Dictator Cards (Senator Bluto’s Downfall)

What ever happened, to Machinegun Johnny? Why are all the Ghosts Shadows gay? Why is the "I love you sign" for a Jewish street gang in Boston, called the Latin Kings? Let's go into Dick.

What happens if we have a guy, that sees a film, and wants to be a dictator. You aren't going to make it. But wait, you want to be a cop. Shit, dude, you figured it out. Luckily, fraternities, sororities, and fellowships, have a make-a-wish foundation, they call "Fish". This guy, doesn't know, that frats and sororities and fellowships in America, are all furries. And they have a card game, called Dick, short for Dictator.

Remember Machinegun Johnny, the New York Triad? That guy was Pol Pot. We played Pothead with him, and he won, but he didn't give us the "Fag Sign".

So we've got this guy worked out. He doesn't get the rules, of Dick. He thinks he has to do something, to win. He doesn't know how to win Dick.

Call me Dr. Josef Mengele. I survived the worst anthropology program of my life, and I can win Dick. You get put on Dick, and you get off, you leave the party. You win, you're not on Dick. You aren't gay.

Now, some people will say, you can cheat this. That's George Clinton's claim. Mothership Connection. He took Hammurabi, with Marduk a stolen baby from Gilgamesh.

A crack baby factory, out of his own dick and into his lungs, until now we have the 'Mothership Connection' handsign. Are you getting this now?

So let's go into rice, dice, soda, and psychology.

Rice is a preservative. It's in soda. With pig's foot, it's in food, so you can take a dump. Dice, is how the rice market works. You roll dice, making the Fag Sign, and eventually, the guy you're playing craps with, wins. You're the dealer, and you can't win, but he picks one die, instead of several, and walks away.

Now if you're a woman, you're hearing Satan in your head, wondering about my hand. That's where handsigns are from. Communications.

If you're a man, you want to do something to me, that someone high said, about me, that I didn't say, because someone said it, but that guy, was high on Christ, from prayer. He was praying for an erection, to win an election, he's a fake politician, a cop. So now you're going to do a bunch of fucked up shit to me, and now I say crazy shit. The shit you did to me, I allegedly did, hence the psychiatric disorder. It's just saying crazy shit, and now a moron has it, in a book, when he wants to do it to me. Men. That's Psychology. 

Communications and Psychology, together? That's the Fag Sign. Satan in a woman's head telling a man that someone else did the thing that that guy did. That's a blowjob.

Economics.

So now you understand how the rice market works, with a probable numerical exchange, with dice, making the Fag Sign, to win with Nines, rolling dice, in Dick, once you're on the Dick seat, and you want to win so bad, because we all now you've been saying something, about Dick, the card game we named after you.

See, we gave you a nickname, in the frat or sorority or fellowship, that is your dictator type, based on what he didn't like. That's History.

 Hitler, liked the word 'arsehole', but not 'asshole', because 'asshole', was undefined, and he was a painter. So they called him an 'asshole', meaning, you're sitting in a hole, leave, the art gallery is closed, and we know you're a cop, you're wearing a badge, sir. See, we've got you spotted, Hitler, you say 'arsehole', now Dick is called 'Asshole', and we tell you you're an asshole, then give you free beer and women and smokes and pot and busts, and you get to join the frat, to be a Senator.

So we have a pack of cards, three to infinite players, including the Fag, a set of dice for nines (rice and dice, Satan), and three spots. President (he makes the rules), Vice President (he enforces the rules), and Dick (or whatever it's called, special rules can apply to Dick).

So what're the rules?

Just let the Fag know, the rules, are 'House Rules', and he can make them whatever he wants, per game.

House Rules? You mean the Fag likes D&D?

Holy shit, I didn't know.

Published by cheater120

Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture. Buyer beware, and these poems, are free.

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