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Politics for Poets

Oh, the chuckle-drunk

I can't unmute because I can't bare to listen. Ah, the news-ack of the cable box: you bathe us inannity and innoculate us from the truth of the institutional dementia that permiates our world.

The parable of the wheat and the chaff applies. Ah, but what if they are all weeds? Fig trees without fruit?

People are not fig trees and they ought not get treated as such.

Nations United would just be that way with out pomp, past the BS of 'whos-ya-dad, where-ya-from'. You can tell. You let them into your heart because they are like people you already know.

In New England we are used to all different types of people. Some are friendlier than others. If they come here with their head full of snakes we try to charm the snakes out of them. If they keep up with their smack talk and hating ways?

School yards are hard places. No one gets through without at least some of the bubbles popped. Nice people, they get treated mean. Mean people? They get beaten up by meaner people. The end of it? They all cheer the High School football team by the time they graduate from there.

But some, they only want to rise. They imagine themselves as ascending. They should look to the teeter-totter in the grammer school playground: you need two people to play. And if you go up, the other person has to let you down, gently, or you can fall. You have to behave as a team.

Expecting to be treated 'better' is something that people learn from their parents or guardians. The allegation of mistreatment, and the expectation of racial, ethnic or political subsidy . . . it's ugly to those who are opposed to it. You ask us for tolerance, but we have to pay for your insouicense. Charity for the poor, yes. Not 700,000 dollar one day bowling and beer for the most special of all.

The mob doesn't care about ideology. They want to 'take out' their 'rage' on some hapless happener-by. They imagine some grand history of 'their people' being 'descriminated against'. It's mostly derived from mythology, a lot of that based on true things but ampliefied and made far worse by politically motivated story-writing agitators.

Live in the real world. Racism is real. It could be anybody, . . . , who is the racist. And the one who points at individuals and makes them victims, if it's from an accusation of racism, or some other imaginary offense, a misunderstanding, those people, they need to stop pointing and targetting.

Who are these pointers and targetters? They do exist. Don't point at them. They might then start accusing you of things.

from a song
Even this, too, must end
Hey I thought you were my friend.

Hatchet Day here in the Left Column

Delete, Delete, Delete, and repeat

In a blog it's always good to delete things. And in a blog right now is the best time to do it! If you want to see any of the old stuff you need but just 'arrow back'. There is a lot of content here. You just need to dig it out for yourself.

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How much of too much is enough?

"How could you forget to remember?"

The meaning of art is not up to debate with censors.


dorkulous stories
 of the long ago.





Sept 24, 2014

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There is always time to
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🔨🔨🔨🔨 Give everyone the tools that they need and let's get on with this construction project.

Too tired to sleep 
   he thinks
 "I must be dreaming."
  
when bloggers go insane
when nobody's watching
does The Moon care?
The stars?
Does Venus
delay it's rise
just to protest?

No!

Thank Veterans for
their service.
Sollute them with aplume.

Mar 29, 2014 (03-29-2014)

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

"I'm all blogged out."

~ OK Now.

Praise God! awful first novel lines:

Suddenly Blogitellya insisted that all of the other bloggers must fall in line or he was going to . . . [ . ?. . . ?]

plan: someday this will be a place where people, random strangers, 
contribute to make a pletora of bad first novel lines.

There would, of course, be useful first novel lines as well

OK, I've actually got somewhere to go.

when the icon changes to a plus sign that
means we want you to click:

This is the terse idiom. It doesn't load till you click. 
Blogsnotter doesn't mind this.

how hard is it to use these new symbols in your stuff? Well, first you need to know that they exist. Second, you can just cut and paste them.

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I've got a message for . . . Mr Bash (an alias for someone else). Mr Bash, if I use brace expansion with the dot-dot idiom, ie like this:

echo -e {🌃..🌅}{🌍..🌏}{🌑..🌚}" "

why does that not work when

echo -e {🌃,🌄,🌅}{🌍,🌎,🌏}{🌑,🌒,🌓,🌔,🌕,🌖,🌗,🌘,🌙,🌚}" "

will? Maybe I've not ordered the elements properly. Well that little snippit doesn't work that well but t

Instead he behaves
 like a chuckle drunk 
  rich boy junkie 
    on the bow deck 
      of his giant yacht
       driving golf balls
        towards an approaching 
          thunderstorm. 
      
Lightening bolts
   zap between the clouds
      and there's been 
       a constant rolling thunder.

full speed ahead
straight towards the storm.




    


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The following poem is fresh, whipped up, off the cuff.

  

Rosey Rue
and you
love her, too.

Rosey Rue,
ya, you do
love her true.

Rosey Rue
went out on you.
Now what are you to do?

Rosey Rue,
why?
Rosey Rue?

Schlarkin' Toss.

Ah,
to love a girl like her
sing the song and it's a blur
she's better than the other girls
see her on the dancefloor, 
how she twrills.

Rosey Rue,
with your bandana and you
hand language
speaking like a fool.

Rosey Rue,
ya, you do,
but she isn't any good for you.

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 ♥♥?

My rainbows
are only there when it's raining.
You want rainbows
on every window, on every horizon
all of the time.

 ♥♥?

in your heart

Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?

Use your mind
to be kind

Wake up!

Wake up!
like Jack did

And this really is at 
the end of the column