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The Educated

The Educated

(In absentia-just flush another toilet)

When we have a lack of
Education,
We have a
Lack of words.

There’s a lack of
Historical perspective,
We lose
Our place
In the embrace
Of history and time

We have a lack of
Societal norms—
Abnormal behavior becomes
Normal.

Hateful idioms become language—
Hateful idiots become prophets—
Hateful thoughts become reality—
Hateful influencers become millionaires—
Hateful Mamdani-idiots
(misapplied intellectualism, a pseudo scholar dressed in dogmatic ideologies acceptable to marxist society) (Bark Bark – Feed Me)
Are elected to high office—
And they try to…
Rewrite the dictionary.

When we have a lack…
Violence becomes a voice.
Terrorism becomes truth.
Dipshits (pardon my vernacular, charlatans) become leaders.

The throne?
A toilet—with a government-funded flush.
Swine?
Magically rebranded as epicurean.
And You?
Just another follower, grateful for crumbs.

Or…
Just another free flush.

Wise up, ya educated Dipshits
(midwestern wit—or just my brother talkin’ at the bar).

The Uneducated.
A national tragedy.
A cultural collapse

to premedieval camels.

When we have a lack
Of truthful articulation
and honest discourse—

Collapse isn’t coming…
It’s here!

It’s an equation:

Illiteracy… Instability…Correlates…Collapse
See the math.
Just Truth.

Fight…Fight…Fight for it.
Education and
Literacy.

Don’t retire,
You teachers.
Don’t leave us.

We need your wisdom,
Your experience,
Your humility,
Your humanity.

Just…
You.

Those young’un’s need you—
They’re lost without you.

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