Wednesday, February 15, 2017
States
-Jesus Meek and Mild.
That's me, Baby!
-Uh uh. I've seen you
operate in this glorified
boiler room. Pirates off
the Barbary Coast.
-Avast Maties!
-But with computer and cell,
not cutlass.
-Tools of the trade!
-But...how can you reconcile
the two images. That is...
SOMEtimes, puzzlingly, you ARE
Jesus etc.
-I don't. Don't even try.
-Doesn't it make for terrific
conflicts?
-Not in the least.
-Hypocrisy then!
-This is America! Hypocrisy
is the Golden Mean.
-I'm...glad we had this little
chat.
-No you're not.
-No I'm not.
Labels: Boiler Room, Golden Mean, hypocrisy, Pirate, reconciling, schizo business
Monday, June 10, 2013
Piracy
We drank daily midst the wattles overlooking
the narrow river.
This early evening a pirate took to sea, standing in
a tiny skiff. "Avast ye landlubbers!"
We delivered a universal finger back.
Andy the Antagonist yelled at him "Where's your
pegleg, Asshole?"
The Pirate yelled back "You'll swing from the yardarm
for that!"
"Yeah you shouldn’t insult professions," added Billy O.
"He's heading for a do at the yacht club. Probably a real
pirate, a broker," sneered Christie.
"I can confirm former," once-Little Lucy confirmed.
fresh from her shift at The Dockery. "We're catering."
The professor put in "And I the latter. A broker of sleazy variety well-known on The Street. At any rate, Orwell says we wear a mask and our face gradually grows to fit it."
"Meaning he'll become a genuine pirate in time, if his
act keeps going over to plutocratic applause?"
asked Christie.
"Precisely. And he'll possess a yardarm then."
“Oh no!” fell Andy to the marshy grass in a fit of pseudo choking, which, though, took possession of him with dramatic intensity.
He died in Cove Hospital!
Well, seven years later...but let's hold on to a story while we can.
The broker kept his pirate act, buying a replica ship with skull and crossbones, and bona fide yardarm.
One day a junior executive will hang from it during a degrading orgy, all participants except the broker getting jail time.
He won’t escape, however, a scathing lecture from the judge. Cry in Bentley going home.
We drank daily midst the wattles overlooking
the narrow river.
This early evening a pirate took to sea, standing in
a tiny skiff. "Avast ye landlubbers!"
We delivered a universal finger back.
Andy the Antagonist yelled at him "Where's your
pegleg, Asshole?"
The Pirate yelled back "You'll swing from the yardarm
for that!"
"Yeah you shouldn’t insult professions," added Billy O.
"He's heading for a do at the yacht club. Probably a real
pirate, a broker," sneered Christie.
"I can confirm former," once-Little Lucy confirmed.
fresh from her shift at The Dockery. "We're catering."
The professor put in "And I the latter. A broker of sleazy variety well-known on The Street. At any rate, Orwell says we wear a mask and our face gradually grows to fit it."
"Meaning he'll become a genuine pirate in time, if his
act keeps going over to plutocratic applause?"
asked Christie.
"Precisely. And he'll possess a yardarm then."
“Oh no!” fell Andy to the marshy grass in a fit of pseudo choking, which, though, took possession of him with dramatic intensity.
He died in Cove Hospital!
Well, seven years later...but let's hold on to a story while we can.
The broker kept his pirate act, buying a replica ship with skull and crossbones, and bona fide yardarm.
One day a junior executive will hang from it during a degrading orgy, all participants except the broker getting jail time.
He won’t escape, however, a scathing lecture from the judge. Cry in Bentley going home.
Labels: business, orgy, Pirate, Plutocrat, Wall St
Monday, May 06, 2013
Positive Annals of Capitalism, Sort of
“Funny you should ask after him. Family chauffeur
for years and years. Little apartment above the
garage, never went anywhere without one of us...
quits!
To open a pirate theme restaurant. With two
other chauffeurs, would you believe? Pretty soon
they have three of these foolish dens. Some kids
are wearing eye patches, even.
Long story short, piracy peters out and the
partners land five McDonald franchises
in New Jersey.
Yes, I agree with you. Confirms what we’ve preached
about ambition and hard work etc. Still, I can’t help
myself! I’m sorry. Decent enough fellow of course,
but the wrong sort are getting rich.”
Labels: Capitalism, chauffeur, Pirate, rich
Sunday, May 05, 2013
“Where Is Truth?”
asked jiving Pirate.
Blind, he switched
his eyepatch
for fashion.
Labels: 'Truth, fashion, jive, Pirate
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Political Q & A
-What is the chief purpose of the Democratic Party?
-Not to piss off the pirates in actual control.
-Of the Republican?
-To become their posh ship forever.
Labels: ;Republican, Democrat, Pirate
Friday, November 05, 2010
The Pirate Ship Has Docked
Our officials rushing out
to fawn and surrender.
The captain is mercurially
disinterested, thus murder,
rape, and pillage will proceed
normally. They have
other words for it.
God has designed the very worst
persons to be politic. When
they do something totally unspeakable--there
are degrees for the stomped and dispirited--
we'll recover life and, mid their snoring,
stick them like the pigs they are.
Our officials rushing out
to fawn and surrender.
The captain is mercurially
disinterested, thus murder,
rape, and pillage will proceed
normally. They have
other words for it.
God has designed the very worst
persons to be politic. When
they do something totally unspeakable--there
are degrees for the stomped and dispirited--
we'll recover life and, mid their snoring,
stick them like the pigs they are.
Labels: if the shoe fits, Pirate
