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From an unfunny

Morally constipated 45


“President Donald Trump signed the Women’s Suffrage Centennial Commemorative Coin Act Monday, which was a nice thing. “This new law directs the Treasury Department to issue 400,000 $1 silver coins in a commemoration of the 100th anniversary of women securing the right to vote,”

Trump explained during his remarks at the bill’s signing. “The $1 coins that we—will be issued under the act will honor the vital history of the women’s suffrage movement and celebrate many of the brave heroes who fought for the right to vote, such as Susan B. Anthony, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Harriet Tubman, and Ida B. Wells.”


Here’s the funny part.

“Trump, shortly after signing the bill, started sniffing around for credit.

Trump: This is a great—you’ve been working on this for years, right? (Applause.)

So—and they have. They’ve been working on this for years and years. And I’m curious, why wasn’t it done a long time ago? … Well, I guess the answer to that is because now I’m president, and we get things done.

We get a lot of things done that nobody else got done.”


Whew, I sure hope that when they find where Donald parked his time machine, he is strapped in and sent back to math class to understand how long it takes to recognize something that happened 100 years ago, takes 100 years.

Justice Like Injustice

Are words made up

By previous generations

Like prosecute and persecute

Which are used a lot

Certainly more than

Caring and sharing

Guiding and teaching

The former get used more

Cause society has

Convinced itself through

Biblical machinations

That life will be better

With some rules

So it has opted

To conjure up a cliche

The end all be all

Of human summation

Which is

“The rule of law”



First by religion

(Thou shall not kill)

Then by government

(Thou shall not kill)
(Unless we say it is okay)

Now by corporations

(Thou shall kill)
(If it props up the bottom line)

(Disguised using the former rule makers)

As the first two are

Meekly and boldly

On the take

For the scraps

It discards

Neither the plant world

Nor the animal kingdom

Knows justice or injustice

Just instinct and survival

Humans for the large part

Being Pavlovian simpletons

React not to the bell

Rather the light emitting

Pulses of the wall rectangle

Surrounding talking heads

Programming far too many

Not only to react on command

More so what to react to

Impulsively on cue

With pseudo information

Having learned how what who

To react to and when to

Like Manchurian masses

Shown a queen of diamonds

“Free speech as
Free as its thought

Controlled behavior
Reacts as its taught

Fighting for Peace
Can’t comprehend

Hate out of love
Is violent pretends


Their violence works
it hardly ever fails

When blind man can’t see
He believes blind

Blind obedience is
The child of mindless minds

New world order
Is an old world lie

Fighting for peace,
See how they die

Dragging in God,
As they turn violent

God says nothing,
He just remains silent

Stop madmen from
Running loose

Mother earth woman
Can’t take the abuse

Living right now is
Living for tomorrow

Time is saying
There’s no more time tomorrow”

– John Trudell

Excepts from “Bombs over Baghdad”


Humanity seems to like

Its truth veiled and its

BS revealed



Peekaboo takes the blame

Established as exciting

By “authority” figures

That that behavior is

Permanent in our programming

Never tiring of the

Pseudo revelation

Playing the game

Over and over

For the sake of

Playing the game

Over and over

Revealing stuff

We know exists

Instead of evolving

From what we understand



Look around folks

The “rules” aren’t working

Except for the “rulers”

Over the “ruled”

Ruling out their significance

Save being useful pawns

In a game of greed

Consuming to the death

Primary moves

Made by distraction

Focusing on differences

Instead of similarities

Finding it is us

With our hands

Over our own eyes

Leaving the game makers

To do as wished



Why else would and do

The masses accept results

From “closed door” “hearings”

Putting themselves in a

Position of accepting

Choreographed information

Instead of full disclosure

All ways all the time ?



It is a mystery to me

Therefore will keep trying

To lift the veil

Dis’ Connected


“The foot bone’s connected to
The leg bone.
The leg bone’s connected to
The knee bone.
The knee bone’s connected to
The thigh bone.

// And the //

The thigh bone’s connected to
The hip bone.
The hip bone’s connected to
The back bone.
The back bone’s connected to
The neck bone.”


“The drinkin’ bone’s
connected to the party bone
The party bone’s
connected to the staying out all night long


And the lonely bone’s
connected to the…
Drinkin’ bone’s connected to the party bone”

– Tracy Bird


It doesn’t mean

The immorality bone

Is connected to

The economic bone

The sycophant bone

Is connected to

The ego bone

The defender bone

Is connected to

The ignorance bone

Save some

Abstract notion

Of compunction

That if they too

Occupied an oval office

Their behavior

Would be similar

Which seems very


Impossible To Know

The parameters of reality

Within cranial confines

Gives our puny collective ego

The audacity to think

It is mapping out the cosmos

With more powerful telescopes

“Deep space” (yeah, right) probes

(In terms of an infinite expanse

We haven’t gotten off the porch)

Collecting and id’ing samples

Disseminating information

For the sake of information

Impossible to know

Given that any given language

Is completely made up

Adapted from each and all

Expanding and contracting

Based on use by who’s using it

Interpretations and translations

Quantify our perceptions as such

That we may relate and communicate

To the best of our ability

Even though what we know

Or what we think we know

Is impossible to “know”

Primarily lost in the sauce

Accepting what suits ego

Satiating understanding

Stopping there

Because it is easy to do

Instead of asking more

Questioning questions



“Eternal blackness beyond the stars
We think our wisdom will get that far
At the master’s table the table’s bare
No land of plenty, devastation, despair.”

“If Eternity Should Fail”

– Iron Maiden

Happy Armistice Day

As per usual, days late and no money to be had.

(A day late and a dollar short)



The troops… You got to support the troops, right? ……..Wrong again.

You keep trying but… I’m not saying “Don’t support the troops”, I’m saying I support people on a individual basis.

I gotta meet the troop first. If I meet the troop, he’s a cool troop, we drink, and he doesn’t turn into a d****… “Yeah, support him.” I’ll support him no matter what he does.


But some troops are d******. Some troops are… You know them… Some are #ucking assholes. I was down in Killeen, Texas, by Fort Hood.

There was a troop down there in a bar. And he wanted to hammer my head flat. Cause I accidentally dumped over his piss warm draft beer. And he was #ucking… You know how they get the #ucking forearms, swinging forward… A #ucking monkey redneck. #ucking

“Oh, you wanna kick my ass?!”

– Doug Stanhope


Regardless the reason

It is strange to honor

People who kill people

And then not expect

To have more and more

People who kill people

Armistice day originally

Celebrated the end of

World War 1 in 1918

Altered in 1954

To Veterans day

Guess Madison Ave

Thought it would

Be a tacky way to sell

Cars and appliances etc

(Which is more, its intended purpose)

On a day remembering peace

And had we evolved properly

Would have produced

No more Veterans

Of any more wars

(Where’s the money in that?)

“You know what gives me the creeps about the Vietnam vets, they have this obsession with wearing the hat.

They have to let you know they’re a Vietnam vet. They all wear the baseball hat with the gold leafs and the platoon and the year. “Dang Wang, ’68 to ’70, Vietnam vet.”

Why the fuck would you wear that hat? Did you forget how brutally fucked over by your own government you got on that deal? And you wear a hat celebrating it?

Nixon, in his own words in the Nixon tapes, talks openly and casually about delaying the withdrawal of troops just so he can win reelection.

“Fuck ’em if thousands more die. I need this gig again.” And then, you’re wearing a hat.

They fucked you over and then sold you merch after the gig.

How bad do you need someone to buy you a Pabst Blue Ribbon down at the VFW?

That’s like a rape victim walking around in a pink trucker cap that says, “Molested, step-brother, ’82 to ’86.” “Hey, girls, where’s all the fun at?”

– Doug Stanhope


Ever get the impression

We are failing as

Human beings

Caught up in

An endless moment

Of consume

Distract and repeat


Distract and repeat

Satiating insanity

With no room left

For heart or soul

Only connected to

Disconnected connections

Overdosing on want

Plastic intervention

Rehab online

This must not be

Why we are here

Even as an aside

It becomes our

Distracted focus

‘Stead of being

Our intended being


c : conscious existence 





“Presto” – Rush
If I could wave my magic wand…

I am made from the dust of the stars
And the oceans flow in my veins
Here I hide in the heart of the city
Like a stranger coming out of the rain

The evening plane rises up from the runway
Over constellations of light
I look down into a million houses
And wonder what you’re doing tonight

If I could wave my magic wand

I’d make everything all right


I’m not one to believe in magic
Though my memory has a second sight
I’m not one to go pointing my finger
When I radiate more heat than light

Don’t ask me
I’m just improvising
My illusion of careless flight
Can’t you see
My temperature’s rising
I radiate more heat than light