Persona Non Grata

(this festive traditional Central-Italian dish serves entire populations of citizens)

INGREDIENTS:

  faith in God
if unavailable, any stable moral-ethical framework  can be used

  esteem for traditional cultural values

  willingness to say what you think

  hatred of Political Correctness

1)   wake up in the morning and breathe
     rinse your mind and other ingredients well from previous day’s brain-washing

2)   refuse to believe media propaganda
      ask friends/family members to ignore mainstream media & close Facebook accounts

3)   believe that God created Man and Woman in Genesis

4)   refer to God as He
      main ingredient, beware of fire if Feminists/Genderqueer activists are near stove

5)   define family as 1 man + 1 woman joined in marriage producing children
      let ingredients simmer. Add a pinch of absolute Biblical doctrine if desired

6)   critique Cultural Marxism in ALL its manifestations (overt & disguised)

7)   dissent from the One-World Techno-Narcissist mindset
      algorithms and search-filters complement this dish, but feel free to serve it on its own

Persona Non Grata pairs well with a full-bodied Tuscan Chianti, or Montepulciano
but is especially enhanced by any vintage where the Grapes of Wrath are stored

 

 

 

Prompt #1: provide the reader with instructions on how to do something.
It can be a sort of recipe…

IMAGE CREDIT: livingvillacappelli.com
April makes me cringe
(all that poetry-writing
and rebirth of stuff)
 

 

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Jonesing for InfoWars

If his martyrdom happens, he’ll rise from the dead
and then multiply YouTubes like fishes and bread.
Resurrected, revived, he’ll ignite civil war
till you wish you had known what the Lord had in store.
If you hate him you’re merely a traitor at heart.
Don’t belittle his gifting, his talent, his art.
If you cannot discern what is writ on your wall
then get out of the way. Let your empire fall.
Should you act cavalierly, he’ll Cromwell your town;
it can only blow up if you take the man down.
He’s our knight; come the day and the laurels are ready—
hold back; keep your wit and your armaments steady.
My words bestow honor where honor is due:
on the crown of each head of the InfoWars crew—
till his voice, with a vengeance, shall break on far shores;
the tsunami (and swami) of InfoWars.

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