Political Science 2

First off I want to qualify my comments on the current political climate as those of an observer, completely obtuse of the happenings. That being said I would first like to conflagrate on the meandering pomposity of the Surgeon General. This man or woman has flagrantly set fire to a boundless entity of entitlement. This leads to my second point, that the Avian doctrine of 1997 is proved completely invalid due to the ineptitude and garishness of the Goldie locks movement. My second paragraph begins with a scream, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, this is the sound made by the baby boomers when the President unleashes the cornucopia of vapor lock bills. How could congress permit the debauchery of the sexertary of state? These actions are udderly inflammable. My chief concern is the rising cost of pipe tobacco. It is well know that our Mongolian ancesters settled in northern California and were brought to promise from the rich tobacco plants found in the La Brea tar pits. Now, these are all unquenchable facts. There is a litany of naysayers and saynayers that exist in the Mexican underground. The president of Mexican America, Hugo Chavez, equals none too many empty carwashes for the underage masses. I have nothing to say here. I have plenty to say here! How dare, I say, how dare our speaker of the house Mr. John Boner, equate machismo with inflated fact. Dear God, stop me now, stop me now because I'm bout to give this man the work. He going to get this work. Here it goes. The temerity of Uncle Sam to burn bridges and besmirch the velvet rope effect around the mid-west portion of central northern South Dakota. Our native ancestors have encrusted the values espoused by Jung and Lohan. Fraudulent books of democratic recipes have long been engorged with venomous lies; the biggest offender being Chicken Soup for the Bowl. Our earthenware pots are in danger, folks. We need to go to the highest mountain tops and the lowest mountain tops to find the bald shaman monk to bless our futures with curry paste ground with mortar and pestle. This is the cacophonous effect of triangular malcontents. The three angles fight bitterly much like the axis of evil fought the British Empire for freedom and chamomile. The effervescent sporadic nomenclature of druidic forces, formulates the prospective hypothesis of judgmental ceramics. When the torment of terrorists subsists in the flower bed of Canadian lies and false hoods, we have only the vegan masses to inherit the subsidiary mausoleums, which therefore states that ancient Babylonians and domestic cattle ranchers equal normal proximities of tarantula spiders. For example, the boyhood tale of Margaret Thatcher illustrates the illusive and ever present realities in our consumer culture. The pomposity of the military industrial complex is directly linked to the Sri Lankan government and its preponderance of snow lilies. This being central, northwest Asia, it brings us to Hiroshima and Shitake; the two unfortunate settlements to be surrounded by starship troopers and validated with reckless abandon. The Vietcong fought alongside bouffant hairdos in an attempt to reduce the number of political sanctions in the Great Barrier Reef area. These souls were born into combat, and not released until the eventual advent of Grecian formula. In conclusion I would like to state my lugubrious support for massive oil shipments to war torn Narnia and the lower coasts, as well as state my vehement opposition to the election of Bobo Brazil. It is cliché to end such an intelligent rant as I’ve just shuttled off of with a quote from one of the ancient Polynesians or Distopians, but I would instead like to skew tradition with a song in complete periodic form. Ahem. …………………………………… …………. ………….. ………………………… ……………… ………………. ………………………………. ………………. ………….. …. ………………………….. ……………………………….. ……………………………… ………………….. …….. . . . . . . ……………………. …….. ………………………… ……………………………… ……………… ……. …….. ……… …………….. …………….. …….. ……. .. …………………………….. ……………… .......... …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… done.