The grabbing hands, grab all they can, all for themselves.
After all, its a competitive world. Everything counts in large amounts. The graph on the wall, tells the story of it all. Picture it now, see just how, the lies and deceit, gained a little more power. Confidence, taken in by a sun tan and a grin.Everything counts in large amounts. “Everything Counts”, by Depeche Mode.
So here I was listening to my I-Pod, working out at the gym, trying to rid myself of anything Trump, when this tune suddenly appears and I am shaken as if a tsunami wave decided to invade my space, and the sweat and purpose of exhausting my body is wasted as all I hear is noise regarding the current occupant slimy enough to have pulled the wool over some really dumb ass fools, of course aided by the numero uno villain, Putin. It was as if Depeche Mode had some intuition of the future and wrote a song celebrating the demise of democracy and the usurping of a dictator whose only credibility was the lie and to be as loathsome as possible. Albeit there is debate on the size of HIS hands, he indeed with his spawn and close White Nationalist associates and a few in-laws to boot have grabbed and are continuing to grab all they can for themselves. We watch, we wait, we wonder and as we do, the rug continues to be pulled from under our feet, the con consumes the conversation and a criminal and his gang of goons run roughshod destroying our nation. And all I hear, as Trump remains Commander and Chief, is THIS TIME WE GOT HIM!
Wrong! The man is still sitting, at times, in the Oval Office. Crimes are committed, and each and every day it seems there is at least one more confident called into question and of course one more Republican on Putin’s payroll. We sigh, we stammer, we insinuate, and as we do, tax payer dollars are being spent on the First Family’s folly’s, more Intel is being told to the Russians, and the average American is being ripped off. Everything does count in large amounts, and somehow Trump and his fellow Comrades are racking in the gold! When does it end, please tell me, when!
