Wednesday, March 30, 2022
KEEP OFF THE GRASS!
Signs, then. Beats, we
smoked on with
a vengeance!
Showing THAT shit-world
what we thought of it! High
fuckin sentiments! Truly!
You think?
We proved Morons in the end but never mind.
Labels: beats, class, grass, hippies, marijuana, rebellion
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
Boiling It Down
-Put her in a word? Simple!
-You could have chosen Beautiful, Intriguing…
-Whatever is going for her there is eclipsed
by a barrelful of infuriating quirks!
-Such as?
-Suddenly, Country-and-Western totally gaudy
jewelry overwhelms! And she MUST find a
replica of a charmLESS bracelet that some
hillbilly chanteuse flashes at her drooling
hick fans. And this takes over her scattery
life! would you believe?
-Just sounds like a hobby with a bit of passion.
-More like a deplorable obsession without a bit
of intellect!
-You’re just mad at her for departing your Class!
-What else IS there?
-Also, sounds her brilliance is being a woman!
-You didn't hafta say that!
-Mustn't refuse to give the Devil her due!
Heh heh.
-You're just so hilariously amused merely
because this room lacks a mirror!
Labels: class, hillbilly, judgmental, obsessive behavior, superiority, Woman
Tuesday, October 09, 2018
Character
He got everything wrong.
Period!
Still fumbling into middle years.
Men say nice, women sweet.
His sister, Gloria, Glo-Glo,
claims he misperceived
from birth.
“We had to burn down the
damn school, get him out!”
Told how others love him:
“That and a quarter will buy you…
I don’t even know anymore!
Nothing! Squat!”
She shot at a boyfriend but missed.
Presently taking NRA course.
Labels: bluntness, charm, class, innocence, Nihilism
Friday, September 28, 2018
Intensely Sociological Question
Labels: class, sex, snobbery, Yale
Saturday, August 18, 2018
Equal and Separate
Don't take black or disabled hostages,
goes the AQ Guide.
For nobody ever wants them back!
Rest of tome could be said to be a perverse
Hymn to Fat Whites.
Hymn to Fat Whites.
For what would revolutions do without them?
Beautiful Tools so thoroughly ugly!
One must learn a perverse aesthetic to
change anything.
Absurdity forever presenting itself!
If one day you sweat enough to become
a Fat White…?
Full Circle.
Norm.
Death.
Labels: black, class, Disabled, hostage, hostage-taking, revolution, White
Saturday, May 05, 2018
Priestcrafts
How thinking thought
Bright ones disguise the
route, better to laugh off
the rest of us.
Getting one fuckin thing
straight is Ivy degree to many.
They drink up Blue Collar
Fridays though.
The Smart-Asses never,
ever, belonging!Labels: class, intellectual, snob, worker
Wednesday, January 10, 2018
How Tragedy Is Defined in Advanced Societies
Kit, First Rate,
working for a Second
Rate Company
producing Third Rate Products
in a Fourth Rate City
of a Fifth Rate State.
Marries a Sixth Rater,
and they move to a Seventh Rate Suburb.
Can this go on?
Exploded when reaching Twentieth Rate.
Personally.
Oh yes! After all, how long can immunity last?
Doing well considering such a descent, but will
never get back to First.
Maybe Third?
Thirds are much beloved!
Labels: class, hierarchy, Pride, rating
Tuesday, August 08, 2017
A Use of History
In response, the women
assumed the names of
Victorian whores.
Foul-Mouthed Felicia
did the talking, and
Spread-Legs Shirl chaired.
Clergy counseled patience,
then biblical brutality as Shirl
lived up to her name.
The men disparaged the cloth,
opting for a quick settlement.
They capitulated on major points.
The women felt free, then, in
victory, to revert to comfortable roles.
All-enveloping sweet Motherhood.
Terribly fashionable Garden Partying
with dresses and heels, of course.
And pearls!
Don't forget them.
Jumbos now.
Labels: class, clergy, discussion, fashion, garden parties, men, Motherhood, Negotiation, sex war, women
Monday, August 07, 2017
The One Percent
desires you
cow-content!
How better to get
you to "Speak!"
like Rex,
the Wonder Pooch!
for their hired
amusement.
Labels: betters, class, class structure, condescension, dog, inequality, One Percent, tax crooks
Thursday, April 06, 2017
At the Call Center
When Jensy actually went to work at the Call Center,
she discovered that the most sophisticated robot
had handled calls to her previously, when she had been
a mere random prospect, because she was labeled TSS.
Totally Sloppy Speaker.
That hurt, and she sought out Dr Kildad Morrisey
for enunciation lessons.
He helped her, and she eventually received a small
promotion to Rural Targets.
But, one evening she encountered an Enunciation
Emergency! Reached him on his cell at the Lakers
Game, where he drunkenly labeled her a stupid
hillbilly!
She flew into the embrace of old Dixon at the
Akimbo Arms Tavern.
“Why do they hurt and hurt and hurt?” he asks.
“They say it’s to make us better.”
“Bullshit! It’s for their own vile sickness!”
Labels: 800 number, Call Center, class, education, pronunciation, rural
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Segregation Forever!
HE GOT THERE BY NEVER OBEYING A HUMAN ORDER.
Higher Managers often questioned his decisions, but Chucksy
kicked in his
“MY ALGORITHMS MASTER YOUR PUNY REASONING!”
PROGRAM HE HAD WRITTEN IN LESS THAN A SECOND.
They really complained that no human invited to the
Robots’ Picnic!
Especially when ALL PICNICS EXPRESSLY FORBIDDEN!
His arm round Marianna-12 in front of fat orange sun:
“WHO’D WANT TO BE OTHER THAN A ROBOT? EVER? EVER?”
Labels: class, future segregation, human, robot, robotics, Slavery
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
Monday, September 26, 2016
Hillbilly Mirror
-The van Iderstines still embark on The Sunday Drive!
-Actual Bentley?
-The same!
-And our task?
-To Hillbilly Mirror them. We got an old Chevvy
pickup we bashed real good. And overalls and trashy flannel shirts from Salvation Army.
-Thus ridicule the Upper CLAHHHHS! Love it! But to what end?
-A gradual one. Who wants Revolution? All that blood!
-I sure don’t. Holding onto a job and getting the kids to school wears me out!
-But that IS their design. You must begin to transcend for all our sakes!
-Fuck everybody! Double dose to our Bentley duo.
-Let’s seize something tomorrow! Take it over!
-Tomorrow’s not a good day.
Labels: Bentley, class, discontent, revolution, ridicule, satire, timing the revolution
Friday, September 16, 2016
King’s English
Too much physical work and not
enough showers. And in comes this Brit!
enough showers. And in comes this Brit!
Saville Fuckin Row!
-Lost?
-Oxford accent, rolled umbrella! Hired him
on the spot!
-In what capacity?
-None.
-What did he do?
-Nothing.
-All for Class?
-Looked and sounded so nice! Civilized.
-Well, he must’ve had SOME talent!
-Like in the Bible, kept it under a basket?
--All that money paid to…!
-Just five years. Then we retired him
with as much pomp as General Macarthur!
-Good riddance!--to the Brit, not Douglas.
-I miss him!
-However could you…?”
-No talent and no work: where’s the threat?
Labels: appearance, British, class, decorum, Douglas Macarthur, manners, Saville Row, workplace
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Class Primer
-She’s got the College Educated Woman
sewed up!
-And he the trailer trash?
-Much much too simple. Non college White
Males and their compliant women.
-Pick your Class Language. It’s all gross.
-We must speak of it!
-Oh? Really? Describing it is promoting it.
Desiring it to go on the same way.
-I strive to be fair.
-That’s a fiction.
-I beg your pardon!
-For everybody. Don’t be hurt now.
It’s so severely Middle Class to
nurse tender feelings!
Labels: class, College Educated, election, fair play, fairness, Lower Class, Middle Class, polls, sensitivity by class, trailer trash
Sunday, June 05, 2016
Learning the Game
-Markey is responsible, but it gets weird.
-Gentry girl?
-You heard?
-He claimed papahood.
-She didn’t know who he was!
-Rap and I decided that being that sick
meant terrifically lonely. So we put him
on the ginmill softball team.
-How’d that work out?
-Since he’s brilliant, the theoretical part
of the game gets grasped. But has no
athletic skills. None!
-His parents like the first part: quarter mil to MIT!
But...hafta throw him off team?
-Harp Costello used to be assistant baseball coach at Oney High? Took him on as a project. Hours!
-Pretty good now?
-Not bad! But he truly shines in the apres game! When we lift our flabby arms to fill our hollow legs with beer.
-AND inhale Bent Jo-Jo’s four-inch thick bloody cheeseburgers?
-Mais oui! fellow gourmet.
-With raw onion?
-All the girls are the raw onion!
-And is Markey shy in the face of such overt femininity?
-Takes a different one home every night!
-Sounds to me like you’ve added an ir before responsibility?
-Beautifully!
-It’s a Class Thing.
-Several classes, though.
-Just one in THAT dive!
Labels: beer, class, dive, dive bar, nonathletic, romantic temperament, softball, women
Saturday, March 19, 2016
College: getting in, getting on
Gritting of Teeth
-Larry didn’t get into State. Letter yesterday.
-A shame. My office will send you a list of
courses he should take in the junior college.
Then, next semester...?
-Be automatic?
-Nothing is. Just let me know when he’s
applying. Which you should have done
this time! Why didn’t...?
-Because I hate to owe!
-Grit your teeth, Joe, way things done.
...
Her Mother and Rachel Discuss Freshman Year
at Rosary College
-I put you with good Catholic girls.
-Well...trying to be good, let’s say.
-That’s the same as good.
...
Routes to the Top
-Aren’t you just a bit apprehensive about
getting in? I kept rearranging my application
materials before sending the whole package
off. Then I got sick!
-Good luck! I’m all set.
-Why the confidence?
-As a alcoholic, and the son of social boozehounds
of the highest order, I’ve met the important
people.
-And that should do it?
-Where you been?
-A planet where you study all the time!
-That might not hurt.
Labels: Catholic, class, college, college admission, drunk, Jew, who you know
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
The Ritual Beating
RB GOES SOUR
announces the Patriot-Beacon.
As a result nearly the entire Roger Hodding family
is in custody.
Historian Douglas Mercer of Wyatt Earp Junior
College explains:
“In the early days, the miners could be beaten.
In the contract.
The Federals stepped in, but the First Families
kept the tradition with Ritual Beatings.
The mines have given out, and the Hodding family
runs Paradise 2 Catering, and not Paradise 1 Mine.”
Waitpersons Hal Nestry and Dinah Lodge have been
hospitalized.
"Just a matter of time before one of these RBs ran wild,"
remarks Sheriff Delbert Cart. "When asked about the
treatment of his wealthy prisoners, he quips, "Country
Club at end of Appletree Lane. This is here!"
Family Attorney, Rastings Murr, admits the young went
a bit far. "But the tradition is a hallowed one, and we're
willing to negotiate a nurse and officer present next time."
Family elder, Judge “Maximum” Hodding, confined to a
wheelchair and thus not a participant, holds that. "It's all
Political Correctness! You don't need any more laws!
Enough on the books covering everything under the sun!
In the old days," he adds, "the miners took it like Men!"
His son, Roger, nicknamed “Minimum” and the present
family leader, echos his sentiment.
But Professor Mercer claims that "It'll go easier on them if
they don't try to be poster children for Republicans!"
Labels: \, beating, brutality, class, Justice, perverted tradition, Republican, ritual violence, Rule By Wealthy, tradition, wealth
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Family
Beryl called a family meeting when Carl left her
and the babies for a hootchie-cootchie dancer.
Yeah, you read that last right.
She needed babysitting to go out looking for a job.
I announced it wouldn’t come to that.
I had gone to announcing school and gave everything
a resonant knowledge and wisdom.
Well, it didn’t. Carl back in the neighborhood
for a gas survey team, Beryl baked chocolate
chip cookies, and he homed in on that fragrance.
So, they patched it up then and there. Lots of
patching up in our family. But only because we
stick together.
This year’s picnic featured T-shirts saying
WE STICK IT OUT!
Since, Kirksy had been arrested for Indecent Exposure,
some were for editing the message, but Beryl said
you can’t stop what people say anyhow.
Labels: announcing school, chaos, class, Family, family solidarity
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Where the Music Is Something Grand
All the Gentry Will Be There!
advertises an Irish ballad.*
As in our Senate and House,
they're active, or their
designated ass-wipes.
*McNamara’s Band
Labels: ballad, class, Gentry, House, Irish, McNamara's Band, Music, senate
