Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Golden Mean

Another sanctimonious Republican
chomps the sexual dust! So what?

If you lack sin, then pitch a high
hard one. Missing the lesson, am I?

Try the gal-
ling hypocrisy?

His or yours?

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Monday, June 29, 2009


While Some Sleep, Others Fret

Late-night radio offers abundance
of credit repair hope. No fee dis-
closed, but I’m guessing a gouge in

The American Capitalist Tradition of
milking the spavined failure. Conformist

Japanese proverb applies: When the nail-
head sticks up you hammer it down.

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Sunday, June 28, 2009


Filling Between Chairs

Good luck turning up
Mozart’s grave.

Like anything else, kill-
ing time neither worth-

y nor waste.

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Saturday, June 27, 2009

Mozart Shoved Into Unmarked Grave

See, if yr art genius-
seized, expect

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Friday, June 26, 2009

Brace of Hard Reporters

-Retire? What from? What to? He was the very worst guy for politics: a loner.

-Never made the connections.

-I suppose to that house on the freezing lake. Then he takes a hike in the
woods from time to time. Let me sit down...the excitement!

-As a Republican, that’d be a tramp in the woods.

-Or a boy.

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Thursday, June 25, 2009

Rocco and the Iranian

You look, could be, Iranian? Excuse me, but...?


We don’t get many in South Philadelphia.

No, you need a certain set of qualities. I like Celebre’s egg and pepper sandwich, and I’m going to the Phillies afternoon game.

No demonstrations?

Rally at the university tonight. So, I’m relaxing now. Man does not live
on politics alone,

Coulda fooled me. So, fixed election?

Yeah a page from your book.

We don’t hafta fix ‘em. Supreme court awards the office to benefactor’s
dim kid.

Such kids abound in my country.

A day that will live in infamy!

You have many of these days?

Stopped counting.


Rocco appears at this site serially--always never in doubt.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Compact Novel

Things said in bed, huh? Well, he’s killed in that Metro accident. Miracle! I’ll mourn for appearance sake, and then it’s time for us to get on with the life we promised each other!

I’ve talked to this answering machine twenty times. Pick up! Okay then, call me! We’ll make plans!


You’re really murdered on this ticket, unfortunately.

Hadda move fast. A bargain to me.

So, thinking of investing in California winery is it?

A little bit. More like disinvesting hereabouts.

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Tuesday, June 23, 2009


Reporter tries impaling pol
to wall like insect.

No use. He cites his passive
friend: Mistakes were made.

By whom? Never germane.
Fuss! How can we move on?

snarks pol. Suckers
park in chorus.


Monday, June 22, 2009


The Beat of Old Prejudice

I dull, trim.
It persists. So,
live w/it & ration-

al side, relish-
ing both.


Sunday, June 21, 2009

Taking To the Streets

Throwing down the gauntlet
to tyranny: “Will you kill us all?”

In Western, greasy-chops politics:
Why y’all in a lather over nothing.
We can talk this here thing out.

In Eastern theocracies,

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Saturday, June 20, 2009

Attending Parties

How GOP so true point-
ing up Dems’ racist past!

Now should address
their own present. Enjoy-

ing Sambo jokes o-
vermuch to act.

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Friday, June 19, 2009

Rocco and the Plutocrat

Hey Pete the Plutocrat! Slumming?

I always return to my childhood bakery here!

Very South Philly!

You can take the boy out of...

And put him into a Chauffeur-driven Bentley and a Main Line Mansion.

Fruits of Labor.

And lawyers. But listen! You’re the only wealthy guy I know who’s not crying poor-mouth, and continuously bitching and moaning about the government robbing him. Even during massive money transfer to your class from the rest of us under Bush. Now you’ll lose under the evil Democrats and Obama.

I’m guessing half a percent.

How about these wars? Kicking the shit outa all of us really.

Money never lost a war. Let me buy you a cannoli.

Buy? What a quaint notion. Take! That’s your way.

Why not say steal?

You were one slick kid!

I grew up!

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Thursday, June 18, 2009

Land of etc

The Ruling Class
will watch its ass,

with you to powder it.
Oh you’re full of talk,
of rights and wrath, ex-

cluding, though, your bet-
ters. Screaming out your 2d
Amendment! Who you gon-

na shoot? Another deluded
bastard like yourself?


Wednesday, June 17, 2009


The Think Tank

I’ve invented a think tank
to award myself prizes. Oh,

I’ll reward others consonant
with my philosophy: Best

stated as Muscular Christianity.
Always attacked thus
always attacking!

Founders foresaw blood, and us.
We scan the Constitution as
a document of continuing rage

in the service of God.


Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Logos and Crime

When I look at my most expensive
prescription, always top drug firm logo.

Does CEO realize he’s
fucking me? I wonder.

Or could he explicate w/Dog &
Pony Shows that the firm carries
humongous costs for research etc?

Maybe even convince me
of astringent truth. No.

Back to 1st question:



Joke w/confederates? Who

“Tell Michael it wasn’t personal.
I always liked him.”


Saturday, June 06, 2009


Late Meal In Italian Village

Just saw documentary on Sydney Opera House. Icon now, but original architect left in a huff.

Typical Dane!

How come so many great architects come from...?

In a cold climate you think warm thoughts.

There have been great architects from your warm Italian climate.

Of course, in ancient times mostly. But life is not architecture. Pass the wine!

I can think of a few Americans too.

Well there we have both climates. And many Southern citizens trying to shove God down your throat.

You don’t enjoy life, and are miserable in your power. This is my country and there is loveliness everywhere. Look around in the moonlight! And the waitress looks like a film star, and is so sweet you can forget the sugar for your coffee!

Will we let him have the last word here?


No more posts till Jun 16

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Friday, June 05, 2009

But He’ll Pay On Our Behalf

After the Hearing For Automobile Dealers,
each sprayed his chair with Scotchgard.

Left individual bills with The Chairman.

"There’s a mistake. I didn’t order this!"

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Thursday, June 04, 2009

The naive girl

misses the sexual innuendo
to the glee of her chums. So?

She’ll catch on, becoming
as clever as the rest of us.


Wednesday, June 03, 2009

The Real General Principle*

Ah but the general
principle is interpret
it MY way. And if you

can’t, under the law, then
go ahead and create it! Any-

thing not favoring those
other bastards.

*McConnell said "the most important [principles] are these: Americans expect and should receive equal treatment under the law, and Americans want judges who understand their role is to interpret the law, not write it." -Politico


Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Why Didn’t I Fight etc?

When you
feel like shit

you’re not your
best advocate.


Monday, June 01, 2009


The Matter

Gave it requisite thought
and decided. "Premature!
Professor Swirtzky’s book

just out!" my face gets informed at
Barnes and Noble. Later, his
despisers chime in. "How could I...?

Without hearing them out?" Now his
supporters email me at such length
my machine crashes. Remind all

from neighbor’s that I have already
decided! Matter settled! They flame me

for wilful ignorance.
In many things, yes,
but not this time.


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