The Rub

There's no wound as deep as ours that the big joke has the chutzpah to rub it with salt bare-faced among nations. Our country cannot do it alone. IT is a funny thing. It lures the boldest, thick-skinned of them all to come out in the open. Porn is all over the net. Thieving and lying the siblings that go together are recorded in the net. Still the acts thrive on. As if, these are really condemnable acts but the actors tagging the global community heart plead not to condemn them. What gall, what brave souls we've got. Only the devil can act it like it is. IT is cruel but the jokes, the hypocrites, the tiger riders, do not mind at all. As long as the green bucks pour in and the people are cowed into submission, they would have their infamous names listed globally. There's no more shame. It's only the faces but we do not own those faces. It is the President's voice but it is not the President speaking. It's the bogus one. He, he. I mean, the evil one.