Saturday, June 23, 2018
The Mishmash of Clear History
Pickup For______
-Is there anything for me?
-Nothing you haven’t already supplied
yourself.
-Where’s the fun in that?
-We’re not children, needing surprises
to go on.
-Says who? Speak for yourself John Alden!
-Triangular love resonates during Indian Wars?
-We needed myths to counter actual
Trails of Tears.
-Now they’re saying you can’t be an illegal on stolen land!
-And that continues resonating in this nation of sore losers!
-Best American trait is smiling through
while eating shit!
-That in Constitution?
-Beautifully phrased! Exquisitely declared!
-I’m beginning to cry!
-They love that! Do the Fascists.
-Speak for yourself, Joe Goebbels?
Labels: American Indians, Fascism, genocide, Indian Wars, Puritan, Trail of Tears
Thursday, August 24, 2017
Two For the Hee-Haw
Before and After
-To truly experience Fascism, you must
go to one of Trump’s Rallies.
...
-Blood and soil!
-The blood will be in your nose, and
the soil in your pants.
-Ja wohl! Makes it real!
/////
The Right Plays
-Will Trump ever get together
with us Fellow Republicans?
-Must! For Fascism!
-American Fascism could
obliterate the World!
-Why stop dere? O mein NASA Fuhrer!
Labels: American Fascism, Blood and Soil, Fascism, NASA, Republican, Republican Fascism
Sunday, August 13, 2017
Two For Now
-President barking at the North Koreans
like a First Sergeant.
-Finding his stripes?
-When he does they’ll be penal!
-Got the poor gooks in a shit fit!
-What else is new?
-Nazis rioting in Charlottesville.
-Fascism got tired of creeping
and into full gallop?
-Ja whol!
-Why not throw in a few Seig Heils?
-Not quite time.
-I’m losing patience! Unless the Republicans
can return to their old aplomb in going up
our ass for their billionaire buddies, I’m turning
off on freaking politics entirely!
-Where are the aplombs of yesteryear?
-Annie barred the door!
-I thought that was Katy.
-She’ll do in a pinch.
-Bring in the chorus girls anyway! Who can stand the rest?
-Wonderful! But we gotta flush out the clowns first.
-Clown-Flushing the greatest skill known to man.
-How about to women?
-They just laugh.
-Bitterly?
-There’s another way?
-Kumbaya!
-No more of that drizzly shit for me ! Everybody laughed.
-Let them snort coke!
-Marie Antoinette said that.
-From the basket?
-Yeah, the original Talking Head!
Labels: American Fascism, Fascism, Kumbaya, Marie Antoinette, Nazi, President.Marie, Republican
Saturday, November 19, 2016
-Is it Fascism yet?
-You always ask that under
Republicans?
-Their love! Law und Order,
Crack Some Skulls. Make
America grate again! G-r-a...
-Don’t spell it! And, thereby,
The One-Percent super
comfortable?
-Both parties strive there–-
called “Reaching for the
Golden Ring.”
-Will you be brought in
for questioning and never
again heard from?
-Promise you'll remember me!
-It it's allowed. Didn’t Hamlet say
words to your effect?
-Why he’ll be forbidden.
-What happened to Reagan’s
Shining City on the Hill?
-Shines tried climbing up to it.
Labels: American Fascism, Fascism, Hamlet, Law and Order, Reagan, Republican, Republican Fascism, Shining City on Hill
Thursday, October 13, 2016
The Right Media
frequently congratulates itself
on its brilliance.
Especially the contention that
Fascism will come from the Left.
Not the bet presently.
Labels: American Fascism, Fascism, Left, Right, Right Fascism, Right Media
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Managing a Personal Crisis
-Your Government has a stake in
Dorine’s accepting you back.
Maintained “Drack” Carruthers–-
as his official badge announced.
-Cut it out! I don’t believe it!
Too penny-ante!
-You’d think, but both political parties
see our Nation’s future as comprised
of vibrant families.
-So what?
-What is you and she marry, produce
babies.
-Uh huh? Well, let me tell you
something! How about my
taking HER back? Why am
I always the meeching victim?
-Well, you mostly are. It’s been
your history.
-Is it...just the Government?
-Well, with our partners. Primary to your case:
Rejuvenation-Max LLC.
-Not familiar.
-You shoot a goose grease up your ass daily?
-Hemorrhoids.
-Precisely. Cost them a penny a pound.
By the time you use a pound it’s over a
thousand bucks to them.
-But I don’t understand. With or without
Dorine, I’d still use the product.
-Yeah but outside of a stable relationship,
you get erratic, miss a dose now and again.
-And multiply that by other fuckbrains...?
-Bingo! They’ve asked her to take you
back also...and there are others.
-I’m mad to come in contact with them!
-Oh?
-Whitman.
-Your profile mentions your quoting him. I...like your
eyes when you do. Dreamy not a bad approximation.
-Stop it! My eyes? Hardly know they’re around.
-Nonetheless. And I’m being objective. Dreamy.
-Well, I get a kick outa that! Coming, uh, back to Dorine...
-Oh I think we just moved on from her, don’t you?
Labels: breakup, Fascism, Government "Partners", Government Policy, relationship, social work, socialism, Whitman
Friday, February 27, 2015
Two Comedians on a Shingle
BOTH
We live in Cocoa Beach, awash in
putrid Right-Wing Radio.
ONE
That's ONE Fascist stink!
TWO
Aspiring. Too incoherent to get there yet.
ONE
Beware! The Idiots' Lobby is very very
strong!
TWO
I'm bewaring! Should I get a gun?
ONE
What else?
TWO
We're spose to dance off singing a song
about mothers.
ONE
Uh uh! Mine just told me to go f-
TWO
Why do some people ruin just perfectly
lovely schemes? Family, Home, Nation!
ONE
It's like a tide-ful of rubbers.
TWO
But THAT could be either Right OR Left!
ONE
Not aesthetically.
Labels: aesthetics, American Fascism, Cocoa Beach, Fascism, Left, Right Wing Radio
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Rewards
The Right Wing Government had featured much Freedom-Mouthing, and leaders
in limousine monstrosities followed by
Yes Persons in buses.
The leaders were murdered by the Revolution,
and scruffy newcomers took over in jeeps.
The Yes Persons, of course, switched
their tunes seamlessly.
Soon enough, the revolutionists evolved
into Armani suits, the limos returned,
and everything relaxed.
Five years in and we were pretty much
into the Every Man a King, Every
Woman a Queen phase.
Which takes us to the present milieu, best illustrated by a walk I took with my friend
in Minneapolis.
The first wave we encountered wore PERSON OF THE YEAR tshirts. Followed by LITTLE LEAGUE CAPTAINS of their various times.
Then GIRL SCOUT GOLDENS!--
COOKIE SELLERS EXTRAORDINAIRE!
Most of the award winners had pushed
ahead as a sort of impromptu parade,
some carrying actual trophies which
flayed around dangerously. Such flashing hazard proved too chaotic to TOP INNOVATIVE BUSINESSMAN 2032.
He organized them by screaming.
BOWLERS OF THE DECADE, ST PAUL, helped him, and soon was restored aimless milling, and Top Innovative's sanity.
BEST LITERARY SCHOLAR, TWIN CITIES, EXCLUDING DOWNTOWNS AND NEIGHBORHOODS SURROUNDING
GUTHRIE THEATER smiled, once we got close enough to read his tshirt.
We were about to test him with obscure allusions when a Grandmother shrieked
at us in no recognizable language.
Then we did decipher "Where's your accomplishments, Numbnuts
Nothings from Nowhere?”
"Mine are home. Mother taught us not to flaunt." I answered.
My friend added, "When all are marvels, who does the work?"
“Not you!” she snapped, this CHEERLEADER OF THE CENTURY. “I recognize your type, calling everybody whores and sluts!"
“If the shoe fits...” he fired back.
“Yeah? Well, when they snuffed the old regime, they missed you two. Well, let me tell you, that can be remedied!” She joined
THE PARAMOUNT-TOP DELINQUENTS (FORMER) CLUB, playing boccie in
Elliot park.
Finally she pointed to us, her silk jacket taking on a leaping iridescence in her agitation after missing a blocking shot.
Her team threatened with upraised fists too.
Discretion being the better part, etc., we slid though the prestigious crowd, finally entering the Hot Dog Depot.
Award-Winning of course.
We sat on a very large and quite artistic
BEST OF THE FOOTLONGS, SAN DIEGO trophy in marble.
You'd think they wouldn't allow that
but they did.
The Right Wing Government had featured much Freedom-Mouthing, and leaders
in limousine monstrosities followed by
Yes Persons in buses.
The leaders were murdered by the Revolution,
and scruffy newcomers took over in jeeps.
The Yes Persons, of course, switched
their tunes seamlessly.
Soon enough, the revolutionists evolved
into Armani suits, the limos returned,
and everything relaxed.
Five years in and we were pretty much
into the Every Man a King, Every
Woman a Queen phase.
Which takes us to the present milieu, best illustrated by a walk I took with my friend
in Minneapolis.
The first wave we encountered wore PERSON OF THE YEAR tshirts. Followed by LITTLE LEAGUE CAPTAINS of their various times.
Then GIRL SCOUT GOLDENS!--
COOKIE SELLERS EXTRAORDINAIRE!
Most of the award winners had pushed
ahead as a sort of impromptu parade,
some carrying actual trophies which
flayed around dangerously. Such flashing hazard proved too chaotic to TOP INNOVATIVE BUSINESSMAN 2032.
He organized them by screaming.
BOWLERS OF THE DECADE, ST PAUL, helped him, and soon was restored aimless milling, and Top Innovative's sanity.
BEST LITERARY SCHOLAR, TWIN CITIES, EXCLUDING DOWNTOWNS AND NEIGHBORHOODS SURROUNDING
GUTHRIE THEATER smiled, once we got close enough to read his tshirt.
We were about to test him with obscure allusions when a Grandmother shrieked
at us in no recognizable language.
Then we did decipher "Where's your accomplishments, Numbnuts
Nothings from Nowhere?”
"Mine are home. Mother taught us not to flaunt." I answered.
My friend added, "When all are marvels, who does the work?"
“Not you!” she snapped, this CHEERLEADER OF THE CENTURY. “I recognize your type, calling everybody whores and sluts!"
“If the shoe fits...” he fired back.
“Yeah? Well, when they snuffed the old regime, they missed you two. Well, let me tell you, that can be remedied!” She joined
THE PARAMOUNT-TOP DELINQUENTS (FORMER) CLUB, playing boccie in
Elliot park.
Finally she pointed to us, her silk jacket taking on a leaping iridescence in her agitation after missing a blocking shot.
Her team threatened with upraised fists too.
Discretion being the better part, etc., we slid though the prestigious crowd, finally entering the Hot Dog Depot.
Award-Winning of course.
We sat on a very large and quite artistic
BEST OF THE FOOTLONGS, SAN DIEGO trophy in marble.
You'd think they wouldn't allow that
but they did.
Labels: award, Fascism, revolution, reward, socialism
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Idiots Onboard
I like the cable crime
shows from Europe. Dark-
ly complex. & when
there's a political back-
ground, same as here:
Nazis versus the rest of us.
Latest pseudo-intellectual
suck-pop is that Nazis
are actually LEFT Wingers.
Exposes yet another Euro-delusion.
Why those poor idiots abroad
contend, too, that their high wages
& month vacations & strong
unions & universal medical care
& unemployment safety net
are actually good things. But fools
have traded Freedom for them.
Heil Freedom! The true bread being
that for the spirit, not the gross body!
Labels: American Fascism, European Socialism, Fascism, freedom
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
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Rocco and Hate Everything Fred
ROCCO
Well, Happy Fred! How's the election going to your jaundiced eye? How 'bout Obama-Biden?
HATE EVERYTHING FRED
Boy Scout and Babbler!
ROCCO
McCain and Palin?
FRED
Coot and Cunt.
ROCCO
Who would you have be president, o Hate Everything?
FRED
Ron Paul!
ROCCO
The seeming opposite of your crabby liberal sentiments!
At least that's what I get from all the spew over the years.
FRED
Constitution not a joke book to him.
ROCCO
And VP?
FRED
Joe Hill.
ROCCO
Joe Hill! He's been dead forever! You hafta at least pretend to be alive.
HATE EVERYTHING FRED
Nobody dies who Fascism kills. Utah put five bullets in
his left side. That's the wit of Fascism.
That kind of wit is very alive today in this despicable country!
ROCCO
But left-body is also where the heart is, no?
FRED
You got that right!
ROCCO
Does Hitler live, Fred?
FRED
In America yeah. But he’s dead in Germany.
ROCCO
You wouldn’t overstate now, would you?
FRED
Why do you think we brought all those German scientists here
after the war? We knew they’d be right at home!
Labels: Democrat, election, Fascism, Joe Hill, Republican
Monday, August 11, 2008
(another version)
Supreme Court
Fascism advances,
Bible in hand.
O’er ramparts of
grammatical clause.*
*"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment
of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof."
Supreme Court
Fascism advances,
Bible in hand.
O’er ramparts of
grammatical clause.*
*"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment
of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof."
Labels: Fascism, religion, Supreme Court
Supreme Court
Fascism advances
Bible in hand.
Over the “Uh huh?”
Clause.*
*"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment
of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof."
Fascism advances
Bible in hand.
Over the “Uh huh?”
Clause.*
*"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment
of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof."
Labels: Fascism, religion, Supreme Court
