Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Rocco Meets His Teabagger
ROCCO
Dr Onofrio, Literary Scholar of Defunct American Fascist Writers!
And, of course, present Teabagger--unless I miss my guess.
DR O
Right on, Rocco! Democrats, aka Socialists, tilting the table of money
towards the stinking rabble.
ROCCO
Blacks, you mean. Group you hate the most.
DR O
I hate everybody!
ROCCO
That’s literary. You learned that attitude slogging through your PhD at Penn
with the other malcontents and drama queens.
DR O
No! Literally true. I literally hate...!
ROCCO
Uh huh? How about getting real and ranking your top three groups for me?
DR O
Be glad to. First is blacks, of course. Oh, excuse me, Afro-Americans!
Must be politically correct, the low gear of our pretend democracy.
ROCCO
And the second?
DR O
Can’t you guess? “Oy Marvin! Did yuh ever see such a kikey place
as Atlantic City? I love it! But keep the Rabbi away from the whores!”
ROCCO
Predictable so far.
DR O
The third would be ghinnies, best represent by you, Rocco, all heart if it’s somebody else’s money. And all mouth in any case.
ROCCO
Last time I saw your mom and dad shopping at The Italian Market,
they didn’t quite resemble white-bread Americans from The Main Line.
DR O
I disown them! They’re ghinnies all the way through. Plastic-covered furniture
and a goat in the backyard!
ROCCO
Please call again.
DR O
Try and stop me!
ROCCO
They always come back!–but whatever for?
In Rocco’s S Philadelphia, a child often returns with disdain.
ROCCO
Dr Onofrio, Literary Scholar of Defunct American Fascist Writers!
And, of course, present Teabagger--unless I miss my guess.
DR O
Right on, Rocco! Democrats, aka Socialists, tilting the table of money
towards the stinking rabble.
ROCCO
Blacks, you mean. Group you hate the most.
DR O
I hate everybody!
ROCCO
That’s literary. You learned that attitude slogging through your PhD at Penn
with the other malcontents and drama queens.
DR O
No! Literally true. I literally hate...!
ROCCO
Uh huh? How about getting real and ranking your top three groups for me?
DR O
Be glad to. First is blacks, of course. Oh, excuse me, Afro-Americans!
Must be politically correct, the low gear of our pretend democracy.
ROCCO
And the second?
DR O
Can’t you guess? “Oy Marvin! Did yuh ever see such a kikey place
as Atlantic City? I love it! But keep the Rabbi away from the whores!”
ROCCO
Predictable so far.
DR O
The third would be ghinnies, best represent by you, Rocco, all heart if it’s somebody else’s money. And all mouth in any case.
ROCCO
Last time I saw your mom and dad shopping at The Italian Market,
they didn’t quite resemble white-bread Americans from The Main Line.
DR O
I disown them! They’re ghinnies all the way through. Plastic-covered furniture
and a goat in the backyard!
ROCCO
Please call again.
DR O
Try and stop me!
ROCCO
They always come back!–but whatever for?
In Rocco’s S Philadelphia, a child often returns with disdain.
Labels: Rocco, South Philadelphia, tea baggers
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Rocco Listens to Huge Solution Sam
ROCCO
Well Sam, I understand you want to make Obama President For Life!
HS SAM
That’s too Tin-Pot Dictatorship. I want him into the Old President’s
Home after his two terms. What I actually said is that the office
should go only to Democrats.
ROCCO
A little document call the Constitution?
HS SAM
We’ll amend it. Hey I’m thinking mostly of the Republicans!
They hate governing. They don’t believe in it. Why look at the hacks
they put in to run departments. Saboteurs!
ROCCO
Loyalists.
HS SAM
Loyal to what? Stupidity? Pulling the plug on Grandma and all the
inanities they repeat long after they cease believing what they say--
if they ever did. Even Mrs Goebbels probably told the twisted dwarf
to shut the fuck up!
ROCCO
History, unlike today, is silent on the matter. But, have you run this latest
huge idea of yours past any Republicans?
HS SAM
Not yet, but I know I can convince them they’ll be better off. After all,
they absolutely love screaming from the outside. Governing is boring.
ROCCO
You make them sound like Divas.
HS SAM
Right! Perfect! The Diva Party! I love it!
No divas in South Philadelphia, but some of their flavor is glimpsed in the old proverb, “When Mama is unhappy everybody is unhappy.”
ROCCO
Well Sam, I understand you want to make Obama President For Life!
HS SAM
That’s too Tin-Pot Dictatorship. I want him into the Old President’s
Home after his two terms. What I actually said is that the office
should go only to Democrats.
ROCCO
A little document call the Constitution?
HS SAM
We’ll amend it. Hey I’m thinking mostly of the Republicans!
They hate governing. They don’t believe in it. Why look at the hacks
they put in to run departments. Saboteurs!
ROCCO
Loyalists.
HS SAM
Loyal to what? Stupidity? Pulling the plug on Grandma and all the
inanities they repeat long after they cease believing what they say--
if they ever did. Even Mrs Goebbels probably told the twisted dwarf
to shut the fuck up!
ROCCO
History, unlike today, is silent on the matter. But, have you run this latest
huge idea of yours past any Republicans?
HS SAM
Not yet, but I know I can convince them they’ll be better off. After all,
they absolutely love screaming from the outside. Governing is boring.
ROCCO
You make them sound like Divas.
HS SAM
Right! Perfect! The Diva Party! I love it!
No divas in South Philadelphia, but some of their flavor is glimpsed in the old proverb, “When Mama is unhappy everybody is unhappy.”
Labels: Diva, Obama, Republican, Rocco
Monday, September 28, 2009
Bowing To The Man, Encore
Fox Sports expands turf,
includes Democrats with
lousy Washington teams.
Talking Points
travel far.
From HQ to low-
est mic serf.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Post-Depression
Pols fond of “kicking
the can down the road.”
As a kid, sneaker on
the actual can. So alone,
thudding heart scans black-
ness for those who leap
out and kick that can--
once I’ve left it to ferret
them out. Scraping tinniness
bouncing away. Despair
at being “it” again. Playing
very late as parents drank,
kicked down the road.
Labels: depression, kick the can
Saturday, September 26, 2009
When Fate Throws Curve Balls
Hack! Standing there puzzling
the spin leaves life to umpires.
Labels: curve
Friday, September 25, 2009
Learn Spanish? What For?
Talk to a few guys outside
7-11? Or little brown ants
crawling construction sites?
But bound forward 5-10 years.
Learn Spanish to be clear-
er to your boss & insinuate
yourself to the Ruling Class.
Labels: Spanish
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Getting It Done
ASSISTANT
Our lead negotiator on Helkin doing a crackerjack job...
CEO
I'll need details.
ASST
and despite...
CEO
Despite what?
ASST
Well, a horrendous divorce proceeding has him reeling emotionally.
CEO
Emotionally means every which way.
ASST
Not so with him. He can separate.
CEO
My source there tells me Old Man Helkin flying in.
They smell blood in the water. So I'll be taking over.
ASST
And our guy?
CEO
Back to his department with faint gratitude.
ASST
There’s a problem. HR slid a new guy into his slot--
negotiations were slated to go on for so long and...
CEO
He has no job? Fire him.
ASST
Boss! Excuse me, but that's so cold!
CEO
Not tiddlywinks we play here.
ASSISTANT
Our lead negotiator on Helkin doing a crackerjack job...
CEO
I'll need details.
ASST
and despite...
CEO
Despite what?
ASST
Well, a horrendous divorce proceeding has him reeling emotionally.
CEO
Emotionally means every which way.
ASST
Not so with him. He can separate.
CEO
My source there tells me Old Man Helkin flying in.
They smell blood in the water. So I'll be taking over.
ASST
And our guy?
CEO
Back to his department with faint gratitude.
ASST
There’s a problem. HR slid a new guy into his slot--
negotiations were slated to go on for so long and...
CEO
He has no job? Fire him.
ASST
Boss! Excuse me, but that's so cold!
CEO
Not tiddlywinks we play here.
Labels: CEO, Negotiation
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Beholders
At a Senate Hearing, an
Oriental woman’s eye
in the background, clean,
clear, large. Those of her
American fellow-sexers,
hammocky, painted. White
male orbs intersperse like
pissholes in snow.
Labels: eye, senate hearing
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
The Future of History
Having fucked up yet another
Colonial War (thus, in
the anachronism, losing China
to infinity) we embrace a new tsunami
of refugees, frequently homicidal
righties, aka Freedom Fighters. They
freshen the mob already here, opening
restaurants. Adding to the culinary
if not the cultural life.
Labels: Colonial War, refugees
Monday, September 21, 2009
Christian Fury
coagulates
in Washington,
the annual bash
to hammer fear
since God is highly pissed.
And no Socialist!
Loaves and fishes draw burps
at posher venues, and service
folk receive prayer for tips.
Purgatorial chits, however, ran-
som no slurpies. By contrast,
whores get paid in randy cash,
though roared at
after.
Labels: Christian
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Question For the Rages
Is the lie sidestep-
ing neurotics a true lie?
Worse. You dance
to a tune despised.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Comfort
"I feel kinda funny," he said.
And then dropped dead.
"Whoa!" say you, "I feel that way
ten times a day!"
Well, there's a last time
for everything.
Labels: death
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Triple Crusty Republican
“The purpose of The Republican Party is to make
our rich friends richer so they refresh the Coffers
of Righteousness! A pure and beautiful machine! Class!
The rest is blather and chaos.
We‘ve seized talk radio! Big deal! Our stupid advocates
there just bring out the fangs on all the other stupid factions.
Just a sleazy sideshow every bit of it!
A pawnshop full of old crap!”
Labels: Republican, Talk Radio
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Practical Future
Tea Partiers will head home
to The Ron Paul Libertarian Wing
of the GOP. So from there, thick-
ly strongarm The Country
Club Republican Crowd. To do this
they must shove their annoyingly
racist nuts under the bus, such
vicious berserkers forming new
outfits of vicious berserkers, or
joining militias wandering through
the Court’s 2d Amendment rulings
and other toxic reactionary clouds.
Labels: GOP., Libertarian, Ron Paul, Second Amendment, Supreme Court, Tea Partiers
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
"The Last Decent Republican" --Two operatives chat.
-We're entering an age of singular viciousness!
-Hey! Enter? Exit? Bullshit! Just the usual hardball.
-Republican ideas and principles subsumed!
Can you even name one?
-Not offhand. They're locked the library and I fight
to keep that repository of total horseshit safe.
-I don’t think I can have a discussion with you, really.
-Nah, I rather gouge some eyes. Hey! I was in
The Brooks Brothers Riot in Miami. That's where we walked
over the corpses of pussy Republicans like you and their
Democrat fellow travelers.
-The Royal Road of Grease.
-Whatever you say. Talk is, like, the cheapest.
-Most of the public now sees us as a mob of nearly homicidal maniacs.
-Fuck the nearly!
-I've lost my home! That’s what I know.
-Not at all! We keep you around as The Last Decent Republican, a fuckin fossil. Can a fossil suck?
I mean literally suck?
-We're entering an age of singular viciousness!
-Hey! Enter? Exit? Bullshit! Just the usual hardball.
-Republican ideas and principles subsumed!
Can you even name one?
-Not offhand. They're locked the library and I fight
to keep that repository of total horseshit safe.
-I don’t think I can have a discussion with you, really.
-Nah, I rather gouge some eyes. Hey! I was in
The Brooks Brothers Riot in Miami. That's where we walked
over the corpses of pussy Republicans like you and their
Democrat fellow travelers.
-The Royal Road of Grease.
-Whatever you say. Talk is, like, the cheapest.
-Most of the public now sees us as a mob of nearly homicidal maniacs.
-Fuck the nearly!
-I've lost my home! That’s what I know.
-Not at all! We keep you around as The Last Decent Republican, a fuckin fossil. Can a fossil suck?
I mean literally suck?
Labels: Last Decent Republican, Republican, Republican Hardball
Monday, September 14, 2009
Corn Poners
call CSPAN be-
deviled by IN!-
surance &
The GOV-mint.
They blast Y’ALLs,
the educated guests. Vile &
Ignorant Crackers!
Save when they
agree with me. Then
they’re Enlightened
Southerners.
call CSPAN be-
deviled by IN!-
surance &
The GOV-mint.
They blast Y’ALLs,
the educated guests. Vile &
Ignorant Crackers!
Save when they
agree with me. Then
they’re Enlightened
Southerners.
Labels: South
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
A Female Hoarseness Floats Into My Window
Recognized it in the past
as particular to booze
& cigarettes &
don’t know enough
about drugs to define
the modern equation.
Labels: booze, cigarettes, drugs
Friday, September 11, 2009
Twin Right-Wing Communiques
pair Obama with Hitler
AND with Marx. Uh uh. Try
muddy. Choose one. Hitler despised
Communists as much as he did Jews.
(sorta like encrusted Republicans, no?)
Forgive that sleazy wisecrack
and let's get on to a True
Believers’ Referendum.
Obama is A) Communist, or B) Fascist.
RNC could run the thing and force
their voters into what the result dictates.
Keep the wackos on message, yes?
Labels: Right Wing, Town Halls
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Station Manager to News Producer,
Town Hall Summer ‘09
“I got two rules. If it bleeds it leads. And in politics,
cherchez les crazies! That’s fuckin French.”
Labels: media
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Celebrating Labor Day
Many GOP solons brag a-
bout their union membership
before catching gravy train. So
they’re anti-labor presently,
which followers see as wising up,
but merely involves changing
another coat.
Many GOP solons brag a-
bout their union membership
before catching gravy train. So
they’re anti-labor presently,
which followers see as wising up,
but merely involves changing
another coat.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
1st Tee, Sea Island GA
-Never asked you what you did.
-I buy.
-Particular products?
-Not so. Legislators.
-Never asked you what you did.
-I buy.
-Particular products?
-Not so. Legislators.
Monday, September 07, 2009
Rocco and the Penn Economist
ROCCO
I hate to give you such a superlative, but the Economics Trade, which missed
ALL signs of this latest disastrous flop, are 100 percent full of shit!
PENN
Slightly high. A few of us deal with the real world.
ROCCO
You’re inventing that too! Let me know when you make cucumbers into sunbeams.
PENN
Trade secret!
Rocco engages many in South Philadelphia.
ROCCO
I hate to give you such a superlative, but the Economics Trade, which missed
ALL signs of this latest disastrous flop, are 100 percent full of shit!
PENN
Slightly high. A few of us deal with the real world.
ROCCO
You’re inventing that too! Let me know when you make cucumbers into sunbeams.
PENN
Trade secret!
Rocco engages many in South Philadelphia.
Labels: Economists, Rocco
Sunday, September 06, 2009
The Haunting
The obsessed cre-
ates the obsession
by accretion until
it’s surreal, & thus
unrecognizable
to itself. In love,
the beloved may
refashion to please,
or taunt,
both.
The obsessed cre-
ates the obsession
by accretion until
it’s surreal, & thus
unrecognizable
to itself. In love,
the beloved may
refashion to please,
or taunt,
both.
Labels: obsession
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Friday, September 04, 2009
Family
Americans can't grasp The Anthropology
of Family Marching Formations. How
he leads at Home Depot, followed by
wife, dutiful, then joyless brat-gaggle.
Now, because of his Alzheimer's,
she takes the point, grown-up kids
as far away as geographically possible.
He, of course, wanders, remembering,
though, the Republican Playbook,
which he babbles at strangers.
Americans can't grasp The Anthropology
of Family Marching Formations. How
he leads at Home Depot, followed by
wife, dutiful, then joyless brat-gaggle.
Now, because of his Alzheimer's,
she takes the point, grown-up kids
as far away as geographically possible.
He, of course, wanders, remembering,
though, the Republican Playbook,
which he babbles at strangers.
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Groups Descending on Washington
Declaring their free way
should be yours &
thirsting for the day
you get forced
to dance their dance.
Declaring their free way
should be yours &
thirsting for the day
you get forced
to dance their dance.
Labels: pressure groups, Washington
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Two Very Humongous Bankers
-More banks failing!
-Penny-ante!
-But we're too big to fail! I love it.
-And Uncle still keeps carrying the cash bags in.
-Does that make him a bag man?
-Shhh! No Mafia hints. Our PR has already taken
huge hits! Little people think us thieves.
Even some of our heavy friends concur.
-We merely speculated in risky financial instruments.
What else is new?
-Nothing. But we just found us one hell of a depositor!
-As good Republicans, we're against it all! In theory.
-But keep it coming!
-No moral hazard. Worst we can do is lose Uncle’s money.
-Let’s fuck him first. That’s his moral hazard.
-More banks failing!
-Penny-ante!
-But we're too big to fail! I love it.
-And Uncle still keeps carrying the cash bags in.
-Does that make him a bag man?
-Shhh! No Mafia hints. Our PR has already taken
huge hits! Little people think us thieves.
Even some of our heavy friends concur.
-We merely speculated in risky financial instruments.
What else is new?
-Nothing. But we just found us one hell of a depositor!
-As good Republicans, we're against it all! In theory.
-But keep it coming!
-No moral hazard. Worst we can do is lose Uncle’s money.
-Let’s fuck him first. That’s his moral hazard.
Labels: bankers
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
War Pigs by Black Sabbath
Marking joys under
the hammering track.
A little boy's feet moving
without resistance as
in a dream of feet his
father carries him.
Marking joys under
the hammering track.
A little boy's feet moving
without resistance as
in a dream of feet his
father carries him.
Labels: war pigs
