Mac-Liing, the hero of the Kalinga Northern Cordilleras said once, "Who owns the land? No one owns the land. How can you own a piece of land that will outlive you?"
So in the land of Trumpalala, the land is now being touted as his and so he can build a fence around it in order to drive away anyone who wants to taste the milk and honey. Because the Brewers didn't want the wall because it is too medieval, too constricting, too anti-human right of people to move wherever they want to move on this planet Earth, the head of Trumpalala became very angry and shut down the Trumpalala to force the Brewers to capitulate to his wishes. Meanwhile the people of Trumpalala are agonizing where and how to pay their credit cards, to sustain their existence while the head is twisting and writhing in anger over the Brewers' moves.
Unfortunately, no one has bothered to subject him to psychological scrutiny as he exhibits every ounce as an adult child, still having space to grow up and mature as an individual in a socially-conscious land, if ever.
And so he rants, he screams, he shouts, and he hurls invectives whenever he does not get what he wants. Continually, the people stare at him in great consternation. But what can they do? He is surrounded by rules that uphold him as the elected head of Trumpalala.
How did he assume the post? Oh, another friend of his in Tschaikovsky's country, had given a broad support so that the techies led by a misogynist Huliano Asarlala who has perfected the art of manipulating the internet thereby deceiving the readers to make the candidate now head of Trumpalala appear as the best candidate to be voted for. Who is this friend? Putlalala, who else? What did Asarlala do? He stole the emails of Hi There Rodh, the pant-suited-opponent and dumped them in the internet to bring her image down.
My friends, let us just sing our songs of Tralala until Bobbie Rabbi Bop the Diviner is able to come up with a credible report showing the blueprint of the campaign period and how Putlalala and his tentacles were used (actually until now he exerts efforts to cover the Americas because Superman is currently incapacitated and has gone back to Krypton, his home planet) to hocus-pocus the 2016 year of the Monkey - monkeying around with the ballots.
Jaran, jarararan, tralalala trala. Use your own melodies folks although I suggest you listen to some Russian folk tunes that have repetitive melodies.
Notes: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dante_and_Virgil
Dante and Virgil is an 1850 oil on canvas painting by William-Adolphe Bouguereau. It is presently on display at the Musée d'Orsayin Paris.[1] The painting depicts Dante and Virgil looking on as two damned souls are entwined in combat. One of the souls is an alchemist and heretic named Capocchio. In this depiction Capocchio is being bitten on the neck by Gianni Schicchi who had used fraud to claim another man's inheritance.[1]
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