Depending on who you are, or what side of the fence you are, or whatever else that makes us different, the following is either a mash up, an aural montage, a medley, random sounds not found on Spotify® nor Itunes®, a collective of songs in the same key, and so many other terms.
Since it is currently 2019, the more appropriate classification would be what? Yeah! By the way, yeah should be pronounced as if it has three syllables.
Writing about how stupid Trump is; it’s like shooting fish in a barrel. It makes a big needless mess, it stinks, and you get wet in all the inappropriate places where you should not smell like fish. At the end of the day, nothing has changed. This is what it must have felt like weeks before the end of World War II.
It is Sunday morning and I don’t want to be one of those preaching assholes, but here we go. Let us all turn to the book of James Brown 2:14. “Fellas, I’m ready to get up and do my thing. I wanna get into it, man, you know, like a, like a sex machine, man, movin’, doin’ it, you know. Can I count it off?”