As I watched as the mob took over my country decades ago, selling white as black and black as white, as many bought the lies....I could not believe my eyes.....cashflow floods becoming king in a feudal state run by thugs......sense and logic disappearing, leaving me in amazement.
So, when it happened, Quayle did it......no right, no wrong, just cash-flow floods drowning any who could not speak or pay cash-flow floods crushing life.
I escaped. I escaped into nature's secrets far from the obvious...until they found me and painted me black, listed.
As long as i spoke cash, they would listen...claiming to own God, too.
Finally, we arrived in Iowa and my husband pushed me out the door to go to an Iowa Caucus.....where farmers stand on either side of the barn to vote. I stood up and I spoke out as loud and as hard as I could to help to change the course of history...for my children.
So, when it happened, Quayle did it......no right, no wrong, just cash-flow floods drowning any who could not speak or pay cash-flow floods crushing life.
I escaped. I escaped into nature's secrets far from the obvious...until they found me and painted me black, listed.
As long as i spoke cash, they would listen...claiming to own God, too.
Finally, we arrived in Iowa and my husband pushed me out the door to go to an Iowa Caucus.....where farmers stand on either side of the barn to vote. I stood up and I spoke out as loud and as hard as I could to help to change the course of history...for my children.