Monday, March 09, 2015
Human Advancement
or God Shedding His Grace
-A funny thing happened when we were congratulating
ourselves on our progress.
The Republicans got back in and threaten to pass an omnibus
bill entitled “The Right to Work for Starvation Wages As the Rich
Fuck Everybody with Our Fawning Concurrence, And the Spicks
Are Placed in Pens Awaiting Deportation, And the Blacks Shoved
in Jail Again, And All the Lovely Ladies Kept Barefoot and Pregnant Because of Their Recalcitrant And Weirdly Hormonal Behavior Generally.”
-That’s omnibus all right. Class and Race with the usual dollop of
bizarre Gynecology.
-With a special vengeance!
-Uh huh, but so what? There’ll be deals to soften the whole damn thing. That’s the nature of politics: It’s “Work it out!”
-Not this time. The Frenzy is on ‘em!
-Drool in the air?
-Wear a raincoat.
Labels: barefoot and pregnant, Blacks, class, Conservative, Gynecology, Race, Republican, rich, Right To Work, sex, The Gynecology Party, women
Monday, August 11, 2014
Chaos Mode
Figuring Her Out
-Sorry to miss the wedding, having just
returned from the same sewer where I've
twice before kept the nation safe for
Crony Capitalism. But, anyway, you caught
you a young one! Good for you!
-Not so. She's working her way off the hook.
-How so?
-Screaming divorce practically an hour after
the honeymoon.
-Weren’t you tender? Isn’t that Italian?
-I honored my heritage thusly. Plus some caveman
stuff to keep her interested.
-Anyway...shrug I, Period of Adjustment. For anybody.
-You know that saying the tumult and the shouting dies?
-No, having been mostly in the middle of it for the army.
-Looks like it's never gonna domestically also.
-A temporary impossible. Get her pregnant!
-Should I take away her shoes too?
-You mean you haven't?
Labels: army, barefoot and pregnant, honeymoon, marriage, relationship, war
