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Politics for Poets

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free backup?

who knew?

All ya need is a subpoenia

Sub-Poe? Sub-poetry? Peonies (that need ants to reproduce).

Right ye, ship, lads, the tides a-comin-in. Step back into ye time machine and have justice.

In html5 we have borders, padding, margins, but no frame? I think they do have a frame. No, frame is depricated.

Who helped you write these regulations?

Kafka or Orwell?

it is so easy to be a paranoid but why? What does it serve me to think like that? If they want to come and off me what am I to do about it? Who are they in the first place? Why would someone run a program that allows the gove-ducks to do what they obliviously have been doolling to us all: marking us like we are geese that fester the bog. We are the fowl that they want to clear away from their swamp of governing. The thing about ducks and geese: they are annoying. You do have to account for them. And you can not just attack them with a golf club and beat them to death with it. Oh no you can't. Even if you are an important marshallist down there at the wild-living sanctuary (at the fester bog, take a river cruise. See the wild life. As described on the cartelevisionista (propagate the message all night long) station. Did I teell you that your navel is being recorded?

At this point the text reader was suddenly whacking up, his torso jortstulates in a way . . . that best can be said as frighteningly-stratlingly counter-topical. There is swet heading off of him like you only see in a cartoon drawing from a comic book. He is startled. (see, he might not even be real). "Lookit, lookit, he's doing it in real time. He's off ranticatulastulatoriaalllallyrlly" the young snooop goes into a snoopppallitic fit. The sound of booopppp bouuuppp bouupppp.

"He's gone off rail." some one yells. It's one of the dorkulants, the lead puke-drones (who were, while royally fed, didn't quite live up to the sextuapular, the reason list of why it is he's chosen, the Arbitraricon (a great big secret to the arbitronitrodes, but . . . the snoopitrodes don't get to see those manuscripts.

The problem with dorkulous stories about the corruptocraatic snoops is that they are totally false and made up. And if there were real snoops they wouldn't care at all about the delusions of dorks like me who try and discuss the topics of the day concerning spying, what I know, why I don't have work , why I wouldn't work for these people unless they gave me millions up front, why they are sell outs?

If there really were peoole checking up on what I am saying would that really only be to keep me safe? Would they feel any love for me? Or would they recognize me as someone with a strong capacity for channelling the stories that corrupt people cococt to explain their piddling upon the laws and rules of functioning societies? If it really were about dealing with bombers and murderors, then why is there so much of that still going on? if they are able to do all of this tracking then why are they unable to track down the participants in flash robbings of convenience stores? Why are they unable to know who was at the various reservoirs screwing with the locks? Why would they not be able tofind vicitms who disappear much much quicker, or find out who the seriial killers are?

What it comes right down to is that paranoia is a good story. If you don't worry because you aren't a creep then you dno't have anything to worry about if the peopelee who have access are actually virtuous and angelic in the way that htey behave with the data to which they have access. As if it could ever be like that! And so, if someone like a dorkous like Bradly Manning thinks it is OK to give even more people access to stuff that they should not have ever had access to . . . then I guess that he hit send and that was the death sentence for a lot of various people all over the world (because3 you didn't hear about how all of those documents really did have hard things that should have remained secret?

"What they need to do now is set up a honey pot and make the presiducks-arounderlings think that they have access to this secret information and that it is easily available and then see which of the arounderlings go over there to access it. And then put the clamp down on them and arrest them as a secret facist!"

"Oh, secret John Cussack based character, that is too obvious a plot turn. Wouldn't all the presiduckutal-arrounderlings already know that it might be a honey pot and that Crytpto fake-TeaaPoT parTying PaTree-idioTs Conservatoriatti are acutally just a fake organization."

But suddenly the wall bursts open, the camera pans back, the John Cussack based character jumps across (leaps across) as can only happen in CG, like a caharacterfrom a Carlos Castanada novel climbing along the face of a cliff at a giant Yosemite Valley sized waterfall and says "This book keeps getting wierder and weirder"

Remember, this is 1960's Prauge, the John Cussack based character is really based upon a fictional mid-europe movie star and darling of Socialism who is forced, later in life, to capitulate to the partying ways of the occupying forces and is forced to be involved in a stupid hack movie, a fictinalized country of caapitalists given over to Kafkaesc and Orwelling regulations writers who also ahve a secret PRess Submissives club.

"I'm not making this play. I'm not part of this move." the John Cussack based character is saying. He is being beaten across the face by the John Depp Chaacter who is playing a mid 1960's German Stassi agent and the John C character has been kidnapped from Prughe (from when he thought he was supposed to go to Zueruack Swisscheesetown, but instead ends up in Santatoriham, a town in the imagination of what mid 1960's DER must have been like, the capital of the police state mentality.

But it really is . . . John . . . and he was pushed into a time machine in aanother novel and forced to live out this bad stoory idea from an even different novel, all of them just in draft form but . . . somehow sucked into the dream factory and put back in time . . . to effect change in the past so as to further along the agenda of those who the paranoid deludes are causing all of his problems. Next scene the John C character really is in Zurrich, and he is wondering the street. (I put this here to provide some relief for the film crew, a nice Swiss vacation).

the novel as political farse. . . cute. Dare I say what I really want to say: I am not afraid of ye, if ye be reading this and yarn't suppposssedd ta.

The form of the piece was literary farse. The author was too lazy to write a real book.

June 10, 2013 (6-10-2013)

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

content goes stale and making it spin just makes it suck even more if it really does suck. If the content is anygood unless the spining has some function it might become quickly tiring.

~ OK Now.

Banish Nonsense was his scree. I'd have to delete this whole website!

There are new features here that are annoying at times but fun in some ways. This page is best viewed with firefox. Chrome doesn't seem to pick up all the rocking. This is very cool: angle spin gauge or John Barents Carousel. Because this page is rocking. Rocking rocking rocking. What it is, he said, what it is. The problem is, what it is. Span Rocker.Paper Sizes. envelope sizes. Look at this sample page and have some fun with it.

I think of Copel. 
It is on the sea. 
it is a ruin.
It is made of brick.
Why did they make the brick?
Who was it that laid it?
 who was it that paid?
where are they buried?
     where is their song played?

See the pretty lights
  
 What's wrong with me?
   no one will ask me that
   what would they
      expect that
 I'd answer if
       they did?

  down hearted
     doesn't mean down and out
 if the sounds you hear
          don't please you
   is there a way to 
      shut it off?

  Somethings can't be shut off.
     they have to be let alone to
        live their horror by
    themselves.
    Seeing that
        about myself
 makes we want to shut it off.

 
  Praise God!
  








Wake up!



"Apple Dappery? What the . . . does that mean?"

Very sad about bear that need to be put down, not really funny but . . . so we don't all die of sadness . . . for some reason I have made a parady about this which I share here.

Environmental Officials Put Down Bear in Alston

"The thing is, he was minding his own business, and he wasn't bothering anyone." said Mindy Minners, at the Grossn-keg (a Eurobar).

Authorities confirmed this, however, he was considered a menace.

According to reports from Harvard Avenue, the bear was first spotted milling around one of the various pubs in the area, stemming for quarters. Some say he was attracted by the live music at one of the clubs. Next he was seen going into Dudeba-r, a gay club, and sitting down at the bar.

"He ordered a shot, took it all in one gulp, and then another one. It was like something out of a three-D movie"

"When I first heard it was a bear I thought that they were talkin' about a gay-guy, a big jolly hairy guy maybe here for Pride week, someone you'd wantta share a cab with, let him pick up the tab." said Rockin' Robert, an Alston original, "but it was a real bear, a big black bear. I don't know where he picked up the wallet from."

Authorities, too, are perplexed, as to how this beastly bruin was able to yum it's way through Brookline and Newton all the way to Alston, picking through trash?

DEP wildlife coordinator is quoted as saying "The best we can determine is that the bear learned how to pick through the recylcing bins in these large-psuedo-burban neighboorhoods, and liberal backwaters, and pick out the recyclible cans, redeeming them at the kioosk on the sidewalk in the lot beside Mart-&-Eddie super-liquor on Storow-Drive along the Newton side of the Charles. The machine dispenses nickels for bottles, that bear was loaded up."

"He come in here and he puts down a paw full of nickels and asks me for a beer. I didn't ask him for ID."

Liquor officials say that it is not legal to serve alchohol to a minor but the law isn't written for bears.

"It's too bad we had to put him down, but he needed that."

Environmental Officials were sent in to put down the bear. "You're a dumb bear." one is quoted as saying. The other "You've got natty hair." The other "You're drinking stout? Yuck. Why don't you drink an American beer?" and another "Wow, what happened, who died. Oh, it's you. Did you ever hear of soap?"

After being put down with these severe insults the bear just turned it's head sideways and said "Is that the best you got?" And then to the guy who insulted what he was drinking "If you know so much about liquor then recommend something. Hopefully I still have enough nickels left."

And so, authorities conclude, even though they put down the bear, the bear had very high self esteem and did not suffer at all, but instead met some other bar patrons, some of whom were there for Pride week (and in costume) and they could be seen partying their way off into the storied evening. City of the endless yum.

I heard about people who shot a bear. Doing such is very bad mojo unless their is good reason to do it. It's bad enough that some had to do it, and face all that mojo, to have the public second guessing them.