Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Coffee After Sad Fact
-And you're treating? I'm overwhelmed!
-As you know, Statue of Limitations has run out.
-We had been waiting for your last minute "Criminal" Barrage.
-Agents pissed, but we’re not going in ever again without
totally solid cases.
-What you see as criminal I see as opportunity.
-That's a Universal!
-Uh huh? Time to change the law again. Make it reflect real life!
-Buying legislators?
-No way! No such thing as bribery anymore. Citizens
United Ruling...
-has been such a useful whore to you.
-Long may she reign!
-I wonder if I’ll ever put you inside.
-If you do, then after a bit I’ll purchase tremendous pressure to show
I’ve been convicted under truly anachronistic laws.
-Great Laws!
-Life changes for the good!
-How can you get that last word in your mouth?
-How can we get any words in our mouths?
Labels: bribery, Citizens United, conviction, criminal, criminal case, FBI, Investigator, Legislature
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Western Protest
Federal Courthouse but the Freedom sign hanging
outside it.
Here, Dust Hoxey makes his stand.
An overhead shot taken by CNN shows the seated man
criss-crossed by bandoleers, At least two leaning assault
rifles.
“I don’t use the toilet but the normal amount,” he explains.
“Can’t wash in it, of course.” He explains further that negotiating
the use of a sink has broken down.
“No real guarantee they won’t nab me then.”
His brother has been reached by local media. Shrugging:
“Good luck to him! Every time he explains his government shit,
comes out different! I just know Sheriff busy with traffic there,
so I can beat my bitch like a drum!”
Labels: FBI, government ownership, land, occupation, protest, right wing violence, Sheriff, sovereignty, violence, Violence Against Women, West, women
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
The Art of War
and they is us
Winter of our discontent
insists Candidate N
in the fifteenth year
of the war to save us from...
we’d all forgotten.
Candidate B singing
Happy Days Are Here Again!
Meaning round the corner
where Spring could be.
Buds and all that good shit!
The Enemy wishes to field
a contender but the President
maintains we haven’t sunk that low
to the contender for contender.
Lower than a snake’s belly!
he ruralates.
The hicks go forever ecstasy
over their own. We have guns!
they shriek. Wanting in.
The army stays Professional!
stresses General Mulcahy,
waving his Art of War.
The Libertarian Candidate
proposes a flat tax,
flatter than Aunt Tillie’s Tits
re the country song.
We tried that and it’s shit!
the Enemy chimes in
and is escorted out.
The Socialists blame the bedlam
on Capitalism, but can’t
find an argument
that sticks. The FBI has been hunting
arguments in order to butter up
all sides. They’d arrest the damn
Enemy, but he’s too well-connected.
Labels: "enemy", Capitalism, enemy, fatigue, FBI, Libertarian, long war, Socialist, war
