To listen to “my” candidate
With heavy-duty filtered ears
Only allowing what gets through
To hear what I want to hear
The “other” candidate with
Sharp discerning ears
In a broader range to
Pick-up dog whistles
Whilst living in fear
If I may be so Freudian
Both candidates are starting
To sound like my mother
After stating, I was moving out
Making impossible promises
To retain me to stay, such as
I’ll make you breakfast each day
You can park anywhere
On the driveway, and I won’t
Charge you rent like I said
(Which triggered the whole
Get out of Dodge plan anyway)
The funny thing is, both are each
Adopting and adapting the other’s
Plans, proposals, and promises
Reverberating off the rhetoric
Until you can’t tell who is doing what
I promise
I’ll help you buy a house
With magic money, I just made up
While I make sure there are more houses
To bring down the value of the houses
People are already indebted to the banks for
” Ooopsie, don’t pay attention to that part” – “46.5”
I’ll lower your taxes
I’ll jack up other countries’ tariffs so high
You’ll live in America for free while
China and all other gross importers
Pay for you to live in the land of the free
“That must be how it is meant,
No wonder I’m a stable genius” – “45”
I’ll do something about the border
I won’t let any more people in
I will kick everyone out
I’ll fricking let you frack
I’ll let you kill in womb fetuses
I’ll let you kill out of womb fetuses
Please, please, please, pick me, pick me
Are these two candidates vying to lead or
Running to be a classless class president?
Whoa, decisions, decisions, decisions
Made on vague impossible promises that
I promise to investigate after the election
But only if “my” candidate loses because
I am going to participate in a rigged game
“Never had a doubt in the beginning
Never a doubt
Trusted you true in the beginning
//
You made me promises, promises
Knowing I’d believe
Promises, promises
You knew you’d never keep
Second time around, I’m still believing
The words that you said
You said you’d always be here
//
You made me promises, promises
You knew you’d never keep
Promises, promises
Why do I believe?
//
You made me promises, promises
You knew you’d never keep
Promises, promises
Why do I believe
All of your promises
You knew you’d never keep
Promises, promises
Why do I believe?
Promises
Promises
Promises
Promises
Promises
“Promises, Promises” with “love” lyrics “//” removed
– Naked Eyes
“So I know that a little later on this year, you’re going to have another one of those really swell presidential elections that you like so much. You enjoy yourselves. It will be a lot of fun. I’m sure as soon as the election is over, your country will “improve” immediately.
As for me, I’ll be home on that day, doing essentially the same thing as you, the only difference is, when I get finished masturbating, I’m going to have a little something to show for it folks.”
– George Carlin
“Sometimes, I just follow
A dark path…… because
I can not find my way.”
– Angelo Devlin
AKA Kamala Harris / Tim Walz
Will not change the game
Too many people are on the take
Of their perception of
Identity politics for their sake of
Having something to identify with
Since self-realization is too scary
(I must align myself with either the
Red or the blue, since my willingness
To line up with their lies and promises
More closely match my own deceptions)
Ought it not matter more for
The collective to solve problems
Than pick either side to do nothing
Regardless of who gets in the “House”
The economy will do what it does
At the whims of which * “Davos” man
Makes money grabbing into an art
Of greed towards crass consumerism
Which includes making, selling, and using
Weapons of war against the people
As their blood oils the very machine
Most individuals would dismantle
As an evolutionary step towards peace
But noooooo
The distractions are too great to
Stop identifying with whichever side
Is convenient to have blatant opposition/s
Sports teams, race, religion, skin color,
Gender, class, height, weight, age, guns,
Rights, flags, nationalism, patriotism,
Immigration, energy, vehicle propulsion
Whether the earth is flat or spherical
Education, or rather indoctrinations
(If one only knows global conflicts must
End in violence and destruction, then that
Is all each subsequent generation will use
To solve its territorial and resource disputes)
Designed to keep playing the deadly game
Of daily chaos revolving around fear
(I must keep ahead of the Joneses while
Seeking a perfect artificial body, living in
The right neighborhood with all the latest
Gizmos and gadgets all the while living
In fear, my fellow earthling will surpass me
Constantly regurgitating opinions that line up
With the ones I’ve accepted as true into
Believing they are my own through repetition)
*
Davos Man: How the Billionaires Devoured the World
Book by Peter S. Goodman
“The only way to
Change the game
Is to stop playing”
– Angelo Devlin
Just to show how ridiculous
What’s his name’s policy
Is on health care after 8 years
“Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump admitted Tuesday night he still has no healthcare plan, but “concepts of a plan.”
– forbes.com.
8 years, no plan, none, nada, zip, zilch, zero
From an allegedly successful billionaire businessman
Except for all his failed ventures, that were not “his” fault
Airlines, steaks, water, a fraudulent university
Casinos, bankruptcies, unpaid vendors, and workers
Must have been too busy engaging in charity fraud
While sexually assaulting women and bragging about it
8 years, no plan, none, nada, zip, zilch, zero
At a debate, in a farcical presentation of leadership
“How could they (45) not have a plan?
How could the democrats not have asked for one?
That’s all you’d have to do
What the f@#& are you gonna do?
How do you not ask that question?
But the bigger shock is that
They (Don, does not) didn’t have a plan
Even I couldn’t imagine
I kept thinking, we’ll, they (Don) must have a plan
Even, when, you know we were drunk last night
We got here!”
– Lewis Black
“Iraq, An Idiot’s Delight”
I have a concept of a plan
On what I might do if
Maybe, I win the lottery
Whether or not I buy a ticket
But as the amount fluctuates
So does the plan and splits
Who may get what and how much
Do I control the strings
Like some philanthropic grand poobah
Or squander it because it’s my ticket
Actually, I do have more of a plan
For my fictional lottery win than the
Donald has for his MAGA constituents
Along with everyone else stoking his
Neverending nefarious narcissism
First thing, sign the ticket, then write “plus others”
To share the winnings and lighten the tax burden
The next few calls would be to lawyers, accountants
Tax advisors and financial planning experts
Set up every family member with structured annuities
Along with trusted advisors to best suit their needs
The basis for the plan would be to bring in experts
Who are skilled in managing large sums of money
Would even consider bringing on board, therapists
Who deal with navigating newfound wealth so that
Bad decisions and bad deals are not made, simply
Because now one might have money to throw away
That is my concept of a plan. However, I am just
A dopey truck driver with a vague idea of what to do
You would think a former president would already be
Surrounded by experts in every field surrounding
Health care, insurance, finance, and business to put together
Something more than merely a concept of a plan…….
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Would be refreshing
Not by those two nudnicks
Vying to be mass murderers
That’s not going to happen
After all deception is their
Key to seek and gain power
From what little I heard
Individual one was trying to
Win by sheer decibel levels
The other by triggering triggers
None of which collectively
Solve any problem but is rather a
Polished act for a live performance
To keep the masses
Glued to their seats
Pointing fingers at the clowns
Jugglers and jeremiad jesters
So the audience can later
Mean meme and tweet their
Selfish subjective opinion
As to how their “side” “won”
When clearly the audience does not win
There is no resolution in a debate
Watching the “presidential” debate
It is like watching verbal TicTacToe
Or children, with crayons at a restaurant
Playing the same winless game
(Anybody see “War Games”)
Occupying their time to behave
While waiting for the food to arrive
An honest debate would include
The meaning definition and purpose
Of the word honest and its value
Between a white lie and a “Big” lie
White Lies
• Told to protect others
• Self-protective
• Avoid awkward situations
Real Lies
• Told to benefit the self
• Self-serving
• Create pain and discomfort for others
– verywellmind.com
Plus, the “debate” ought to be more of a dialog
Between more than just two people
Having a harangue for no sake
The perception and perspective change
Depending on who is using honest and why
The group could include politicians, lawyers
Insurance executives and preschool children
Honest
1 a: free from fraud or deception
– M-W.com
My guess is that the preschool children
Would have the most refreshing and refined
Un – indoctrinated view of the key meaning
“A strange game.
The only winning move is not to play.
How about a nice game of chess?”
– “Joshua”
“War Games”
Of two evils
Is still evil
“I met Dick Cheyney
I’ve never stood
That close to Evil”
– Lewis Black
“The hawkish conservative and vice president under President George W. Bush has broken with Donald J. Trump before. Earlier this week, his daughter Liz Cheney said she would vote for Ms. Harris.
Dick Cheney, a staunch Republican and former vice president, said on Friday that he would be voting for Kamala Harris for president in November.
Credit…Doug Mills/The New York Times
However
When evil volunteers
That “Evil” is picking the
Lesser of two evils
It might be something
One ought to
Pay attention to
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
To bring in everybody
Under the same tent
Would be not to use either
Democrat or Republican
But identify both singularly
As “The Murder Party”
Seeing as how they both
Share similar platforms
The subtle differences
Are not enough to keep
Either out of the Murder party.
Democrats want to make sure
Fetuses can be killed
But not school children, plus
They want to save murderers
Which kinda makes sense
It is called “covering your ass”
Republicans work at
Saving fetuses, but clear the way
For school children to get killed
They also want to kill murderers
That doesn’t really make sense
Must have figured adolescents
Might get wise to their hypocrisy
Both are okay with killing people
On other continents with
Resources under their feet
While playing hide and seek
With the truth, disguising motives
As spreading democracy or
Defending allies, whereas
Even though their behavior
Is reprehensible, murderous, violent
It will continue because
Hey, it’s good for the economy
To supply weapons of destruction
Both mass and otherwise
You know, toys big and small, to kill people
Who now, no longer
Have to be fed, housed, or healed
Just buried to inspire vengeance
“Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses (and walls) each year and instead, spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”
― Bill Hicks
With this new unification and classification
Agreeing to disagree on how to murder
Who to murder, when it’s okay to murder
Will implement a new modified death tax
To help raise money to balance
The stupid fucking budget, which is made of
Get this, nonexistent money
By combining the blue and the red
To become the color of dried blood
Black
Everyone can wave their Black flag
With its skull and crossbones
As a sign of what they truly stand for
Death
Making this a good time as any to rename
The defense department formerly known
As the war department to the more
Honest and clear, Murder department
“Humanity” is not very pretty
When it sees itself
In a collective mirror.”
– Angelo Devlin
“That is a whole bunch of horrible thoughts right in a row.
Right in a row, that is a compressed area of bad thought.”
– Louis CK
– “If Murder Was Legal”
Heaven forbid we take that Trillion dollars annually
To spending it on food and daily distribution
Systems for clean drinking water and sewage
Physical tangible housing structures and health care
Shit, that might be something Jesus would do
Heaven must forbid that, otherwise Heaven
Would simply be to crowded just like here
For we would all be living in a sort of heaven
Ooopsie
As the longest political prognostication
Is underway of the who is going to do what
On the crooked road to the Whitehouse
Politicians’ version of the superbowl
Everyone sitting on the sidelines
Waiting for the game of voting to start
Whilst drunk or stoned blathering on
How their team is going to do while
Lying to each other about useless stats
Who did or didn’t do what in their last game
Making selfish projections that if the kicker
Misses the kick, how the other team will react
Ad nauseum back and forth to no end
Save to occupy mindless time while idle
In their unfulfilled lives lived from
One distraction to the next distraction
Unlike a paycheck that only goes so far
Chaos, contempt, and crisis are in abundance
The black and white color commentators
Known as talking heads, never run out
Of things to say for they can draw from
Recent history as to how both sides
Fumble (flip-flop) the ball but will use
Their own sides fumble as a positive thing
As both teams vie for the center of left/right
Fracking, well, I wasn’t the quarterback at the time
So now, I might be 1st string, and it is my play to call
Since the “owners” of me are telling me how to play
While the other wannabe quarterback is
Re-decidng his field position on reproductive rights
As his owners are turning up the earpiece in his ear
Telling his teammates what the audience wants to hear
Yet afterwards, when the game is over
Nothing will have gotten done towards
The real problems that need fixing
Most of which is overpopulation
And there is no place for anybody to go
Driving over collapsing bridges
In between overused roads to
Pay for the overpriced goods
Still mostly stocked deep on the shelves
Having acquired a new sense of greed
After the pandemic as what is tolerable
To paychecks, while corporations see
Record gross gross profits that have
Nothing to do with who is playing the game
Save the owners profiting off the Proletariat
Hanging out drinking and smoking at
The toxic tumultuous tailgate party
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
In between states
Of consciousness
Upon waking from
A deep restorative
Undisturbed sleep
Like an old antique
Nestled in styrofoam
Ready for shipment
Found myself unable
To move without
The promise of
Something better
Cling to the thought
Of being aware of
My immobility is enough
To stay in that state
Wondering where
It will take me
Back to oblivion
Or inspired well to
Take on the day
Either choice divine
Yet wanting to stay
In that sweet spot
Vibrating as one
With all of the light
Collective consciousness
As of right now
That condition was so
Blissful, I forgot what
Direction it took
Have come and gone
Judgment days
Will flourish and wane
In the infinity of the infinite
Days do not exist
(Save our heliocentric perspective
In a tiny outpost in the cosmos)
Let Alone “Judgment Days”
“One Thing For Certain……
Judgment Day
Will Not Be Rigged”
Is a Meta meme floating
Around the internet
Begging to be reposted
By religious fear fanatics
As a self reflecting cue of
How to live…..just in case
Disguised as a veiled
Warning for others to heed
Doubling down on Pascals wager
On the off off, so far off chance
Worse than the worst
Lottery odds chance
That some invisible
Santa Clause caricature dude
Has nothing better to do
Then, keep his eye on
Oh, let us say, 8 billion people
At a time, all the time
It was so much easier
When it was just two…..
“Judgment Days”
“Spooky language. Spooky language.
Designed to scare and control primitive people. In no way does superstitious mumbo jumbo like this apply to the lives of intelligent, civilized humans in the twenty-first century.”
– George Carlin
There is a guy, I’ll call him Steve, since that is his name. A coworker of sorts that drives to the same terminal I do, from a different direction. There, enough background story.
Steve seems like a nice gentleman, always helpful and kind. Full of wit and wisdom. Hmm, since I barely know you and will never see you outside of work, let’s be FB friends.
I rarely post anything. It is mostly to view family photos posted by family members, events children, and grandchildren participate in.
Steve likes to post, work grievances, religious themes, Trump support, and outdoor recreational side by side adventures.
I assume “Judgment Day” comes when one dies, on the presumption that if you spend a lifetime of “behaving” in a certain, assumed, perceived way, then you will get to go to “heaven”. Or ask forgiveness a few moments prior, then go to heaven. Hmmmm.
Who is making this shit up?
Judgment day: Ooopsie
The following is a complete editorialization and extrapolation of projections entirely for my amusement and perhaps yours.
God: Hi Steve
Steve: Hi God
God: I see you’ve been posting digitized colorful, cute memes that. “Judgment day will not be rigged.”
Steve: Yes, God, I thought that one was most clever.
God: Well, let’s get to it, seeing as how, just today, like yesterday there are 170,000 people* that died today and are, or are not “waiting” for their “Judgment”. Depending on how they were indoctrinated into their beliefs, or lack thereof.
* worldpopulationreview.com
(That is a million people, dead, in 6 days, to receive? Judgment? )
Steve: Thanks God. Go, I think I’m ready.
God: How do you think I should judge you?
Steve: With all your might, I am a good Christian
God: Well, I see you post many things about Jesus
Steve: Yes, always trying to help spread his message
God: Have you emulated his behavior, forgiving and feeding?
Steve: No, I’m a republican, just advising how great Jesus is
God: That’s not the purpose of his message, but okay
God: I see you support Trump
Steve: Yes, he is like your second son you sent to save us
God: Almost forgot, you watch Fox to get your information
If I had time, I’d let you explain how a failing businessman
Twice divorced, womanizing philanderer, lying grifter
Who hates the poor, mocks the infirmed and
Steals from a charity, who only helps the wealthy and
His narcissistic greedy self serving self is my son
But, thankfully, ME, I don’t have time
Steve: But, but he held a Bible once for a photo op.
God: Never mind, finally I see you and your buddies ride 4 wheelers
In the desert
Steve: Yes, er, umm, that’s when, I, umm, pray to Jesus on Sunday
God : I should send you to hell for lying
“His judgment cometh and that right soon.”
– Shawshank Redemption
– on the embroidered sign concealing the safe
God: Most of your behavior is a reflection of the echo chamber and
filter bubble you’ve placed yourself in. However, in your
willfulness to destroy the desert for your amusement, which
has annihilated the habitat of lizards and snakes, the descendants
of my dinosaurs, I shall cast you into a life of a lizard for thirty-four lifetimes, as recompense for the suffering,
that befell my lizards for shade and their home that you ravaged.
Ooopsie
My guess is that “Judgment”
Is not in his repertoire
Of perceived judgments
Without casting any aspersions to “Steve”, methinks it is incredible, that allegedly grown adults, feel the need to mentally manufacture a bogeyman in order to behave a certain way and perpetuate it to infect others. Especially when they could look within and realize they have the “God” power themselves to do incredible good, always, all the time without identifying with the hat wearing, finger pointing, perpetual and professional victim club and class.
Abstractly, they are presenting themselves, that they live in fear, aligning with a safety in numbers cowardice crowd for protection.
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
Kamala is privately prepping
For “media” interviews
Based on her DNC speech
Was she not overtly
All things to all people?
The neo patriotic defender
Of all things “American” for
The red, white, blue, and LGBTQ+
Middle class, taxpayers, black,
Brown, white, red, yellow, and olive
To bring food prices down
Make housing more affordable
(Sounds like the socialist, she’s not supposed to be)
All the while maintaining….
“As commander in chief, I will ensure America has the strongest, most lethal fighting force in the world. And I will fulfill our sacred obligation to care for our troops and their families, and I will always honor and never disparage their service and their sacrifice.”
– Kamala Harris DNC speech
Which means, with the strongest, most lethal fighting force in the world, she already plans on killing the people she will be told to kill.
In the name of democracy or freedom, or whatever bullshit it takes to keep the “defense” contractors happy and flush with cash to kill.
Ironically, 45 was probably the least lethal president, outside of all his bullying brave bluster, though it wasn’t for a lack of trying. Oops.
If she continues to do war, then
She is just another puppet
In a toy box full of puppets
Dancing on some strings
As a statistical anomaly
Doing the distracting dance
Of the corporate puppeteers
Keeping the masses entranced
On the stage of fear and cheer
Hyperbolizing both to
Maintain a greed economy
Of want over necessity
Gluttony over goodness
Consumption over compassion
Narcissism over niceness
I don’t care who “wins”…
“My problem is with (huh, huh) authority.”
– Lewis Black
All she has to do now is
Be prepared to sell it
Under interview scrutiny
As to how she’ll pull it off
With some smooth talking
Silver tongue sweetness
That will put ol’ what’s his name to shame
But at least everyone will be included in the
Imperialistic march toward cheap resources
From whatever country hasn’t been mined or drilled
As the preprogrammed, get to clap and applaud
Though in all likelihood the planetary
Bloodbath will continue to overflow
But at least everyone will be included
Forgetting we are all on a planet sized battle station
With our own death star aimed directly back at us
“Blood On The World’s Hands”
“Sometimes it makes me wonder
Sometimes it makes me question
Sometimes it makes me saddened
Always it makes me angry but…
When you can see it happening
The madness that’s all around you
Nobody seems to worry
The world seems so powerless to act…
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
Each day a new toll
Another assassination
The same day a new creation
But what are they coming into
Security of a world that brings…
One day another killing
Somewhere there’s someone starving
Another a savage raping
Meanwhile there’s someone
Laughing at us
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
Each day it goes on
Brutality and aggression
Tomorrow another lesson
Expecting another air raid
Praying for a ceasefire
They say things are getting better
No need to be complacent
There’s chaos across the border
And one day it could be happening to us
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
It’s our epitaph
It’s out of control
Someone should know
Blood on the world’s hands
Someone Should”
– Iron Maiden
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 