Winning Must Be The Ultimate Goal, Nobody Remembers the Losers
They were wrong. Living by Republican ideals, I outlasted them. I ran those socialists off their "benefit everyone gardens" and took the food myself. Exposure, starvation, disease, they deserved no protection from any of it. I put a stop to their Democratic cooperation and defeated them. I won, I'm the last person on Earth...
Labels: 55, 55 Flash Fiction Friday, Evil Incarnate, Fight, Future, Gratitude, Justice, Political
posted by Charles @ 12:01 AM
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sometimes I wonder whether the goal to be remembered is any goal after all or not...
hey!
Many Happy Returns of the day Charles. Love you mon ami! (((HUGS)))
You have been so long lost.. and now as I view situation in my country, I understand the sarcasm of this post. I wish I could get your permission to carry it elsewhere to show it to my countrymen.
Happy Birthday Charles
06/02/ 2020
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