Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Lou Thesz Press
I’ve lost track of the seasons. The Mexicans on the roof tread in tar and traditionalism. My personal battle with the King and his monarchy has left me at a standstill emotionally. As I rush to catch up, un-typed pages fly in circles. I am surrounded by waste. Verbal and egotistical frames fly by at a fast blurry pace.
Unsure of what I am chasing, my energy has dispensed in a slave-like manor, only the chains are invisible. Strapped up and chained together like cattle awaiting the dance.
My, change the world flame is now down to a flicker. Oxygen is escaping quickly. While the nation rejoiced at a three cent drop in gas, old America reignited an old beef with Russia. This time around Russia is so disheveled in regards to its states; I suppose the US sees its opening for cheap shots. Provoking Russia is another tactic of throwing dirt in the Obama Campaign. Just more mess to deal with. The next four years might show change, might not. The two-headed dragon never changes, just the faces.
Billionaire Media Mogul Vladimir Putin bit the bait before we even put it out there. The Bush Regime is quite content on being the bully in the schoolyard. Lose one fight, start another and try to save face. The Olympics act as a prelude to chaos. To the unborn, I say; “close your eyes,” others already here, act accordingly.

Sincerely,

Jackson Steele

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