Sunday, December 30, 2018
Conversing
-Finally, fatally, done between you and
Brittany?
-Undeliverable! me, in snail-mail terms.
-That seems to be good. Have you
learned anything?
-No. Nothing.
-Did she?
-Just how to add another to
her bodycount.
-And go on?
-Like the mighty Mississippi!
-I don’t buy it! You, Victim.
Her, Natural Force!
-She’s evolved. Started as a
mere triple-handful.
-Your rhetoric is, like, self-destructive!
-Nah! Self-INstructive. You win some,
lose some, and some are called
for tsunamis.
-She’s a woman, not an entire world.
-No, the latter would be Steph!
-Already?
-No choice. Mother Nature sent her
to bail me out of funk, much depraved!
-Angel, she?
-Stay with my last word.
-You trying to make Literature here?
It’s a few jokers sort of tragic at
any rate.
-There’s time. Steph carries my
obliteration in her trim bosom.
-And...lower down?
-Must you vulgarize everything?
-I’m registered Republican. No!
Really!
-I can’t talk to you about anything!
-Just the opposite! But you’re required
to acknowledge my superiority!
-There’s hardly a choice.
Labels: affairs, Left, Republican, Right, righteous, sex
Saturday, October 20, 2018
Hate Radio
has a life-change
going on
and on
about surreptitiously kind
Quarter-Assed Righty President.
With alarming examples
of the more real, and even
homicidal, despising
coming from the LEFT!--
formerly a laughing-stock,
in anecdote and song,
of Pansy Ineffectuality!
Don’t get me wrong:of Pansy Ineffectuality!
Such forlorn ragtags
can also hate.
But hardly as naturally,
nor to the manner born.
Labels: Conservative, Hate Radio, Left, Right Wing
Monday, July 23, 2018
SSF
-...and proposed Shit-Storm Factor?
1-10?
-11!
-You know the most important factor?
When you really lay down blankets
of lies?
-You start to fiercely believe them?
-What’s more natural? All life is invented
anyway. Forget the stupid
rationalizations beforehand.
-How about the ones of Faith?
-No thanks, just puked.
-The Lefties’ll pee their lace panties!
-Our wondrous evil has its diuretic effects.
Labels: evil, faith, infection, Left, lying, pragmatism, religion, Right Wing
Wednesday, October 04, 2017
Their Less-Than-Great Debate
L-R
-Each side waits for the other to slip, and then
pounces full force!
-Is it a long wait?
-Never.
-What’s the difference then?
-The Left sins with excessive, and often silly,
regulation, but their hearts in a safe place
for us all, usually. If halfass. But...really
makes for pointed satire.
-And the R...?
--Total pricks!
-I heard they were hundred percent for the Wealthy!
-How can you say that?
-Maybe, their actions?
Labels: Left, political debate, Regulation, Right, wealthy
Wednesday, September 06, 2017
Rt-Lft
-I wouldn’t screw her with your dick!
-What a lovely figure of speech?
Then again, you’re a lovely
figure of speech!
-Fuck the Fairy Talk!
-Heil Hitler!
-For sure! Hey! Some ball-less minister
says you’re spose to love me!
-That God is dead!
-Don’t you think Heaven is Open Carry? Really?
-If it is I’ll keep going!
------------
Hurricane Irma halts things after this, a bit.
Labels: God is dead, guns, Hitler, Left, open carry, Right
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, May 12, 2016
Fearing Political Murder
-I’m worried about violence with this election.
-Oh I don’t know. Loose talk now will translate
to boredom as things go on, punctuated by
nasty cartoons of commercials.
-How nasty? There’s the key that turns the
idiots’ locks!
-Oh come on now! Statistically almost nothing.
How many homicidals in each camp? Insignificant.
-Oh the Left, less than five percent.
-That high?
-On the Right, approaching twenty.
-No way! Why the central cadre there is impotent
by its very nature: Old White Men! Give me a break!
-Ah but they’ve worked up Nazis and apprentice morons!
-Allow all to heil and that will be enough for them.
-I suspect not.
-The Chinese curse is
May you live in interesting times.
-Interesting I don’t mind; murderous I do.
Labels: Chinese Curse, heil, Left, Nazi, Political Murder, political violence, Right, violence
Thursday, February 04, 2016
Faces
-Reagan, the genial face of totally horrible, racist,
repressive, and exploitative politics!
-Oh come ON now! What’s the face of vicious
and addlepated Lefty politics?
-Professors meaning absolute good!
-Equals in bullshit therefore!
Labels: Democrat, Left, politics, racist, Reagan, Republican, Right
Friday, December 11, 2015
Truth Takes Plays Off
-The Dems create Monster Bureaucracies.
-Which we obliterate once we...!
-Not so fast! For our Faithful, Golden Jobs!
Veritable Cornucopia thereof!
-Thus the Ideal crashes again on the rocks
of Real-Politics.
-Jettison Imagery! Leave it for the Fairy-Left!
-Oh, I don't know. We have our own. How
about the TOTAL horseshit of Shining City
on the Hill?
-Shhhh! St Gipper always listening.
-I forgot.
-LISTENING!
Labels: Dems, Fairy Left, Gipper, jobs, Left, political jobs, politics, Reagan, Real-Politics, Republican, Right, Shining City on Hill
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
May u live in interesting times
of course, no one SAID this it’s entirely make up
-As a Republican, I don’t like us calling each other Nazis!
-Hell no! That’s for the other party of welfare cheats and
assorted other Lefty thieves!...and their nasty blabbermouths,
queers and lady queers.
-I’d like t’invent a time machine and go back and fix it
that Hitler was never born!
-Yeah, but that’d be no good. We’d all be fuckin Jews!
Labels: Hitler, Jew, Left, Nazi, Nazi label, Republican, Right
Wednesday, August 05, 2015
Volume in Politics
Democratic Strategist
-We always run the same way:
THEY’RE CRAZY! WE’RE NOT!
-But we got our crazies too.
-Few. Far between. Impotent.
Labels: crazies, crazy, Democrat, Left, political strategy, Republican, Right
Monday, May 04, 2015
Hate Mail
Why Swirtzy received so much hate mail remains
a mystery. The hate was rarely directed at him
personally, but at every other target imaginable.
One group sought to destroy the Congress
at one explosive swoop. Another to destroy all
Congresses everywhere. Mostly from the right;
left lacks brio here.
No longer enough room in his mailbox,
so the apartment super gave the mailman
a duplicate key to Swirtzy's storeroom.
Heppy, the Super, declared it a fire hazard
soon after, and offered to load his pickup with
the hate and drive to a landfill.
That's when FBI and Homeland Security stepped in.
Evidence, and must be preserved. The storage room
was sealed, and Mrs Geddings had to give hers up,
moving her spare Hummel menagerie to her apartment.
Swirtzy was so bland, it was hard disliking him, but she
was an expert.
The hometown police drove him to the downtown
offices of both Security Guardians, and he was
grilled separately on the premise that there had to be
more to him than meets the eye.
There wasn't. Less. Their extensive sex questions
especially proved duds. He had none to speak of.
Lucy Hellickson, Lie Detector Operator, dozed. “I gotta
get married!” she told Agent Bellsome, “out half the
week got me whacked!”
Finally the agents labeled him HHN, Hapless,
Hopeless Nerd. Since they had thousands of
leads from his storerooms, they no longer needed him.
So they moved Swirtzy from the mail, with a new
name, to a glacial lake somewhere. He became
a watchman for an empty company that had
moved to Vietnam.
He has been offered a computer to email his
few chums from the old neighborhood, but
turned it down. He knows it would be flooded
by the crazies.
So, when not working, he sits and stares
into the blue lake.
How productive a stare is anybody's guess.
But that's the case with everyone.
Labels: Congress, hate, hate mail, Left, Paranoid Right, Right, witness protection
Monday, April 27, 2015
Call-In
He was letter-perfect on the script, debating
Flap Algent on The Rising Sub.
With the other, not so.
The Gonch, on The Left Will Rise Again, kept
interrupting him, for one thing.
Anyway, two “risings” from Right and Left each.
Mr Headly paid in cash. But withheld a twenty.
“Shrieking! my Friend. Let the reasoning go
at times.”
“I try to hammer the points!”
“Go freakin nuts!”
Labels: call-in, Left, phone-in show, Right, script, Talk Radio
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Appraising Lunatics
Radical Fringes Minus One
-Their Rightest Nut will run!
-No power to ‘im! Where are our Lefty Nuts?
-Extinct!
-Oh come on now! There are some who...
-Herbert Hoover’d invite ‘em in for pool!
Labels: fringe, Herbert Hoover, Left, lunatic fringe, Right
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Conservative Political Action Conference
--in muddled dialog
-Watched CPAC for a week this morning.
-I heard College of Ophthalmologists are monitoring
it for eye-bulge.
-Hey! Have some perspective! Every country in the
world has a vicious Right and Left. Though this
grotesque bunch stands foremost for seething.
-And the Left here has to be largely imagined.
-They do a helluva job on that point! And with
Moslems in the woodwork for a bonus!
-So the speakers be bush? The videos are beautiful!
The whole family walking the snowy ranch?
-Dr Goebbels lives!
-Yeah, but so what? Let them have their bent fun.
The North will rise again!
-Better hurry!
Labels: Angry Right, Conservative Political Action Conference, CPAC, Diffident Left, Goebbels, Left, Right
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
Friday, January 16, 2015
Discussing Great Documents, 1
Both
Prostitution of the Constitution!
Left
Well, hafta bend things just a bit for our agenda.
Right
You like bend? We’ll show you BEND!
Left
Uh...there can be a middle ground.
Right
That’s for fairies!
Labels: agenda, Constitution, fairy, Left, Right
Monday, November 10, 2014
Leans, But Unafraid of Truth
One of our gang is a newspaper columnist. Unlike us,
he leans Right. But, you can always bank on a
stinging answer, no matter where you’re coming from.
“How come they can’t let go of the O’s Community
Organizer past?”
“Makes them seethe anew. They like that. Hand in glove
with Race–-if anybody pulls up in a Purple Scion and asks.”
“Why don’t you write about it? Don’t wanna sound Lefty?”
“I have no care as to how I sound, and never have! But the
sneer in question is cheap coin. I’ve upgraded my Treasury.”
“What kinda newspaperman are YOU?”
“I don’t know: Leaving the yellow but not quite for the pink.”
There he laughs uproariously. He enjoys no humor but his own,
and that so fully, it’s an embarrassment.
Labels: columnist, Community Organizer, humor, Left, newspaper, Obama, Race, Right
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Most Important!
Singularity
They can mouth all the Lefty and Righty shit
they want, but the real question is
Can they raise money? And how
that question insures toadies
from here to eternity!
Labels: Left, money in politics, Right
Saturday, February 01, 2014
As Childhoods Lengthen
Trio
“One thing we will never miss is a college
graduation or a wedding.”
Rudd didn't respond at first. He still smarted
from her goose-step with horizontal finger under
the nose.
All to demonstrate what she took for his Hitlerian
sentiments. Well, he WAS our Righty. The Rolling
Righty!” she proclaimed several times.
I got into her line of sight as a Lefty. She'd ask,
“How many did you kill today, Uncle Joe?”
Then a Cossack dance, faster than possible.
Ever since childhood, she had entertained us, starting
with puppet shows.
Of course, as we got older she showed more edge.
When we left for college, Rudd was too sick.
"Well, Rudd, then the three of us must talk."
I winced.
She went on. "You're gonna die, no reason to think
otherwise, Honey. On the exit ramp. We love you and
all of that, so let's get that out of the way. But when
you're invited to our graduation or my wedding,
you must RSVP.”
“There should be a code. It's nobody else's business!”
I added.
So we decided on 19. Meaning very very sick
and can't make it. Or 7: I'll be there by hook
or crook.
Two sevens for graduation. He’s more wasted in
the wheelchair but getting by. Almost could slide
between the cushion and the steel.
Like a playing card.
When she got the 19 at her wedding, she showed it
to me during the reception. "He dead by now.
He's simply dead." She had been a red-eyed bride,
and I wondering why.
Labels: children, college, death, graduation, Hitler, Left, Right, Stalin, wedding, youth
