RED PILL PHILL‘s epic debut (and loovely Mancunian accent) at 4:07
2017: these SJW’s and deviant freaks have aged like a bottle of five-dollar whine . . .
2017: these SJW’s and deviant freaks have aged like a bottle of five-dollar whine . . .
Study JONESTOWN.
Study the microcosm:
same old socialist
tyrant on the loudspeaker:
revolutionary compound,
demon king enthroned
in his pavilion;
feudal lord
having his way
with all his nubile daughters . . .
the inner circle
with the automatic weapons.
Jim Jones
was a star.
No Little Richard, he . . .
no wannabe white nights
of James Browns . . .
away with your Elvises
your Supremes;
lightweight crooners all:
mere Marilyn Mansons.
But Reverend Jones
played the REAL funk,
the TRUE Soul music.
There is earth,
there is wind,
and sometimes
fire.
But Jonestown LIVE—
that was a show, brothers and sisters.
When Reverend Jones was at the mike
it was serious as hell.
(Father knows best.)
Drink up, brothers and sisters:
it’s closing time.
I am very concerned about the current mental-health crisis here in the United States.