Green Stain

On earth, on air, on the walls, on the cars…things are redolent of propaganda. I turn on the TV and see the soccer commentator on air propagating politics and then I say what do you have to do with all this you apple polisher? And then he says we feel a green presence of millions of patriots. I turn off the TV and supplicate hatred and vengeance upon thee, thou hairy ape and you all the ever complaining philistines, scions of the mob. What you deserve is not democracy that you seek on this path, but lumps of filth, dirt, and shit.