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Indeed, for those looking for those “serious issues” that make the week to berate me for although covering not covering with appropriate “Deep Gov’ment” XXL conspiracy dungaree…

Females still astonishingly *not* dropping in to Moose’s text based Gorean bondage ManOChat chatroom to be subservient no matter how many authoritative Army, Navy, Marine and occasional astronaut sockpuppet veterans join Tim n’ Buck too.

This not the ManO utopia the alt-right had promised, some have already had doubts and thoughts of throwing Orange savior chap under wheels of his orange bus as it banishes Chinese climate change hoax doing a mile or so per taxpayer gallon rolling endlessly up and down his orange brick road policing American taxpayer-paid wall—or “cheap Don deal fence”—while those unpatriotic American celebs with too much success, money and more than the 3 following patriotic ManOChat bondage and discipline chatroom on Twitter party in Cancún out of the way of eagle eyed chap with spyglass looking for nipple slip.

Perhaps it could still be believably claimed a mistake and “he’s a rotter too” before it’s too late and before the rest of the world conclude it was desperation due to a 21st Century version of Medieval ergot poisoning which must have occurred and that they elected a President before episode of Walking Dead had finished while disbelief was still suspended:

Trump-teleprompt: making him sound just like all the others (thisisnocave.blogspot.co.uk).

Etc., etc., but, as with all with The Orange Don, it’s a big orange butt, gone were the days of populist ad-lib and he buckled down and read it all from the teleprompter, basically reading “God bless America” lines wrote for him by a party perhaps reigning him in rather than visa versa. Could it be the “anti-establishment, non-politician” demonstrating that when in position it’s inevitable you become the very establishment your ticket was to cast out.

And meanwhile, in an ever increasingly shrinking Britain on the other side of the Atlantic Pond the Opposition to those perceiving our—well, *their*—best hope to sit behind The Orange Don to try catch any trade Brexit orange bricks his rump might drop are content to let them do so.

Foir the measure of the fight they think they can win involves fighting amongst themself and plotting against the blasphemous un-Blairite old Trot who thinks he can lead them—and who is rather old and perhaps could, yes, be beat, by someone, someone yet to be decided:

Labour soft coup and pocket wads bangbus (thisisnocave.blogspot.co.uk).

Which might be labelled somewhat “dark arts and occultly woolly” at best dark arts, but any Blairite pagan worship in woodland grove—although perhaps one out back of a middle class cul-de-sac—needs to be funded, and those candles and faux-hair goat masks are not cheap and yes, that’s the squealing sound of the racing donor bangbus pulling up showing, that just as in America, nothing actually changes no matter which class or ideology of plonker, populist or otherwise you elect in.

A digest that through the quirky deconstruction of latest stories aims to show that a lot of media “opinion” is actually just “agenda” or “opportunity” and why philosophy is useful in everyday life in defining—for and by yourself—the difference between what ancient Greeks like Plato defined as episteme (knowledge) and doxa (belief), and not just idealistic training to pack Fyffes bananas. Think a bumper bonanza of those cultural, political and just down right hypothetical you don’t really read in Latest Picks.

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