Thursday, March 08, 2018
DeClare and The Professor
to diminish its mighty force!
Rules the Wide World!
Labels: bs, bullshit, history, power, scholarship
Monday, January 23, 2017
Leadership
Labels: bullshit, indirection, leadership, management style, passive-aggressive
Friday, January 20, 2017
Two Citizens
-Do you have the time?
-For what? Of course not!
-Of day, I mean?
-Irrelevant to the task.
-How does it feel to always obey?
-Rushed!
-No shortage of awards.
-I trip over them on my way to further Glory!
-How will we ever do without you? How fiercely
you completely behave!
-Such compliments! Unlike you.
-We also serve who only see the bullshit.
-Oh? And does it make the world go round?
-Indispensably!
Labels: bullshit, conforming, conformist, duty, obedience
Thursday, June 23, 2016
The Man Who Failed at Failing.
Others wrote tomes
as to learning
from it.
He had no desire
of reprising stinks,
and had learned...despair!
Mostly.
Oh well, they’re leaders,
and he's judged one also: Just
going very much easier on the bs doth
comprise his most distinguishing feature.
Labels: bs, bullshit, business bullshit, business myths, failing, failure, inspirational literature, learning from failure, self help
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Role
-What’s it mean to be an intellectual like you?
Know a lot of stuff?
-That, of course, but have compiled it into a theory.
Or many.
-Using it, then?
-I’d say.
-Identical to what the bullshitter does.
-I’d quarrel with identical!
-Does the intellectual know when he’s bullshitting?
-Well, he shouldn’t do it much, but yes, he’s
blissfully aware.
-With him, it’s an art then!
-Yes!
-And will an intellectual talk with the lower form
of bullshitter?
-Of course, but always standing for Truth, Justice,
and the University Way!
-Is that bullshit?
-Wonderfully!
Labels: bs, bullshit, intellectual, Justice, professor, theory, Truth, university
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Sally and Mr Adventure
took a while to do it, so her girlfriend changed the
topic from sex to bs.
His latest: Cultural Correspondent for several
European papers.
Sally asked the girl in her smartphone about Surrealism.
Friend Dorothy later became enraged re a fur-lined urinal.
“Most disgusting thing I ever heard!”
Mr Adventure turned to Hollywood Stars he knew, with
detailed accounts of queer behavior. So, titillating.
The girl in the phone didn’t know the special pervert
from silent days, languishing in The Old Actors Home,
but still scandalously active. Somehow.
His account of climbing Everest followed. Oxygen.
Near Death. Sherpas!
Uh huh?
When Sally, in the midst of a tiff over his drinking
gallons of coffee and getting up to pee every
hour or so, scoffed about Mountaineering,
Mr Adventure slapped down his top card with
equal fire.
CIA.
If she revealed a thing of what he told her, she could
be killed!
Early on, so she didn’t ask the smartphone. What say? Russia?
His frenzy led to pneumonia.
Her old grammar school chum, Betsy Loper, RN, let her in
before work, and she mostly stared at him in the Oxygen Tent.
One gray morning with just the light coming in from the glass
pane of the door, he held up a sign he had prepared:
GREAT BULLSHITTER!!!
Sally then made one herself.
GREAT GUY!!!!!!!
Dorothy teared up after she told her.
“That was a super nice thing!”
“And I haven’t done enough of them. Don’t try to persuade
me otherwise.”
Her cell sounded then. Theme from Star Wars. The sister
who had just flown in from Portland. He was dead.
Sally swore off men after. But Mr Earl managed to break
through eventually. He proved truthful, one dull account
after another.
Labels: affair, bs, bullshit, deathbed conversion, humanity, Romance
Thursday, March 12, 2015
The Assignment
-I’d like a committee full of prestige, and with absolutely
no work.
-Sorry, they go to the boyscouts and girlscouts, to give
ridiculously off-topic speeches for the dolts back home.
-Well, you gotta do something with ideologues, I suppose.
-Defuses ‘em and gets ‘em outa the way!
-How about International Bushwah, then? I can babble on
and on without a thought.
-I got you on Finance.
-Mass Confusion!
-Way the bankers designed it while stealing us blind!
We need hardheads like you to cut through the bullshit!
-Oy! Talk about thankless! One guy got lost in that committee
around 1960 and hasn’t been heard from since.
-Never mind all that! This is the People’s House doing the
People’s Business!
-Don’t remind me!
-You wanna lazy berth, run for Senate.
-Soon as the Kabuki Masks finished.
Labels: bankers, bullshit, Committee Assignment, Congressional Committee, finance, Kabuki, People's House, politics
Friday, May 30, 2014
Champion of Whatever
Solon and Aide
-Whatever happened to Fiercely Independent Champion
of the Working Man and Woman?
-Not a thing. You keep saying it!
-Won't your Wall Street Bankers get pissed?
-You don't get to be a Wall Street Banker unless you
know everything is bullshit.
-Or a Senator?
-Church Dude...whatever. You name it!
-And your favorite movie, The Sound of Music?
-And you’re (sings) a bird that is learning to sing.
-The NRA wants me blasted away.
-No rhyming in the office!
-Where do you stand on Gun Control?
-I don’t stand anywhere. For anything. I persuade.
-What are you persuading your gun nuts to...?
-Not to bring a bazooka to a pea-shooting contest.
-The latter weapon will be a great help when the black
and Hispanic Marauders come down the hill!
-I’m persuading ‘em: Stay up there!
-Let’s start casting you as Peacemaker!
-Bi-fuckin-partisan!
Labels: black, bullshit, compromise, gun control, Hispanic, NRA, senator, Wall Street, Working Man, Working Woman