There’s something deliciously poetic about the fact that on the eve of one of the most consequential political weekends of our lifetimes, the night before thousands descend on Washington, D.C.
There comes a time when there is f#@£ all left to lose and courage rises into a total disdain of wild comedy so you march on regardless to whatever is coming and really that is now!
March on mes amis death or glory nothing left to lose. Free for the moment slaves to oppression and evil no more.
There comes a time when there is f#@£ all left to lose and courage rises into a total disdain of wild comedy so you march on regardless to whatever is coming and really that is now!
March on mes amis death or glory nothing left to lose. Free for the moment slaves to oppression and evil no more.
Ain’t life grand?
Deliciously fabulous!