They are approaching sir, he looks at the sat nav. Don’t worry son, they can’t touch us here, were off their range of power. Back to dinner, the choppers keep on coming, another interruption. They must have someone new at the controls, don’t worry I’ll chat with them, he looks at the radar reading. Non stop 24/7, we will get to you, its like one of those adds you see on TV, we deliver. Imagine its booze off the Carolina’s 1920’s, prohibition, transfer the time to 2020’s, and its legal, what can they do. Captain Aaron has an international as they say, marked from the start, his Holy Connections don’t have a limit on their jurisdiction, the first cigar is a center, a movie scene, there she blows, like a whale into the deep.
One line of code in the constitution would have made it safer for all sides, and a better outcome for all, apart from the lawyers, who feed on those details, as that great eagle used to sing, was it Bea Henley, Paddy, or Don Henley, could they golf as well, amen. One line in the code, one simple line, Solomon wrote it years ago, the cost of a referendum, maybe other questions need to be asked as well.
Grandpa is watching the dancers on TV. In our time they wore clothes he says, well, he is smiling. The heat from the lights makes them sweat, they can’t wear anything heavy. Granpa laughs, I was only joking. It was different then. Now there are..he stops, the pain killers he is on, he wished he had them when in the trenches, the moaning.
The rules are there to guide us, not control us, amen.
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