The $30 Billion Defeat
Most of what I have for you today concerns the massiveness of God's defeat of the United States of America; but I detect no market, and America's torture of me continues at its usual level.
I will hold off reporting this story until God's artillery softens the market and does away with the torture.
The meaning of today's line of this week's verse of Robert Burns' "Mouse" poem is that after God is through ploughing up the United States of America there will be nothing left on which to rebuild it.
Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
AND NAETHING, NOW, TO BIG (BUILD) A NEW ANE,
O' foggage (foggy) green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith (both) snell (biting) an' keen!
I will hold off reporting this story until God's artillery softens the market and does away with the torture.
The meaning of today's line of this week's verse of Robert Burns' "Mouse" poem is that after God is through ploughing up the United States of America there will be nothing left on which to rebuild it.
Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
AND NAETHING, NOW, TO BIG (BUILD) A NEW ANE,
O' foggage (foggy) green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith (both) snell (biting) an' keen!
posted by Virgil Kret at 7:38 PM
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