Old School

Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. Buddha

My My My.

As The World Turns.

Drama & Debochtury Dripping Off The Hallowed Corporate Walls.

Seemingly, Da 'Fox' Out Da Hen House.

Careers.

Shattered.

Mirrors In Complete Dis Array.

Dressing Room Doors Painted Over.

Better Look Both Ways Before Crossing That Busy Street.

Oh Da Hell No. Say It Ain't So.

Oh Yeah. It So Da Hell So.

What's The Problem, They Ask?

Like This My Friend.

The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fall.

Sexual Harrasment.

This Delineation Even Sounds Nasty.

Money & Power Crumble To The Ground Like So Much Nafarious Dirty Dust Off The Walls Of The Seediest Motel In Town.

On Da Ground. Down For The Count.

Family Names Forever Shamed.

All For That Forbidden Jiggle Jiggle Shake Shake.

Now Don't You Cry, You Filthy, Slanted, Deviant, Perverts.

Bill O'Reilly & Roger Ailes.

Honestly.

Two Very Old Men In Hot Pursuit Of Young Beautiful Tail.

Intervionus Viagra Pumping Through Their Ancient Viens At Multiple Mach Speed.

Are These Way Over Mature Perverts Married As Well?

Either Way A Disgusting Revelation On Every Level.

Yeah. I Know Mr. O'Reilly.

Being Oh So Exposed Up There In The Public Eye Leaves One Open To All Kinds
Of Personal Assaults.

In Your Case
Going As Far Back As The Year 2004.

Clearly Exibiting To The Entire Universe Both Sides Of Your Multiple Face.

Nigga Paleeze.

In Essence Mr. O'Reilly, You Have Forever Disgraced Your Family Name.

Embarrassed Your Wife & Children To The Point Of Not Wanting To Even Venture Out Of The House.

Just Rumar & Innuendo?

In Regards To The 'Public Eye' Exposure That You Blame For Your Hiddious, Dispicable, Deviant, Perverted Behaivor.

Seemingly.

Somehow.

The Likes
Of
General/President Dwight David Eisenhower. Senator Rand Paul. Journalist James Rosen. Journalist Brett Bair. Journalist Sean Hannity. Journalist Chris Matthews.

On & On & On.

Have Somehow Managed Keeping Their Genatalia Confined To Their Pants.

I Do Not Even For The Very Life Of Me Understand, Nor Do I Comprehend The Act Of 'Sexual Harassment'.

But Then Again, I'm Not A Dog.

And.

I Am Quite Sure That The Beautiful Young Women You Both Uncontrollably Drueled On, Could Not Wait To See Your Old, Fat, Flabby, Wrinkly, Filthy, Nasty Bodies In The Naked Flesh.

But Then Again, I Have Never Hit On a Woman In My Entire Life. They Scare Me.
That Said. Females Are Forever Coming On To Me.

I'm Talking Young Beautiful Women Exposing, Then Placing Their At Times Very Ample Breasts In My Grill At Bus Stops, Shopping Mall Parking Lots & Down The Street From My Crib.

I Actually Find Those Acts Very Offensive.

Not To Mention The Fact That I Am Now Into 11 Years Of A Cellibate Existence.

To The Point Where I'm Not Taking My Clothes Off In Front Of Anyone. Ever.

I Do Not See That Changing Any Time Soon. As In Till The Day I Die. That's Just Me.

That Said.

I've Had More, Absolutely, Gourgous, Women Than You Can Shake A Stick At.

As Well, One Would Think That At A Certain Age, One Would Be More Inclined Pursuing & Obtaining A Higher Level Of Consciousness Instead Of Playing Grab Ass With Every Attractive Female Within A Three Foot Radious.

In The Entire Scheme Of Things, Sex Is A Lower Level, Dark Side Consciousness.
An Actual Exercise Saved For The Sacred Act Of Procreation.

Not An Excercise To Be Played Out In The Professional Work Environment.

So Mr. O'Reilly, Come, & Fetch Your Belongings.

The Door Man Will Hold Them For The Next Two Weeks.

See Ya. Bye.

That's All I Have.

Ryan. Out.