Sunday, November 04, 2018
Complexity of Question
The Anti-Semite boys and girls
perform a lovely dance.
Pretty enough
to exclude
some others too.
Or do without.
Isn't this what Beauty does?
Agrees? Yes, but mustn't
that imply
ruling out, too? So,
where find joy
but in hate?
And even lies.
Labels: aesthetics, anti-Semitic, beauty, dance, hate, politics
Thursday, September 13, 2018
Republican Party USA
Monday, September 04, 2017
Even-Tempered
Brelle and Lindsey befriended him at
his new job.
But the two women went missing the
following week.
He had enjoyed their chats at lunch and
on breaks.
They were found murdered in the fresh
apartment they had decided to share.
He dealt with mostly automated
systems at work, and now discovered
he had spoken to practically no one
in the past few days.
At breaks, he read his tablet as to
the murder. Felt uncomfortable
talking to anyone about it.
Hate Crime. Was the hateful slayer
nearby?
It all hurt him so.
In one particularly grinding
stretch of a couple of days,
he spoke to nobody at all.
Went home to TV and bed.
For those two full days, no phone
calls either.
His mother hadn’t buzzed since
arriving in Spain.
The detectives, asking questions
in a nearly empty office supplied by
Human Resources, thought all this odd.
His mother reached his cell during their visit.
Insisted on speaking Spanish.
He had to tell her that he’d get back to her
manana.
He did agree with the detectives as to
his isolation being strange.
That evening phoned his old buddies from
the former job and they decided to go to a
hockey game.
Detectives Max Herkle and Dora Moriarty
had meanwhile ruled him out as a suspect.
Dora: “That man has no motives, good or bad,
for anything!”
Labels: ., friends, friends at work, hate, hate crime, isolating work, lesbian, passive, personality, sensitive, suspect, work
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
Wednesday, October 07, 2015
Two Stages of Reaction
The new, scant millionaires are worried sick
most of the time! Government and everybody
else threatening to claw money back!
And always the atmosphere of violence!
Vocabulary of Hate! The children feel it at school.
The billionaires swim through the menace. Laugh. If it does come to guillotines and executioners, they’ll buy them.
And if that proves impossible, they’ll yacht to nations they already half own.
Their senators crewing.
Labels: billionaire, execution, executionor, guillotine, hate, millionaire, revolution, senator, Vocabulary of Hate
Monday, May 04, 2015
Hate Mail
Why Swirtzy received so much hate mail remains
a mystery. The hate was rarely directed at him
personally, but at every other target imaginable.
One group sought to destroy the Congress
at one explosive swoop. Another to destroy all
Congresses everywhere. Mostly from the right;
left lacks brio here.
No longer enough room in his mailbox,
so the apartment super gave the mailman
a duplicate key to Swirtzy's storeroom.
Heppy, the Super, declared it a fire hazard
soon after, and offered to load his pickup with
the hate and drive to a landfill.
That's when FBI and Homeland Security stepped in.
Evidence, and must be preserved. The storage room
was sealed, and Mrs Geddings had to give hers up,
moving her spare Hummel menagerie to her apartment.
Swirtzy was so bland, it was hard disliking him, but she
was an expert.
The hometown police drove him to the downtown
offices of both Security Guardians, and he was
grilled separately on the premise that there had to be
more to him than meets the eye.
There wasn't. Less. Their extensive sex questions
especially proved duds. He had none to speak of.
Lucy Hellickson, Lie Detector Operator, dozed. “I gotta
get married!” she told Agent Bellsome, “out half the
week got me whacked!”
Finally the agents labeled him HHN, Hapless,
Hopeless Nerd. Since they had thousands of
leads from his storerooms, they no longer needed him.
So they moved Swirtzy from the mail, with a new
name, to a glacial lake somewhere. He became
a watchman for an empty company that had
moved to Vietnam.
He has been offered a computer to email his
few chums from the old neighborhood, but
turned it down. He knows it would be flooded
by the crazies.
So, when not working, he sits and stares
into the blue lake.
How productive a stare is anybody's guess.
But that's the case with everyone.
Labels: Congress, hate, hate mail, Left, Paranoid Right, Right, witness protection
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Important Parties
He still hated her.
But there she was at the party for Mickey and
Melora going to Europe for his job.
Laughing! Well he had seen her cry many a time.
The more she enjoyed, the more he withdrew.
Finally sitting in the middle of several chairs,
nursing the bottle he had brought. Perhaps not
the exact one...had grabbed it from a table.
He's eventually shoved to the wall with the chairs,
and rugs thrown over the jumble. For the kids and
their dancing.
Muttering under there, and then crying. One youngster
shouts “Lighten up, Old Man!”
Their comedian.
He falls asleep, but wakes to hear her leaving.
Even over all the din, her usual hysteria.
Emerges in the middle of crazy dancing.
But Becks rescues blinking him. "Where you been?
We got a helluva football pool going! Throwing in
twenty each, so one sweet payoff!"
"I'm in!"
“Money talks!”
Gives him the twenty. “I got the munchies you wouldn’t believe!”
“Eat for Crisakes! Enough for an army!”
Laurette loads her plate too. Did she see Delsey leave?
“Yeah, with some bum. Exquisite taste!...oh I’m sorry:
you were one.”
“Ancient History!”
Labels: behavior, hate, hurt, neighborhood, party, relationship, time
Monday, August 18, 2014
Meeting Lovely Men
Bert and Gert
-Now you take Karl. Hates Jews and Blacks
and Spicks and Women and Gays...uh,
Moslems of any sex and shade.
-Covers the Waterfront. And afterthoughts.
-But is open about it all and funny!
His wisecracks about Political Correctness
are hilarious. Does one witty routine there.
-Comedian of Hate.
-You're overstating! Especially since he's
the loveliest guy you'll ever meet.
-I've met lovelier.
Labels: black, hate, Hispanic, humor, Jew, Political Correctness, women
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
CSPAN
The Violent Bear It Awry
Once unwound,
the haters get
played out
in flaming, then,
well, lose the thread.
They're riled too
with the time
moderator gives. It
eats them in addition
to nearly everything else.
Labels: caller, CSPAN, hate, violent
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Country Matters
O the bumpkins want their gunkins.
The more lethal the better
to at the least fantasize mass
murder or race war. If gays
have the sense to back off, sights
will be lowered in their case. Late for
the match, so Hate prospers quite
bristlingly without them.
Labels: bumpkin, country, gay, guns, hate, Race, race war, violent fantasy
Friday, August 20, 2010
The Party
goes where the votes
are & slips 'em hate
they wish. Don’t
feel superior
to the clods GOP
demagogues.
We all hear
what we want.
