I can now narrow my traduceers to the All Progressives Grand Alliance (APGA). Grand indeed. Lol! 2019 is already upon us all.
Just this afternoon, on my way back from school, a painted vehicle of a failed bid bearing the me & my wife party's logo stood in my way.
Just this afternoon, on my way back from school, a painted vehicle of a failed bid bearing the me & my wife party's logo stood in my way.
Having known what packed cars in the direction and location, given the nature of the times & one's well publicized disposition lately, I knew it was now more than politics. Bitterness has crept in, as its bound to be the case with moneybags.
Not only are they thoughtless, everything about them starts and stops at their fists. Never, repeat never approaching their wits. Talk of having more money than sense. Such brainless and immobile ones go the way of the gigantosaurus of antiquity. They always do.
Their thoughtlessness is legendary and not so surprising. Forecasting that everything they manage to lay their hands on slips off as fast as it comes in is to border on the psychic & prophetic. What stops these brainless roaches, out of touch windbags with monstrous egos and
unbearable sense of entitlement from raising or locating a virile, forthright and upright intellectual with sound analytical skills to engage instead of turning murderous. Funny enough their attempts are a perfect combination of weakness and impotence.
One gets to appreciate the level of the quagmire facing us as a nation and continent when the ruling class is peopled by misfits, dregs and the brainless idiots who can't see past their noses in the event of near or complete apocalypse. Daunting.
2019 will mark the beginning of their end, God willing. I have no less a source of assurance and means of authority other than The Holy Bible which promise that as the Saints match on, the gates of hell shall not prevail. Not that they have held sway for a while but given time,
the Bible again assures that their houses shall be desolate, notwithstanding the fact that their eyes were once fat from mind-blowing abundance & they once had all their hearts could wish for. The endtime, 2019, is at hand. I pledge to make the pain sweet and palatable.
Again, I pledge to sweeten the bitter pill that will induce amnesia such that the one passes into oblivion without the accompanying dread. The nation will be better for it and the righteous will rejoice and be glad in the land, for having not laboured in vain and served God for
nothing and engaged in acts of righteousness only for them to rip the whirlwind. God is just. I'm so persuaded and comforted, for God is not mocked. The sins of the wicked will find them out. End. @threadreaderapp kindly unroll.
