Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Rocco Meets His Teabagger

Dr Onofrio, Literary Scholar of Defunct American Fascist Writers!
And, of course, present Teabagger--unless I miss my guess.

Right on, Rocco! Democrats, aka Socialists, tilting the table of money
towards the stinking rabble.

Blacks, you mean. Group you hate the most.

I hate everybody!

That’s literary. You learned that attitude slogging through your PhD at Penn
with the other malcontents and drama queens.

No! Literally true. I literally hate...!

Uh huh? How about getting real and ranking your top three groups for me?

Be glad to. First is blacks, of course. Oh, excuse me, Afro-Americans!
Must be politically correct, the low gear of our pretend democracy.

And the second?

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!”

Predictable so far.

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.

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.

I disown them! They’re ghinnies all the way through. Plastic-covered furniture
and a goat in the backyard!

Please call again.

Try and stop me!

They always come back!–but whatever for?

In Rocco’s S Philadelphia, a child often returns with disdain.

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Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Rocco Listens to Huge Solution Sam

Well Sam, I understand you want to make Obama President For Life!

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.

A little document call the Constitution?

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!


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!

History, unlike today, is silent on the matter. But, have you run this latest
huge idea of yours past any Republicans?

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.

You make them sound like Divas.

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.”

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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.

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Sunday, September 27, 2009



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.

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Saturday, September 26, 2009


When Fate Throws Curve Balls

Hack! Standing there puzzling
the spin leaves life to umpires.


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.


Thursday, September 24, 2009

Getting It Done

Our lead negotiator on Helkin doing a crackerjack job...

I'll need details.

and despite...

Despite what?

Well, a horrendous divorce proceeding has him reeling emotionally.

Emotionally means every which way.

Not so with him. He can separate.

My source there tells me Old Man Helkin flying in.
They smell blood in the water. So I'll be taking over.

And our guy?

Back to his department with faint gratitude.

There’s a problem. HR slid a new guy into his slot--
negotiations were slated to go on for so long and...

He has no job? Fire him.

Boss! Excuse me, but that's so cold!

Not tiddlywinks we play here.

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Wednesday, September 23, 2009



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.

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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.

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Monday, September 21, 2009


Christian Fury

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


Sunday, September 20, 2009


Question For the Rages

Is the lie sidestep-
ing neurotics a true lie?

Worse. You dance
to a tune despised.

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Saturday, September 19, 2009



"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.


Friday, September 18, 2009

Race In America

The fish says “Water?
What water?”


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!”

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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.

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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?

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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


Sunday, September 13, 2009



Moderns rule
it out &

yet it lingers.
Possessing en-

ergy we didn’t
chip in.


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.

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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?

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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.”


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.

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Tuesday, September 08, 2009

1st Tee, Sea Island GA

-Never asked you what you did.

-I buy.

-Particular products?

-Not so. Legislators.

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Monday, September 07, 2009

Rocco and the Penn Economist

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!

Slightly high. A few of us deal with the real world.

You’re inventing that too! Let me know when you make cucumbers into sunbeams.

Trade secret!

Rocco engages many in South Philadelphia.

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Sunday, September 06, 2009

The Haunting

The obsessed cre-
ates the obsession
by accretion until

it’s surreal, & thus

to itself. In love,
the beloved may
refashion to please,

or taunt,


Saturday, September 05, 2009


A Stupid War

grinds on and on
until one madman


Friday, September 04, 2009


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.

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Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Two Very Humongous Bankers

-More banks failing!


-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.


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.


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