We do not live in a democracy
We live in a complacency
At the helm of a kakistocracy
Disguised as a plutocracy
Which is really an idiocracy
When instead if everyone
Did as they pleased and
Adhered to the “Golden Rule”
Instead of always being
Manipulated by the “Rule of law”
That generally does not apply to
The makers and enforcers of law
We could live in a meritocracy
Combined with a technocracy
Of experts in their field
Teachers, farmers, engineers
Bridge builders, food distributors
House builders, doctors, nurses
Guiding and developing new ways
To improve everyone’s
Earthly experience seeking balance
To leave a better planet
For subsequent generations
In the likely or unlikely event that
We return again to govern ourselves
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Might be a better place to start.
There are so many fingers
Pointing, flipping and wagging
Our only option is to close our eyes
For a moment then catch our breath
“Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day’s useless energy spent.
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Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right,
And which is an illusion.”
– Moody Blues
“Late Lament”
Avoiding the blame game
Could start with this:
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“Poor planning on your part does not necessitate an emergency on mine.”
Bob Carter
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However, I’d like to help.
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In the fragile scheme of things
At this point
Will pointing fingers help
It would appear as not likely
Otherwise I might be
A master of the universe
Or what’s his name could be
As blaming everyone but himself
Is his modus operendi
Convincing others (his base)
That that is leadership
And will solve the problems
By assigning blame
Keeping in mind that when
One is pointing forward
Three are pointing back
One then can surely see
Where the problems lie
I have no animosity against
The 45th oval office occupant
While some of my posts
May have reflected that
It is simply not the case
Especially since my
Perception tells me
That he is a projection
Of my mind’s eye
A hologram of sorts
A chance to observe
The faults that I have
That are not
Immediately obvious
To an untrained observer
Ones that need
Correction and repair
First up on the to do list
Repeal and replace
My malignant narcissism
The part of my self that
Egotisticaly thinks
The world revolves around me
And only my perspective
Is omniscient and right
Second up lying
Not nearly to the extent
Of averaging fourteen a day
But on rare occasions
Where self vulnerability
Is so fragile and scared
That concealment and or deceit
Is consciously or unconsciously
Triggered to hide
Feelings of unworthiness
And proof of unlove-ability
Fortunately or unfortunately
Those are the two that
Stand out the most
That need the most work
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The rest is just amusing
Watching both sides either
Defend 45 at all cost
Regardless of….. logic or reason
Or attack him just because
Regardless of ….. logic or reason
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Meanwhile no one is stopping
To examine either behavior
Because there is more stimulus
In engaging in the back and forth
Than questioning the reflections
That have more to do with us
Than anything he is doing
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Can we all agree
That money is an illusion
Or at least an allusion to
A theatrical prop
Used in a magic trick
On a global stage without
Hocus-pocus incantations
To make it appear and
Disappear with a wand wave
Of dialogue or pixled proof
Of its existence
As seemingly
“Magic Money”
Is “appearing” or “disappearing”
Out if nowhere / now here
To prop up whatever
Is deemed “necessary”
As decided by the government
You know those
“Trustworthy” m err f errs
To make it manifest or dissemble
For small businesses or giant
Too big to fail corporations
Doling out stimulus checks by
Giving you back
What was mostly stolen
From you in the first place
When in “actual” “reality”
Doesn’t exist in the first place
WHAT??????
It has to be real
Look at my bank account
There are numbers there
With commas and $ signs
A “statement” of what I have
That is issued by a bank
That has a vault of valuables
Inside a brick building
With locks and cameras
Protecting what I own
Aha-ah hahaha hahaha
That’s a good one
Pretty crafty magicians
If you ask me
Getting you to participate
In the show by volunteering
To go to work everyday
So you can have more
To spend on things
You need and want
Plus tricking you
Into thinking you
Have to have more
Than other audience members
So you can leave the show happy
Which when you
Exit the theatre
At some point
You will not get
To take it with you
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“The Grand Illusion”
“Welcome to the Grand illusion
Come on in and see what’s happening
Pay the price,
get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly your heart is pounding
Wishing secretly you were a star.
But don’t be fooled by the radio
The TV or the magazines
They show you photographs
of how your life should be
But they’re just someone else’s fantasy
So if you think your life is
Complete confusion
Because you never win the game
Just remember that it’s a Grand illusion
And deep inside we’re all the same.
We’re all the same…
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbors got it made
Just remember that it’s a Grand illusion
And deep inside we’re all the same.
We’re all the same…
America spells competition,
join us in our blind ambition
Get yourself a brand new motor car
Someday soon we’ll stop to ponder what on Earth’s this spell we’re under
We made the grade and still we wonder who the hell we are”
– Styx
Revisionist History
Or
Revision, is it his story ?
Or
Revision, is it hi(gh)? story ?
Or
Revision, it is his shit story.
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If one can not see or hear
Beyond bully and celebrity
That is what way too many
Are all too eager to accept
Revision, it is his shit story
Because…….
45 “Tells it like it is”
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Here’s a clue, a simple one.
NO HE DOESN’T, AT ALL
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45’s verbal diarrhea is a symptom
Of a fragile needs to be loved
Egomaniacal narcissistic shell
Filling the void with empty approval
Because he never received it
Growing up, or growing older
Leaving him to give a crap less
As to who goes on living as long as
Those left who do, heap on praise
Defend ignorance at all cost
*(Well, he’s speaking tongue in cheek)
Really, that is the argument you want to go with
Create unnecessary enemies
Instigate division to distract
Anything resembling leadership
It is not confidence and bravado
It is arrogance and ignorance
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Of course, a lot of those are repeats and re-worded. On average that would be 14 lies a day.
But I’m feeling generous, put through the Pareto principle 80/20 filter brings it to just under 3 lies a day.
Three lies or misleading claims a day. Even that would be bigly bad.
For the one who likes to declare that other “talking heads” are the ones disseminating “fake” news.
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“Americans really show their ignorance when they say they want their politicians to be honest.
What are these fucking cretins talking about? If honesty were suddenly introduced into American life, the whole system would collapse! No one would know what to do!
Honesty would fuck this country up! And I think deep down, Americans know that.”
– George Carlin
Than George Bush’s
War on Iraq after
Declaring the alleged
Culprits were in Afghanistan
Abracadabra switcheroo
That the public resisted
As long as they could until
They were worn the #uck down
Quietly subjugating their will
To the deceit of that president
Not wanting to pay $4.00
For a gallon of gasoline
In the meantime though
Go out and buy stuff
Otherwise the “terrorists” win
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Now it is the tRumpsters
Decrying the “evils”
Of socialism
Though it is being instilled
Soon to be demanded
Abracadabra switcheroo
As long as it is
Trumpian socialism
While finding the time
To blame China
The democrats
The liberal media
Hillary, Obama, the dog
With the only outcome
Hinging on veiled promises
That the economy will return
And be better than ever, so
Go out and buy stuff
Otherwise the “virus” wins
Seems like we are at
An evolutionary crawl
Under invisible barbed wire
On scraped forearms
Sore elbows bloated bellies
Worn knees and curled toes
With our heads hung low
Keeping our eyes half closed
Training for a future
That does not exist
Slithering at a snail’s pace
Avoiding manufactured fear
Satiating our ego while
Sacrificing our soul
