Now, let’s pull out those damned measures, get those folding rulers! – let’s count! and let’s just not forget, that in this time we measure in „Feet”: – Let’s see whose weapons are longer, who licks, and bends over the tighter for the title: and tunes the unreal to look more realistic! We're in the finish line! Well-well the secret pockets are being emptied now: the scale beam whimes as it tilts: – but which direction? from left to right, from right to left, shall we balance it? in the middle? no way! that’s not an option! – Biden, or Trump? – Trump or Biden? – Republican, or the Democrat, who’s the stinkiest meat now in the burger? Who will succeed to climb back potentially from the flaccidity? To drive sluggishly proud patriotes wild? Who is the more convincing nationalist? Whose camp is bigger? whose Trumpet is louder? Who rants on the swing better for the teasing „comfort” of the Presidential table? Cause The pot is now the matter! the stimulating whip of their perversion: – their tuned erection’s desired „pagina” which is not the Viagra, and not even the self-sacrifice: down to meat n’ blood, but rather... a proud-proud, but limpy anchor’s – power slam on the map – , in the brainwasher water of the North Atlantic Ocean... ... which is scanned thereabouts by the cheerleaders: A-me-rica! A-me-rica! (Let’s go!) 1103 2020 L’ambrus