This day's latest slaughter of brothers and sisters by ISIS leaves me weak. What planet am I on? The sea runs red with blood . . .
Meanwhile in our USA, something from Buzzfeed caught my attention. Armando Perez, A.K.A. Pitbull (my fandom is adolescent-like crystal clear in this blog) is being recruited by the Republicans!
Ah, Armando . . .
But as quoted in that Buzzy piece, he is not so easily signed on to political gang membership:"I’m not here to be part of any political party,” Pitbull said in a statement. “I’m here to bring political parties to my party because they can’t, they won’t they never will, stop the Pitbull party, Dale!”
Dale indeed, darling.
I am thinking La Casa Blanca for Pitbull himself. At least, the Party party would go on, refusing to bow to sadistic, pleasure hating a-holes who slaughter by the sea for Sunday fun. Can't touch this/us?
The split-mind continues, considering all that, and I shall carry on: Composition classes to enjoy manana and the weird escapism of Downton Abbey tonight.
Yes, carry on.
Kisses & DALE -
Joyce
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