Can we talk? Crazy Joe and ScKamala ignore Grasshopper

Flower of the day, overdue piana, and an imaginary talk to the big guy messing up all the traffic in my tiny town by staying nearby, scaring the homeless

I just hope I can live up to that glorious entitlement, such titular aspirations…

Hello my dear friends, welcome to a short post from KGRaS with residual musings and today's flower du jour, above, what a glorious gem.

Oh and let me just get this out of the way.

These dudes ain't in the same room, I'll tell you why I was able to say it definitely, can you guess?

This is from every YouTube I watch starts with these bozoes the clowns crying for every contribution really matters

I mean, the dead dude does this thing of putting his hand to his right , as if to motion at the other guy, who ain't actually there in the same room.

But the giveaway is the different backgrounds, not painted the same colours as their crappy revolutions.

Joe is in a room w white painted trim and woodwork. The other guy, likely on his forth term, is in a tan room, w clearly a different colour, not white, Painted on the wooden panel wall. it’s like they wanted the walls to match their crappy skin tones… ah, i digress. These dudes need to eat more damm avocadice…

There, I deconstructed their damm crappy theatre for you. No charge.

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Now if I could talk to Joe, would he hear me? Can his ears still function or did his earballs fall out?

What would you say?

What would I say, with his very short attention span?

Joe, maybe you’ll enjoy some piana , you and scKamala` can dance the fandango…

i recorded the first few in the middle of the night, with ghosts meandering

The spiderweb is evidence of the presence of the spider…

Song for Horace, above. sometimes youtube wants to screw me outta your views, don’t let them, try it thrice if you need, it is there, it will eventually reveal…

who is the HeGeMon?, above…what i could muster of it…

FEOR, face each other reckoning…above

and the last song from the middle of the night efforts…

Baby’s Gone, above

the warm up from the next day…or maybe the night before, they got mixed up now

Puerto Rico, above, for them dancin shoes

i got back on the piana a couple over the next few , and got these two from the Rule of Freedom, the

Rule Chant perchance, above, and

the Oshira 1 after the a Capella 1 above, i struggled through, if only i could just play piana all the time and not have to work for a living…then i could play all of my piana repertoire on demand from being in better state of more or less practiced…ah, dreaming again…

finale, Gary’s Song, above

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Joe, do you know? They call you genocide Joe. Jenna is on your side, the Jennaside, these folks you killin gonna haunt you the rest of your lifetimes, you know when they say about dead folks like you nearly is, rest in peace, this ain’t somethin you gonna get to do if you keep facilitatin this damm warmongering in Little Russia, which used to be Ukraine until Joe and Hunter ruled them like worthless viceroys and Joe, they gave you the colour coup in newkraine, so you could destroy that damm state, you did a great job a that Joe, would you like a lollipop?

Joe, you have to stop the warmongering, there won’t be a credit card state left for your son to hide out in, you’ll have not enough cardboard boxes for all these folks you’ve left destitute to sleep upon.

Joe, you’re destroying scAmerica.

Joe, you’re having a nightmare.

ScKamala, if you wake him up, he gonna push the button thinkin tis an alarm, but it might be the other button, he shouldn’t have no way to finger that damm thing, nor you neither , scKamala, can we get a regime change in the home of the Regime Change, burger Coup King, have it your way, flame broiled, spit fired, greasy like Gavin’s hair, all that damm cheap fat fryin off the meat, Joe, just take your hand off the hamburger and we’ll salvage what is left of your fingers you ate a few of them but i think the pinkie is gonna be okay…

yes, i mixed politics and foodie-ism, my bad, report me to Martha wang Stewart

i hoped there was something in this post that moved you to laugh, what else is there to do? cry? either way to get those tears flowing, change your perspective.

Blessings