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“Backwards words say to used I. Again go I there ,shit oh.”

– George Carlin

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


Therefore any notion of clarity

Is obviously an absolute rarity


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


If I see something that appears to be blue

Will ask myself first if this could be true


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


Before I speak, to myself I inquire

Maybe it is more of a sapphire


Clogs the filter that is the dilemma

At least I don’t have verbal diarrhea


If you think that is unimaginable

Guess what happens with an intangible


Such as a feeling or an emotion

That causes a cranial commotion


To hell with that damn old cliche

Say what you mean and mean what you say


As the words get mangled along the way

For sure too the meaning goes astray


‘Bout the only way think I can be clear

Is if I take the time to write it here


That too makes me exasperated

Thinking too much I have extrapolated


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”

– George Orwell  “1984”


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

“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

– Roger Waters


“Amused To Death”


Stains Of Throne

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



However he got there

45 rules with an

Empty head under

A golden crown using

Whatever placates

The pushover

Proletariat pawns



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



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


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

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


Applying its own rules

As it sees fit

In its fits of rage

Seeking injustice

By combativeness

Greed and contempt


That should a brief

Moment or twinge

Of questioning

Rectify the brake less

Cuckoo locomotive




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




“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”


Fun With A Haiku

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

A Pretzeled Mind

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


This needs some work

I should start from scratch

Most Likely A No Vote

On the release of an unredacted

Version of the Mueller report

If and when it ever comes to that

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”

“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”

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


Wouldn’t you think somebody could pull a Daniel Elsburg and get one copy out of Washington and to the WAPO & NYT


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…..


Theorizing off the cuff, so here goes

It is a bumpy ride, so hang on and like life it has no point.

“It is just a ride.”

– Bill Hicks
It is a systemic problem to a systematic solution

However, the collective wants it fixed without participation

To my best understanding things don’t work like that

The image/meme inspiring this rant is from Facebook

Of a picture of Ellen Degeneress with words over it saying

Liberals don’t mind her making 35 million a year but scoff

At a CEO making 5 million employing 5 thousand people

A good point perhaps yet it only scratches the surface

Which really has nothing to do with either Ellen or the CEO

Based on the “context” seems to be a tax the rich reference

Or perhaps how is it justified one person makes so much

Fortunately or unfortunately it is based on consumption

Artists and or (I hate to say it) pro athletes, earn their keep

Even those goofballs that drive aimlessly around an oval

“I want to be a race car passenger, just a guy who bugs the driver. Say man, can I turn on the radio? You should slow down.

Why do we gotta keep going in circles? Can I put my feet out the window? Man, you really like Tide…”

– Mitch Hedberg

Or one of my favorites the comedy of the Howard Stern show

All getting paid well for exactly what the market will bear

To my best understanding as I have no income insight

No one is plucked from obscurity and given those careers

They’ve put in their *outlier requisite ten thousand hours

In my perception doing what they’d rather be doing for pay

Likewise the CEO making 5 million employing 5 thousand people

The difference is he or she is not sponsored by consumables

(You can bet some bean counter can explain the high salaries)

Therefore in the grand scheme of things is not “producing”

The revenue justified to make that kind of big 5m money

It is intetchangeable with other people who can do that

Perhaps not always but probably in most ceo cases

Whether it be Ellen, Howard, Oprah, Dale Jr or Brett Farve

The products they move employ a lot more than 5 thousand

All well tracked by statisticians and more bean counters

If you listen and watch carefully, the bigger the audience

The higher the margin there is on the products sold

Paid for by Joe and Jane Q public buying because thought

Is not required to make impulse buys due to clever marketing

The “celebrity” is getting paid more and employs more people

The consumers buy the products sponsoring the entertainment

Take a bag of potato chips (not mine, get your own) thank you

A retail ten pounds sack of potatoes sells for about three dollars

Think of what large corporations get it for wholesale in bulk

A one once bag of potato chips sells for about a dollar give or take

Minus the cost of processing packaging distribution and advertising

There is maybe fifteen cents of actual product in and including the bag

Still there is a whole host of people getting paid in the process

Backwards. The clerk selling it, the stockperson who put it on the shelf

The distributor who bought it to the store, the driver from the warehouse

The driver who picked it up from the potato chip maker who received

The potatoes from the farm after it was grown and harvested

In between all of that, the diesel that was used to move everything

The trailers tractors farm equipment buildings and roads that all

Employed lots of people up and down the line for a simple bag of chips



This is where it really goes off the rails

A couple of other products of which their retail pricing

Have me flabbergasted beyond realistic comprehension

Is underwear and bed sheets sold like they were gold

Hyped up to do things unimaginable by simple cotton

Commoditized to the point they can be purchased “cheap”

Say nineteen or so dollars for six pair of comfy underwear

But why do that when a branded pair sells for thirty dollars

Making that one hundred and eighty dollars for six pair whew

Easily coughing up to help pay for the celebrity endorsement

Same goes for the sheets I hear perpetually advertised

What can normally be purchased for about fifty dollars

The ad goes if you act now and mention a tracking code

You can get fifty dollars off, holy #uck, they must be free

Nope, try close to two hundred and fifty discounted to

Two hundred smackaroos on the exaggerated claim

You will get the best sleep ever, like God on the “seventh” day

Time to get back on track

I doubt I’m worth the “money” I “make”, yet it is what

“They” pay me for Looking At The World Through A Windshield

Getting paid to sit in an air ride seat in a comfortable cubicle

Listening to the satellite radio, ipod, audio books and comedy

Driving up to 135,000 miles a year and enjoying 99% of it

Storing and compartmentalizing this to write down later


“Whatever, don’t do shit you hate. People work jobs they hate. There’s another way. Whatever it is you do… Fuckin’ quit. Go in on Monday and steal a bunch of shit, and quit. If you don’t absolutely love it, if you wouldn’t do it for free… Quit.”

– Doug Stanhope

As for the participation balance of everyone’s taxes

I think everyone can agree the system is #ucked up bad

Yet it goes on in the illusionary perception that should somebody

Who thinks the system could be revised more equitably

Might might just be able to make that much money

And enjoy the perks of a corrupt system that has people

Watching the homeless on the streets from high ivory towers

“Life in two dimensions
Is a mass production scheme

So much poison in power
The principles get left out

So much mind on the matter
The spirit gets forgotten about”

“Grand Designs”

– Rush


* “Outliers”

– Malcolm Gladwell