Eaten by Ouroboros and Buggered by Cthulhu, in a Wal-Mart Wonder

Well, it's official, Bruce Springsteen has gone over to the other side. His brain now has the consistency of a Ding Dong or some kind of Sarah Lee composition. There's no predicting anything anymore. I guess I won't be singing “Thunder Road” again any time soon. How does anyone with a lick of intelligence support a psychopath like Obama? How can anyone not know that the government of The United States of America is corrupt on both sides of the surfboard and neck deep in 9/11, under the Satanic guidance system of their Israeli, hobnailed bootmasters? Bruce you have seriously disappointed me (and the reader can spare me any bullshit justification raps on this score). You're headed to Bono Country and that is not a good place. Maybe he and The Edge can cut you in on some of their pricey LA real estate ventures, then you can all head down to Little Georgie Bush's house, for a little commando, James Gannon, S&M party hearty fest; pink tutu's on a skateboard all around. You go girls! Mr. Visible's heart is broken. Nah, I'm past that with celebrities and some of them still have class; some of them. I'm hoping I still retain some measure of it when I become the celebrity that The Man on the Beach told me I was; “You're a celebrity here, you know”?