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The System Of Government

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

Not Playing The Blame Game

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.


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:

“Poor planning on your part does not necessitate an emergency on mine.”

Bob Carter


However, I’d like to help.

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

Just To Be Clear

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


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


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

At Some Point

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


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



“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










Revisionist History


Revision, is it his story ?


Revision, is it hi(gh)? story ?


Revision, it is his shit story.


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


45 “Tells it like it is”



Here’s a clue, a simple one.





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



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.


“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

A Different Distraction

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






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

Where We Are At

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