Tuesday, May 08, 2018
Economic Determinism, USA
Your Fixer laughs not to worry,
since he has choreographed for
even more circuitous thieves.
You breathe deep the fullest draught
of all, the anti-bureaucratic one! Ah!
Nice daydream, but as Middle-Class
you can’t afford such services--unless
you join his internet pool.
And even then he must be running
a Special.
So. Patience. Rome wasn’t extorted
in a day!
Besides, vast vistas of graft open to
those not really wealthy.
The non-lazy, non-wetback, etc.
It’s a Democracy after all!
Labels: cynicism, fix, government, graft, immigration
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
The Little Brown Guys
appear for crops
and construction.
The Man
likes the lit-
tle brown guys
because they settle
for less.
Those running little stores
like the little brown guys
and know all their names.
Sheriff says they're small
trouble. Pretty tame.
But politicians say no!
A threat horrendous!
One must fear!
But, after they leave
for other crops
and construction
under another Man.
Wink-wink nudge-nudge:
Thus the world goes round.
And round, a rather
agreeable sound.
Labels: hypocrisy, Illegals, immigration, politics of immigration
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Etc
-Let em huddle! Or fuckin drown!
-What kind of American are you?
-An ALL-American!
Labels: All America, cruelty, death of immigrants, huddled masses, immigration, politics of immigration
Tuesday, June 03, 2014
Department of Heavy Questons
How Many Illegal Immigrants
Can Dance On the Head of a Pin?
Depends. You need ‘em for rhetoric, what’s the difference ever?
You need ‘em to pick your fuckin melons:
battalions!
Labels: farming, immigration, politics of immigration, rhetoric
Wednesday, April 09, 2014
Dreaming the Future
Councils
He dreams continuously of screwing small brass parts together,
and awakes exhausted, with stiff and throbbing fingers.
Night after night. Finally, gets permission to present his
case to the Dream Council.
All listen thoughtfully except a quite fat woman. "Now you
know what it feels like to actually WORK!"
He assures her that his meet-greet job involving immigrants
can be tiring: keeping up the smile and patter etc.
“I don't understand all these song-and-dance positions. And why
do we even need an Immigrant Council? They get everything
they want already. At the expense of true Americans!”
She later insists her remarks be stricken from the record.
Meets him later at the compulsory coffee. "I'm sorry to undermine
your real work, but getting tired of all the whining, especially
from Spick-e-os, and the Black and Yellow Perils." She chomps
a danish menacingly.
He puts the small black square from the council under his pillow that night and sleeps well, but wakes thinking of the virulent fat woman.
He would have reported her to The Surveillance Council, but anyone who did was, in turn, intensely shadowed in minute by minute life and online.
It had been six years with one couple he knew, and they even
invited one of their trailers to their Wedding Anniversary party.
Originally, they had made the mistake of complaining about a neighbor's uproarious Nazi Sing-Alongs.
Surveillance Council, in sum, ended up with virtually no work and
thus became a natural berth for politician's sons and daughters,
their parties legendary.
Labels: council, future, government, immigration, Nepotism, surveillance
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Secessionists have petitioned
the Executive
for exit. Of
scratch-ass Red
States, there-
fore Snow White
in alleged mind,
though boobus
americanus to
most. (To be fair,
liberal succession
advocates exist.
They're of course
for the best stuff:
Justice.)
Back on subject,
Racist Republicans
can’t afford this rout
of their Clown Car
so careening.
As a kid at the circus,
New Haven Arena, an
actual tiny little
clown car entering
the spotlight, thence
disgorging to my delight
what seemed
an endless stream
of motley knockabouts.
To America come!
we implore all
huddled masses
not named Juan or Hasan.
You’ll have opportunity
and never have to
grow up.
the Executive
for exit. Of
scratch-ass Red
States, there-
fore Snow White
in alleged mind,
though boobus
americanus to
most. (To be fair,
liberal succession
advocates exist.
They're of course
for the best stuff:
Justice.)
Back on subject,
Racist Republicans
can’t afford this rout
of their Clown Car
so careening.
As a kid at the circus,
New Haven Arena, an
actual tiny little
clown car entering
the spotlight, thence
disgorging to my delight
what seemed
an endless stream
of motley knockabouts.
To America come!
we implore all
huddled masses
not named Juan or Hasan.
You’ll have opportunity
and never have to
grow up.
Labels: clown car, immigration, red state, Republican, Secession, Secessionists
Monday, September 27, 2010
Gold!
I live in Cocoa Beach, Florida, and if the shooting war between staunch white Republicans and undocumented brown workers coincides with a Category-5 hurricane, blood will flow down from the causeways.
I hope to have a brick of Kraft cheese to strike a deal with a shattered guy bearing a loaf of bread.
I won’t sell my cheese outright. No way.
And neither I nor my future survival partner will accept a bar of gold.
I live in Cocoa Beach, Florida, and if the shooting war between staunch white Republicans and undocumented brown workers coincides with a Category-5 hurricane, blood will flow down from the causeways.
I hope to have a brick of Kraft cheese to strike a deal with a shattered guy bearing a loaf of bread.
I won’t sell my cheese outright. No way.
And neither I nor my future survival partner will accept a bar of gold.
Labels: Golden Gate, hurricane, immigration, survival, White Republicans
Monday, May 17, 2010
Welcome to Arizona USA
“One woman named Alma Chacón
gave birth while shackled
with a 12-foot long chain.
She wasn't able to hold
her baby for 70 days until
she was finally released.”*
*Christine Ahn and Linda Burnham,
Foreign Policy in Focus (FPIF) Arizona Rising
“One woman named Alma Chacón
gave birth while shackled
with a 12-foot long chain.
She wasn't able to hold
her baby for 70 days until
she was finally released.”*
*Christine Ahn and Linda Burnham,
Foreign Policy in Focus (FPIF) Arizona Rising
Labels: Arizona, immigration
Monday, May 03, 2010
Governor, Adviser
-Don’t sign this bill! We'll be a laughingstock nationally!
-Our core is frothing at the mouth for it.
-And a great many can't walk without their knuckles
dragging on the ground.
-Some are pretty enough. All are beaucoup furious.
-Call in the leaders and craft a compromise.
-Ask them to withdraw it so I don’t have to veto?
-Let's stay in civilization. A tenuous hold at best.
-They won't. It's suicide.
-I'm still hoping they can...and you...still possible to...
-Nonsense! I'm boxed in.
-There'll be boycotts, parades. Demonstrations!
Maybe even more anger than even now!
-I’m forced to embrace our maniacs. I'm signing it.
-And may God have mercy...
-God stays out of politics.
-And Satan laughs his ass off.
-Don’t sign this bill! We'll be a laughingstock nationally!
-Our core is frothing at the mouth for it.
-And a great many can't walk without their knuckles
dragging on the ground.
-Some are pretty enough. All are beaucoup furious.
-Call in the leaders and craft a compromise.
-Ask them to withdraw it so I don’t have to veto?
-Let's stay in civilization. A tenuous hold at best.
-They won't. It's suicide.
-I'm still hoping they can...and you...still possible to...
-Nonsense! I'm boxed in.
-There'll be boycotts, parades. Demonstrations!
Maybe even more anger than even now!
-I’m forced to embrace our maniacs. I'm signing it.
-And may God have mercy...
-God stays out of politics.
-And Satan laughs his ass off.
Labels: immigration
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Illegals
Republicans require cheap labor,
their supine rednecks having
gotten legs under them.
Democrats want new voters.
So it's Social Darwinists vs
Tammany Hall. I'll take latter as
more fitting the warmer tradition
of thumping American Corruption.
Labels: Illegals, immigration
Monday, July 20, 2009
At GOP Club
-We got in a box on that Hispanic nominee. Lean over backwards for the immigrant bashers while grabbing the departing Spicks.
-And we didn’t need another of our sex scandals to erupt!
-Never be caught with a dead girl or a live boy.
-Mixing our subjects, that new waiter is cute.
-He’s Juan. I didn’t know you were Juan too–quoting an old, sick pun.
-Yourself?
-We got in a box on that Hispanic nominee. Lean over backwards for the immigrant bashers while grabbing the departing Spicks.
-And we didn’t need another of our sex scandals to erupt!
-Never be caught with a dead girl or a live boy.
-Mixing our subjects, that new waiter is cute.
-He’s Juan. I didn’t know you were Juan too–quoting an old, sick pun.
-Yourself?
Labels: GOP, Hispanic, immigration, sex scandal
