The Message Column

Oh how crazy Trump was to dare to tweet his authentic outrage back at that 3 AM time some weeks back. It's must be hard for some of these true-believing Democrats to finally understand that what we've been saying all along is true: you back the wrong horse, you support a false revolution. We aren't here to make Trump a king, we were all resisting to make sure that Dame Hill would just stay in the forest (at her gingerbread house? Depends who you ask, if she has gone Into The Woods, are Bill and her Hansle and Grettle? How so White privledge to be allowed to lead such a fairy tail life.

I try to leer away from this whole road pizza issue. It's a torid subject, and it ought not be true even if it is. A midlife guy's paradox because if things are true they are true and they stay true. But, you know, some people don't care what words mean. They make them mean. They make them meaner. They make them the meaniest mean mean you have ever seen. In the case of the bun in the back appartat-chat chick, (chick with a ? ) oh, ick, why can't you stick to the subject of this schitck and not go off with that gay humor sticky situation; for the good of this, and every nation, national security is international security. A breech is a breech and a beach is a beach and a bitch is a bitch and some people are just bastards.

In many circles it's ok when a woman gets truculent in her position. She does reptilian things? They say that you are judging her, how dare you. Can't you see how she (credit goes to Rush Limbaugh for pointing this out ) how she schruggles? (struggles?)?

Rightgous outrage is a wonderful thing, as a kind of explosive brew that clears the stale air out of the halls of governance. When people get angry sometimes they get clever. When they get clever they get new ideas. Those ideas might just solve vexing and lingering problems that have created a stale situation for constituents in need of relief. What relief does the full surveylance, under the guise of some rouse of foriegn interference, did a surveylance of a rival parties operatives, in full view of everybody in that province of their important wet-lands, not just a merky and festering bog, but a necessary and acceptible, totally in front of everyone-who-needs-to-know's eyes (without having to have nitty gritty details). There were no wires tapped. And wrapping paper doesn't wrap itself. There are rules in place and people can say, with their affirmative puke-of-lies utterance, from that quarter that 'no laws were broken'. As if that crowd ever cared about following the law. They don't need no stinking warrents.

Dead common cartel governance of well-placed insiders with a penchant to stay-on-cause and to not care, at all, about what the stinkin' law is really supposed to be. Clearly out of control and unhinged and then, they concocted a plethora of yummy gossip and lies about the other candidate, which is what pepole do during an electin, that kind of people, and they used it like a black face and then tried to paint it on the face of our modern champion, the guy from Queens who wears an orange tan like a sepia side show photo exhibit, except it's not sepia but a kind of sun-tan orange. It's funny. It's OK because he pulls it off. I like orange crackers. Glen (Glen who?) why would you waste them by crumbling them on your face?

So, ya, the last regime behaved just as we all suspected and tried to smear their hateful demagouging upon the continance of the most dashing current guy in the White House. And the outted all of the people of the current presidents organization (that is the allegation, is it true, oh please don't burst into steam, all you snowflakes. Upon the realization that your crowd has been lead by dupes and charliatons nad violators of the public privacy that you, too, dear blizzard dropping, from the clouds stormed up by . . . oh snow flake, don't burst into steam. Turn, instead, to a drop of cool water condensing it down to irrigate the parched lands in the scorched over regions of the liberal and progressive appaocalypse (which is all in your minds).

Snowflakes, they are useless when they block the road. They impeed the important things that will get done, even if they are just plowed to the side, that icey brew, a hard freeze? (the cold is the lies of the mendacious of the fake-news indusdry, who delude that they still have credibility). Yes, the water of the next generation, that awesome drink of legacy warm kind blooming into caring adulthood, got flash frozen by lies and propaganda and constant on-message harping of distrustworthy ideolouges. And it all snowed down upon the roads and by ways and got plowed to the side by the machines of this modern world, to melt in the warmth of the sun.

But even though a snow bank will just melt away in a few days of warm rain, it's still dangerous as a road hazzard and it will wreck thing in your undercarriage. So just let it be. Let it melt. It will irrigate the wetlands that naturally form on such days, on roadside, in fallow lowlands, where ducks and birds find heaven and live to raise their next generation. We all know that these true believers of the young crowd aren't really going to melt. They aren't really snowflakes at all. They've been lied to. They have been used. Their street-cred is constantly usurped. Those who usurp all causes can't be trusted to advocate for any of them. Free yourself from the mendacious appartchicks of the old order and reassess your own beliefs. The truth is never a lie, despite what Grace might have sung in her song. But her point is clear: what we think is truth often turns out otherwise. You move on. Find someone to love. Don't ask them their politics. Random acts of kindness? You might seem flightly and people will think you are out for something. Pick people you know, or meet, who need the help. And don't make a display of it.

Yes, it's awesome, being young and wanting to do good for a cause. But is it really a good cause? Why that cause? Enthusiasum is awesome, and fellowship between men (men: a term that means mankind which includes both or any category, gender, or whatever that you need to obcess about. It's an English language term that dates back centuries. People who tell you not to use it are misguided. they are being what is known as 'dialectical imperialists', which is a tactic of various dedicated apparatchiks for various causes of various authenticity.). So be one involved in the dance at the Summer festival. But festival rules: like fish, it all stinks after a few days. You got to Go on home, your momma's calling you (from Cosmic Charlie lyrics by R. Hunter)

I was hoping that it wouldn't get to this, that no one would have to go to jail for crimes that were stupid and behavior that wasn't going to work. Did the people in charge think that everyone in governance was as willing to violate the spirit of the law, and what does seem, if it's not criminal, it probably should be considered as such. The protocols were made loose. The submissive apparatchik was emboldened. Who knows what kind of subhuman operant conditioning goes on in that circle. Clearly the morality was gone, the sense of shamelessness gone wild. They were so sure, so very very sure. Oh, ya, technically . . . technically . . . but it violates the very moral principles that were the original foundations of our Liberal establishment. It shows us all, and it ought to be close to the end of their chapter of complete depraved corruption, it shows us all how the spirit of mendacious control-freak on-message urge has destroyed the moral credibility of a whole sector of our political establishment and made them seem to be little better than the creeps and thugs who they imagine their 'opposition' is: they had tried to smear any dissenters in whatever way possible. And now, now we see that they are just what they were telling others to delude their opposition would be when in power. They put their own putrid morality upon the opposition. They can't believe that anyone who opposes them could have any beliefs that are valid.

I'm just rambling on now. I don't really know what they could believe about who that oppose them. I don't know what they think of the 'opposition'. What I do know is that they have, at least, proven that the president was justified in his anger in the early AM upon discovering what really happened. If it were legal to do what those people did, during an election, is shouldn't have been.

Don't expect apologies from the left. Don't expect various solans of the Democrats to admit to anything. It would be remarkible if they would. I don't want any of these democrats going to prison for their crimes, but they crossed a fairly clear line, drawn back two-hundred and fifty years ago. Their violations require a response by prosecutors. And credible Democrats are well advised to get off the 'hate train' that is trying to sabotage the new administration.

I'm not suggesting capitulation to policies and programs of which you disagree. Of course if you have local aide you need and the 'sanctuary city' thing is a big problem, and you fear funds being cut off . . . you've got to do a show for your voters. You ccan't betray your immigrant friends, can you? so be authentic and outraged and oppose the guy who I support, with full force of bread and puppet (and being civil and non-combative).

Don't be a brainwashed dupe who auto-hates anyone one that paid-for celebrities say they don't like. Who makes them the arbitors? Is it even cool to ask people they voted for? The response of outspoken Trump-phobes will be interesting to notice in the next few days. Or will the left just pretend that none of it happened? na na na na. I can't hear you. These allegations seem serious enough that it might be that if people don't step up and say 'oh, sh_t, we were wrong, Trump was surveyled', they might loose some cred later, the next election.

I don't expect ideological conversions, but I do expect that the hysteria that some convey will now temper off.

The character shows through in how one react when one's truth is shown to be lies.

March 28, 2017

if you can does not mean that you do.

2017

 
 Why worry about things that you can't control?
 Maybe just to get out of the way and 
 live through it?
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Suns gone
don't follow me
Spring falls 
like rain.

If you don't wait for me
I'll never wait for you again.
I'll never wait for you again.
I'll never wait for you again.

All of those dreams I had last Summer
they fade fade fade
with the rain
All of those times I tried to reach out to you
you always act like i'm insane
I'll never wait for you again.

Again
and again
I wait for you 
in the morning
I dream you'll come
to see me
buy you never ever ever
come again.

Again and again
you never ever ever come again.

All of those dreams I had in Summer
they did
fade fade fade
with the rain
All of those times I tried to talk to you
you always acted like I'm insane
I'll never wait for you again
I'll never wait for you again

Again 
and again
I dream
you come
to see me
I dream that
we are walking
down the long and storied lane
and you'll always come again

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Political and Media Inanity

Kafka wrote comedy. Orwell was a pessimist. Depends who you ask.

Imagine if they both could have lived and made it to Los Angeles, post war, and been collaborators on writing romantic screwball comedies for Hollywood. If we search IMDB for movies written by Kafka, or by Orwell, will we find one? I kind of doubt it.

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

We all know you've been watching me. I saw how you looked at me . . .

So let's review: the people calling in the hate-stuff to the . . . .were . . . themselves.

I was sure that 'technically' they thought that they had our president, when he did his furious accusatory 3 AM tweet. honestly, I said 'wiretap'? Doesn't he know that they are using IPV6 and no actual wire needs to be tapped. But I understood that he meant it in the general way of a 'wiretap' as a thing, not as a description of the actual activity. Ie: there is no wire so how is it ever a 'wiretap' anymore?

That's all just a technicallity and we all know that. All in all Donald is being Donald and I'm glad for him but I worry that it's a little bit overwhelming for him. He needs to remember that Republican's are only some of the people who voted for him. And I'm sure that he does.

It's been my contention that he mirrors back-at-chas to people. And so if they are nasty he seems nasty.

It was insightful to me to see a roast of Mr. Trump from many years ago and to see a certain wellknown, if not photogenic, shock jock personality (I won't name him) leaning over in a loving glazed up love lock on our beloved president and Donald just soaking it all up. Yes, Donald is well-loved by the people who love him.

It's too bad that Paul Ryan is still in charge at the House. It would be better for all involved if they choose a better person. A consensus person, maybe not from either major party? Mr. Paul? Mr. Sanders? How about a coillition speakership?

Or rotating speakers. Wait, Bernie isn't a congressman so it can't be him. Pence should do the Senate, let Rand do the house.

As far as Nancy and Chuck go, Well, Chuck, we need you to cluck. A spirited opposition, and aauthentic outrage, give credance to the idea that we actually debate and choose the best path instead of it being group think, lemmings over the edge. Look at all the beached whales of the democrat party.

Paul Ryan, I think you should gather together your spirit of self sacriface and move on. Let someone more of the mind of swamp draining be the leader now.

Trump-zilla

The kaiju (strange creature) who the protestors imagine.

He's just not that guy!

The mirror is in your face? What do you see? Do you get what you give?

Feb 21, 2017

from The Japanese
kaiju : strange creature
kaijin : strange creatures

Both Mothra and Godzilla were kaijin.

Give us back our egg.

The demcracy twins say:


"the accusation of racism is often the most racest tripe of all!"

the usurpers say:
"we are just in your imagination!"

some one shouts:
"Careful your description of these people you hate so much, you starting to sound like you are describing."

The giant statue starts lumbering, like
a huge Olmec Head chess piece, 
or giant Gallapagous sculpture, 
animated,
across the scene.
Is Says:
Make the date,
don't be late.




the protest kwel-aide
is all gone.
It's was dranken up
in the last verse of this song.
Expect the staggering to stagger through
they'll have very mean things
to say about you.


"but it tastes so good!" they cry.

Gathering together is holy effort.

I say I don't know,
but I do know what I don't say.
And I try to say what I might know,
but as a form of entertainment,
and a way for me to channel out my urges.
In that sense a blog, a speculative
writing project, like this one,
is a conjecture factory of snark and
possiblity hopefully 
to open up the gates that
block the water from getting to
the thirsty minds,
starving for acceptance and
affection
within the scrum.

Protestor megaphone Jones.
He's got his ap
on your phones.
He knows all your triggers.
He's got voomp and hair stand jiggers
filled with the kewlest of kewl.
Filled with taboo drewl.

That's some pretty colored drink.
Drink up.
Twenty years ago this week.
Drink up.
Drink up.
Comet Hale Bop
Dring up.

The poet hopes that no one drinks
that fowl brew.

My recomendation is to not
take the drug taffy
from the tripping guy
you jest met who is
already explaining to you
about Kabballah.


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delete
delight in the delete.


There is nothing heroic
in chanting along
with an idiot.

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   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord
  for his    for his    for his
 unfailing  unfailing  unfailing
   love!      love!      love!


the poet won the prize for literature!

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