Earplugs

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[Intro]
He puts in his earplugs…
(And shrugs)

[Verse 1]
Can you hear the thugs
(Hearts retreat from the streets)
Hate and harm — their drugs
(Should alarm… off our seats!)

[Bridge]
He puts in his earplugs…
(And shrugs)

[Chorus]
Listen to the sound
Move to the beat
Look what’s going down
Meet n’ greet (look around)

[Verse 2]
The sign of the time
(Ringing the iron bell)
Guilty of the “mine” crime
(Mine, mine, mine… oh, well)

[Bridge]
He puts in his earplugs…
(And shrugs)

[Chorus]
Listen to the sound
Move to the beat
Look what’s going down
Meet n’ greet (look around)

[Outro]
He puts in his earplugs…
(And shrugs)

Song inspired by Trumpenomics: The Decline of the US

From the album “Sound Sound

The Human Induced Climate Change Experiment

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Sound Advice

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[Verse 1]
Listen to him preach
“Swallow more bleach”
(Oh, no, no, no)
He doesn’t know

[Chorus]
If you’re looking for sound advice
(Better think twice)
Free the bats from the belfry
(To free up some reality)

[Verse 2]
Climate science denier
Liar, liar, liar
(Oh, no, no, no)
He doesn’t know

[Chorus]
If you’re looking for sound advice
(Better think twice)
Free the bats from the belfry
(To free up some reality)

[Bridge]
Knowledge of economics
(He’s not too quick)
Has no taste in music
(Certainly not my pick)
In fact you could make the call
(Doesn’t know anything at all)
No, nothing at all

[Chorus]
If you’re looking for sound advice
(Better think twice)
Free the bats from the belfry
(To free up some reality)

[Outro]
(Oh, no, no, no)
He doesn’t know
(Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know)

Song inspired by Trumpenomics: The Decline of the US

From the album “Sound Sound

The Human Induced Climate Change Experiment

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Sound Reasoning

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[Verse 1]
Lookin’ for logic
Disappeared like magic
I’m telling you it’s tragic
Time to change the music

[Bridge]
Time to put some strain
(On that brain)

[Chorus]
Sound reasoning
(Brain seasoning)
Rational thought
Oh why? (Why not?)

[Verse 2]
Searching for reason
Appears out of season
Need to find a kind mind
Very rare (if even there)

[Bridge]
Time to put some strain
(On that brain)

[Chorus]
Sound reasoning
(Brain seasoning)
Rational thought
Oh why? (Why not?)

[Bridge]
Time to put some strain
(On that brain)
Time to think it through
(Is that something you can do?

[Chorus]
Sound reasoning
(Brain seasoning)
Rational thought
Oh why? (Why not?)

[Outro]
Time to think it through
(The world’s counting on you)
And, you (and you and you)

Song inspired by Trumpenomics: The Decline of the US

From the album “Sound Sound

The Human Induced Climate Change Experiment

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Sound Sound

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Sound-Sound-intro.mp3

[Intro]
Is there any sound sound
(To be found?)

[Verse 1]
Listening with open ears
Looking both bar and near
To bring less fear
And bring more cheers

[Chorus]
Is there any sound sound
(To be found?)
Can you hear here?
Is there any sound sound
(Anywhere around)
Come on, let’s get down

[Bridge]
Sound sound to get down
(Down, down, down)

[Verse 2]
How far do I need to go
Tell me, does anybody know
I’m standing here (hear)
Trying to hear (here)

[Chorus]
Is there any sound sound
(To be found?)
Can you hear here?
Is there any sound sound
(Anywhere around)
Come on, let’s get down

[Bridge]
Sound sound to get down
(Down, down, down)
[Instrumental, Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
Is there any sound sound
(To be found?)
Can you hear here?
Is there any sound sound
(Anywhere around)
Come on, let’s get down

[Outro]
Sound sound to get down
(Down, down, down)

From the album “Sound Sound

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Days Like These

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[Intro]
Days like these….
(Please)

[Verse 1]
Man’s best friend
(To the rescue, again)
True friend till the end
(Ready to start. Begin.)

[Chorus]
Spring, winter, summer, or fall
It doesn’t really matter at all
Days like these….
(Please)

[Bridge]
The tease in the breeze
(The aire of the air)

[Verse 2]
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog?
(Oh, well, oh, well) Not exactly
Depends by what you mean “high on the hog”
(Do tell, do tell) More specifically

[Chorus]
Spring, winter, summer, or fall
It doesn’t really matter at all
Days like these….
(Please)

[Bridge]
The tease in the breeze
(The aire of the air)

[Outro]
Spring, winter, summer, or fall
Been lovin’ ’em all
(Days like these please)
More days like these….
(Please)

From the album “Daze Days

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Spin Span

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[Intro]
What is the span of your spins?
(You know… round and round you go)

[Verse 1]
So, how old are you now
Another year… or just another day?
I guess it’s getting harder somehow
To calculate it either way

[Bridge]
What is the span of your spins?
(You know… round and round you go)

[Chorus]
What is the span of your spins
(Spinning round… going round the sun)
How many losses… how many wins
(When your spinning’s all said and spun)

[Bridge]
What is the span of your spins?
(You know… round and round you go)

[Verse 2]
Have you been told (You’re growing old)
Un-bold, did you fit within the fold
(Nope, not outside of the envelope?)
All clocks (Inside the box)
Tick-tock

[Bridge]
What is the span of your spins?
(You know… round and round you go)

[Chorus]
What is the span of your spins
(Spinning round… going round the sun)
How many losses… how many wins
(When your spinning’s all said and spun)

[Outro]
What is the span of your spins?
Have you come undone
(Totally spun)

Song inspired by Trumpenomics: The Decline of the US

From the album “Daze Days

The Human Induced Climate Change Experiment

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Rare Earth

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[Verse 1]
Claim the mine is mine
(The mining claim game)
Biggest crime of all time
(Brushing it off all the same)

[Chorus]
You’ve given birth
To rare earth
Extraction satisfaction
Has put the best to rest

[Bridge]
Black gold
(Texas tea)
Should’ve been told
(Gonna get the best of me)

[Verse 2]
Whine the mine is mine
(Gonna bleed it dry)
No, all is not fine
(We’re all gonna die)

[Chorus]
You’ve given birth
To rare earth
Extraction satisfaction
Has put the best to rest

[Bridge]
Black gold
(Texas tea)
Should’ve been told
(Gonna get the best of me)

[Chorus]
You’ve given birth
To rare earth
Extraction satisfaction
Has put the best to rest

[Outro]
Take, take, take
(Fast fashion mistake)

Song inspired by Trumpenomics: The Decline of the US

From the album “Daze Days

The Human Induced Climate Change Experiment

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In the Old Daze

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[Intro]
In the old daze
(We walked miles both ways)

[Verse 1]
Old men reigning over man
Really, really hard to understand
Why the masses choose to lose
Rather bruise than cruise

[Bridge]
Getting numb to the situation
Capitulation of a nation

[Chorus]
In the old daze
(The song remains the same)
Still sleepwalking
(Talking and talking)
Such a lame game

[Bridge]
In the old daze
(We walked miles both ways)

[Verse 2]
Bigots and racists rule the land
Really, really hard to understand
Why not rise up, take a stand
Then to watch us all fall

[Bridge]
Getting numb to the situation
Capitulation of a nation

[Chorus]
In the old daze
(The song remains the same)
Still sleepwalking
(Talking and talking)
Such a lame game

[Bridge]
In the old daze
(We walked miles both ways)

[Outro]
In a trance (we dance)
Past our last chance
(Dance)

Song inspired by Trumpenomics: The Decline of the US

From the album “Daze Days

The Human Induced Climate Change Experiment

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Great Vibrations

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[Verse 1]
If the beach is out of reach
(You can hear it here)
A summer adolescence does teach
(Love is not to fear)

[Chorus]
Musical sensations
Bringing on great vibrations
Perpetuating peace and love
With a sound from above

[Bridge]
(Love, love, love)
Love, love, love
(Sing of love)

[Verse 2]
Everybody’s going surfin’
(Surf’s up again!)
Grab a smile and a grin
(Let the good times begin)

[Chorus]
Musical sensations
Bringing on great vibrations
Perpetuating peace and love
With a sound from above

[Bridge]
(Love, love, love)
Love, love, love
(Sing of love)

[Chorus]
Musical sensations
Bringing on great vibrations
Perpetuating peace and love
With a sound from above

[Outro]
(Love, love, love)
Love, love, love
(Sing of love)

ABOUT THE SONG: Brian Wilson, Beach Boys Co-Founder and Singer, Dies at 82
The Beach Boys were one of the most listened-to bands of my childhood. While the Beatles may have been more famous and heard more often on the radio, I remember singing along to more Beach Boys songs—they were the soundtrack to so many moments.

Brian Wilson and Sly Stone were both pioneers in what I would soon come to deeply admire: multi-instrumentalists, producers, engineers, singer-songwriters, and fearless creators of original sound. They didn’t just make music—they reshaped it. I would spend the rest of my life doing the same thing.

It’s deeply sad to see both of these musical giants pass in the same week. Their influence runs through generations, and their sounds will echo on.

From the album “Daze Days

Also found on the album “Reggae Modern Day

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If It Pays

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[Verse 1]
Egocentrical
Hierarchical
Stacked on top of me
(Me, me, me!)

[Chorus]
Watching as all frays
You can still hear him say
Who cares… If it pays
Only living for the day

[Bridge]
[Instrumental, Guitar Solo]
Narcissism (nation)
Skepticism (schism)
Alienation (nation)
[Instrumental, Synth Solo, Bass, Drum Fills]

[Verse 2]
Self-centered
End age entered
Autonomy
(Me, me, me!)

[Chorus]
Watching as all frays
You can still hear him say
Who cares… If it pays
Only living for the day

[Bridge]
[Instrumental, Guitar Solo]
Narcissism (nation)
Skepticism (schism)
Alienation (nation)
[Instrumental, Synth Solo, Bass, Drum Fills]

[Chorus]
Watching as all frays
You can still hear him say
Who cares… If it pays
Only living for the day

[Outro]
Narcissism (nation)
Skepticism (schism)
Alienation (nation)

ABOUT THE SONG

The song “If It Pays” is a searing indictment of the Trump presidency, portraying it as a chaotic, self-serving enterprise where ego and short-term gain trump ethics, strategy, or long-term vision. Set against the backdrop of economic disruption caused by impulsive tariffs and “America First” nationalism, the song explores how narcissistic leadership tears at the social and economic fabric—both domestically and globally.

Interpretation of “If It Pays”

Verse 1:
“Egocentrical / Hierarchical / Stacked on top of me (Me, me, me!)” opens with a biting portrayal of Trump’s authoritarian persona. The repetition of “me” mocks his self-obsession and absolute focus on personal gain, status, and control. The “hierarchical” nature of his leadership implies a top-down system designed to elevate himself while pressing others down—echoing the growing wealth gap and abuse of executive power during his presidency.

Chorus:
“Watching as all frays / You can still hear him say / Who cares… If it pays” captures the callousness of policies driven not by principle but by profit and vanity. It critiques Trump’s transactional worldview—whether it’s family separations at the border, environmental rollbacks, or global trade wars, the guiding logic is simple: “Does it benefit me or my base right now?”
“Only living for the day” reflects the short-termism that defined much of his decision-making—particularly the reckless implementation of tariffs without regard for long-term economic stability or international diplomacy.

Bridge (Instrumental + Word Pairings):
The instrumental break underscores growing instability, layered with sharp, symbolic word pairings:

  • “Narcissism (nation)” links personal pathology to national identity—Trump’s ego becomes a political doctrine.

  • “Skepticism (schism)” points to the deliberate sowing of doubt—of science, media, elections—creating deep societal divisions.

  • “Alienation (nation)” highlights the result: an America isolated on the world stage and internally fractured. These three words—narcissism, skepticism, alienation—summarize the spiritual and civic degradation of the Trump era.

Verse 2:
“Self-centered / End age entered / Autonomy (Me, me, me!)” continues the psychological dissection. “End age” could allude to a perceived end of American democratic norms or global leadership—ushered in by a president who sees autonomy not as a right of the people, but as his own unchecked authority.

Final Chorus and Outro:
The repeated chorus and outro drive home the central theme: we are witnessing unraveling—“watching as all frays”—yet the man responsible remains unmoved, repeating the nihilistic mantra: “Who cares… if it pays.” The closing chants—narcissism, skepticism, alienation—echo like warning sirens, inviting the listener to reflect on what has been lost.

Summary:

“If It Pays” is a razor-sharp critique of Trumpism: a philosophy rooted in ego, greed, and short-term gratification. The song links destructive tariff policies and economic nationalism to a broader collapse of accountability, decency, and foresight. It’s not just about trade—it’s about the corrosion of a nation’s soul, sold off piece by piece, as long as someone got paid.

Song inspired by Trumpenomics: The Decline of the US

From the album “Daze Days

The Human Induced Climate Change Experiment

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Ablaze

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[Verse 1]
Counting down
To ignition
Just look around
For conformation

[Chorus]
All the world’s ablaze
Breathing in the haze
Situation of fire
Growing ever higher

[Bridge]
Fan the flames
(Who’s to blame)

[Verse 2]
Don’t be confused
Lit the fuse
Just a matter of time
Before we find…

[Chorus]
All the world’s ablaze
Breathing in the haze
Situation of fire
Growing ever higher

[Bridge]
Fan the flames
(Who’s to blame)
The alarm is sounding
(So resounding)
Better pour on water
(Save your son and daughter)

[Chorus]
All the world’s ablaze
Breathing in the haze
Situation of fire
Growing ever higher

[Outro]
Better pour on water
(Save your son and daughter)

ABOUT THE SONG

The song “Ablaze” is a powerful and urgent anthem that captures the terrifying reality of the climate crisis through the imagery of wildfire. With its stark warnings and escalating tension, the song reflects the rising intensity, frequency, and devastation of wildfires driven by global warming, reckless policy, and delayed action. Every line deepens the sense that the world is not just metaphorically—but literally—on fire.

Verse 1:
“Counting down to ignition / Just look around for conformation” presents the world as a ticking time bomb. The word “conformation” can be read as both evidence and twisted affirmation—the fires are here, the science is clear, yet we’re still looking for signs as if denial could delay disaster. Wildfire season is no longer a season—it’s perpetual, and we’re living in its shadow.

Chorus:
“All the world’s ablaze / Breathing in the haze” speaks to both the visual horror and the public health crisis. It evokes smoke-choked skylines in places like California, Alberta, and Australia. This isn’t abstract—it’s happening now. The “situation of fire growing ever higher” reflects both the literal spread of flames and the broader existential threat posed by the accelerating climate emergency.

Bridge (1):
“Fan the flames / Who’s to blame?” cuts to the heart of the matter—our collective complicity and the deliberate choices of fossil fuel companies, deregulation, and politicians who feed the fire for profit or power. The passive phrasing belies an active role: we’ve stoked this blaze with carbon, greed, and delay.

Verse 2:
“Don’t be confused / Lit the fuse / Just a matter of time before we find…” underscores that this wasn’t a natural accident—it was triggered. The “fuse” is decades of ignored warnings, rising emissions, deforestation, and extractive industry. The next catastrophe isn’t a question of “if,” but “when.”

Bridge (2):
The second bridge raises the emotional stakes:
“The alarm is sounding (So resounding)” evokes the literal fire alarms and the louder call of climate scientists.
“Better pour on water / Save your son and daughter” personalizes the plea. This isn’t just about statistics or policy—it’s about the survival of future generations. The water we need is action—policy change, adaptation, mitigation. And time is running out.

Final Chorus and Outro:
Repeating the chorus hammers in the message: the crisis is global, the danger is growing, and the smoke is choking us all. The outro“Better pour on water (Save your son and daughter)”—is both a plea and a command. There’s still hope, but only if we act now.

Summary:

“Ablaze” is a blistering climate protest song that uses the wildfire as both metaphor and reality. It channels the collective anxiety of living through a planet that’s literally burning, while calling out the failures that brought us here. The repetition of flames, haze, and alarms creates a visceral experience—reminding us this isn’t distant or hypothetical. It’s here. It’s now.

It’s not just a song—it’s a warning shot.

Song inspired by Trumpenomics: The Decline of the US

From the album “Daze Days

The Human Induced Climate Change Experiment

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The Book of Days

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[Verse 1]
Did you take a look
At the Book
What does it say
About your judgement day?

[Bridge]
Angels of mercy?
(Heresy)
Conspiracy

[Chorus]
In a juggernaut
On judgement day
Reigning arrogant
(What more can I say?)

[Verse 2]
All your do’s
Are past due
Neglected to pay
Along the way

[Bridge]
Angels of mercy?
(Heresy)
Conspiracy?
(Welcome to transparency)

[Chorus]
In a juggernaut
On judgement day
Reigning arrogant
(What more can I say?)

[Outro]
Welcome to transparency
Your accounting fell short
Left with no retort
It’s easy to see….
(Your destiny)

Song inspired by Trumpenomics: The Decline of the US

From the album “Daze Days

The Human Induced Climate Change Experiment

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So(w)

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[Verse 1]
She gets by with a little help from her friends
But you can keep yours, all mine are dead end
And her dreams are all made with a needle and thread
And your dreams are all made with a hole in your head

[Chorus]
So come on, come on, come on

[Verse 2]
She puts up with a little help from her foes
But you don’t need yours, everybody knows
And her life is all made of a needle and thread
And your life is all made of a hole in your head

[Chorus]
So come on, come on, come on

[Instrumental]

An accidental AI experiment.

Song inspired by Trumpenomics: The Decline of the US

From the album “Daze Days

The Human Induced Climate Change Experiment

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Amaze

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[Verse 1]
Some people pray
Their days away
Others cry
’till the day they die

[Break]
Why?

[Chorus]
The Age of the Haze Days
(Amaze!)
The end page on rage
(Amaze!)

[Bridge]
Quick!
(Strike up the music)
Music

[Verse 2]
Some people work
… slave every day
More than a quirk
Wouldn’t ya say?

[Break]
OK?

[Chorus]
The Age of the Haze Days
(Amaze!)
The end page on rage
(Amaze!)

[Bridge]
Quick!
(Strike up the music)
Music

[Chorus]
The Age of the Haze Days
(Amaze!)
The end page on rage
(Amaze!)

[Outro]
One more song!
(Amaze!)
It’s a sing-a-long
(For days and days)
Amaze!
(One more song!)

Song inspired by Trumpenomics: The Decline of the US

From the album “Daze Days

Also found on the album “Reggae Modern Day

The Human Induced Climate Change Experiment

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Entrées

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[Verse 1]
Can I trouble you
For a menu…
Is there gore galore
(And so much more?)

[Chorus]
What are the entrées
Of the day
Are they appetizing
(Or compromising?)

[Bridge]
In these days of haze
(What are the entrées)
Tacos with the suppression sauce
(Chicken racism hold the light)
Did I get your order right?

[Verse 2]
Can I bother you
Do you have take out, too
Oh, lord, a smorgasbord
With a side of “dies”
(Realize!)

[Chorus]
What are the entrées
Of the day
Are they appetizing
(Or compromising?)

[Bridge]
In these days of haze
(What are the entrées)
Tacos with the suppression sauce
(Chicken racism hold the rights)
Pay the bill.. don’t put up fights

[Chorus]
What are the entrées
Of the day
Are they appetizing
(Or compromising?)

[Outro]
In these days of haze
(What are the entrées)

ABOUT THE SONG

The song “Entrées” is a biting satirical metaphor, presenting a dystopian menu that serves up the worst consequences of environmental collapse and authoritarian politics. Using the language of dining, the song critiques both the tangible devastation of climate change—embodied by air pollution and Canadian wildfires—and the moral decay brought on by Trump-era policies that threaten Constitutional and human rights.

Interpretation of “Entrées”

Verse 1:
“Can I trouble you / For a menu…” sets the tone—a seemingly polite request turns dark with “Is there gore galore (And so much more?).” The idea of “gore” as a menu item evokes mass suffering, violence, and disaster—suggesting that what’s being served in society today is not nourishment but destruction. This could symbolize the fires choking the skies, the bodies affected by polluted air, or the assault on freedoms under authoritarianism.

Chorus:
“What are the entrées of the day / Are they appetizing (Or compromising?)” highlights the false choices we’re offered: policies or leaders that may seem appealing on the surface but are deeply toxic underneath. The line draws attention to how climate and civil rights issues are often dressed up with spin, hiding the harm they inflict.

Bridge (1):
“In these days of haze (What are the entrées)” explicitly connects the metaphor to literal climate chaos—air choked with smoke from wildfires, visibility clouded not just physically but morally and politically.
“Tacos with the suppression sauce / (Chicken racism hold the light)” skewers performative justice. The “suppression sauce” is a clever jab at voter suppression and free speech restrictions. “Chicken racism” sounds absurd—until we see it as an indictment of cowardice in confronting systemic racism, served without “light” or truth.

Verse 2:
“Do you have take out, too” critiques the commodification of crisis—people can now consume destruction remotely.
“Oh, lord, a smorgasbord / With a side of ‘dies’ (Realize!)” is a chilling play on “side of fries.” “Dies” represents both literal death—climate casualties, victims of hate and policy neglect—and the death of rights, norms, and truth. The parenthetical “realize!” is a call to wake up.

Bridge (2):
The bridge repeats, now with more menace: “Chicken racism hold the rights / Pay the bill… don’t put up fights”—a warning that the cost of silence is paid in rights lost. It’s an indictment of those complicit or complacent.

Outro:
Repeating “In these days of haze (What are the entrées)” leaves us unsettled. The haze has not lifted. The menu hasn’t changed. The cycle continues—unless we stop consuming what’s killing us.

Summary:

“Entrées” is a darkly clever song that uses food-service satire to skewer environmental neglect and political repression. With the Canadian wildfire smoke clouding cities, and democracy under threat from Trump-era tactics like protest suppression, media retaliation, and racial scapegoating, the song captures the moment’s absurdity and horror.

The “entrées” of our time are disasters we’ve normalized—pollution, authoritarianism, racism—served daily, while we pretend to place polite orders.

Song inspired by Trumpenomics: The Decline of the US

From the album “Daze Days

The Human Induced Climate Change Experiment

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