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I Seek Not







Of the

Current President

Rather the

Transformation of


Vile ugliness

From within

That reflects back

In those traits

That I see

In myself

That I

Do not


Such as



Blame shifting



Varying degrees




Different times

Under completely

Dissimilar circumstances

Perhaps with

A little

Karma / Spiritual

Glass cleansing

That image






I can


Into the

Mirror / Void



And for all





Resides in

Every glimpse

Of every

Spark of

The divinity



Each bipedal

Earthling artist



They are

Janitor or


Prisoner or


Oppressor or


Immigrant or


Pauper or


Kid or



What do you



“This is where we are at right now, as a whole. No one is left out of the loop. We are experiencing a reality based on a thin veneer of lies and illusions.

A world where greed is our God and wisdom is sin, where division is key and unity is fantasy, where the ego-driven cleverness of the mind is praised, rather than the intelligence of the heart.”

– Bill Hicks






Making something illegal, doesn’t prevent it from happening, it merely sets up a mind construct for control, profit and manipulation, violence and death.

Especially if you are the head muckity muck in the Executive Execution branch, manipulating and infecting the diseased and dying Judicial and Legislative branches being a sparrow hawk, flitting around the media offshoot, to tweet your alleged innocence.

Before actually being charged with a crime. If you do not do anything wrong you can not get caught.

Am quite sure Stephon Clark would have liked the same protracted public prosecution to prove that he was only carrying a cell phone.

Perhaps he was trying to tweet that before getting shot at 20 times, landing  (brutally piercing) 6 (six) in the BACK.

“Stephon Clark was shot and killed on the evening of March 18, 2018, by two officers of the Sacramento Police Department in Sacramento, California, United States.

The officers were looking for a suspect who was breaking windows in the Meadowview neighborhood, and confronted Clark, an unarmed 22-year-old African-American man whom they found in the yard of his grandmother’s house, where he resided.”

– Wikipedia

Was just inside at grandmas having pie

Unfair, delivering justice on an instant whim WHY TURN OFF SOUND ON BODY CAMERAS ? If you do not do anything wrong you can not get caught.

*”My lifeblood spills over……..”

*Rush “2112”


“Half penny, two penny, ashes to dust
The almighty dollar says
“In God we trust”

Justice for money
How much more can I pay
We all know it’s the American Way”

– Styx

“Half penny, Two penny”




Stephon Clark shot to death for allegedly breaking windows. Seems a tad harsh.

(For the sake of argument, windows can be replaced. Unlike breaking up families at the border as is the administration’s immigration policy, might be a little harder to fix, or replace if they can be reunited at all.)

DJT rewriting the tax code so he has more and you have less is stealing.

Those white collar criminals sure are savvy sunsabitches aren’t they??

Theft is theft, right? An election perhaps, so immediate family can manipulate international policy (Qatar) geared towards clearing up “Inside Man” style. Pretty Kushy deal.

“As a result, Kushner should have fully recused himself from participating in US foreign policy matters involving Qatar,” wrote an ethics expert for CNN this March.

Kushner was key in advising Trump on the U.S. response to the blockade of Qatar by its Saudi and United Arab Emirates only a month after the Kushner Cos. unsuccessfully solicited funding from the Qatar finance minister for the 666 Fifth Ave.”


Or altering up another country’s tariff that they might (okay, actually did) loan (give) you money on the sly to keep a business afloat.

“Then there is a darker imputed motive, based on the fact that a Chinese state-controlled company loaned US$500-million to an Indonesian theme park that will feature hotels, a golf course and a residence branded with the Trump name. The news came just days before the President’s tweet.

Coincidence or not, it looks bad because Mr. Trump refuses to divest himself of his business interests.”
–  www-theglobeandmail-com.


Where is the Sacramento police to stop those crimes?

Nevermind they’re too trigger happy around guys carrying cell phones.

This is just as good as any place to drop in once again Ayn Rand’s law quote.

“Did you really think we want those laws observed?” said Dr. Ferris. “We want them to be broken. You’d better get it straight that it’s not a bunch of boy scouts you’re up against…

We’re after power and we mean it… There’s no way to rule innocent men. The only power any government has is the power to crack down on criminals.

Well, when there aren’t enough criminals one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking laws.

Who wants a nation of law-abiding citizens? What’s there in that for anyone?

But just pass the kind of laws that can neither be observed nor enforced or objectively interpreted – and you create a nation of law-breakers – and then you cash in on guilt.

Now that’s the system, Mr. Reardon, that’s the game, and once you understand it, you’ll be much easier to deal with.”

― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged



“People want me to make fun of Sean Hannity tonight, but I just could not do that,” she said. “This dinner is for journalists.”

– Michelle Wolf


Integrity supercedes “legality”

Can you say Daniel Elsburg?

Pen……ta……gon  Pa……pers.

If the Vietnam War was going

On today, Sean Hannity would

Not want any whistle blowers

Around saving lives, cause the

Information is “Classified”, boy

He sure tried to keep his name

Classified, so no one would know

How much he was on the

Proverbial take and why every

Story was pro Trump and Cohen

Which is when you realize Sean

Is a propagandist not a journalist

Fox news is definitely trying to

Force the truth rabbit down

The Orwellian memory hole.

Deceptively distributing dialogue

In conversational cups of Kool-aid

To a ceaseless stream of sycophants

Which is not to say lives are at stake

Like they were in Vietnam per se

But rather the fragility of your sanity

As you are subjected to it constantly

Because 45 may or may not have

Colluded with Russia or perhaps to

Pay back some loans he defaulted on

We will never know or definitively prove

Like whom may have shot Kennedy

What really happened to 3 NY buildings

(That Rudy quickly shipped off to China,

Recycled evidence is hard to sift through)

Or nonexistent planes in DC and PA

All being completely lost in the ether

* “The answer is blowing in the wind”

And why as an allegedly civil society

We can’t stop the proliferation of WMD’s

A gun or an assult rifle is a WMD too

Feed and house the homeless and

Take care of all our fellow space travelers

However, what we do know is that

His leadership is not really leadership

It is riding a “brand” that had an image

Of lifestyles of the rich and famous

Propagated into a TV reality *porn “star”

Feeding an illusion he was successful

That kept non-pinks out of his buildings

Mal-reported revenues cheating taxes

Objectified, assaulted women, allegedly

Very sure he violates the vocabulary

Definitely destroys decent dialogue

Confuses chaotic content for context

And finally since this went off the rails

Superficiality supercedes normality

Or reality

Or humanity

Or humility



How many roads
must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?

How many seas
must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?

Yes, and how many times
must the cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned?

The answer, my friend,
is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Yes, and how many years
can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?

Yes, and how many years
can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?

Yes, and how many times
can a man turn his head
And pretending that he just doesn’t see?

The answer, my friend,
is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Yes, and how many times
must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?

Yes, and how many ears
must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?

Yes, and how many deaths
will it take ’til he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend,
is blowin’ in the wind

The answer is blowin’ in the wind”


– Bob Dylan



* Porn:

3 : the depiction of acts in a sensational  manner so as to arouse a quick intense  emotional reaction.



All The While


It may be entertaining to
Sit back and watch the show

One, must ask themselves
If that was me as President

Would I behave like that?



His dialogue degrades civility it also
Races to the bottom of depravity

One, must ask themselves
If that was me as President

Would I behave like that?



Rome is burning and the
Institutions are collapsing

One, must ask themselves
If that was me as President

Would I behave like that?



No one is actually harmed
By childish name calling

One, must ask themselves
If that was me as President

Would I behave like that?



A money grab thru tax reform
Might be easy, legal and unnoticed

One, must ask themselves
If that was me as President

Would I behave like that?



Half the cost of the weapons used
On Syria could have fixed Flint’s pipes

One, must ask themselves
If that was me as President

Would I behave like that?



Out of the womb fetuses are aborted
From classrooms, that could be stopped

One, must ask themselves
If that was me as President

Would I behave like that?




As emperor king you solely try to decide
Who can enter your fiefdom or thief dumb

One, must ask themselves
If that was me as President

Would I behave like that?






As long as the economy keeps plugging along, it’s a laissez-faire free for all, so we consume everything the corporations can kick out of their factories with higher and higher prices.

To the same degree that health care turns malignant and education is dumbed down.

Fueled in every household by the telescreens playing out the suspense, drama, comedy, tragedy whodunit mystery with constant chaotic commentators, some giving clues, some distracting from same clues.

With the bulk of the content provided by the same advertisers. On eve channel.

The big ones sponsoring every angle by friends, hoping to get in the last word before the eleventh hour spinning around 360 degrees, separated in 60 minute increments, before getting all tuckered out from the calamity in the shadows.

“Since Trump became president, cable news networks have enjoyed strong ratings. With late-breaking news from Washington seemingly a daily occurrence,”

– Forbes

By calling it news, we can only delude ourselves that we are being informed. If “news” was called “speculation and hyperbole”, which is closer to the truth.

The collective would realize they are simple pawns in an unwitting game of consumerism.

“You guys are obsessed with Trump. Did you used to date him? Because you pretend like you hate him, but I think you love him.

I think what no one in this room wants to admit is that Trump has helped all of you. He couldn’t sell steaks or vodka or water or college or ties or Eric, but he has helped you.

He’s helped you sell your papers and your books and your TV. You helped create this monster, and now you’re profiting off him.

And if you’re going to profit off Trump, you should at least give him some money, because he doesn’t have any.”

– Michelle Wolf

Guess we could kind of blame MTV, Ozzy, Sharon, Jack and Kelly for initiating this pseudo reality watchable train wreck, smoke and mirrors, faux danger, debilitating distraction into a heady conglomeration tangled and torn spool of fishing line so messed up there is no place to start to maybe straighten it out, without tossing in the towel and buying a new reel to begin anew.

Trumping all other reality shows merely by its 24/7 programming ad nauseum schedule. Regurgitated and repeated. Feeding the narcissistic nightmare beast, a daily diet of exaggerated inflated incompetent ego.

“Open spaces in shopping center walls
Middle class man middle class land
Clean enough to be a family affair
Nice place to take wide eyed child
Controlled climate temperate zones
Neat little shops all laid out
Everything by sale
By cash or plastic
Price not negotiable but payment is
Different junk man different junk
Spend some money buy some more”

“Put on blinders
Dull the senses
Who’s worth more
than money they spend?

Sky scraper buildings
Corporate corridor office suite
Executive board high finance
Big businessman suit
Not stained by sweat or blood
Using money like perfumed water

Sophistication smiles
Hide stain and decay
Realistic decisions
In columns and ledgers
Dividing profits among themselves
Spoils of war are spoils of war
Says Junk Man owner of the junk

Grafitti Man’s got something to say
Message in a scrawl message on the wall

Down with bosses
No more bosses
Something’s gotta change
Something’s gotta change”

– John Trudell

“Graffiti Man”



No Bell

No Bell

Need be rung.

Regardless the mindless chants (No-bel, No-bel, Nobel, Nobel) of the easily manipulated, who must also believe in Tinker Bell, Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and Dumbo’s magic feather.

Those, that can also be easily caught up in an Orwellian two minutes hate of “lock her up”, “lock her up”, shift easily like a well oiled weather vane in a light breeze.

If you broker a “peace” deal through insults, arrogance, manipulation, hyperbole and fear, that, is neither peaceful or a deal. Merely an optics moment of one tyrannical bully out maneuvering another tyrannical bully.

Not to mention, 45 hasn’t even gotten involved yet. Save being in the “enemy of my enemy is my friend” category.

As his rhetoric was putting the south in a perilously precarious position of being circumstantially wiped out, by geography.

Laying out his mad man prick waving, “my nuclear button is bigger than your nuclear button” adolescent small dick fear insecurities.

A petulant president vs. “Rocket Man”

Like the presidential peace prize recipients Roosevelt, Wilson, Carter and Obama, who could also, all have been charged as war criminals ought not to have gotten any prize with the word “peace” in it.

“Perhaps the most profound issue surrounding my receipt of this prize is the fact that I am the commander-in-chief of a nation in the midst of two wars,”

– Barack Obama


Perhaps 45 should be given * “the all-being master of time, space and dimension” award.

Then he could retire, having accomplished everything possible that is possible, go home and go golfing.

Wear an “I made the cosmos great again” hat. Putter around on a golf cart. Call his “friends” @ Fox who won’t have to kindly kick him off the air to salvage his reign.

Granted, we will have Pence for a while, but methinks he at least has a functional vocabulary.

Will probably be just as entertaining politically, and selfishly, my ears might stop bleeding from my cranium cringing at 45’s dull deceptive diabolical dialogue.


* Inspired by Steve Martin’s bit on goals.


“You gotta have a series of smaller goals, that you can accomplish, and slowly work your way up. And this is what I have done.

That’s why I’m so happy.

My goal: right now, I want to be the all-being master of time, space and dimension.

Then, I want to go to Europe – I think.”


After A Brief Pause

It is as if I have

Something to say


No one to say it to


Nothing to say


No one to say it to




The fingers keep moving

Emptying my brain


Profundity and nonsense

Pride and humility

Answers to

No questions



Know answers



In the scheme of things

In the infinity


The infinite

It makes





For the brief


It transfers


Skull to screen

I’ve accomplished

Something useful






Bowling For Congratulations


If the bowler up before you throws

A slow, but deliberate strike and

Confidently returns to their seat

Because it is no longer their turn

Then you get up and watch the

10 Pins fall because you stepped up

You do not get the credit for that.


Regardless of where you stand and

Tout the accomplishment as yours

Telling teammates to take the big X

Because the economy is buying drinks

And the other team will ignore you

Since they are getting drunk to forget

How obnoxious you have become

Distracting them with NFL stories

And the fence you intend to build

You say your neighbor is paying for


Though to all, the truth is known

As it’s obvious you have no balls


Where this should have quit rolling

It gets dark in the back of the alley


“There is time to be dainty and there is time to be a pig”

– Doug Stanhope’s Mother


Proven easily as the only place you

Usually reach to grab has one hole


Hopefully this is one collective hangover

That when we recover from we will quit

Drinking and never bowl with that guy

Should probably dump that game anyway