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Putrid Political Pornography


“North Korea best not make any more threats to the United States. They will be met with fire and fury like the world has never seen,” Trump said. “And as I said, they will be met with the fire and fury and, frankly, power, the likes of which this world has never seen before.”

– Donald Trump

In Korean,  this translates to “I have know idea what I’m doing,  please don’t be scared, I’m just fooling my base. Thanks.

Obviously the Donald wrote that himself. It is simple and repetitive.

“Every dog is brave on his own doorstep.”

– Irish Proverb

Consider it would be braver to admit that you are hurting and in need of affection than attacking because you feel weak.

US, so empirical, because it has been pushing it’s own back against the wall .

We are the greatest.  We are number one.
The most powerful office / man in the world. None of which is true.

Manifesting delusional arrogant hubris blinding the collective of its necessary frailties that regarded, would keep it humble.

Newly striving to be the greatest by being the most peaceful and helpful, generous and wise, kind and forgiving.


“Well, we like war, we like war, we are a war like people. We like war, because we’re good at it. You know why we’re good at it?? Cause we get a lot of practice.


We average a major war every 20 years in this country, so we’re good at it. It’s a good thing we are. // Can’t educate our young people, can’t get health care to our old people, but we can bomb the shit out of your country all right.


Me, I look at war a little bit differently. To me, war is a lot of prick waving.

Men are insecure about the size of their dicks, and so they have to kill one another over the idea..

That’s what all that asshole jock bullshit is all about.  That’s what all that adolescent,  macho, male, posturing and strutting in bars and locker rooms is all about.

It’s called Dick Fear.

Men are terrified that their pricks are inadequate and so they have to compete with one another to feel better about themselves.  //  Basically, men are killing each other in order to improve their self-esteem.”

– George Carlin

“Rockets and penises in the Persian Gulf”


Maybe if the Donald considered that the first two practice targets were Maralogo and the faulty tower he might have been more reticent in sabre rattling and prick waving.

I wonder if that nudnik’s rhetoric causes actual harm and death, if he will be able to wash the blood off his thumbs?


You know the problem isn’t the Democrats or Republicans, that is just Coke and Pepsi.  Same crap different can.

It’s the problem we keep voting the same d-bags in every single time, and we believe the same lie every time.

I’ll do what you elected me to do, the check is in the mail. I didn’t know she was 17. Every time.


My biggest fear is one day one of these kids is going to be President, and he’s going to have a lot of trophies. He’s not going to know what losing feels like.

He’s not going to have humility and he’s not going to have grace. Someone’s not going to sign a trade agreement, and he’s going to hit the nuke button. We’re going to be so high, we’re just going to watch.

As that nuclear fireball rips the flesh from our skeletons, our last thought is going to be….Pretty colors.

– Christopher Titus


Deficit of being haiku with tanka



It’s in the mirror

A deficit of being

What I am seeing


Learn new words do i

To consolidate my speech

Best communicate


The looks I must get

As if though three heads have I

Adds to the regret


To open my mouth

Lets out ridiculousness

Hard to decipher


Once used cognizant

When it seemed appropriate

All heard, turned and groaned



Much to my chagrin

Ooh, look at Mr. Big words

Fine, will keep mouth shut



Guess I’ll use newspeak

Say double plus good aware

Think that might just work

For the knuckle heads to hear

Ooops, did not mean to be mean


Would speak from the heart

If I actually had one

See my dilemma


Am deaf in one ear

Can’t hear out of the other

What is it you said



Besides my hearing

It’s my poor listening skills

Can not comprehend



Some use emotions

It’s that I don’t understand

There’s no hope for me



Is there hope for me

It does not seem like there is

Save mirror be gone



Don’t know haiku rules

If contractions are okay

It seems like cheating



A tanka to close

Just read the definition

From dictionary

Maybe I just need to write

Let others respond to that


Look, There is nothing to see


“A whole wide world
An endless universe
Yet, we keep looking
Through the eyeglass In reverse


In different circles
We keep holding our ground
Indifferent circles
We keep spinning round and round”

Rush  “Territories”

– Neil Peart 


Nothing to protest

Caught up in nothing

Nada, zilch, zip, zero

Less than nothing


Like the content of the man

Empty, substance-less, a void

Which is not to say, he does

Not need, desire and deserve


Lots of love and compassion

(That’s what I’d need in those shoes)

Perhaps, just not the attention he gets

Save the rest for his visitations in prison



Heard a broadcast of people protesting

Trump’s tumultuous transgender tweet

Making mockery of military malevolence

And I am thinking.  WHY ??  It’s a tweet.


It is not policy,  The generals rejected it.

The base loved it, regardless of outcome

Nothing changed. No thing. Know that.

Recycle, repeat, Alter, recycle, repeat



He didn’t serve, His enlistment deferred.

It was a technological Tourette typing .

Like a tick turding on a tree in Texas

Bringing applause to vile excrement



If lights and cameras were shined

On that pesky pine poop producer

His insatiable ego would keep going

Thinking his stool, sniffed, smells special



For in the oneness of the greater all

There are parts of me that are him

Likewise parts of him that are ye

All of which is the collective us


The optics are based on a slight of hand

Perceived illusion is what we make it

Properly ignored will make it go away

Or addressing it within ourselves, it’s gone





The End ??

“It is just a ride”

– Bill Hicks


Down and up

Over and again

Hold on tight

And buckle in




The pens down

The notes finished

The bullet passes

The rope tightens

The chair tips

The pills dissolve

The car starts

The exhaust fumes

The gasses pass

The bridges open

The waters, deep

The pavement ends

The blades sharp

The tubs full

The powers on

The timer ticks

The bucket kicks

The curtain closes

The casket shuts

The incinerator fires

The ashes disperse

The rain falls

The grass grows

The worms consume

The flowers bloom

The petals open

The bees buzz

The seed plops

The eggs drop

The rabbit dies

The storks fly

The gender reveals

The canal opens

The levy spills

The light shines

The skin dries

The tether severs

The lungs indulge

The eyes wide

The lips smack

The nose twitches

The speakers sound

The cartons round

The milk quells

The bladder spills

The mom woops

The baby poops

The morning dawns

The night falls

The state numbers

The store sells

The fibre swells

The content smells

The land fills

The glaciers melt

The heats felt

The drains maimed

The health blamed

The inoculations begin

The pharmacies win

The cycle starts

The toddler farts

The indoctrination commenced

The minds fenced

The parent rules

The ignorance fools

The alphabets learned

The numbers churned

The screen weens

The brain un-cleans

The sunny days

The outside stays

The game plays

The screaming yays

The jumps roped

The hoops luped

The jacks won

The marbles lost

The fun had

The nary cost

The bikes ridden

The adults forbidden

The jumps made

The landings splayed

The red rovers

The partys over

The mothers hover

The fathers cower

The banks drained

The balance remains

The zero gains

The brainwashing resumes

The too soon

The bullies swoon

The lectern looms

The history ruins

The reality assumes

The truth told

The corporate mold

The deeds cold

The product sold

The easy way

The way say

The simple explanation

The lost imagination

The same repetition

The swallowed regurgitation

The creative stagnation

The questioners rebel

The answers fail

The seekers sail

The minds un-jail

The roads clear

The wheels steer

The futures near

The passions fire

The enlighten desire

The frustrations ire

The never tire

The others inspire

The paradigm shifts

The mind swifts

The hell desists

The heaven exists

The peace persists

The stars align

The creative design

The futures mine

The non-existent time

The temporary sublime

The mother earth

The again rebirth

The whats worth

The seeds planted

The chance granted

The truths implanted

The life understanded

The religions upended

The experience demanded

The rides started

The oneness imagined



Was going to “stop” at The casket closes


I guess this is why I keep writing

Enjoying the roller coaster I am riding

Like existence it is never ending

Therefore it had no beginning


If I don’t publish now, it may never end.


“All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.”

Bill Hicks


“I think we’re part of a greater wisdom than we’ll ever understand, a higher order.

Call it what you want. You know what I call it? The Big Electron.

The Big Electron.

Woooohhhh, woooohhhh, woooohhhh.

It doesn’t punish.
it doesn’t reward.
it doesn’t judge at all.
It just is.

And so are we,
for a little while.”

– George Carlin


“The Clairvoyant”
– Iron Maiden

Feel the sweat break on my brow
Is it me or is it shadows that are
Dancing on the walls.
Is this dream or is it now
Is this a vision or normality I see
Before my eyes.I wonder why I wonder how
That it seems

the powers getting stronger
Every day
I feel a strength an inner fire
But I’m scared

I won’t be able to control it anymore

There’s a time to live

and a time to die
When it’s time to meet the maker
There’s time to live but isn’t it strange
That as soon as you’re born

you’re dying.

Just by looking through your eyes
He could see the future

penetrating right
In through your mind
See the truth and see your lies
But for all his power

couldn’t foresee his own demise

There’s time to live and time to die
When it’s time to meet the maker
There’s time to live

but isn’t it strange
That as soon as you’re born
you’re dying…
…and reborn again??

All “Decked” Out


The socioeconomic house of cards we are living in is built solidly on the concrete foundation of maybe. Laid out in the formless forms of apathy. Secured to the rebar of what if? Poured into the rocky foundation of hope.
Of course it is not as if, we are not playing with a full deck, but rather that most cards seem to be jokers, disguised as kings. With a lot of crazy eights mixed in with wild two’s.

Just when you think the deck is stacked against you, a few walls shatter and fall. Letting light in to expose the frailty of the kings. Regardless their crown and sword, they are the same size and bend as easily.

The diamond one, worn out and as  crooked as his club counterpart in digging a hole with spades. That has the whole structure teetering on the edge of the abyss.

Structurally supporting no more or less, than say a five or nine. Black or red, neither is more suited for the task at hand,  yet it is the ones with heart seem to be able to carry a heavier load..




Pro Life

“For Living”


“O great creator of being

Grant us one more hour to
Perform our art
& perfect our lives”

– Jim Morrison “An American Prayer”


“If God is so pro life, why did he send his son here to DIE?”

Tom Simmons


God sacrificed his only son

That is the distortion

What is the difference between that

And a post natal abortion

Suspending rational disbelief

Playing hell with your emotion

Robbing you of your divinity

Like a covert Soul extortion


For what is written, is only printed said

An invisible bogeyman to be dread

Fictitious Martyr? Your sins? He bled?

Time to evolve, before we are, all dead


Last line was used to make a rhyme

I know that we are all going to die

Just do not want to go before my time

Fear a loving being, seems to be a crime


The proof is in the belief, just to show ya

There was no ark, or a man named Noah

Search in your heart, you will know a

Loving APAK God would not drown ya


APAK  (All Powerful All Knowing )


From “The Power of a Half Hour”

“Align your values, with God’s values.”

– Tommy Barnett


Does that mean? If you don’t like how your kids turned out, with the minimal effort you put into them. Drown them?


Genesis 6 : 5-7 New International Version

5 The Lord saw how great the wickedness of the human race had become on the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil all the time.

6 The Lord regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled. 

7 So the Lord said, “I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created—and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground—for I regret that I have made them.”

– New International Version (NIV)

(WOW, premise to manipulate & comtrol. If it can be.)

Translated and revised
Numbered and categorised
Implemented and hypnotized
Orated then, now televised
Disbelieved, be demonized
Distorted and improvised
Revised and re-revised
Adjudicated and paralyzed
Justificated and devised
Contradicted and compromised


I guess the fish were safe.  No?


Have had these discussions before

Then I am told. Well, it is a metaphor

Open to vast interpretation makes it lore

Different conclusions make basis for war


Well I mean, life is sacred? Who said so? God? Hey if you read history, you realize that God is one of the leading causes of death.

Has been for thousands of years. Hindus, Muslims, Jews, Christians, all taking turns killing each other because God told them it was a good idea.

The sword of God, the blood of the lamb, vengeance is mine, millions of dead motherfuckers, all because they gave the wrong answer to the God question.

‘You believe in God?’


*BANG* Dead.

‘You believe in God?’


‘You believe in my God?’


*Bang* Dead.

‘My God has a bigger dick than your God!’

That’s how it is, isn’t it?

Thousands of years, and all the best wars too, the bloodiest, most brutal wars fought all based on religious hatred, which is fine with me.

Anytime a bunch of holy people want to kill each other, I’m a happy guy.

– George Carlin


Written many things, none more bolder

Why isn’t love, weapon of Christian soldier

No closer to an answer, I still get older

Is the “real” info, in a classified folder

Trying to figure life out in so many ways

Even listening to the “Bible in 90 days”

Tried reading bible, thoughts go astray

A book of truth, borders on devils play


For your forgiveness I am beckoning

It is everything I can not stop questioning

Save yourself, will deal w / own reckoning

This is neither the end or the beginning


Trial before Pilate from Jesus Christ SS

I look for truth and find that I get damned.

– JC

What is truth?  
Is truth unchanging law?

We both have truths.
Are mine, the same as yours?

– Pilate

Reinterpreted via – Andrew Lloyd Weber


Jesus died for our sins. Except…
He did not actually stay dead.

So, what did he sacrifice?
His weekend?

Jesus “sacrificed” his weekend
for your sins.

– Anonymous / Unknown 


“Hey, buddy! C’mere! Mr. Funny-man, c’mere! Hey, buddy, we’re Christians, and we don’t like what you said.”


“So then forgive me.”

– Bill Hicks


“I think we’re part of a greater wisdom than we’ll ever understand, a higher order.

Call it what you want. You know what I call it? The Big Electron.

The Big Electron.

Woooohhhh, woooohhhh, woooohhhh.

It doesn’t punish.
it doesn’t reward.
it doesn’t judge at all.
It just is.

And so are we,
for a little while.”

– George Carlin



Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…. Aha-ah…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace… You…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world… You…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

– John Lennon


“God is the voice that says, I am not here..”

Don DeLillo




I am thirsty

Yet hydrated

I am hungry

Yet satiated

I’ve diarrhea

Yet constipated

I am whole

Yet decimated

I see clearly

Yet blinded

I hear well

Yet deafened

I am free

Yet apprehended

I am great

Yet lessened

I am bored

Yet fascinated

I am at peace

Yet tortured

I am simple

Yet complicated

I am stable

Yet unbalanced

I am solid

Yet perforated

I am healthy

Yet wounded

I am broken

Yet mended

I am new

Yet replaced

I am scribbled

Yet erased

I am separate

Yet blended

I am eaten

Yet regurgitated

I am sane

Yet demented

I am dark

Yet enlightened

I am well written

Yet misread

I am God

Yet Deviled

I am understood

Yet miscomprehended

I am starting

Yet finished



All this, because I noticed I was thirsty after having drank plenty of water.

Then like a flowing faucet, fingers found phrases to fast and furiously fill frameless form.