Bring in the GRAND, scratch that millions of dollars per episode mind control masters about, nothing

The rat-ings dropping are off the hook! The masses are quite stupid to be entertained by superior minds of mindless inter-log and script-less plots of insanity and phobias. Of which, has not to this day represented anyone I've ever met. I do get impression's of a Woody Allen type genre humor with the pretense of innocence awaiting his daughter to grow up.

We're up to our ears in mind control, neaner neaner neaner. And it didn't cost US a sense. We may have been hood-winked and robbed into tomorrow and have now been compromised of our technology we fought and buy the fucking weigh paid fore. Guess what, we were never that fucking gullible. But you believed we are. How much does that cost? As usual, they have a special price for their favorite customer.

Even springer knew when he rhode a dead horse too long. It was weigh past what the decent lived and discerned.