The Crossed Pond

What can a day be without a night, and what can a night be without the day? A dark night! How closely and beautifully someone has created the spaces which exist between nature’s life’s puzzles, and between the night and the day, a woman and a man! The same power that exists between the night and the day exists between the woman and the man. The day possesses the power like a man, the night possesses the power like a woman. The beautiful, powerful night’s power, behind daylight power, is revolving the world around. The quiet night is covered with the dew and with the many streams, creeks and rivers, waiting for the daypower’s warm touches_ of love. It’s waiting not for more, and not for less. It is waiting just for the day’s power. So is a woman, waiting, the same as the night, with the streams, creeks and rivers, her warm blood vessels overflowed; her lips, eyes, heart and mind are covered with the warm dew, waiting for manpower’s love. She’s waiting, not for more and not for less, just for manpower, but not for the one which will conceal her own power.

Oh, there’s more. Much, much more. More, I daresay, than you can easily shake a stick at. So much more that you will gape, slack-jawed, at just how much more there is. That much more. Doubt it not; this is Radenko Fanuka of whom we speak.

Heed his powerful words, Democrats. It is not too late to turn aside from the dark path of Obama, and embrace the light that is Hillary. Or…um…something to that effect, but not quite so overtly racist. Yes. That was what I meant.