Tuesday, December 11, 2018
Wagging the Future
-Jump ahead to Presidential, 2024.
-And the winner will BE…!
-Whoever pays the most hush do-re-me
to loose broads.
-What if a woman runs?
-No reason to change the rule.
-Two women running?
-Why they’ll have each other!
-And what’ll happen to men like us
in this approaching Lesbo Frame?
-Has already happened, Precious.
-Yeah? Well no more you-know-what if you don’t soften much much further!
-No mercy?
-You’re so, like, totally BUTCH!
-Uh huh? Well I step in my Step-Ins every morning same way YOU do!
-Send a herky-jerky via CUNTBOOK!
Labels: butch, feminine, future, lesbian, macho, politics, President, wag
Thursday, August 03, 2017
CNN BEGINS REPORTING FROM VIRTUAL WHITE HOUSE
A place, explains Tresher
Asgood, "purposely dull and
relentlessly routine."
An interview with President
Irena Dells is featured.
"Since it's all in fun anyway,
why not a woman President?"
he goes on.
Labels: CMM, President, Virtual Reality, White House, Woman President
Friday, April 28, 2017
Lies, High and Low
-This president lies more than his share!
I can’t figure why.
-The reason many men and women do.
To look better.
-We lie to boost our stock?
-Turgenev put it in a more literary manner:
Better the falsehood that exalts
than hosts of baser truths.
-Sometimes you feel like shit doing it.
But other times just terrific!
-That’s the art part.
-How come you can quote all these writers
and shit?
-Educated beyond my ability.
-Noticed that.
Labels: lies and public policy, looking good, lying, President, Saving Face, Trump, Turgenev
Thursday, December 01, 2016
Quite Thoughtful Analysis.
-What think you of Trump’s Cabinet picks?
-Various demented Righties, and other loonie-tunes with a bug up their ass!
-That good? Doesn’t surprise you?
-Nah. He got elected on the premise that everyone is totally full of shit!
-Including him?
-The Master!
Labels: bug up ass, Cabinet, demented righties, full of shit, loonie-tunes, President, Trump
Monday, November 14, 2016
Tea in Aleppo
-That last mortar round made a nice fire for us.
Pull up a piece of ruin and sit down.
-Will this new president kill us?
-What’s more certain when the old one
failed to?
-This new one hates us on the spot!
-Look around you! Avenues of Mayhem!
He’s just another form of modern clarity!
Labels: Aleppo, fear, Moslem, President, Trump, war
Friday, September 30, 2016
Outsized Fool as President?
Wouldn't be worst.
Core fanatics remind
somewhat of Jackson's.
Farmers smelling of sweat
and whiskey tromped mud
through the White House
in election celebration.
Scandalizing the genteel!
A lot of dishonest effort
in becoming genteel.
One gripes.
And grips!
Labels: Andrew Jackson, class, ego, farmer, genteel, President, uncouth, White House
Tuesday, August 09, 2016
The Choice
-Disenchanted with both choices, I’m joining
millions in writing in Bert Hogg!
-Never heard of him.
-Bert presently resides in a lab at Stanford.
-He’s...a pig?
-Bingo! But one who can talk about the level
of a seven year old.
-Add another year and he could be President!
-Will be, if our polls are right.
-And two terms?
-One will be enough. He gets bored.
-We’ll get sick of the reporters interpreting every
grunt! And the guaranteed haters knocking
everything as pig-like!
-“He handled the Easter Egg Hunt like the pig he is!” First Lady Pig help out there?
-Hortensia, from Yale’s lab.
-Change the name! The real despisers will have
too much fun with that first syllable.
Labels: election, hate, parties, pig, President, Stanford, write-in, Yale
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Defining the Movement, 2024
-I don't like to perversely brag,
but, in the Modern Era, nobody
steals like us!
-Grand Old Purloiners?
-You said it! The wimpy party tries...
-Incompetently!
-We're Masters of the Universe!
-The Congress?
-A Thing of Larcenous Beauty!
-Departments?
-The movements of a Symphony of Financial Chicanery!
-And, where the buck stops? President?
-Never stops, circulates. But in...
-this present Renaissance of Theft?
-He's Da Vinci and Michelangelo combined!
Labels: Cabinet Departments, Congress, Future Government, GOP, GOP Thieves, President
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Honors and Family
Highest award in the Agency. And, as you might guess,
hush-hush. The President, of course, approved, and
Dr Anknul said to the few present, “Without this Operative,
there’d BE no Zendenistan!”
The following morning, Hannalore had already left for
meetings, and Ricky tossed something onto the pile of trash
overflowing the plastic barrel, screaming “Zach, you got two
minutes to leave for swim practice!”
He appears! Disgusting, yet alive, and they're departing.
With keys.
Bus for him.
“Trash?” he reminds!
“You handle it, Spy-Man!”
Zach adds, gobbling a Pop Tart, “You’re lucky we don’t piss on it!”
Labels: award, CIA, Family, operative, President, spy, trash
Thursday, November 05, 2015
Sailor
Ruppy “enjoyed” living in the Old Soldiers Home.
Food not bad, and he had his own little room.
Spent most of his time in there. Making coffee
or watching a ball game, or reading the magazines
he picked from the dumpster.
So? Who is left alone for long? The new President
sought to close such places and deposit the inhabitants
in more personal domiciles. “The Small-Family Initiative.”
Ruppy was interviewed by those who ran these
establishments. Gray, no-nonsense ladies primarily.
He gave his moderate demeanor an angry edge
for these, and was rejected.
There followed a great month when he was allowed
to stay in the empty institution as a sort of watchman.
Prepare his food in the cavernous kitchen, and roam
freely throughout the building. For his whole life
he had ”picked up a broom.” And therefore ran
the vacuum cleaners every few days.
He prayed silently for this life to go on.
But Mrs Benjamin came with her battered Cadillac,
and fetched him.
He became her boarder, but really lived the last
way he did in the institution. Preparing his own meals
and picking up a broom. The latter became more
urgent as Mrs Benjamin went on periodic booze tears.
Always a DT space in each in which she yelled out the windows
before she went ice-cold turkey. To passerby or postman:
“Please don’t hurt me!”
One day a voice came back. “Now I never have, have I?”
Sailor. “Who turns up not as a bad penny, but as a bright
new shiny one!” she eventually exulted.
Thus, the three of them. Another trudge for Ruppy was that lover-
boy Sailor had malarial bouts, where he got as confused as
Mrs Benjamin in her throes.
Fortunately, the spacing proved okay for Ruppy as he helped both.
Not usually overlapping. He primarily fetched prescriptions.
“I’m the freakin errand boy!” he complained. And he never softened
anything for Marcy Carker, who wrote of this “family” for
the Patriot-Messenger. She did soften things a bit however.
Thus Mrs Benjamin suffered from a “recurring mental problem.”
Sailor allowed to keep his bizarre incurable strain of Malaria.
And, as the program intended, they helped each other.
Re-enter the President, and Ruppy had to be limoed to Washington
to receive the Modern Family of the Month Award from his cool hands.
A red, white, blue, spearing abstract of a thing.
Timing off for the other two to attend, both just coming off the rare
shared bout.
Anyway, the three of them lived in relative amity after–-but not for long.Mrs B died, and Sailor soon after.
The newest president was on a RE-institutionalizing tear, and it looked like Ruppy could end up back in the old place.
It was now called The Armed Forces Home, with a new staff, and only had an opening for a navy person.
He used Sailor’s old IDs and his discharge--not the only person
there, or anywhere, to switch a bit.
Dr Cragnul persuaded him to display the Family trophy in the
case in the lobby, as if this site had been awarded. It revolved.
Labels: alcoholic, government, identity, navy, Old Soldiers Home, President, sailor
Friday, September 04, 2015
The Cause
Then I opened the package.
Two Hershey Bars beautifully
wrapped in Christmas paper.
"You trying to bribe me?" I phoned.
He laughed. "In a way, yes."
I congratulated him for having a
girlfriend, since there's no way he
wrapped them. And added the tiny
bows. I rolled one between finger
and thumb.
“Is this a secure phone?”
“The securist!” whispered I.
“Okay, if you could help in the Northern...
our surveys indicate they still like you there.”
“Must be the only place. The South harbors
forever acid.”
“Never mind them! They take their one square
of chocolate a week, and thank me effusively.”
“But the North has armed?”
“HAVE they! Even to Grandmas!”
“Then be a hero! Make it one square a DAY!”
“My Party'll throw me out! The one a week
is established law! They'll scream chaos!”
“I'll call Wahnzo Cotzy and other radio and
TV personalities up there, and suggest the
new rationing. And you'll go along with it
while begging grandma to shove her Glock
back in the knitting bag.”
“Give them the exceptionalism spiel too?”
“Go for it! I do half believe it still. So that,
and the wisdom of stepping away from bloodshed.
But it's hardly admirable that we limit
a product the rest of the world can get
as much as they want of.”
“I voted for you once. Despite the grammar.”
“And I'll for you again, if you defuse the
Chocolate Rebels.”
Labels: chocolate, ex-President, President, rationing, rebellion
Monday, December 08, 2014
Political Descriptions
Two Know It Nearly All Dems
-In their deeper Southern holes, Republicans
fanned the hatred of the black president
since Day 1!
-But that’s color-blind hate.
-Isn’t it?
Labels: "color-blind", Democrat, Obama, President, Race, Republican, Southern
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Executive Choice
The President pardoned a turkey for Thanksgiving.
Talk among the rest agreed he picked the worst one.
He knew, of course, that it wasn’t the first time
he had failed in the judgement of turkeys.
Labels: judging President, judging turkeys, President, Thanksgiving, Turkey
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Hate Prez Campaign Great Success!
-They love the undercurrent of Race--its
sly risk especially. Though they’re not racists.
-Of course not!
-Courage under flair.
-They say we miss their humor.
-So do they.
Labels: political hatred, political humor, President, Racism
Friday, August 22, 2014
Political Science@
KoolKup Bar
“Who’d wanna be President?”
“Most of what they...well, damned if you do,
damned if you don’t!”
“But they know that going in.”
“And all the rest of the political shit too?”
“Anyway...you get in the history books.”
Then The Professor intruded. “Not necessarily!
I quote a book from the future: ‘The presidents
in the so-called Incompetence Lull were named
Hoskey, Minters, and Landofil.’--all misspelled
by the present Ruler’s toadies.”
“Just a bare mention, and screwed up too?”
“Nothing is more probable!”
“Science Fiction, Professor. Nothing is easier to
bullshit about than the future.”
“We’ll see.”
Labels: bar, discussion, Political Science., President, Presidential Decisions
Monday, July 07, 2014
Civics Lesson
Two “Representatives”
-Big Maha gonna govern by Executive Order then?
-They never leave without an egregious power grab.
-Fucking the Constitution thereby!
-Instead of waiting their turn.
Labels: Congress, Constitution, Executive Order, power, power grab, President
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Green Chronicle
Latest edition of his history of the club featured the new
President on the cover, sitting with him on the famous bench
off the first tee.
He couldn't play with him, though. Three others had flown in,
their helicopter landing next to Marine One.
"Not you, of course! Billionaires, not peons!" remarked Assistant
Professional, Bert Sommes. Socialist Bert.
His editor concocted five pages describing the visit, including
the President going into the kitchen to ask Andre to deep fry
a sweet potato. Never happened.
Labels: billionaires, golf, golf club, power, President
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
I was inert yet vocal
in the Reagan years, mostly
kept refusing to believe
they were happening.
& he became doty
when not primed
with a hogwash speech.
Plus he told grandpa
stories & that defused
much inchoate hate.
in the Reagan years, mostly
kept refusing to believe
they were happening.
& he became doty
when not primed
with a hogwash speech.
Plus he told grandpa
stories & that defused
much inchoate hate.
Labels: Conservative, President, Reagan, Reagan Years
Monday, March 25, 2013
Fox
-I’m still totally pissed against Fox.
They convinced me we had whipped
that Teleprompting N...
-Just putting the best face on it they knew how.
And when the polls fatally turned, towards the end,
you could hear some frail ambiguity if you truly listened.
Ah but...you never really know. Thus hope! As Dr Johnson said
when the old fart married the fresh wench:
“The triumph of hope over experience.”
-Never mind the literary crap it doesn’t apply.
And leave the ambiguity to fairy poetry.
-Okay. The upshot is you and favored network
brutally lost.
-Got my teeth ground down to the gums!
-Stop! Why should dentists profit?...not, uh, gonna buy a machine pistol are you?
-If I did I’d head for Fox first!
-Wouldn’t bother. Their security must rival the Pentagon’s.
-I’m still totally pissed against Fox.
They convinced me we had whipped
that Teleprompting N...
-Just putting the best face on it they knew how.
And when the polls fatally turned, towards the end,
you could hear some frail ambiguity if you truly listened.
Ah but...you never really know. Thus hope! As Dr Johnson said
when the old fart married the fresh wench:
“The triumph of hope over experience.”
-Never mind the literary crap it doesn’t apply.
And leave the ambiguity to fairy poetry.
-Okay. The upshot is you and favored network
brutally lost.
-Got my teeth ground down to the gums!
-Stop! Why should dentists profit?...not, uh, gonna buy a machine pistol are you?
-If I did I’d head for Fox first!
-Wouldn’t bother. Their security must rival the Pentagon’s.
Labels: Fox, Fox News, guns, President, Race, Right-wing, teleprompter, white anger
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
The Republican and the Reporter
-Got us a new spick and he’ll be President.
-How do you feel about that?
-Great! And the more the merrier. Throw in Chinamen and Jews and Afro-Bafros while we’re at it.
-Is it okay I label you ignorant in my article?
-Be proud!
Labels: Afro, ethnic, prejudice, President, Republican
