

Bon Appe'tit America



Citizens Cemetery 
Flagstaff, Arizona

My 
Last 
Stop 
Off 
Here 
In 
America 
Before 
My 
Self Imposed 
Expatriate Status 
To 
Another 
Country 
For 
The 
Rest 
Of 
My Life. 

I Have Been
Visiting
This
Place Since
1966. 



Little Did I Know
Back Then
That
I 
Would
Some
Day
Mourn
The 
Loss
Of 
Many
Of
My 
Brothers In Arms.

Damn.
Fuckin 
Tears.





Hangin.
Chillin.
With Me.
Surrounded
By
Their
Playful
Load
Cacophony. 

Black Birds
Bigga
Than
Iggy Da Dog 
The
Chu Wah Wah.


Giant Black Ravan

Flying 
Chillin 
Showing 
Off 
Their 
Amazing 
Selves 
Under 
The 
Grace 
And 
Beauty 
Of 
GOD's
Own 
Beautiful Creation.

 

Over One 
Mile 
High 
Up 
In 
Some 
Hidden Stratosphere.
No Doubt World's Apart.



There 
Are 
Many 
Favorite 
Haunts 
Of 
Mine 
As It Were 
Up Here 
In 
The Mountains. 

My 
Favorite 
Is 
Sitting 
Right Here 
On 
This
Century Old
Bench 
Surrounded 
By 
Mountains 
Topped 
With 
Electric 
Emerald Green. 
Skies
Oh
So 
So
Pure Crystal Blue. 
Air So Very Crisp.
Literally
Takes
One's
Breath
Away. 



The Cemetery 
Goes 
Back 
To 
It's
Inception 
214 Years. 

Without 
A 
Doubt 
My 
Favorite 
Section 
Are
The 
Veteran Acres. 
Surrounded 
By Never Ending
100 Plus Year Old Pine Trees.  
Acres
Upon
Acres 
Of
Rolling Carpets 
Of
Ancient Green.
A Magical Tint
That
Only
GOD
And 
Time Can Provide.

Literally Thousands 
Of 
My Brothers 
Resting 
In 
Serene Beautiful Peace.
Now Afforded The Rest
They So Deserving ly 
Earned 
After Laying Down 
The 
Ultimate of Service
To
This Once Great Country. 




Graves 
Of 
Entire Families.

Great, Great, Great Grandfathers 
Who 
Answered 
The 
Call 
Surrounded 
By 
Family Members 
Who As Well
Sacraficed
The
Ultimate.
All 
The 
Way 
Up 
Through
Generations
To 
Their 
Great, Great, Great Grandchildren.
Who Laid Down The Ultimate 
Of
All
Sacrifices.
Some Grave Sites Abandoned 
For 
The 
Simple Fact 
That Families Just Faded Away. 

 

Just Amazing On Every Level.

 


 

It 
Is 
The 
Vietnam Veterans 
Who
Rest 
In 
Peace. 
Grabbing 
The 
Main
Soul
Felt
Of All My Attention.

Moving 
From 
Resting Place 
To 
Resting Place. 
Saluting 
My 
Fallen 
Brothers 
And 
If 
Necessary 
A
Quick
Thorow
Cleaning Up Of Their Resting Place.

Their
Is 
One 
Grave
Out
Of 
The Many 
Of 
Vietnam Graves
That 
Grabs My Attention. 

Every Morning.

With 
A 
Prayer 
And 
A
Salute.

I
Stand
Tall
With
Respect.

With
Humbling
Honor.

To
The
Two Marine Brothers. 
Born Three Years Apart. 

Serving Together Side By Side.
Fighting Together Side By Side.

Bravely
With
Honor
These 
Two Brothers 
Both 
Left 
This 
Dimension 
On 
The Same Day. 

February 1969. 
Giving
It
The 
Ultimate All
For
LT.

Dying 
For 
No 
In 
A 
War 
For
No
Other 
Reason Except 
Lining The Pockets 
Of 
American Politicians 
Buried 
Oh
So 
The Fuck
Deep 
In 
The 
Pockets
Of
The
American Military Industrial Complex. 
Or 
As 
President/General Dwight David Eisenhower 
Defined This Giant Pimp Machine. 
'The American Industrial Military Congress'.

To This Day. 
As 
Far 
As 
I 
Am 
Concerned. 
The Only Reason 
The 
Poor 
And 
Lower Middle Class 
Of 
This 
Country 
Picke 
Up 
Weapons 
In 
The 
First Place 
In Jungles Worlds
Upon
Worlds 
Away 
Is For Money That
Lines The Pockets Of 
The One Percent
Of
This
Country.
Furthering
Their
Large 
Grotesque Stacks($) 
Of 
Bukoo Green.
All
Of
This
Death
And
Bloodshed
Facilitated.
Directed.
Propagated.
Guided.
By
This
Countries
Very
Own
'Spook' Brigade.
C.I.A.
Who
As
Well
Line
Their
Greedy
Pockets
From The Blood
Of
Others.

Ain't Dat Right.
'Spook' Bitches.

Forget How Devastating
On Every Level 
This Senseless War Was 
In The First Place.

Under The Auspicious
Laid Down Guideline
Of
Keeping 
Communism 
Out 
Of 
South Vietnam? 

Nigga Pleezee.
South Vietnam 
Today 
Is 
Communist. 

As Well A Thriving Economy
Deep Into Manufacturing.

The 
Only
Point That This Country Goes 
To War Is The All Mighty Dollar. 

Dollars 
So 
Fuckin 
Phat 
That Congress 
And 
The 
Senate 
Can 
Not 
Line 
Their 
Corrupt 
Pockets 
Quick 
Enough 
With 
The 
Lobbyists Stacks($).

I Touched On This Before.

Sub Surface Brine's. 

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Sub Surface Brine's 

There Would Be No Lithium Batteries.

Afghanistan 
Is 
So 
Very 
Rich 
In 
Sub Surface Brine's 
One Can Literally Not Take 
A 
Step 
Without 
These 
Miracle Minerals 
Right Under Their Boots.

So 
Again. 
The 
Poor 
Fight 
To 
Enrich 
The 
Wealthy 
With 
Profits Iinto 
The 
Bukoo. 

Military Personnel 
Who 
Are 
Blessed 
And 
Fortunate
To 
Return 
Home 
Are 
Cast Aside 
And 
In 
Many 
Cases 
Cursed. 

Nothing New Here.

Those Growing Phat
From
Lithium.

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The 
United States 
Has Just Set Up 
Military Operations 
In 
Africa.

Can anyone out there tell me why?

Sub Surface Brine's. 

The Method 
Of 
Sub Surface Brine Harvesting
In
Africa.

Makes
19th Slave Labor
In America
Look
Like
A
Walk
On A Bali Beach
At Sunset.











 

America.
Wake Da Fuck Up.

Ryan. Out.


Tail End

 

For Real

World

Ya All 
Blowing 
Dis 
Old Mans 
Mind.

2014.06.08

United States
Ukraine
Belgium
France
Turkey 
India
Netherlands
Poland
Russia
China
Singapore
Hungry
Venezuela
Pakistan
South Africa
Canada
Mexico
Philippines
Netherlands
On and On and On
Countries I have never even heard of.   

Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

Ya All Humble Dis Old Man To Death.

Ukraine

Don't 
Know 
What 
To 
Say.
For Sure
Ukraine. 
Swamp Love Ya All.
GOD BLESS.
Now Ya All Be Good. 

Russia
  
Yo.
Vladdy. 
You 
Hittin 
Up 
Da Swamp?
Didn't 
Yo 
Mamma 
Tell 
You 
Bout 
Da Swamp.

China

For Real

Ya All So Beautiful.
GOD BLESS 
Ya All
Who 
Ever 
Your
Beautiful 
GOD 
Iz.

Just 
A 
Big 
Phat
Swamp 
Thank You.
Swamp Love 
Ya All
By 
Da Bustillions.     

Ya All 
Got 
Me 
Up
In 
A 
South Central L.A. 
Mood.
29th & Crenshaw 
Representing.

So Here 
Ya All
Go.

4:34

Tupac / Makaveli - To Live And Die In LA

 

You  
Damn 
Sure 
Ventured 
Into 
Da Swamp
Dis B What It All Bout

GOD BLESS
And 
Max Love World
Thank Ya All So Much

Enjoy   

Oh Yeah.
One Last Thang.

Ain't Dissin 
Ya All 
Regarding Comments. 
Dey 
Up 
Into 
Da 
Thousands 
And 
Thousands.

Honestly.

I 
Don't 
Know 
What 
To Do.

Swamp Love
Ya All
Each 
And 
Every 
One 
Of 
Ya.  

Ryanindaswamp / Man In DA Street

Shit Storm Saturday

Seemingly.

Quite possibly.

I am entrenched in a straight up spiritual passion play.
The battle rages.

Wicked Slime Rat Satan just keeps rising up off the canvas deck time after time after time.
One blow after another from the 'Prince Of Peace'.
Wicked Slime Rat just won't stay da fuck down.

For Sure.

Only God Can Judge Me.

From Da Swamp to Da Desert to Da Mountain High Beauty.
Doing time tick to tock.
Chalking up points by the seconds seeming more like light year hours.

Incoming Bombards My Always Forward Progression.

Dayz into Nitez. 
Nitez into Dayz.
As clueless today as I was from the time my Momz released me from Her comfortable womb into an Earthly Hell That Continues To Never Make One Bit Of Sense.

Me constantly against the earthly world.
Throwing Flack at me faster than a Belt Fed Automatic Rifle.

A Thousand shall fall at my left side.
Ten Thousand At My Right Hand.
Not a One Shall Come Near Me.

The Spirit of The Prince of Peace engulfs me in a translucent Armour seen only by those who have been touched by HIM.
The rest of those that see are the eyes of the wicked. Their last house on the block should they decide to play.

For me.

This earthly world is as strange as an Owsley Acid Bombardment from hell. 
How I got here I will never know.
Forever a Stranger in a Strange Land.

Been Smoked so many times. 
Just keep comin back.
So what Ya gonna tell me?
What Ya gonna say?
Me against da world.

Gettin High Watching Time Fly.

My rear view mirror a never ending litter strewn pot holed steamy ass tarmac blowin up one by one behind me.

Oblivious to the wicked and all their toxic polluted stained teeth dripping with saliva drenched in bile, puke and blood.

Continuing on, glancing every now and then in my rear view. No time for apologizes. 
Ya should have seen it comin.
Your Hoe drenched hands forever loosing grip on my windpipe and wallet.

Pretty soon.
Presto.
Slammo.
You Gone. 
Unable to suck any more blood.

Your Slant Face Hoe Self Bewildered, while at the same time Satan doesn't even hear your bitch ass moan.
Game Point.
My favor.
See Ya Bye.

For sure fuck you and all yourz.
I will survive.
You gonna smoke me.
Like Nike say Bitch.
Just Do It.

I'll just continue to laugh up in your crooked slant face lying grill.

For sure.

You da one identifying with all this. 
Guess what Bitch. 
You iz da one.
Yeah. 
No doubt.
Fuck you.

Wonder how I live with five rounds in me?
Hard to kill a muthufucker on my block.

What Ya All who inhabit this earthly world don't know.
I walk with HIM. 
Ya All Can't touch this.
Yeah Player.
I fucked your wife.

I ride a vibe thinner than a strand from a microscopic wire.
The dead's cacophony playin to my inner ear.
Blowin up urethral dust like a Kat 10 out Da Desert.

The World.

Regarding Sgt. Bergdahl.

Lucky you Army Sargent.

Cause for sure you desert your Marine Brothers up in the heat generated by hostile.
No body frettin. 
No worries. 
No search parties.
You just another causality of not so friendly fire.
Plain Ol Smoke.
Semper Fi.
Bitch.

Regarding 'Prez'.

Sir.

You a Slant Face, Lying, Cocaine Smokin, Commie Criminal stuck like black tar mucus in the rotten commie throat of Bill 'Da Bitch' Ayers.

Yo. 

Ayers. 

Player.

Me and my 12 Nigga's just fucked your Ugly Hoe Ass Bitch Of A Wife Bernadine and Pimped her Ugly Beast Self on da south side.

Yeah Mr. President.
Fuck You And Your Hoe Ass Bitch Mamma.

Oh.
I can't say that?
It's Bad?
Fuck You To.

Ryan. Out.

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Wrap It Up. Farewell Wednesday For Now.

For Sure.
Some Major Shout Outz.
These Folks have been a very positive light in this thang called my life.
As well another one of the many, many, many Blessings HE has Bestowed and Graced on me.

First The Loudest Shout Out.
Cause In This Shout Out. My Spiritual Voice Will Be Travelling Farther Than Has Ever Been Calculated.

Heaven.

Popz.
Your Wisdom Was By Far The Most Enduring, The Deepest and The Real Deal.

As You Reminded This Off Da Wire Kid.
Daily.
"I Am Not Your Friend. I Am Your Father".
Yeah.
I Know Men Don't Cry.
But I got A feeling These Tears B Awight.

People say to me an entire life.
For real. 
You don't drink Soda?
I Will Never Ever Forget That Super Hot Day With You  On The 17th Hole.

"Son. I bet Your Thirsty. A Coke Or A Ginger Ale Sounds Real Good To You Right Now. Thing Is Son. There Is Only One Thing. One Thing Only, That Quenches Your Thirst Every Time. That Would Be Water".

To this day all I ever drink is water and coffee and juice that I drink from my juicer.

"Son. Alcohol Will Kill You In Every Way".

"Do Not Buy Things That You Can Not Afford. Pay Cash. You Will For Sure Own That Which You Have Just Truly Purchased".

Popz had absolutely no debt. 
Ever. 
Same For Myself.

Momz.
You were The Kindest Sweetest Person I Ever Met On This Earth.
I Can Not Even Begin To Find The Words.

Honestly. 
I do Not Think They Exist.
You So Beautiful Mom.
Never Heard A Person Say A Bad Word About You.
Always Teaching Me To Look At The Other Ones Side.
"The Big Picture".
I Feel You Every Day. 
Looking Down On Me Saying;
"Oy Gavalt. You Don't Know Shit From Shineola. Straighten It Up. Get On Board Boy".

This man was so very kind to me on a daily basis while selling news papers on the island of River Road and LaCanada Road.
TPD LT. S.

Every Morning, 08:00 you brought me a giant coffee from 'The Good Egg'. 
Every now and then you would deliver me a Giganturous breakfast from one of your Patrol Officers.

You are a Great Man LT.

Not for the Good Looking Out after me.

But for a life time of putting your life on the line for the citizens of Tucson, Arizona daily.
You even ventured into Da Swamp every now and then.
Because Of You, Cursing down to almost a quite roar.
"You Know Ryan. This Earth? This Is Satan's World". 
I remember the first time I told you I detest bad, wicked people.
"So do I Ryan".
Copy Dat Sir.

God Bless You LT. 
May your retirement be everything you have Dreamed about and Expected.
The green green links are now all yours Sir.
Whenever the hell you want.

God Bless you and yours for an eternal lifetime.
An Honor and a Pleasure knowing you Sir.
Semper Fi Sir.

Patrol Officer Pope.
God Bless You and All yours Forever and an Eternity.

I know you will never read this. In my heart I am sure that another TPD Patrol Officer will tell you.

Your Out Standing Career protecting the people of Tucson, Arizona in a Professional Manner at All Times is a Monumental Tribute to All who went before  you and All who will pass through after you.

You Sir, are A Cop's Cop.

And Yeah Sir.
I know it's bad and I can't say it.
"Ryan. That's Bad. And You Can't Say That".
Thank You for your kindness and understanding Patrol Officer Pope.
God Bless You Patrol Officer.

To the Entire TPD Organization.
For everyone of you that I have met, your Professional Dictum and Kindness is Paramount in your daily task of performing your very dangerous job's.

Thank You.
God Bless You and Yours.
I pray for Ya All very day.

Ms. Tandala.
My partner in The Path of The Journey Of The Lord.

Girl.
You Awesome. 

We talked and talked regarding our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
We discussed how at times we are just plain tired of HIS Missions and Tasks.
Our common question to HIM every morning of our lives.
What You Keep Waking Me Up For.
Rollin our beat up, torn up selves out da rack every single morning.

Like you always told me.
I have no choice in this matter.
And No. 
I can't get out of this Mission Called By The LORD.

Luck Fing Me.
God Bless You and Your Husband. 
Your Kidz. 
Your entire Family Ms. T.

Again. 
This Old, Skinny, Once Disheveled Man Can Not Thank You Enough.
Bless You Girl.

Bobby S.
My Dawg.
I know you will never read this.
You For Sure You Are One Of The Lords.

Dawg.
I can never thank you enough. 
Ever.
Your Baby Mamma Is Just Straight Up Adorable and Cute as can be.
God Bless Her.

Bobby S.
God Bless Your Children.
Your Grand Children who you Hold, Admire and Love.
Bless Them All Bobby S.

I will Miss You Dawg.
Like You Alwayz Say;

"Ryanindaswamp In Da Desert On Da Road".
Yeah Bobby S. We Doing The Lords Work.
Just Be Safe Dawg.

My Neighbor. 
Retired Army Ranger LT. Rick.

Damn Sure God Bless You Ranger LT.
Those All Night Discussions.
Helping This Beat Up Old Marine Keep It In Perspective.

In Essence Keeping The Immediate Neighborhood Safe From One PTSD - ing Marine Force Recon LT.

Your Kindness.
Your Generosity.
Your Wisdom.

Thank You Sir For Being There Every-time My PTSD Was 
Detonated.

Talking To Me As Only Military Rank Can.
It Most Defiantly Was A Good Day In Hell.
Every One Walked Away.
No One Got Smoked. LOL
God Bless.
You'll Be Missed Army Ranger.
Thank You Sir For Your Great Service To This Country. 

Not To Burst Any Bubbles Here Sir.
I Ain't Nothin More Than An Old Small Pimple On This Ass Called The World.
Just Another Mope On Da Rope

You Stay Safe Army Ranger.
Semper Fi LT.

Last, But Never Least.
Pastor Dan.
Taking That Time Every Morning To Talk With Me About Our Lord.
Me Expressing To You Every Day How Much I Envy You For The Job That You Perform Daily In The Name Of HIM.
Then stating to you. 
I could never ever do what you do daily.

The Sickening Feeling You Get Every-time You Have Console With The Sinners Who Go On and On and On About Trite Crap. 
I Know This Stress's You Out Beyond All Belief.

Swamp Tip.

Over and Over and Over Again as The Sinners Assault You With Their Insane Evil/Wicked.
I LOVE YOU JESUS CHRIST. 
I PRAISE YOU JESUS CHRIST. 
I LOVE YOU JESUS CHRIST. 
I PRAISE YOU JESUS CHRIST 
I TRUST IN YOU JESUS CHRIST.
You Will Smile as The Trite Go On and ON and On.

And No Sir.

The people that come upon your Church Asking, Demanding Food, Diapers and The Such.

Nope.

They Ain't About To Sell Their IPhone's, Jaguars, Bling and Stuff To Put Diapers On Their Babies.

Yeah.
Nothing To Analyze. 
Nothing To Think About.
Sin Is Sin.
Wrong Is Wrong.

And For Sure.
The LORD O GOD ALMIGHTY Does Not Need Our Money.

As well, as both of us know.

THE LORD DOES NOT FORGIVE.
In Fact;
THE LORD TURNS HIS HEAD. CLOSES HIS EYES TO MANS TRANSGRESSIONS AND INEQUITY S. 
Isiah

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God Bless You Pastor Dan. 

Last Shout Out To The Beautiful Best People World Wide who read this insane diatribe daily.
God Bless Each and Every One Of You.
Ya All For Sure The Most Beautiful Best.
Thank Ya All So So Very Very Much.

To me.
The absolute most amazing part of this blog. 

The Major Insanity is that I never even considered anyone would even read this stuff.

As far as Blogging went.

I knew less than two shitz and three fast flying fuckz about Blogging.
I just started to write.

A Thang As It Were That People, Starting With My Popz Said Over and Over To Me Again and Again.

A Literal Lifetime.

Write.
Just Write.
Popz from 4 years old.

A Few months down the road I discovered the statistic button
Blew My Fuckin Mind. 

World Wide.

As I came to find out I had an enormous presence out in the Interment World.
From day one when this blog is searched I come up number one.
Linked up like a star. 
World Wide.
Talk about being humbled.
Daily. 
By The Second.
Wow.

As an Old Friend of mine from the growing up years in Da Hood used to say;
"What a Long Strange Trip Itz Been".
To say The Least.
Kaddish Brother Jerry.
Yeah.
That Jerry Garcia.

Blogger.Com
By Far.
The Absolute.
Nothing To Analyze.
Most Mind Bending.
Gray Matter Melting.
MuttuFuckin Blog Site To Navigate.
Oh Yeah.
Your Spell Checker Is Surely Hooked Up On Marz.

Oh.
That $9.00 Ad Sense.
Oh.
Never Gonna Pay Me?

See Ya.
At Least For A Minute.
For Sure. 
Don't Wanna Be Ya.

Now. On To The World.

America.

PLEEZE. PLEEZE.

I'm Begging Ya All.

Stop  Cryin Like Da  Bitch Regarding Your College Professor President Wanna Be Who Unfortunately Is The President.

Num Nutz.

Ya All Elected Him.
Twice.

Honestly.

Fuck Ya All.
Die Hard.
Die Slow.
Die Screamin.
Your Idiots.

Now Ya All Crying Hillary.
Again.
Fuck You.

If all that was not enough.

The Majority of Women In This ONCE GREAT COUNTRY Called The United States of America Are Straight Up Ignorant Hoe's and  Hoe Wanna Be's. 
Or, as The LORD sayz,
Seductress'. 
Yeah. 
Aspire To The Best.

Trust Me On This.
Absolutely No Hope What So Ever In Site.

The World.

On A Daily Basis Laughs Sadly At This Country.
Actually, Less Than A Laugh.
More Like The Innocent Observing The Criminal Joke That Is Today America.

The sadness is the fact of this ONCE GREAT Country is now nothing more than The Bottom of The Cesspool.

Daily.
Mr. Mute engaged.
I see commercial after commercial touting Re-finance your home.
Get out of debt.
Make your credit card debt disappear.
Bankruptcies. 
By The Ton.
Bankruptcies.
The legal way to rip off all that is concerned.
Only to go back to the trough for more.

Like Dis.
Fuck You.

For buying houses you could never, would never be able to afford.

Automobiles.

Motorcycles.

73 Inch Flat Screens.

Boats that you could never, would never be able to afford.

Buying IPhone's over taking care of your Kidz.

America.
As far as this Author is concerned.
Ya All nothing but Bloated, Obese, Very Very Fat Complaining Cry Babies.
Wah Wah Fuckin Wah.

On top of all this desire from the cesspool wanting and wanting and wanting.

Then there are those that see only the slant face crooked prize.
Things. 
Stuff.
Material Objects that drive you to Steal.
To Break In The Dwellings Of The Innocent.
To Demurer For Possessions Made of Sand That Fade Into The Sea.
Committing Crime After Crime Just To Keep Up With The Jones.
To Gain That Ever Elusive Flying Rat Of Acceptance In The Earthy Hell Called The World.
Then When Prosecuted and Incarcerated Cryin KLike Da Bitch.
Fuck You.

Really America.
Fuck Ya All. 
You Living, Paying, Doing and Loosing As You All Should Be.

That said.

I agree with the President.
Absolutely, Completely On Board.
Drones.
The Way To Go.

Of Course The Greedy Idiots, John McCain and his ilk are alwayz going to be screamin for more expenditure regarding The America Industrial Military Congrezz.

Every Rifle Trigger Squeezed. 
Every Man Down.
Lines The Pockets Of Those Who Prosper From War.

Not Us.
The Poor Kidz.
Fighting The Rich Man Wars.

People, across the world. 
Express. 
Feel this one thread that runs through us all.

Iran

Pakistan

Egypt

Sudan

Africa

India

U.S.A.

Venezuela

South East Asia

Singapore

Philippines

South America

On and On Across The Globe.

That Common Thread That Runz The Gamut Between Us All. Iz.

Governments.

All Governments. 

Gotta Go.

Se Ya Bye.

For It Is Without A Doubt, Governments Global Wide, That Transcends The  Useless in Every Way Shape and Form.
Corrupt.
Evil
Wicked
Murderous
Lying
On and On.
Go The Fuck Away.

Now.

Today.

We'll Take It From Here.

60 bags of soft in your gut.(Soft Defined; Powder Cocaine)

Really Einstein.
At what point in this mis-guided venture did it hit you that what you are perpetrating iz a bad, bad, stupid fuckin thang.

Genius.

You are a licensed pilot.

On a flight that you are pilot commissioned and paid.
Just walk those bags on board in your carry on.
Presto. 
Change O.
You A Successful, Prosperous Cocaine Smuggler.
Make Your Mamma Proud.
Fuckin Idiot.

You'll have mucho, mucho time to dwell on this one Einstein.
Good Luck and Fuck You.

Again.

John Kerry.
Calling Snowden Bad Bad Bad Un American Dangerous Traitor.

Who would know better you piece of Commie Treasonous Traitorous Ass Hole.

Fuck You John Kerry.

Fuck Your Hoe Mamma.

Yo Player.
I Fucked Your Wife.
You A Bitch.

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Good Job Ass Hole.

Fuck You.

Yeah Bobby.
Dawg.  
As Alwayz 
Hit It On Da Nail Brother.

Ryanindaswamp In Da Desert On Da Road.

Take Care World.

Just Keep Doing The Right Thang.
Alwayz Remember Exactly Who Be Da Bought and Sold.

U B Awaight.

Back At Cha All Down Da Road.

Ryan. Out.