Don't forget to vote!

There once was a boy from Nantucket Who lived his whole life in a Bucket On HIS way to vote He FELL out the boat Thought better, then cried out: "Oh FUCK it!"

Fork the Rich

Rich people don't make Art or Sculpture They'd rather be an Ugly Vulture Weathies have no need to see 'em Live empty lives in their Museum That's what they pay OTHERS for They're only fit to mind the Store Rich folks don't have new Ideas Only oral Diarrheas To make more money, they will Hurry Then run right home to fret and Worry The Filthy Rich - they don't do Science They deserve to feel Defiance They're better off when they stay SILENT But all too often they get VIOLENT Glad I'm not some DUMB Rich Bitch I'll take my chance, and risk a Glitch Their conscience? It's a Hockey Puck They're only Rich by dint of Luck Tax the rich and Feed the Poor Until there ain't no Rich, NO MORE!

Halloween

HALLOWEEN THY FALLOW SCREEN; Ahead - ago, your scribe must GROW. Though at times you've all annoyed me Nonetheless do not avoid me While it's true I did offend you Nonetheless I now commend you: If you feel like getting Rough Wait no more, just have a Go at me Yes indeed the times are Tough I've recorse just now to Poetry I'll RHYME until the Thirty First Kindly, curt, polite and Terse Nay I'll not devote the TIME 'Less ev'ry word I write shall RHYME My impression is in EARNEST Thou with ease each concept TURNEST Then you'll be free to thrust and PARRY And Dan will be word-hindered, VERY Me thinks thou dost protest too much While Goldstein flails at verse and such Yet though he needs to grope and Dance Each letter cries out clear to France: "Yes it's laudible to be audible - But I'm more smitten by what's written!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLKiMbC6s2k

King Street, Do that Thing Street!

"KING Street Yuppies? WEALTHY Puppies! So move it on over And ASK, don't hover! King Street WEEKENDS are Mighty Busy Spare Change THERE - you won't get Dizzy So move it on over And ASK, don't hover! Mad that STATE Street ain't that GREAT Street? Then move it on over And ask, don't hover! Beggars really CAN be choosers Greedy people? - ALWAYS losers! So move it on over And ASK, Don't hover ASK for MONEY from the RICHIES And POCKET-change will fill your BRITCHIES! SO MOVE IT on OVER - Don't BEG like ROVER!" http://host.madison.com/news/local/madison-city-council-bans-panhandling-on-state-street-mall-capitol/article_c3e01dba-0216-11e2-820d-0019bb2963f4.html

Tautological Astrological

"The Roman Pope's a NASTY man Fondles children when he CAN Baptist preachers - PRETTY funny TV Scammers BEG for money Stone that HUSSY, said the CLERIC Muslims can get quite HYSTERIC Then there are our Jewish BROTHERS "DO this! DON'T do THAT!" and OTHERS Makes me DOUBT the Lion of Judah Think I may CONVERT to Buddha My bloodline is SAXON-NORMAN But I eschew the Book of MORMON Had your fill of My Tautology? What say WE take up ASTROLOGY"

Freedom of Choice

Now about that MOST contentious Green Bay-Seattle game... No matter to what ABSURD lengths THEY go - attempting to raise specking particulates to levels newsworthy- their TRIVIA remains inalterably MUNDANE, LAUGHABLE, CONTEMPTIBLE. No matter how they PORTRAY the RIDICULOUS, vainly trying to dress him up as SUBLIME, THEY fail. So "Sorry" to be the BEARER, some Bad News. I, the Balloon-Popper of soc...iety's MASS ILLUSION. It matters NOT the Green-Gold won't advance to Playoffs! We inhabit this damned world, boiling with Psycho-LOSERS, those who cannot recognize this place, where billions HUNGER at night. So bite NO toenails to bleeding, bemoan NEVER Aaron Rogers' goat-song. I poke along only slowly, 'cause Today I'm RELIEVED, I believe - I'm even alone sustaining certitude - There's NOONE like me, and even if there IS - we make a minority so minor as to be already DEAD. Yet I don't mind; Still I MUST live - Still I IMAGINE!!! By now you're time and again told the NFL referee decision in the GAME is NEWS. The local channels all ran it Numero Uno on September Two-Five. But news it is NOT. FARCE it is, DISTRACTION, DIVERSION and most unhealthy Charade. Men running, running, senseless, around, chasing a missile. A rugrat's past-time, a SPECTRE, A hallowed GHOST, a monmumental TRICK. Now GET over and MAKE some NEWS. Okay: maybe asking too much - all rather rusty are we. Go into the Biblio, the closet, the church, the office, to the next room. Think you'll find WISDOM when you pop Imbecile's Box? Don't even waste your mind, BOOT up instead. A WORLD of IDEAS awaits. Letterman's LAME and Leno LAGS! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVGINIsLnqU

USA; too old, tired and broke to play that stale WORLD-COP game anymore.

Learn, learn, learn. Learn the HISTORY, the GEOPOLITICAL CONTEXT behind the interminable illegalities and immoralities that have been systematically conducted, especially since 1947, by numerous branches of the US Government. Learn that while some functions of government are both positive and necessary to the function of a healthy society, many others are not. Particularly harmful are those entities, such as CIA, NSA, DIA, Naval Intelligence and so on, that exist primarily for the purpose of carrying out unwarranted interventions in the affairs of other, sovereign nations. By now it has become profoundly evident to many, if not most Americans, that we cannot continue to play World-Cop. The price has been too high, in monetary, political and personal costs, not only to people in the Third World, but to ourselves. Then there are the many domestic arms of repression: Homeland Security, FBI, BATF, DEA, Federal Bureau of Prisons and others, whose aim is to make of our former Republic a hell-hole of totalitarianism. These too must be exposed to the sanitizing effect of strong daylight. Learn, learn, learn. Search all the Freedom of Information pages that interest you. Discover and uncover what has been done in your name, before it's too late. We should all take the greatest advantage of the intellectual faculties endowed us by our creator, whoever or whatever that creator is. After you've learnt, then act. Use life to the fullest, while you still have life to experience. No one can know what comes later, if anything at all follows this "waking dream." So don't wait untill it's too late. I IMPLORE us ALL. http://www.thetakeaway.org/2012/sep/25/new-report-highlights-extent-civilian-causalities-drone-attacks/?utm_source=local&utm_media=treatment&utm_campaign=featuredcomment&utm_content=article

The Innocence of Mugwumps

Christianity is not a religion, it is a mental disease, and that applies equally to Protestantism, Catholicism and Eastern Orthodoxy. Judaism is not a religion, it is a mental disease. Islam is not a religion, it is a mental disease. Mormonism is not a religion, it is a mental disease. Hinduism is not a religion, it is a mental disease, or at the very least, a totally incoherent series of fables. Sikhism is... (hands off for now, American Sikhs have recently been targeted unfairly and in a most barbaric manner). Buddhism is... (for the life of me, I can't find anything about Buddhism to really offend or even annoy me, so I'll just have to keep trying). Bahai'ism is... (ditto for Bahai'ism, though I'm sure I'll figure out some unforgivable transgression against sanity that Bahai's have committed). Sorry if anyone feels left out; I have to learn more about other faiths before I can feel justified in condemning them. With time, all things are possible. The following is a horrible and stupid film, but I cannot concur with practitioners of a religion who, in their actions, make it abundantly clear that they need to grow up and enter the 20th Century, to say nothing of the twenty-first. If Muslims are protesting and rioting against the United States because of abominable acts like the 43-day bombing of Iraq's civilian population during the 1991 Gulf War, then I am fully and completely on their side. If they are rioting and demonstrating against the USA in order to assert their belief that even idiotic movies like the one below should not be accorded the protection of our First Amendment, then I'm sorry, but I do not agree, and there's nothing I can do to help them. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lgx1_JVxfZE

Bankrupt Facebook; deactivate Today. One can only try!

Inasmuch as Facebook is reflective of this awful and dreary time in human history, this era of glorified violence, elevated greed, celebrity-championed vulgarity and compulsive materialism, it suffers from the unavoidable characteristic of being addictive without making itself worthy of said addiction. It is, I suppose, able to be utilized, by more capable hands, in some wondrously original and brilliant way - but I remain unable or maybe just merely unsuccessful thus far of wielding it as an instrument of genius. The "average user" appears to be stuck in a feed-back loop of interminable banality. The more capable users probably see it as an onerous habit, an insidious psychological peril, and a potentially frightful waste of time. They probably depend on some system, some satisfying method of preserving their own integrity in the face of enormous temptation. I've found any such "Happy Medium" elusive. What is even worse, the frustration inherent in not causing my time here to serve a higher purpose seems to bring out some of the worse attributes that are common, in myself and others, during this ugly period of Human History. So many of us are dangerously immersed in redundant musings, authoritarian impulses, disembodied babbling and hostile emoting, as if those disparate tendencies were inexorably, mysteriously inter-related. I'm not particularly impressed with social media's supposed transformative capabilities. Or were those "capabilities" merely a product of my delusional thinking? But I suppose there's no harm in waiting a day or two before digitally discorporating. Uggh, I doubt my own will-power to digitally discorporate for a meaningful amount of time - that speaks elegant volumes as to why I should! (Note: Deactivated my Facebook account on Sept. 10, 2012. Still resisting temptation!)

Barry! Barry!

I WON'T vote for HIM again! Oh sure, President Reagan talks a good game. He gives very rousing, inspirational speeches, and the First Lady was in fine form the other night. But Mr. Reagan has NOT delivered the Change! he promised during the 2008 campaign. Reagan keeps blamimg our current economic distress on his predecessor, and that's getting old. And while Reagan justly claims Congress has obstinately thwarted his every constructive move, you won't convince me most Americans are better off than they were four years ago. This year, I'm voting for America's favorite self-made man, Senator Goldwater. Barry Goldwater is absolutely right when he says we need to allow the Free Market to work its magic, without the nagging interference of Big Government bureaucrats. His running mate is even more proudly Private Enterprise-friendly than he. Also, Goldwater has wisely promised to send 40,000 American soldiers back to Vietnam, to finish the job Reagan left us when he cut and ran. Don't say you weren't warned this time around! Barry Goldwater wisely maintains that we face dire consequences if we let our guard down again. Even now, seventy-eight thousand Socialist-Islamic-Nazi-Homosexual lobbyists are preparing to storm the beaches of Hilton Head. Don't stay home this November; the stakes are too high for you to remain indifferent. Senator Goldwater: In Your Heart, You Know He's RIGHT.

Blistered and Bleeding

We are live amidst the detritus prevailing in the wake of a deflat'd, devalu'd bubble - Of most recent acclaim, the global economic collapse of Autumn 2008, and its overvalu'd housing hype. We, all stragglers, refugees from the psychic and spiritual rubble of other deflat'd bubbles, even the One Percenters, though realize they it not. We suffer'd understat'd agony, ahoy! Ye Dot.Com bust of 2000-2001, Ye Greed is Good wreckage of the late 1980s, Ye Energy bust of 1973 and its subsequent malaise, Ye olde Lyndon Johnson a-spent the optimism of his Great Society on Blood Sport in Vietnam. Somewhere, only dimly view'd now, we suffer the slings and arrows sent future-ward from the Great Crisis of 1930-39; the consequences of its insideous margin-based mode of overheat'd exchange wobble in perpetutity, in form of lessons unlearned. Damages from all the aforemention'd strike us, oh so aggressively cumulative. We claw our way out, fingers blister'd and bleeding, through Ye toppl'd house of cards, whilst Greedy, hubris-infected Capitalists toss another deck on the pile. We instruct ourselves, imagine the tiniest hint of daylight. Alas, THIS especially stale piece of bubble gum - chewed relentlessly by seven billion terrestrial bubble heads - willing or unwilling - what choice do we have? Because, my good man or woman, no other game around is there to play, to prey. A 24-7 available End Time prosperity fantasy is masticat'd midst History's unprecedent'd calamity. Even Mr. Gates, Mr Zuckerberg and the rest of their self-pitying, us-ignoring billionaire millieu cannot run, cannot hide, 'less there really is a gated community awaiting them, Mars-bound above the teeming mushroom cloud. They need step up, and offer 99% of their "ill-come" to our Earth-wide communal trust, a transnational piggie-bank whose explicitly stat'd aim - to reconstruct Iraq, pursue emergency CO2 sequestration, achieve urgent nuclear de-toxification, subsidize one hundred million Africans whose food stocks will soon be deplet'd. That sustinence already unaffordable to many, whilst drought-flood grows ever more severe. Alternately, we jettison our Throwaway Planet, create the transfer points of a viable mass transit to the stars, having expediently succeed'd in dreaming impossible dreams, groovy co-operation at the Apocalypse Now Hotel. Pardon me, I've been reading too many books about 1960s San Francisco, and trying my own hand.

Have I told you yet how much I hate Ron Paul?

A "God Question." I don't trust Ron Paul one bit. His supporters snivel about not being able to have their say at the convention, but the Texas representative has supported policies that would effectively disenfranchise millions of voters. Paulistas complain they were cheated out of victory at January's New Hampshire Repub primary; if so, they got a taste of their own bitter medicine. Paul opposes the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the 14th Amendment; he also voted against renewing the Voting Rights Act of 1965. Using a fallacious state's rights argument that flies in the face of the First Amendment's insistence on separation of church and state, Representative Paul upholds the implementation of the Pledge of Allegiance in the schools, thereby imposing religion in public life. Ron Paul, the best candidate Global Big Business and American Theocracy can buy. He'd like to privatize just about everything. It's unfortunate Republican dissenters can't come up with a better man or woman to stage a rebellion on the convention floor. http://crooksandliars.com/karoli/did-ron-paul-limit-first-amendment-christia http://vimeo.com/19602654 http://www.huffingtonpost.com/andrew-reinbach/president-ron-paul-ron-pa_b_890037.html

Wish You Were Here

I'm sorry I missed church this morning, Parson Alan Project. I've become a lesbian, dropped out of business school, begun practicing witchcraft with Sister Salacious down at Anton LaVey Park in Beautiful Downtown Burbank. See you there for services, next week. Don't be late. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ldBpQkIVv8

Dear Bob Dobbs

Dear Bob: Yesterday was Game Day Numero Uno! Bleak September 1, 2012. He's NOW TIME. Not leetle olde WAY BACK WHEN TIME, Big Event's transitive raw deal for Jimmy Crack cocaine jocks, they place an undue sense of importance-identity on blaring, pathos-ridden sight, Groin men stupidliciously elevate your child's game, up heights' hoary hell. Hike! state religion. It's Coach Thorazine Fermentoid's brew pub halitosis, mass-psychosis, It's Cheeseworld's Bucky Sucky Badgers, PLAYing one first tiresome and tepid round, rearing, roaring, reaming endless tedium a new *sshole, drearily dragging stagnant state's mentality down with, again, again, again. He's closeted, cloistered queers galore, butt-slapping men lovers jonesing for a fix, History's televised faggotry. The prime spectacle, the hectoring grunt, jolly, jocular, jersey-jerry-jagged testosterone addicts. They devote, voluntarily mind you, self-limited cranial capacity in straight service of a twisted goal. It's the INDUSTRY, man! It's the Bozo Bizarre, the Bimbo Boutique, the Herd Consciousness run rampant, round the rugged rock, see Monte catch the Ball. Run Sport, run, run the runs out your depleted pig-skin brain, till you have nary a nihilism, nor a nattering nag to MATCH. No perturbing pensivity for the Knight, Nay, never, neither nor life's longing irritation. NO! idea as athletic anachronisms arch ponderous passes far above LEGIONS strictly underachieving. Glorify grotesque grossness, O Jock Strap ghouls athwart Limber Jack's lugubrious, lumbering Logos. Ya hey friends! Could, should would (MUST) pertain wacky Boob toob neighbors, The genus Jay Leno, all "you hoo!" and obtaining validation for heart's contagious imbecility, Bart Starr's spirit hampers David-Lettermanning ideation, ambling ardently amok, a Gay God's pursuit of surreptitious pickled pansies' pow-wow thus asperated the pickup truck exhaust. A celebration, across ether's televacation, naughty Norberto joins know-nothing's Party, Neither here nor there, and ESPECIALLY not how, where or why is Afghanland, on the map? Get even seeking to kill it, Now THAT's a bit of fun on hooliganesqueski GAME DAY! 'Cause-its President TOLD us, too.