Saturday, May 28, 2022
GOP
G = GREASE my palm
while mouthing God.
O= O say can you see
how your kid's filigreed?
With Long-Rifled precision and ART,
plus the sucker's prayer-mush after!--
our Hallmark!
P=Pockets
"Fill mine, only
then we'll talk."
Labels: bribery, GOP, guns, moral disgrace, murder of children, Republican, war rifle
Friday, December 21, 2018
Portrait
Anus and face
indistinguishable,
he paints
the latter for
indistinguishable,
he paints
the latter for
the gun rally, there
shrieking of SPICKS,
RAGTOPS,SHADES--
RAGTOPS,SHADES--
this last fulfilling his
Labels: Fascist, guns, hatred, intolerance, Right
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
The Uninvited
Les never invited to events, great or small.
He went anyway.
None of this I wouldn’t go where I wasn’t
comfortable!
“Ever-comfortable” could be his moniker.
His Monica never invited either.
She threatened to picket!
At any rate, know any UNcomplicated
relationships?
Not enough there: just having one social
shortcoming in common, you’d think?
You’d be wrong.
Again!
Besides, life is changing!
Leary, School Guard, and his present wife, Dells, fellow guard and former twirler, have invited them to a “Bloody Mary Breakfast Bash” prior to the Morningside Thanksgiving Game.
All pack of course.
Labels: drinking, guns, packing, party, school security, security, social life
Thursday, June 14, 2018
Future Enlightenments
Arming Teachers lodged
securely in place,
Biology decides to
take out English.
“They’re so SUPERIOR
what with their quoting
Shakespeare and all
the rest of that crap!”
But Business has them
1,2.
Labels: education, Educational Rivalries, gun control, guns, high school
Tuesday, June 05, 2018
The Second Emoulment
-Do Children's Crusades arise when adults won’t lead?
-More like lead and don’t lead at the same time.
-And where does such cautious ambivalence get us?
-Here and there.
-And ultimately nowhere?
-Nice country around there!
-The monuments being kept up?
-Impeccably!
Labels: bribery, gun control, guns, NRA, Republican.leadership, Second Amendment
Thursday, February 22, 2018
The Art of Adjustment
Rink’s little social experiments
constantly flopped.
Leaving Live-in Melsy to suggest,“Why don’t we just let things settle in by themselves this time? Just...take it easy!”
He agreed, but didn’t act that way.
She started packing her things.
So they finally had the talk he had promised.
And he became less Firebrand, and more Cuddle Bunny.
Their politics reverting to sweetly Left.
Uh huh? say you. He’ll try again
to control her.
Nope.
Hope, then, that the prevailing Hieronymus Bosch Conservatives, too, will uncover a personal life?
Mid Guns, and Rights crying out!
It’s Sex won’t listen.
Divine Plan.
Labels: control, guns, politics, relationship, rights, sex
Saturday, February 17, 2018
From Your Republican
Thanx for the sacrifice of your child for my cause.
Cause is heavy. I say what I’m
paid to.
And, oh, nearly forgot.
Thoughts and prayers, or whatever catchwords of Ball-less Christianity.
Labels: bribery, guns, malfeasance, mass murder
Tuesday, November 07, 2017
Guns For Lunatics
Our Lunatic of the Month is a success!
Karl has wasted Mom and Dad and
Chihuahua Ginger.
More were possible but cartoons came on.
Sheriff Tolley Hossins has made his
interrogation available here.
Sure to be a collector’s item since Karl
sings his answers!
If you click on it, you’ll find an easy
way to send money via credit card.
The work must go on!
The Right To Bear Arms is absolute!
Regrettably, we, together, must still
continue proving it.
Labels: gun rights, guns, lunatics
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Dressing Down the Dressers Up
The attack on the fort
didn't go well this year.
More men than ever
being drunk.
And for the first time, some
women dressed as men.
At least remaining sober.
If silly!
In his mind he shoots a
defender dead.
Also a drunk.
Then attackers flee.
How gratifying!
And how the women scream!
He'd only once fired a real
shot in anger.
Missed.
But, young.
Then.
Labels: American History, drunks, guns, re-enactment, violence, war, women
Wednesday, September 06, 2017
Rt-Lft
-I wouldn’t screw her with your dick!
-What a lovely figure of speech?
Then again, you’re a lovely
figure of speech!
-Fuck the Fairy Talk!
-Heil Hitler!
-For sure! Hey! Some ball-less minister
says you’re spose to love me!
-That God is dead!
-Don’t you think Heaven is Open Carry? Really?
-If it is I’ll keep going!
------------
Hurricane Irma halts things after this, a bit.
Labels: God is dead, guns, Hitler, Left, open carry, Right
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Location
to be
where shots fired,
whether last
urban scape
or tru-
er war zone. E-
ven so mired
mid newest passel
of gun-waving rubes.
Labels: guns, rubes, shots fired, urban, war
Tuesday, May 02, 2017
Thinning the Herd
Children exempted, of course.
And beautiful ladies.
The rest, Fair Game.
(Except, Gentleman's Agreement:
old folks, who offer no real sport
because of their pokiness.)
Only one “Bounty” available.
The Ceaselessly Complaining Woman
can be offed for a not too small
honorarium.
Labels: ageism, Bounty, gun sport, guns, Malthus, Population Control, sexism, sport
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
A Sexual History
The last cruel woman leaves the crude town.
And her mark on the young girls.
Who eventually prove wild and intractable.
The Village Council asks them all to go when
the youngest comes of age.
The young men given a chance to vote through
their representative.
They okay the move.
So, men only, and they fight continuously.
And arm themselves, naturally.
After a year of fatalities, The National Guard raids
one ice-dead of night.
No captives.
The original woman comes back and invites others
via the internet.
They eventually form a squabbling government,
instituting an “Only After Sunset” rule for men.
Labels: fighting, girls, guns, local government, men, National Guard, political squabbles, Sexual Politics, town, women
Wednesday, December 09, 2015
Hey Hey Hey It's the NRA!
A Certain Wisdom
Since National Rifle Association claims none
of its members killed in the daily mass murders,
the entire nation joins.
“Can’t keep up the promise now, completely,”
remarks President Skip Happ, “but you can
DEFEND yourself now!”
Labels: gun insanity, gun politics, guns, mass murder, National Rifle Association, NRA, self defense
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
The Revolutionary Woman
Widely assumed that since the Democrats will run a
woman for president, that many Republican gals will
“pull her lever” in the privacy of the voting booth.
And thus not do as they're told.
Such perversity! I'm...still not quite sure. Most Republican
Babes being Stockholm-Syndrome!
Though we had a few in our Revolution! Occupying the YW
in our town.
We had brought our husbands’ weapons from home. Plenty of
groceries too for the inevitable siege.
Which went on for two months. Were we absent from home
all that time?
Not really. Some got back in emergencies, negotiating with the
enemy to pass.
Certain categories of women allowed to:
1) The Happy, Prancing Fool
2) Sweet Sue
3) The Upright Old Broad
4) The Militant, but on simmer.
That first week, Happy, Prancing. We plastered to
the window to watch her wide smile and z-ing gait.
It was a thing of beautiful idiocy. And made the men
quite happy. They all hugged her when she could hold still.
Sweet Sue a week later. Oozed honey. The guards insisted
she stay with them a bit for danish and tea and her most-loving
look–-which lingered long after she left! Like the Cheshire
Cat’s Smile.
No mystery to the UOB, crepe dress crackling with static electricity,
high neckline.
Proper librarian! All the men deferred, pretending she still
carried some sex along with her that might yet charm old
Birkenstock-wearing lesbians.
The only Militant ever granted leave hid some weird sex deep
within her. All males intrigued. And of course willing to be ruled
by her with the future promise of the Great Whamma-Whamma.
No, we didn’t give up, despite what the right-wing media maintains. And maintains.
We negotiated an end to the Occupation.
Mostly done by those Militants who kept the fatal-cliche-mysteriouso down, intellectually.
The weapons still locked in a room at the YW, with our One and
Two having keys.
We failed simply because we wouldn’t shed blood, that is kill
someone’s father or bother.
Next time, we won’t hold to this. As very painful as that is.
Labels: female, Female Advocacy, guns, Republican, Republican Woman, revolution, Revolutionary Woman, violence, war, Women's Movement
Monday, November 09, 2015
Becoming Decisive
-We're doing Second-Amendment Hamlet.
-How does that work? Or blast?
-Speeds it up. The horny King iced at about the eighth minute.
-And his slut, Ham's mom?
-Spared. Left to Heaven.
-That's Lady Macbeth!
-Same theme. Keep the Woman Interest.
-Speaking of which, the beautiful Ophelia?
-Still goes bananas. I have her wending whackily through the
audience, strewing posies.
-Lovely! but a distraction. Nice 38 on hand, and just one corpse
so far? What a waste!
-Not to fret! Polonious and her brother Laerties then dispatched!
-No loss with the old bullshitter, but wasn’t Laerties a bud? Ham’s
Man-Crush! Or was that Horatio?
-Played the field. Tragic accident anyway. Our scattered hero
aiming at a hare loose at court. After all, we have a tragedy here!
Need senseless elements like life itself. Anyway, you just don’t
let up!
-And when Ham gets it in the duel? Well, who’s left with poisoned
rapier to do it?
-Osric, the flit. And New King!
-HE can’t say Good night, sweet Prince, and flights of angels
sing thee to your rest! Too swishy!
-Rosencrantz and Guilderstern in rock n' roll duet. A totally nice bit!
-With video of the angels wearing NRA jackets?
-Vests, so the wings poke through.
Labels: angels, duel, Good Night sweet Prince, gun control, guns, Hamlet, NRA, Second Amendment
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Guns Against Vulgarity
-I put the word tits in my blog.
-Whyso?
-Because I’m vulgar. I’m a vulgar person.
-What does your mother say?
-She doesn’t care about that stuff. It’s the
other mothers! They could organize!
-Already have.
-Yeah, but the few men weaken their group.
-They out-girlie the girls. But, watch it!
They open-carry in addition!
-Oh Dearie Me! The hos-TILL-it-TEE!
Labels: guns, hostility, open carry, vulgarity, women
Friday, October 16, 2015
Rising Again
The Election
“Explain it to them one more time, Smitty. But make
it simpler!”
That from a carrier by my back fence. “If that’s
possible,” added another.
Then they laughed, jostling the usual racist signs.
I had to explain nothing, not running this term,
Giving my slot to a black woman who was trying
this last time.
She proved the most amusing to them of any
possible candidate, and they called her Aunt
Jemima. They had a huge cardboard cutout
of the real one, and moved it around in
seething psychodramas.
When the results came in that evening, it floored
everyone. She won overwhelmingly.
I went into the Lions Den then, their HQ. It was glum,
and the jokes grittier. But I had to see the Police
Chief quickly. I really had no office or platform to
request it from, but asked politely for protection for her.
That, of course, amused him. “No arrests tonight,
and none expected. You gotta learn to relax.”
The best I could get was that they’d “keep an
eye on her--which will be easy because of her
girth.”
I phoned her with congratulations. “Worry not, Smitty.
Already hired three bodyguards. They look like walls
and are not known to laugh!” Then we laughed.
There WAS a murder that night, one of the carriers
taking out another.
The next day, the other party sent a DVD to the TV station
showing the destruction of the cardboard Aunt Jemima
by a bazooka-like weapon.
Cousin Jessy and Uncle Mac played it in an endless loop,
former announcing: “We’re still buying cars in all this
excitement!”
Uncle Mac adding: “And Frontier Dodge-Nissan’ll get
you from O to 60 before you even started out!”
Then the news informed that the FBI wanted a copy of the DVD.
"Frontier’ll sell ‘em that new humongous Hog-Wrangler
if they come here."
Cousin Jessy answered him, “Get the whole bureau
in one of them babies!”
Labels: Aunt Jemima, black woman, election, guns, open carry, Race, racist
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Conversing Hardly Restricted
No problem detailing the horrendous abuse legally.
Thus, Debs acquitted.
Jelly, from the Evidence Room, offered to fix the
Colt, which had jammed after the fatal bullet.
She said yes, but take his time. She had purchased
a pretty Ruger--his family muttering against her.
The Colt attempted to speak to it upon eventual
arrival, but it proved snooty.
Labels: Colt, female, guns, Law, murder, Ruger
Saturday, October 18, 2014
The Place of Coffee and Enactment
Misty complains that Rudolph is not getting
Buck right.
Misty:
He’s all four-letter words!
Rudolph:
It’s acting. We suggest. If it’s one f-word
after the other, it’s too disgusting.
Misty:
Yeah it is! That’s him!
Darla steps in and plays Buck. She’s withering!
Rudolph:
Wow! Hidden fires.
Darla:
I suppose. I do fury!
The judge has decreed that Buck come in later
and watch the DVD. He sits like a librarian.
Buck:
A broad as me? How chick-flick!
Rudolph:
You’ll hafta watch it again and again if you don’t
say something positive.
Buck:
She uglier than I am.
But Buck does offer to play a part in the next psychodrama. He’s assigned sex-addict Carly. Really shimmies, even grabbing Rudolph by the crotch.
Rudolph:
Ouch! Don’t get carried away!
Buck:
We can be. Together.
In this tender moment, news comes that Rhonda has missed this performance to buy a gun!
Misty:
So what? It’s a Right To Shoot State!
But Darla inquires on her cell, finding out
it’s a gift to Rhonda’s mother for Mothers’ Day.
Buck:
So sweet! Like you!
Darla:
Stick to Rudolph, you pig!
Now Misty informs Buck that if he didn’t clean up
his act right now, she’d...!
Buck:
You’ll get Rhonda’s mother to shoot me, or Rudolph to blow me!
Rudolph:
You’re sub-human!
Buck:
You’ll love it! Ask Misty about my humongous package!
More Words follow, and Buck destroys the furniture. Cops get there, and him in a
choke-hold, and he squeaks out:
I’m innocent! They’re the criminals! Breaking up
loving relationships!
Misty has a change of heart then, hitting one
of the cops.
Buck:
See?
Labels: guns, love, manners, psychodrama, relationships, sex, therapy, violence
