“We have to have a beautiful world
Where children can come to, okay?
That would be KNOWING your world.”
– Bill Hicks
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Binge Watching
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Society’s slow suicide
A never changing tide
Hey, it is just a ride
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Besides our reckless fantasy
We are @ full / fool capacity
Talking about the planet, see
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We are really in a finite space
For the whole lot a human race
Deluded to occupy outerspace
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Practically commoditized since birth
The more there are the less they’re worth
Harder to maintain our home earth
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Future generations it’s been concluded
Based on how much that it is polluted
Death sentences may not be commuted
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Started by religion to build armies
That right there is very alarming
For now it is us we are harming
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Perhaps that is an underlying belief
Not the only one but maybe the chief
Oh when will we have some relief
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A Sting lyric from my memory store
“There’s no such thing as a winnable war.
It’s a lie we don’t believe any more”
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Over different beliefs in a benevolent God
To kill another I find it extremely odd
Ignorance perpetuating an endless fraud
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Heard it was full at a billion times four
Now there are nearly that many more
Does anyone realize what is in store
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Many are focused on immigration
Instead of having a planetary nation
All as one eliminating starvation
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Start by creating less beings
Plausible and worth believing
While others keep conceiving
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“Polluting the earth. Polluting the earth with these creatures who have no future. They have no future.
Have you pictured what this planet is going to be like in 40 to 50 years? It’s going to be a big smoking ball of shit, a big, smoking, flaming, stinking ball of gaseous shit.
That’s what’s going to happen. That’s what’s going to happen. It’s irresponsible to have more than one child. Have one. Have one child, replacement value for yourself, that’s all.
Don’t even replace your husband. Don’t replace your husband. No. He’s done enough fucking damage as it is.”
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– George Carlin
“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
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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
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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
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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
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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.”
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“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
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Determining what the definition of “is” is
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“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…..
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
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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
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This is where it really goes off the rails
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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
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Time to get back on track
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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
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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
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“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”
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“Grand Designs”
– Rush
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* “Outliers”
– Malcolm Gladwell
A simpler time
Is not possible
When we are
Gluttonous
For chaos
Looking at the world through a windshield. 