- Isolation and depression lock up your feelings within the spirit of your mind. Thought should always precede action, you see. Always seek the therapy of your dreams as memories come floating back. Your desperation to attain fulfillment is destabilizing your mind. I can tell by the sadness in your eyes that your spirit has turned black. It is remembering that freedom is not easily found.
- Egypt and Lybia have been moved to the Middle East. People preaching freedom are just carrying on; only a few know what to do. Your season of discontent rolls on.
- Woke is just a passing thought. Justice, freedom, and equality change over time. Change yourself from what you used to be. Real compared to what? Surreal is more than just real, anyway. Is that your only want?
- Skippy is teaming up with Bryon and Binkie to tell you what it is all about. Many are listening, but only a few are hearing. Meanwhile, you have Reds hiding under your beds. Desolation Row is closing in fast. Common sense is at an all-time low as we shuffle our way to Desolation Row.
- Peace ain’t coming our way anymore. The killing floor awaits you. Peace is not going to be free anymore. Peace in the valley has gone away. Shades of purple rage are spiraling around. Winter is upon us, and our energy supply is running out. The world is in retreat; civilizations are tumbling down during Winter in America. Defeat is on the horizon as Winter takes its toll. The man of a thousand disguises calls to you. He claims he’ll guide you through. Your fate will be to drown in the cesspool of his hate. My friend, this will be the end for you.
- The march toward tyranny is moving fast. They are coming for your guns and the few freedoms you have left. Day by day, your freedoms are being taken away. Economic strife is on the rise. Their New World Order is being formed at a blitzkrieg pace; the Alinsky dictum of “never let them see you coming” is full force. There’s nothing brave about their new world. The poor can wait; the rich want more. America’s faith is slipping away in the Winter of our discontent. Minds change as change happens. The revolution will be live but not televised. Fighting men are fading away into the darkness of the night. They are collapsing into new forms on the killing floor.
