The Nepalese Royal Massacre
What happened?
Who is involved?
Where did it take place?
When did it take place?
Why did that happen?
How did it happen?
Do we have any heuristic-approach to live in a symbiotic-relationship with these goblins? Hope my pidgin-like primal screams of classlessness and social-and-otherwise justice in terms of these syntax-error-riddled UnEnglish Blog posts would make a wee bit of a difference . . . .
How'd be possible prempt such calamitous recurrences and deep-rooted, deep-seated labyrinth-like conspiracies that might happen to the regal remnants of royal families around the world This couldn't be ruled-out, right? -- something that tilts the seesaw of political corridors into darker and sinister shade. The unimpeachable Saviors -- The Blessed Clans of Political Messiahs masquerading in blue–collar dungarees with their characteristic tortoiseshelled spectacles -- Men and Women hiding-in-plain-sight -- Self-effacing -- Scrupulous and incorruptible integrity -- Robust and resilient -- Towering, immaculate personalities -- great leaders who lead by example. Ideal Woo/men with perfect ideologies -- Agony Aunts and Father figures -- who intervene and invoke their divine, occult Nuke powers to rescue us we're in distress -- when we're in imminent and present danger. The most perfect members of our distinguised citizenry -- The Ivory-Towered Crown Princesses of our Telly Talk Shows -- Messiahs, saviors, an intelgensia of true visionaries with irrecovable belief in unprecetended political avant-gardism with indomitable courage to change our future. To redeem our wretched souls from the verge of moral anarchies and abrupt political nervousbreakdowns. We bow down to thee.
Steadfast, unfaltering adherence and belief in democracy and secularism -- Who's Who of our present century who decide the tyrsts of our destinies and who're unconditionally and proactively working orthographically-speaking: twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week and often skipping brunches -- and IF we'd pardon the henious and unforgivable but judicially unproven -- purported mortal sins -- inadvertently committed by paparazzi i.e. poster girls and boys of heavyweight -- flagships: In a nutshell: Quake-Proof Media Houses; And IF we'd give 'em the benefit of the doubt: To Be Continued . . . .
What happened?
Who is involved?
Where did it take place?
When did it take place?
Why did that happen?
How did it happen?
Do we have any heuristic-approach to live in a symbiotic-relationship with these goblins? Hope my pidgin-like primal screams of classlessness and social-and-otherwise justice in terms of these syntax-error-riddled UnEnglish Blog posts would make a wee bit of a difference . . . .
How'd be possible prempt such calamitous recurrences and deep-rooted, deep-seated labyrinth-like conspiracies that might happen to the regal remnants of royal families around the world This couldn't be ruled-out, right? -- something that tilts the seesaw of political corridors into darker and sinister shade. The unimpeachable Saviors -- The Blessed Clans of Political Messiahs masquerading in blue–collar dungarees with their characteristic tortoiseshelled spectacles -- Men and Women hiding-in-plain-sight -- Self-effacing -- Scrupulous and incorruptible integrity -- Robust and resilient -- Towering, immaculate personalities -- great leaders who lead by example. Ideal Woo/men with perfect ideologies -- Agony Aunts and Father figures -- who intervene and invoke their divine, occult Nuke powers to rescue us we're in distress -- when we're in imminent and present danger. The most perfect members of our distinguised citizenry -- The Ivory-Towered Crown Princesses of our Telly Talk Shows -- Messiahs, saviors, an intelgensia of true visionaries with irrecovable belief in unprecetended political avant-gardism with indomitable courage to change our future. To redeem our wretched souls from the verge of moral anarchies and abrupt political nervousbreakdowns. We bow down to thee.
Steadfast, unfaltering adherence and belief in democracy and secularism -- Who's Who of our present century who decide the tyrsts of our destinies and who're unconditionally and proactively working orthographically-speaking: twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week and often skipping brunches -- and IF we'd pardon the henious and unforgivable but judicially unproven -- purported mortal sins -- inadvertently committed by paparazzi i.e. poster girls and boys of heavyweight -- flagships: In a nutshell: Quake-Proof Media Houses; And IF we'd give 'em the benefit of the doubt: To Be Continued . . . .
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