“I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter
From the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name”
– U2
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Comedy Cul-de-sac
At the Intersection of Hope and Despair
George Carlin Drive
Bill Hicks Court
Eddie Murphy Lane
Doug Stanhope Way
Joe Rogan Loop
Steve Martin Square
Chris Rock Street
Carlos Mencia Manor
Steve Wright Alley
David Cross Path
Richard Pryor Bypass
Greg Giraldo Gate
Christopher Titus Turnpike
Sam Kinison Motorway
Kathleen Madigan Circle
Patton Oswald Place
Don Rickles Route
Mitch Hedberg Highway
Bill Burr Spur
Paul Mooney Mile
Tom Simmons Trail
Louis CK Avenue
Dick Gregory Junction
Stern Show Byway
Louis Black Road
Tammy Pescatelli Parkway
Alonzo Boden Boulevard
Lenny Bruce Back Road
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As for listening to comedy
I may not be better for it
Or even funnier or wittier
But I’d be deader without it
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When I’m not in a “Rush”
To escape the “Iron Maiden”
After crossing the river “Styx”
To entertain me and “U2”
With plenty of “Heart”
Where I’m just “3 Doors Down”
Sipping on refreshing “Ice T”
Enjoying some “Eminem”‘s
And staying out of “Traffic”
Avoiding “The Police”
Reading about the “Queen”
Talking about the “Prince”
Stuttering as to whom should “B.B.King”
Ending up in “Chicago”
Whilst cheering for the “Damn Yankees”
Waiting ” ‘Til Tuesday”
To stop my “Rage Against The Machine”
And causing “Widespread Panic”
In time to catch another “Train”
Named the “REO Speedwagon”
Then getting in one of my “Cars”
One was broke down so I called
“Mike and The Mechanics”
I should have taken “Jefferson’s Airplane”
That is how “Frankie Goes To Hollywood”
On a “Black Sabbath”
Going to see “Dr. Dre”
About a bug bite
Not sure if it was a “Beattle”
Or a “Scorpion”
Better quit while I’m still on “ZZ Top”
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“Backwards words say to used I. Again go I there ,shit oh.”
– George Carlin
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If God whispered in my ear
The translation would be lost
Between my mind and my mouth
Forcing her to repeat herself
.
As an observer here is what I see
I have a befuddled way to speak
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Therefore any notion of clarity
Is obviously an absolute rarity
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The questioning switch is turned on
Deciphering what to say may be wrong
.
Even to the most simplest of things
Hesitation verbal gesticulation it brings
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If I see something that appears to be blue
Will ask myself first if this could be true
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Something so plain why does it matter
Yet it puts my brain in to a scatter
.
Close to a primary color to be sure
My perception tells me it’s azure
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Before I speak, to myself I inquire
Maybe it is more of a sapphire
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Clogs the filter that is the dilemma
At least I don’t have verbal diarrhea
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If you think that is unimaginable
Guess what happens with an intangible
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Such as a feeling or an emotion
That causes a cranial commotion
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To hell with that damn old cliche
Say what you mean and mean what you say
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As the words get mangled along the way
For sure too the meaning goes astray
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‘Bout the only way think I can be clear
Is if I take the time to write it here
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That too makes me exasperated
Thinking too much I have extrapolated
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Oh shit. There I go again. I used to say words backwards.
“Until they become conscious, they will never rebel, and until after they have rebeled, they can not become conscious.”
“Winston Smith”
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– George Orwell “1984”
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“Uninvited”
Yet stays as a permanent guest
Technology and surveillance is
Inviting everyone’s big brother
Into their home only to have him
Watch you pay for their telescreens
On in every room on every wall
Well established at airports
Encroaching at gas station pumps
Sports bars and restaurants
Fast food joints and supermarkets
In your hands or on your lap
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“The people will not revolt. They will not look up from their screens long enough to notice what is happening.”
– George Orwell “1984”
“The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
//
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped ’round the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data in their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the only explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry
No feelings left
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
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– Roger Waters
From
“Amused To Death”
Bled upon the
Seat of avarice
By the king deceiver
A boy sobbing wolf
Even Geoffrey couldn’t
Compete against the
Power hungry narcissist
Obnoxiously ostentatious
Putin’s petulant puppet
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However he got there
45 rules with an
Empty head under
A golden crown using
Whatever placates
The pushover
Proletariat pawns
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Not just here to pick
On individual one
His 44 predecessors
Laid down the track
For this runaway train
While the collective
Supplied the cold steel
Spikes and wooden ties
Cleared the way
Built the bridges
And blasted the tunnels
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We have allowed a
Complete lack of
Our own self awareness
To usurp our power
By believing in clichés like
The most powerful man
Or office in the “free” world
When neither could be
Further from the truth
Nor “free” for that matter
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Still we participate
Kneeling down as
Avid automatons
Willing servants
To chaos and deceit
While many starve
And corporments stash
Against what “they” say
Cannot be cured
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Flogging disregard
To the rule of flaw
Under our noses
Like it does not matter
To which it doesn’t
Lest it was applied
Equally supposing
That justice is blind
It is
It can not see
The tipper of the scale
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Applying its own rules
As it sees fit
In its fits of rage
Seeking injustice
By combativeness
Greed and contempt
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That should a brief
Moment or twinge
Of questioning
Rectify the brake less
Cuckoo locomotive
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Until the “Royal” we
Paradigm shifts
Differently from
What we have known
All the bleach
In the world
Will not remove
The stains of throne
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“Dreaming about some kind of life
We say, it could have been different
But it wasn’t, because we weren’t
No matter what, it turns out the same”
– John Trudell
From “Rich Man’s War”
Haikus can be fun
Makes you count on your fingers
Syllables needed
That’s how I need to do it
Oops just made it a tanka
With half baked ideas
Cookie cutter responses
Still Boiling over
Yet undercooked
Adding diced dichotomy
To simmering sarcasm
An ounce of humanity
For each cup of kindness
A pinch of enthusiasm
Salted to taste
Chilled for two hours
On a greased
Flash in the pan
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This needs some work
I should start from scratch
On the release of an unredacted
Version of the Mueller report
If and when it ever comes to that
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Skeletons are dancing in the closets
Of senators and representatives
Therefore the posturing continues
Concealing the trepidation and fear
Of transparently doing the right thing
To immediately release Mueller’s report
Too busy deciding who they serve
(Against what they don’t want revealed
In that they might lose their “power”
When objectively they have none)
It is certainly not the constitution
Or the people Or the “Rule of Flaw”
Merely the propagandocracy that runs
The distraction & manipulation machine
To serve the corporations/governments
As the dog and pony show continues
Befuddled broadcasters & talking heads
Giving color commentary to a game
Of tic-tac-toe knowing in the long run
There are no winners or losers only
Consumers in a vicious cycle in the
Immersion of see & hear advertisements
Hoping that the next new shiny object
Will fill the abysmal void of the soul
As absolutely nothing is geared for
The elevation and enlightenment
Of the consciousness of humanity
Towards the realization we are all one
Especially since the closer we get
The louder and more bizarre the chaos
Is “reported” to the masses as “news”
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“Do you know we are being led to
Slaughter by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are getting
Obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.”
//
“I’m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V. tower.
I want roses in my garden bower; dig?”
Jim Morrison
From an “American Prayer”
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I’d be willing to bet a huge amount of cash that there is more than one copy of Mueller’s report. Barr probably has at least a half a dozen.
An original
A copy of the original
One to redact
One for Trump’s team to redact
A backup for that one as that would be impossible to redact after being shredded
One for a research team to find every conceivable loopholes such as
.
Determining what the definition of “is” is
.
“It depends on what the meaning of the word “is” is. If the – if he – if “is” means is and never has been that is not – that is one thing.
If it means there is none, that was a completely true statement.
But, as I have testified, and I’d like to testify again, this is – it is somewhat unusual for a client to be asked about his lawyer’s statements, instead of the other way around.”
– Bill Clinton
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WHEW
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Wouldn’t you think somebody could pull a Daniel Elsburg and get one copy out of Washington and to the WAPO & NYT
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Nope,
Everyone is on the take to present and propagate their own personal perspective to push pull placate or pummel Putin’s petulant petty poor puppet president…..
