The Massachusetts Gubernatorial Rally (Why Isn’t Dukakis Big?)

The reforms I’ve made to state government:

The election of Paul Celucci, after Michael Dukakis was destroyed, as a result of Pinky and the Brain, a cartoon given to Ron Livingston, based on his life with the Gentiles, Pinky, destroying Jews, forever.

The election of Bill Weld, after rejecting the hand of Alexandra Gaetano in marriage, of which she was not aware, but Mister Dickert, after being violently threatened by his own demise, Alexadra Gaetano having poisoned me on her special ‘pollen wash’ for asthma, actually a condition suffered by Japanese royalty still converting through Ninpo, asthma mythical. Rhodendron, Allie? I now have my seeing eye upon you.

Mitt Romney, a rigged election, to prevent the Saugus nuclear plant from overloading and bathing the state in radiation, out to Albany, with fallout out to Detroit, from making a smart comment to Jane Swift’s education minister.

Deval Patrick, after having mimicked the Joker, in Batman #1, my one Charlebois trick as a core villain, to prevent TK the cashier from being lynched as Conrad Veidt in the Man Who Laughs, Blaise Pascal’s family, a sperm steal outside the priesthood, a mathematician or computer programmer, such as Alex Danahy, both of them pedophiles, but Alex Danahy in a wheelchair, and TK having invented the computer, with the help of schools, which Alex Danahy was denied.

Charlie Baker, with the help of Dave’s family, opposed to Israel, through Goldman-Sachs, a private Jewish investment firm, horrified by Israel’s orders to have Charles Winston, Dave’s cousin, sit on Dave’s crotch, instead of the lap, the leg, to get him into the NSA. He is now an FBI agent, specializing in Jews, and his older brother, is a Democrat, that takes down Republicans, such as Trump, with the help of Dave, with the riot in Washington DC. Never fuck a Charlebois, Jews, never fuck a Charlebois. That means Charles, not me, I could care less, the kid’s a toddler, he only graduated to Shyster Arab knife play a few years ago.

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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