Sunday, January 31, 2010
Plans
I state I can salve a controversy by
confronting female responsible. My
friend laughs “She’d eat you alive!”
Oh? Am I that...? Whatever. Incredulous
at first, but once thought permitted,
awful clarity. At other times, meaning
to spring inside political frenzies but
warned of accelerating wheels meshing
within wheels. Thus I’d show hopeless-
ly anachronistic, getting crushed
into the bargain.
Okay then, good intentions, so
Road to Hell when you act on ‘em,
track past chaos when you don’t.
Labels: judgement
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Why Salinger Ceased
Adults stew
pollution. So
in on the joke
before becoming it.
Labels: adults, children, Salinger
Friday, January 29, 2010
President Thrusts Hand. Again
to Republicans. They, block-
heads running for office
perpetually say no. Along
with their Rich Mantra. Join-
ing, thus, for un-legislation.
The Supreme Court purloins
that task.
Labels: President, Republican, Supreme Court
Thursday, January 28, 2010
State of Union
President touts his
laundry list to supporters,
raucous. Other band,
save when he fingers
schemes they feel
they’ve birthed, sits further down
on its hands. Why even be present
in such a pickling? For ritual and
for face time. Gangs
of Faces already too
familiar, collapsed from
the gravity of political angst.
Let’s vary the song and
send OUT the clowns.
Labels: Congress, President, State of Union
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Pair o’ Dem Operatives
-They took Mass when we wuzn’t lookin!
-Shame on us!
-Another pretty face. Male model in pickup truck.
Thus semi-rugged man of the peoples.
-I love it! Both sexes can get a hardon. How many more of those they got back in the reactionary garage?
-Or beauty queens? Lift ‘em right off the calendars
hanging there.
-The total whacks got their divine Sarah already.
-Looking great and doornail dumb.
-Hey! She can learn.
-Plant a couple of chips in there and she’ll talk an hour on
Frederick the Great.
-Will that be required?
-Y’never know.
-Less she says the better! For everybody’s sake!
-Yeah, like the young quarterback. You don’t give him too much to do. Too many screwup factors looming.
-“Looming” is what we’re gonna get!
-Them too.
-They took Mass when we wuzn’t lookin!
-Shame on us!
-Another pretty face. Male model in pickup truck.
Thus semi-rugged man of the peoples.
-I love it! Both sexes can get a hardon. How many more of those they got back in the reactionary garage?
-Or beauty queens? Lift ‘em right off the calendars
hanging there.
-The total whacks got their divine Sarah already.
-Looking great and doornail dumb.
-Hey! She can learn.
-Plant a couple of chips in there and she’ll talk an hour on
Frederick the Great.
-Will that be required?
-Y’never know.
-Less she says the better! For everybody’s sake!
-Yeah, like the young quarterback. You don’t give him too much to do. Too many screwup factors looming.
-“Looming” is what we’re gonna get!
-Them too.
Labels: Democrat, Massachusetts, Palin, Republican
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Pair o’ Top Guns
-He’s seeking bipartisan again. A chance he means it?
-No matter. Block everything! Nothing is too petty.
-That’s not a strategy. It’s a stance. And the people are
getting fatigued with...
-We’ll hit him in more major ways when the next big disaster comes roaring down the pike.
-We’ll boost it!
-Amen! For the time being we know our brand is in the toilet.
-Hey! We’ve won a few lately!
-Piddling. Candidates who ran away from the label. Independents, hah hah, or poseurs in pickup trucks.
-Love that later one! How many times more can....?
-Even our licking media dogs will tire of that one. Bullshit can never really have legs.
-That’s why it’s bullshit. But I weary of our constant obstruction. It’s a loser in the long run.
-Yeah, but there’s an overriding virtue for now: Clarity!
-He’s seeking bipartisan again. A chance he means it?
-No matter. Block everything! Nothing is too petty.
-That’s not a strategy. It’s a stance. And the people are
getting fatigued with...
-We’ll hit him in more major ways when the next big disaster comes roaring down the pike.
-We’ll boost it!
-Amen! For the time being we know our brand is in the toilet.
-Hey! We’ve won a few lately!
-Piddling. Candidates who ran away from the label. Independents, hah hah, or poseurs in pickup trucks.
-Love that later one! How many times more can....?
-Even our licking media dogs will tire of that one. Bullshit can never really have legs.
-That’s why it’s bullshit. But I weary of our constant obstruction. It’s a loser in the long run.
-Yeah, but there’s an overriding virtue for now: Clarity!
Labels: Party of "No"
Monday, January 25, 2010
Constitution
Old Girl has been torqued
and porked by ideologues.
Yielding such inanities
as Money is Speech
when it buys elections,
and the vague militia
of humankind is free
to try machine guns in
wasting recalcitrant
neighbors or offing
faithless lovers.
A Convention is past due.
O Left and Right will shriek
at each other, but moderates
might true her with
some modern sense.
Labels: Constitution, Constitutional Convention
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Our Song
The couples glitter,
moving through, hang-
ing on each other, day
or night. Everything new.
Later that song pangs
in lonely mid stride.
Labels: relationship, song
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Nature Boy
Named before the syrupy song, I think, guy run-
ing roads around West Chester, Pennsylvania in
a sort of diaper. In his 70s by then, best guess.
Lived with sister--harking back, I, to news item when
he, as those owning all ranks & regimens, cashes in.
Elvis impersonator hereabouts lives with his mother.
Better for most to dwell with someone, regardless
of prattle from those knowing better about everything--
many of these so thoroughly alone it fulfills prescription
for dank existentialism.
Named before the syrupy song, I think, guy run-
ing roads around West Chester, Pennsylvania in
a sort of diaper. In his 70s by then, best guess.
Lived with sister--harking back, I, to news item when
he, as those owning all ranks & regimens, cashes in.
Elvis impersonator hereabouts lives with his mother.
Better for most to dwell with someone, regardless
of prattle from those knowing better about everything--
many of these so thoroughly alone it fulfills prescription
for dank existentialism.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Milestones on the Road To Fascism
Dred Scott v. Sandford
Bush v. Gore
Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission
Dred Scott v. Sandford
Bush v. Gore
Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission
Labels: Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission, Fascism, Supreme Court
Brace of Rightys
-Haitians want to flee the quakes and horror by getting on wrecks of boats and coming here.
-Thanks but no thanks.
-But they want our good things: opportunity and freedom!
-Yeah? Whiten ‘em up and we’ll see.
-That’s impossible!
-So is everything else.
-God made them the way they are!
-Knew it was SOMEbody’s fault.
-Haitians want to flee the quakes and horror by getting on wrecks of boats and coming here.
-Thanks but no thanks.
-But they want our good things: opportunity and freedom!
-Yeah? Whiten ‘em up and we’ll see.
-That’s impossible!
-So is everything else.
-God made them the way they are!
-Knew it was SOMEbody’s fault.
Labels: Haitians, Right Wing
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Republican Populism
Suckers convinced
to advance what
muggers wish.
When was “useful idiot”
minted? Did Lenin say
it first? Knowing crass
dynamics as Marx
our ruling class.
Labels: Republican Populism
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Latest Human Suffering
you see and hear
after Haiti Quake.
Answer appeal
for money.
Charity as sum.
And totem,
shaking a gourd.
Not for absolution,
but delay, since, by
the lyric of Mose Alison,
Your Time Will Come.
Labels: Charity, Fate, Haiti, Hope
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
The Combination
Add to the righty vitriol
pouring from late night radio
the Same Old Medicine Show
where Dr Gullroper promises
Cancer cures or more from
his magic powder. Studies done
at obscure British universities! No
zealots without suckers.
Labels: Medicine Show, Right Wing
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Even His Fantasies Clotted
Thus moaning actress
blocked by his 3rd grade
teacher, still young and pretty,
and likewise moaning. Actually,
actress groans on background, then
both shut down for his mas-
culine grunts. Say bye bye since
a clot speeds from leg to brain,
without stopping for coffee.
Thus moaning actress
blocked by his 3rd grade
teacher, still young and pretty,
and likewise moaning. Actually,
actress groans on background, then
both shut down for his mas-
culine grunts. Say bye bye since
a clot speeds from leg to brain,
without stopping for coffee.
Friday, January 15, 2010
The Bad News
Our youngsters refuse
to blow themselves up.
A true lack, religious one.
Pro-active ecclesiastics
must gather on this.
The Good News
should include self-
destruction for
the Higher and
National good.*
*"Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully
as when they do it from a religious conviction" - Pascal
Thursday, January 14, 2010
A Marriage of Fury
Fringe-o Liberals
and Tea Partiers
impale each other
on satire's blade
with animating gusto.
Too bad. They could
make common cause. A-
gainst Wall Street, for one.
Those slicers and dicers
devising insane "products"
to boost bonuses of pirates,
then receiving government bail-
outs for egregious criminality. So
link hands in anger! The rest
being literary pose,
easy to dispense with.
Labels: liberal, Tea Partiers, Wall Street, Wall Street Casino
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Security
Republicans have been blowing
this Horn of Plenty since 9-11.
Result: we’ve surveilled & wire-
tapped just about everyone & got-
ten submerged by menace,
imagined mostly. & lists.
& lists of lists.
Time for clearer
guys & girls
to edit past this
shit of fear.
Labels: security
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Latest Great Case
Supremes ponder on
the treacherous foot-
ing of whichever
amendments attorneys
degradingly tangle.
We have people in
our towns and cities
labeled bullshitters.
They hardly ponder
but their contribution
to American life proves
immeasurable as the basic
model for jurisprudence.
Labels: Supreme Court
Monday, January 11, 2010
Big Tent in the Sunshine–Florida’s GOP Chair forced to resign
“Florida Republicans
are tearing up the tent
and using the canvas
to make hoods.”*
Close enough, but nice
people dislike such
harshness. Indecorous.
*TPM reader Boone’s response
Labels: Big Tent, Republican
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Ah but when*
she’s very pretty
and you’re not,
can get burned.
It’s certain-
ly a gamble. If
you’re lucky, super-
ficial, she, as you, in
pressing concerns.
*10 secrets to approaching single women -Yahoo
she’s very pretty
and you’re not,
can get burned.
It’s certain-
ly a gamble. If
you’re lucky, super-
ficial, she, as you, in
pressing concerns.
*10 secrets to approaching single women -Yahoo
Labels: relationship
Saturday, January 09, 2010
The Switch
We marry ourselves,
for convenience.*
*"We judge ourselves by our ideals; others
by their actions. It is a great convenience."
-- Howard Zinn
We marry ourselves,
for convenience.*
*"We judge ourselves by our ideals; others
by their actions. It is a great convenience."
-- Howard Zinn
Labels: marriage of convenience
Friday, January 08, 2010
To the Barricades!
With a Liberal? I
say no thanks. He’ll
fuck it up. Con-
servative? No
problem.
He’ll get bribed
and stay home.
Labels: Conservative, liberal
Thursday, January 07, 2010
The Listening
Black friend tells me some-
thing undeniably true, but
I can’t hear it
anymore. Is there
a duty to keep hearing? Or, as
I inevitably conclude, no
duty at all towards anything
at all. Just too down
or up rational, thinking.
One’s system filters
an aesthetic with
or without it.
Labels: duty
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
The Market Providing Its Magic
As I soft-pedal reservations touch-
ing safety of my investment,
the Banker, oleaginous
feline digesting a canary,
gives “I’m not worried!”
Shortly, reach only his
secretary. It’s all gone,
of course,
All of it.
At least the canary
left a few feathers
f-
loat-
ing down
on all
the suckers.
Labels: banking, Free Market
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
The Robot Feels Me Up
-The robot feels me up.
-That’s you. Sex in everything.
-You like it I suppose.
-Wish it’d go further.
-Men are filth! But that’s not news.
-No, it’s not. But I’ll inquire about plugging in a less intrusive module.
-Thank you. The Age of Electronic Chivalry is not dead!
-Something like that. Let’s...just get by.
-Can life become more stupid? Patted down every time you leave your house!
-Republicans wanted only if going on trip of more than five miles.
-Yeah they’re for FREEDOM. Cue laughter.
-So I could drive four miles with a rectum bomb and get on the Helo-Bus
and blow it up over the city!
-For what reason?
-Don’t hafta have one. All the ridiculous causes are dead.
-Along with religion. All hail!...something.
-Whatever.
-The robot feels me up.
-That’s you. Sex in everything.
-You like it I suppose.
-Wish it’d go further.
-Men are filth! But that’s not news.
-No, it’s not. But I’ll inquire about plugging in a less intrusive module.
-Thank you. The Age of Electronic Chivalry is not dead!
-Something like that. Let’s...just get by.
-Can life become more stupid? Patted down every time you leave your house!
-Republicans wanted only if going on trip of more than five miles.
-Yeah they’re for FREEDOM. Cue laughter.
-So I could drive four miles with a rectum bomb and get on the Helo-Bus
and blow it up over the city!
-For what reason?
-Don’t hafta have one. All the ridiculous causes are dead.
-Along with religion. All hail!...something.
-Whatever.
