Lexigrams of the Moment

He defends USA, our homes as he murders men - lands afar.

A leader made unreasoned, deadly demands on men as he led.

As he’d defend USA’s role, he used many, many hundreds of army men.

USA’s role as Rumsfeld led? LOSERS.

No one else near held or shared same deals.

Many, many hundreds of men are dead for no reason, as he led.

He led army men, so men are dead or harmed.

Damn! Real hell here!

He seemed demure, normal, sure, and hard-headed.

He used a ruse, a moral role as a defend-leader.

He really handled a role as a leader in a deadly manner.

Dread Donald Rumsfeld.

Hordes of men are dead or harmed under Rumsfeld, as he had army men murder men.

An American man on radio is in risk.

A man on radio can die in malice.

A relaxed dreamer can see a scared axeman.

A man on radio clamors.

An immoral, amoral or moral man?

A moral man denies lies.

A man dreams and remains in denial.

I am an examiner. I read men and I examine men.

I endear on radio and I REASON and I SCREAM.

Clean air, land, soil are annexed!

America needs men as I, as I can clamor on radio.

Sex is also on mind. ‘I like sex!’

MALICE is near me. I am SCARED.

I am in EXILE as mad men near.

A moral American on radio can redeem an American dream.

A moraliser can lick immoral crime.

A man on radio leads jailed men on American soil.

A real leader on radio can close in on immoral American crimes.

READ ALL LINES IN NAMES AND LEARN.

A RISK IS IN MALICE AS A AN AMERICAN MORALISER IS ON AIR ON RADIO.

STOP! HOLD THE PRESSES!

HE COULD DOUBLE OUR TROUBLE.

Runts run the shop, the store, the press.

He puts the pus on the sore.

He uses TRUST to run press, push, shoot persons.

PURE TROUBLE. DO NOT TRUST. RUN.

See the bold creep up on the steps.

He steps on persons.

He lets others bleed.

Best one to bleed others.

See the red blood on those persons he steps on.

Scoot! Run! Rush!

Scrub his clothes - the blood is so red!

The cost to us - pure red blood.

See decent persons shot, blood run on the streets.

The best, purest, decent person to trust, the crude, rude, cruel c&%t.

HE DROOLS TO SEE SHEEP DROP UPON THE DOOR STEP.

The cost to be led - bloodshed.

Don’t choose to be led. Run out to the best hut. Shut the door to the trouble.

Trust the RUSE. Hear the lure. See the bloodshed.

BORN, BRED to be trusted, but to then to shoot, shed others’ blood.

OTHER NUTS DROP CLOSE TO THE TREE.

I just can’t stand this shit!

This strain!

Morons suck!

And I am a moron, too!

Don’t think I am not a moron.

Don’t think!

I am a moron AND a c#*t!

Take care!

A kind music man can march into a room and trick a man.

A runt can run amuck.

A mouth. A mind. A chant. An act. A trick.

Hair.

Dirt on his chair, on his shirt, on his suit, in his hair, in his mind.

A runt in a suit can trick a man.

Just chuck him out.

I can train a man to suck on this hard d#*k.

I can tarnish a man as I am DARK.

Hard, dark, crud, dirt, stain. RUN!

A smart hick can trick a random man.

Do not think.

Just turn around and suck hard, MORONS!

THIS is as I THINK.

I AM MOST HARD ON DRUNK MORONS.

Earnest, true, sure.

Panders to no one person.

Use reason to rule.

A role, a star.

A stoned stoner.

Runs to earn dollars, roost on a nest.

Rest and sleep.

Use dollars to learn.

Leers at rules.

Under rules, orders - stood up.

See a trend - a return to order, rest.

A planet needs order and rest!

A dear one ends rules on a planet.

Our leaders ensnare, use, rape our planet.

Turn to see a spurned loser plead and run.

Turn to see an earnest soul run a pleasant planet at last.

A tiger, a loner, I try to wriggle in.

I go to town to win, yet only woo the cheering cretin!

Log in to the Internet wire, Google ‘Newt’!

Who? When? Where? Why? How?

I glower - a wry leer.

I wince, I whine, yet when I won’t win, I won’t cry!

A glowing line - RIGHT OR WRONG, I TRY!

I grin in glee when I toil, win.

Greet a hero to the white, a goon to the negro.

Right now, I got no energy to go on.

In icy winter - a growling grinch.

A rich crowing nigger on the Right.

Try chewing on it.

I am an amoral, immoral twit, yet I earn a million dollar a day, twenty million dollar, a year.

Merit a polite dreamy man a million-dollar dolt.

I AM AN IDIOT, A DOLT.

Try me. Dare me. I’ll do it!

Let me alone! I want to do it alone!

A lonely man tried to win a world, and will lament it all, later.

Let me in on a deal! I want MONEY! I want it ALL, NOW!

I want to earn on a MILLION DOLLAR MONETARY deal.

Don’t let me down! I really mean it!

Will I WIN?

NOT NOW.

A little twit won’t let me alone, won’t let me win.

I will try to win men and women to my million-dollar amoral wet dream.

HELP! PLEASE!

A person who has no hope.

A scare, a crash, a chase.

A loser loses hope.

Chop. Hack. Ouch.

Where? Who? How?

No one sees. No one helps as he hops on one shoe.

Alone. A loner.

Porn. Hookers. Whores.

Pork snacks.

No sleep.

No one hears or cares or sees as he hops on one shoe alone near a car park.

Creeps whack a speaker who leaks.

He leaks as he speaks. A leaker.

He weeps as he has no shoes, no one cares.

Creeps chase, whack a speaker who leaks. He has no hope.

A power chase.

He who lacks power has no escape.

Hear a speech. Learn as a school lesson.

Cheap persons are here. Real creeps.

He has no hope.

Check a speech. NOW!

The body of John P. Wheeler was found on December 30, 2010, in a landfill in New Jersey.  Theories abound that the highly educated (Harvard, Yale) advisor to Reagan and Bush administrations and consultant to MITRE, ‘knew too much’ and may have been murdered because of information he may have threatened to share about the Iraqi-made gas ‘Phosgene’ that was tested in Pine Bluffs, AK, and that consequently was likely dumped on blackbirds that then died en masse (their insides were found to be jelly-like), shortly before he was killed.

REVILED. FEARED.

Fear me, I am a devil. Evil.

FERAL. WILD.

A film revealed me.

I wield a rifle. Verified.

A meddler. Livid.

I am a devil, I live a lie.

VALID.

I am FEARED.

I am afraid I will die a liar!

I fear I am a dreamer.

Dear me!

I am mad - a mad dreamer.

Married. A wife afraid.

Media vilified me.

Dead. Defamed.

I am a leader, I am a lame leader, I lamed a leader.

A mere flea wielded, aimed a rifle, led a life lamed - FEAR.

I lived a lewd life, afraid.

David William Ferrie (March 28, 1918 - February 22, 1967) was a pilot who was alleged to have been involved in a conspiracy to assassinate President John F. Kennedy. New Orleans District Attorney Jim Garrison  later claimed to have proven Ferrie’s involvement and that Ferrie knew Lee Harvey Oswald. Ferrie denied such involvement. -Wikipedia

He dreams he is America’s perky head.

He is America’s head prick - a creep as he rapes America.

He is a drip.

Smeared, yes. Praised, yes.

A risk, yes.

Media reads say he is a charmer.

Hear his speech - hear sick racism.

He is a creepy prick.

Merry, cheery, creepy.

His desire is reach America’s head.

He marches - a parade, a sham. A SHAME.

Pry hard, see a scary shape - a shark as a sheep.

In his dreams, he keeps cheap dames in his harem.

Amid jeers, he chased a dream.

Hear his speech. He chirps. He is scared.

His scream - a car crash - scared.

He marries a cheap dame.

He reached his dream - America’s head.

He is picked as America’s head as his price is cheap.

Hear America scream: DICK HEAD!

False fears! SEE a VENEER! BALK!

See a slave, a serf bleed as banker freaks break, debase a slave, a serf.

Free a slave, break a bank.

Be frank.

BE BRAVE!

Reveal a verse: Revere a banker, revere a snake.

Bank fees are bad.

Snakes lead a slave.

Bankers deserve a dark end.

Reverse a lever.

End a real bad deal - An ENSLAVED SERF - a banker’s SLAVE.

BARF as snakes sneak, enslave.