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Ham Sandwich of Hate

Ham Sandwich of Hate

 

It’s really tedious having to explain the bleeding obvious. This Ham Sandwich Hate guy the teenage boys are all into.

I don’t want to.

I really can’t be arsed pointing out the bleeding obvious.

It’s not the job of poetry.

There are beautiful things to talk about.

Human dignity.

People helping their fellow kind & the planet.

I’m sick of having waste my breathe on fuckwits.

 

Basically,

The new ‘Cambridge Analyticas’ fake news sent to kids via fixed algorithms & paid ads,

All financed by Right Wing Think Tanks

Paid for by Criminal Billionaires, with the politicians in their pockets.

 

(No offence, but no one gets that rich without killing & raping a lot of people, peoples & land. Just the facts.)

The point being to divide us all along race, class, gender etc.

Divide & Rule – like the British in India.

 

Are people that thick that they think the internet is organic?

Fuck, I’m gobsmacked at people’s short memories,

inability to think unless instructed by the circus ringleader as to what is the so called ‘Issue of the day.’

To everything else they are amnesic.

Idiots on panel shows on ‘both sides’ (a CON) more worried about their careers than clarifying how medias work.

 

And where are the schools’ leadership, the Australian Curriculum & the bloody parents on this?

Heads in the polluted sand.

 

Stuff off.

Unless you’re about LOVE,

You can bugger off or just stick with your usual jacking off.

 

I’m going out

Side.

 

©Malachi Doyle 2023.


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