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My New Political Digital Art Piece: “Make Stalinists Cry”

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I’m no fan of this type ‘art’ at all.  Message art is beyond ridiculous to me.  However, if you want to ridicule these dumb, leftist bastards, it’s a good thing to make fun of their idiot heroes, (most who were murderous psychopaths).

So, here’s the message:  The Cheshire cat is always grinning mischievously.  He smiles as he scratches 🙂  That’s how you have to play with the Commie Liberals: Be nice, then lower the boom when they least expect it.  When you capture the finesse on how to make a Stalinst cry, the spotlight is on you, people will be drawn to your expertise.   Every blow you deal these treacherous pigs will bring bitter tears.  At any rate, that is what the election of Trump was all about: Taking this country back and making Commie Liberals cry–it is their time for punishment.  The cat is on Stalin’s head, where his mind is:  Get inside the Commie head to fight the radical enemy–expose their deeds and bring them pain.  It’s past time Commie Liberals cry.  Smile as you give them pain with doses of truth.

  • A possible origin of the phrase is one favoured by the people of Cheshire, a county in England which boasts numerous dairy farms; hence the cats grin because of the abundance of milk and cream. (Trump is our milk and cream, and we must keep his feet to the fire)

Fairy Heaven

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“Fairy Heaven”, P. AsheDina, TMJ – 2015.

So, this has not been the best week for me.  I am having to deal with a very immature person who does not think he/she is childish. 

Speaking of children… At times I really crave being a kid again, when the world was sane.  When militant blacks were not murdering whites. When young teenage girls didn’t get pregnant.  When gays went about their way and didn’t demand worship of their sexual ways.  Those were the days, my friend.  Just a normal (or at least half-way normal) country.  When our doors did not have to be locked.  When we played outside without being afraid that our children would be kidnapped.  When kids went to school and learned math, writing, English and American history–not anus-hunting or vagina monologues.  When fairy meant a little winged creature and not a weird pervert.

That’s my lament for the week.  Hopefully, things will turn around for me this week.  I am singing tomorrow for a 93 year old WW2 Veteran.  I will sing to him WW2 songs and hopefully bring back some memories for this great man.  I’ll tell ya’all about it Tuesday.

“Those were the Days”, 1968: