MONDAY AUGUST 5, 2019
The DOW had been down nearly a THOUSAND points today following the WORST WEEK the market has had since the CHRISTMAS EVE SLUMP, but it ended at the day at 25,717.74 –– nearly 200 pontss off its low.
I'm sure the baleful black hearts of the DemonRats and the purblind, hidebound, pusillanimous RINO'S too are BEATING HIGH with JOY at the sudden REVERSAL of FORTUNE we're experiencing after last week's serious plunge in the stock market and the hideous MASS KILLINGS in California at the Gilroy Garlic Festival, and thereafter in El Paso, Texas, and Dayton, Ohio.
Leftist bastards THRIVE on violence, misery, poverty, disease, tragedy failure, and deprivation. HORROR is meat and drink to the LEFT. That's why they do everythng they can to FOMENT DISASTER.
It will be "interesting" to see IF, WHEN and HOW President Trump manages to weather this latest storm, and bring the nation back on course.
IF the Forces of Darkness manage to WIN, our Representative Republic will soon find herself cast onto the Slag Heap of History, and we will quickly go the way of the other once-great civilizations who rose, fell and became extinct long before Magna Carta.
The LEFT seems DETERMINED to bring the Civilized World into a net-barbaric, post-Modern version of the DARK AGES.
It still remains to be seen if they will succeed, but IF they do, I hope they fully ENJOY the bitter, poisonous fruits of their long, arduous, hate-based, wholly-destructive campaign.
______ OZYMANDIAS _______
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
