See ...I'm a *wacko* like John Ford. Can I safely be ignored? A meager poet —aren't you bored— at "white-boy" rapping? But this rhythm you might hear could have you crying in your beer — and not so far from here; I see it happening!
Is our future writ in stone? Could we go it all alone, and can we all condone our common sadness? Think of Aztecs looking east, "...A bearded savior? Start the feast!", but surprise! Psychotic Christians flogging madness!
We hear of Ford the "Gun Nut"—advised he's got a 'wide butt', and how he hangs with *scuts* and "wacko losers." But he finished up at College, and he used his master's knowledge... ...to complicate the "business" of abusers!
That's what I would plan to do, our Constitution through and through — you'd remove it from my view? You scabrous flunky! The stuff that you comport wouldn't stand in any court! Though you call yourself a *sport*? Your shtick is funky.
You write what you think sells, and the fair play goes to hell; you've got yours so *it's* just swell; you're so revolting. But you're the one to go down first, you're the first to feel thirst, you're the first to court despair beyond consoling.
Retired from the courts —John's a cop of sorts— Republican in quarts, and mourning justice? Hell, he sounds just like my dad, and it kind of makes me mad, yes, more than merely sad at this injustice."
See, it seems they call him crazy 'cause he's not the least bit lazy on the subject of those hazy "UFOs." Yes, he thinks that some touch down; he thinks they're underground; at denial of these "facts" he thumbs his nose.
Well, the Suffolk county boys should gather up their bully toys — and make a similar noise to label me. I've similar beliefs, and know there's no relief, as the 'man', that slick-mouthed thief, destroys our freedoms.
Yes — I am made of sterner stuff and I have had, now, quite enough... and I rise, a little rough and piqued by rage. Unrepentant, I decry the system's mixing truth and lies so the former is denied... the latter praised!
Conspiracy recorded on audio tape? Even presuming the actuality of such a conversation between the men, what if Ford— "lik[ing] to talk about what he would do to [even imagined enemies?]", and not KNOWING about perhaps PLANTED "radium" in his pickup...—...what if he was encouraged, by the police employed 'wire', to fantasize about same in the manner similar to the way you could with me, reader, if you told me I could press a little red button in your outstretched palm and watch Pat Robertson's porcine head explode on network television?! Even now I scramble for that button in my mind [sardonic grin]!
Let's explore that a little. How much concern am I to have for the prerogatives and sensibilities of a man who would gloat heartily at his "Lord's justice being done," as I was beaten to death by members of his cack-witted crowd for not validating the God he makes in his own image... to do his bidding—prosecute his loathsome, regressive, woman hating, and freedom destroying bidding.
John Ford suffers a similar bigotry prosecuted by what turned out to be REAL, read convicted in turn, criminals, not just willing ones like Robertson! Is not that the REAL madness!