Standing in the middle of Cheeseman Fellowship Hall;

I hold the video camera as tears spread on everything bagels and images of those Haitian’s and there presentless Christmas scare the living gosh golly bejebishites out of any good god fearing republican who never drink the water but will pass the plate to drop the bombs of liberating world charity wraped plastic consumerism; once again crushing the temples of a country we raped oh so good. Oh yeah, I hold the video camera and enjoy my cushy apartment and clean drinking water that god bestows upon this our righteous and blameless nation(al fruit company) for the price of bananas is damn cheep and allows us to fill those toyboxes full of misguided hope.

It will all be over tomorrow when the democrats take office and those lip stretched possibilities meet hope-filled cupcakes in a new era of transparency and openness our good intentions posted all over the Internet and I filmed it all; hot steamy action in this only and indestructible moment we are flung into the next never knowing who we will fuck over next.

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