Friday, July 15, 2016
Direct
Not that he was one for radical experiments,
but Ash revolted that Spring day.
Pale knot in front of his building, and crude sign:
FAMILY HASENT EATIN!
Up to his office, but has had Doorman Charlie bundle them
into his limo for a trip to the boatyard.
Now, Secretary Jeanine texts Hobart Grimsley there.
Sml yacht delv 2wks. Train this crew!
His old Captain back, of course, but woman
to handle galley. Man, bartender and
general mate. The one cockeyed girl
helping her mother. Other girl, waitress.
Just his business partner along for the
shakedown cruise. Nursing frosty gin and
tonics as afterglow slides silkily under.
“Gotta...be cutest waitress of all time!”
“Thinking of marrying her.”
“You’re some Libertarian! Fuck anybody!”
Labels: boaitng, Family, hunger, inequality, Libertarian, poor, rich, wealth, yacht
Friday, June 24, 2016
The Free Market and God and Adam Smith!
The Respectable Firm
"Another Hopaloo Victory like that and we're outa
business!"
The Old Man always said that, his nurse whispering
assent.
They had returned from the hospice to administer
loyalty oaths concerning The Free Market and God
and Adam Smith!
"Don't need Uncle Sammy's Rule-Boys!"
If Mr Presser had bothered asking, he'd discover
that Hopaloos were a tribe of foreign competitors the
old man's ancestors had once wiped out at a very great cost.
So he showed off by saying it really was a “Carthaginian Victory.”
The nurse immediately fired him!
Too bad. If he had learned anything about the company he'd
have discovered it was possible to know too much.
But that’s a Universal Maxim, no? However eccentric our place
of employment.
The Pressers of this world are too intent on intellectual display
having nothing to do with real business!
Later, Chupsey-the-Survivor wisecracked. “Will one discover
an Invisible Hand under the rugs over that wheelchair?”
“Not usually,” young Hobart sneered, “it’s too busy going
up your ass!”
Labels: "Free" Market, Adam Smith, Capitalism, Invisible Hand, Libertarian
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
Monday, December 15, 2014
Horror Among Thieves
“I’ll give Libertarians another:
When Government buys it,
the price goes up! Hardly rot.
But Good Government bargains
it down! End of story understood. Not
the Thieves’ Parley we
have at present, courtesy
of the advising Parties.
And their consenting,
and directing, Billionaires.”
Labels: billionaires, bought elections, bought Government, bribery, corruption, Libertarian, parties
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Warm Walk
The pair take a walkabout. Mark Reilly
Markie, Libertarian, and Mrs van Iderstein,
as disdainfully upright as she had appeared
on Earth.
"I do so love this place! No rules, all riot!"
exults he.
"But the public defecation mars the aesthetic."
"Hey! When you gotta go...! God tried stopping
it on his last tour, but he's powerless here."
"God is dead?"
"As a door pail."
"That's door nail, I do believe."
"All the petty little bourgeois exactitudes
of speech!"
"Similar to what the Devil says, his hands
all over one!"
"Never misses a beat!"
"But, we must needs route ourselves differently.
The...Aromas!" she sniffs.
"The Smell of Freedom!"
Labels: bourgeois, devil, freedom, God, Hell, Libertarian, rich
Friday, October 31, 2014
Everythng In Its Place
-The Free Market!
-Uh huh? I’ll give you this: You can never jettison
all the crooks and charlatans, so no fair trial of it ever!
-Real Libertarians maintain that the lowlifes, finally,
fatally, screw themselves. Thus the people will get rid
of them by simply withholding their trade.
-Your mother raised at least one Dancing Fool!
Labels: charlatans, crooks, Free Market, Libertarian, marketplace, thieves
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Doctrinaire
Libertarian
“Let the system clean itself out! Which would happen
if we didn't protect from failure.”
(No one should be shielded, of course, save, of course,
your own Larry, Moe, and Curly.)
Labels: Libertarian, Libertarian Republican, protecting from failure, self-correcting systems, stooges, system, theory and pets
Friday, August 09, 2013
Hired Guns
Working for the Nut Libertarian
-He's paying.
-Somebody is.
-But making his drivel comprehensible...!
-Your father was a professor. It's all the same.
-It's a far better thing I do than I have ever done.
It's a far...
-Drink up, Sickie. Need your gifts down the line.
-Gifts?
Labels: hired gun, Libertarian, operator, political advertising
Friday, June 21, 2013
Determining Titles
Right Primer
-Who gives a shit what adults do about sex? It’s their own freakin business!
-Your Libertarianism resonates with us, but not that.
-Oh yeah? Well what’s the difference?
-Calling you Congressman or Mister.
Labels: Conservative, Libertarian, religion in politics, Republican
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Time
Libertarians should strike
its tyranny. The rest of us in
default submission to tiny
blocks on calendars
or insistent programs
from irritating computers.
Thus be in such and such place
at such and such time or suf-
fer manifold consequences for
violating the Coordinates God.
Why not say meet me under
the big busted clock,
or by the statue
of Whatisface, one?
And leave the hour blank?
Thus communicate the details
telepathically. How will that work?
Better than now? Something must.
Labels: appointment, Coordinates God, Libertarian, time, tyranny
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Transcendence
-She's lived here a while. I'll ask her to recommend a lawyer.
-I wouldn't. You'll end up with a batty Republican Libertarian
like her.
-Well, for general, plain ole lawyerly work...
-Uh uh. Once they get that hair up their ass, it transcends.
-She's lived here a while. I'll ask her to recommend a lawyer.
-I wouldn't. You'll end up with a batty Republican Libertarian
like her.
-Well, for general, plain ole lawyerly work...
-Uh uh. Once they get that hair up their ass, it transcends.
Labels: Libertarian, lswyer, Republican
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
All This Red-State, Blue-State Masks
Even in South Carolina, liberals
agitate for a fresh dawn over
the scarlet swamp. And in bluest
northern cities, insanely Free-
Market Libertarians crawl
the gouging bodegas. They
sanction such damage.
Theoretically.
Even in South Carolina, liberals
agitate for a fresh dawn over
the scarlet swamp. And in bluest
northern cities, insanely Free-
Market Libertarians crawl
the gouging bodegas. They
sanction such damage.
Theoretically.
Labels: blue state, Free Market, Libertarian, red state
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.
Labels: GOP., Libertarian, Ron Paul, Second Amendment, Supreme Court, Tea Partiers
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Two Libertarians
-Man you were our thunderer against government interference. Thunderer!
-Well, some softer sentiments also.
-If you can label caustic wit thus. At any rate, you blasted government interference, and now you welcome Uncle, opening wide the door.
-If he's carrying bushels of cash, why not?
-Don't you see any hypocrisy?
-A ton, but I can live with it. You?
-Like water off a duck's ass!
-Man you were our thunderer against government interference. Thunderer!
-Well, some softer sentiments also.
-If you can label caustic wit thus. At any rate, you blasted government interference, and now you welcome Uncle, opening wide the door.
-If he's carrying bushels of cash, why not?
-Don't you see any hypocrisy?
-A ton, but I can live with it. You?
-Like water off a duck's ass!
Labels: Libertarian, Libertarian Republican
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
February 24, 2009
Short Note To Libertarians
Believe in the Market, hey?
Belay regulation, a form,
yet another, of government
tyranny? Well, didn't work.
Ah hah! you exclaim, that's
only because information
wasn't free and open. Thus,
would work if...! Uh huh?
If the most scabrous pirates
ever to despoil
only told us foils
what they were up to! "We're bund-
ling subprime mortgages! Just
a marvelous way of fucking
just about everybody!"
Hey, Libertarians, wake
up and smell the hemlock!
Short Note To Libertarians
Believe in the Market, hey?
Belay regulation, a form,
yet another, of government
tyranny? Well, didn't work.
Ah hah! you exclaim, that's
only because information
wasn't free and open. Thus,
would work if...! Uh huh?
If the most scabrous pirates
ever to despoil
only told us foils
what they were up to! "We're bund-
ling subprime mortgages! Just
a marvelous way of fucking
just about everybody!"
Hey, Libertarians, wake
up and smell the hemlock!
Labels: Libertarian
