Are bolstered not
By evidence or proof
Rather coincidences, plus
Circumstance and timing
In order to satiate
A fragile narcissistic ego
That one is doing something
When one is actually not
If one does a rain dance
Long enough
Eventually, it will rain
One will win once in a while
In a lottery or game of chance
Usually, a smaller amount
Than the fantasized gross
But you still have to buy a ticket
Having done something
In order to get paid
Movement and action
Are what gives satisfaction
“Just be who you are and work hard for a living, for that’s better than pretending to be important and starving to death.”
Proverbs 12:9 TPT
However, if you want
Something to happen
It’s best to pick up a shovel
Use your hands
At the end of your mind
Wishing and hoping
Will move as much dirt
As will a thimble
Emptying the ocean
“National Day of Prayer, F*** you. You think you’re doing something….. you’re not. You can sit at home and cry jinx and keep your fingers crossed too. It does as much good.
You want to pray, pray all day. Pray on your own time. You wanna help? Grab a shovel, and start digging there pinwheel, because it looks like your god, takes Tuesdays (September 11, 2001) off.”
– Doug Stanhope
“The Baby Boomers: whiny, narcissistic, self-indulgent people with a simple philosophy: “Gimme that! It’s mine!””
— George Carlin
That which is mine
Is not really mine
Merely a perception
Of a possession
To satiate a
Greedy obsession
How could I
Possibly own a thing
Person or place
When it was never
Mine to begin with
My my my, where does
Ownership come from
Must flow from
The river denial
As there is no source
That is stagnant
Enough to be held
Or held on to
Especially while
Spinning on an axis
Orbiting a star
Hurling through
The cosmos
Of empty space
In helical form
While constantly
Coagulating into
A “constant”
Mass of protons
Neutrons and electrons
Into a sentient being
That has a perceived
Projection of ego
Subjectively that
It “owns” something
Houses
Cars
Spouses
Children
Money
Objects
Ideas
All preceded by my
Does not make them yours
When you “go”
You will not be able
To take them with you
All of which are as
Temporary as yourself
Though it is trapped
In the language we use
Suggesting illusionary
Ownership
Strange to be
Possessed by an idea
That something
Could be
Mine
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Are not the problem
The language surrounding guns
Is the majority of the problem
It is too easy to get tangled
Up in the flag with words like
Rights to defend and protect
Well, of course, that sounds noble
No one wants to take that away
It is in the “original” document
Oh wait….. after it was amended
In the second of ten immediate fixes
Plus, seventeen more over time
Only three are commonly known
First about speech, second about arms
Fifth about keeping one’s mouth shut
Anyway, all the language is vague
What does the right to bear arms really mean?
• The right to bear arms generally refers to a person’s right to possess weapons. Over the years, the Supreme Court has interpreted the Constitution’s right to bear arms as an individual self-defense right, making it very difficult for Congress to regulate guns.
https://constitution.findlaw.com/
Unfortunately, the amendment has devolved into the right to murder whoever one wants, simply because they purchased a gun “legally.”
Legal or illegal, bipedal earthling artists are dead as a result.
Ooopsie.
That and keep people divided, not between Republicans and Democrats, liberals and conservatives, blue states and red states, rather between the living and the dead, above the ground or below the ground, survivor or martyr.
In the interest of transparency for the collective to consider is keeping the amendment, just altering its cliche mantra of a “right” to bear arms, to the “right” to freely murder.
That is what is being protected. The “right” to kill, injur, slaughter, maim, etc. It would close the gap between that dichotomous divide between doublethink and doublespeak to clearly communicate what society wants. An individual’s right to murder.
And why not? The government has the right to murder eliminate enemy and non enemy non combatants. De-populate an area and neutralize people. Administer lethal injection or detrimental voltage. All at the expense of taxpayers and evolution.
So much for being Pro-life. Ooopsie.
Besides, if one is not doing it for attention or suicide by cop. There is a 50 / 50 chance of not getting caught. Those are Las Vegas roulette odds of landing on red (blood on the hands) sorta getting away with it, or black (dried blood on the hands) getting caught.
In Germany, it is only a 10% chance. Chicago has a 70% odds in favor of never. Let me repeat that of never getting caught.
Think of the commerce it would free up, just by changing the language from euphemism to clearly accurate. People could buy flamethrowers, rocket launchers, grenades, etc, all in the name of their second amendment right to murder. Which has nothing to do with “self-defense.” Plus, it would add more jobs to the economy. One that would need more casket makers, grave diggers, and florists.
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
“Sniper”
“It is an early Monday morning.
The sun is becoming bright on the land.
No one is watching as he comes a walking.
Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands.
He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus.
He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs.
The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing,
The sound of the silence when no one was there.
I didn’t really know him.
He was kind of strange.
Always sort of sat there.
He never seemed to change.
He reached the catwalk. He put done his burden.
The four sided clock began to chime.
Seven AM, the day is beginning.
So much to do and so little time.
He looks at the city where no one had known him.
He looks at the sky where no one looks down.
He looks at his life and what it has shown him.
He looks for his shadow it cannot be found.
He was such a moody child, very hard to touch.
Even as a baby he never smiled too much. No no.No no.
You bug me, she said.
Your ugly, she said.
Please hug me, I said.
But she just sat there
With the same flat stare
That she saves for me alone
When I’m home.
When I’m home.
Take me home.
He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun,
He stacked up the cartridges along the wall.
He knew he would need them for his conversation.
If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all.
He said Listen you people I’ve got a question
You won’t pay attention but I’ll ask anyhow.
I found a way that will get me an answer.
Been waiting to ask you ’till now.
Right now !
Am I?
I am a lover whose never been kissed.
Am I?
I am a fighter whose not made a fist.
Am I?
If I’m alive then there’s so much I’ve missed.
How do I know I exist?
Are you listening to me?
Are you listening to me?
Am I?
The first words he spoke took the town by surprise.
One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye.
It blew her through the window wedged her against the door.
Reality poured from her face, staining the floor.
He was kind of creepy,
Sort of a dunce.
I met him at the corner bar.
I only dated the poor boy once,
That’s all. Just once, that was all.
Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car.
Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far.
The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades.
He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle.
In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed.
He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise.
Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy.
Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls,
Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls.
Thirty-seven people got his message so far.
Yes, he was reaching them right were they are.
They set up an assault team. They asked for volunteers.
They had to go and get him, that much was clear.
And the word spread about him on the radios and TV’s.
In appropriately sober tone they asked “Who can it be?”
He was a very dull boy, very taciturn.
Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn.
No no.No no.
They’re coming to get me, they don’t want to let me
Stay in the bright light too long.
It’s getting on noon now, it’s goin to be soon now.
But oh, what a wonderful sound!
Mama, won’t you nurse me?
Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness.
Mama, it’s getting worse for me.
Won’t you please make me warm and mindless?
Mama, yes you have cursed me.
I never will forgive you for your blindness.
I hate you!
The wires are all humming for me.
And I can hear them coming for me.
Soon they’ll be here, but there’s nothing to fear.
Not any more though they’ve blasted the door.
As the copter dropped the gas he shouted “Who cares?” .
They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs.
As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun,
With their final fusillade his answer had come.
Am I?
There is no way that you can hide me.
Am ?
Though you have put your fire inside me.
Am I ?
You’ve given me my answer can’t you see?
I was!
I am!
And now I will be
I will be”
– Harry Chapin
“Jeremy”
“At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
And the dead lay
In pools of maroon below
Daddy didn’t give attention
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn’t care
King Jeremy The Wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Clearly I remember
Pickin’ on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
But we unleashed a lion
Gnashed his teeth
And bit the recess lady’s breast
How could I forget
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurting
Dropped wide open
Just like the day
Oh, like the day I heard
Daddy didn’t give affection, no!
And the boy was something that mommy wouldn’t wear
King Jeremy The Wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Try to forget this (try to forget this)
Try to erase this (try to erase this)
From the blackboard
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in class today
(spoke in) (spoke in)
(spoke in) (spoke in)
(spoke in) (spoke in)”
– Pearl Jam
Ninety one (91) Indictments
Of alleged criminal behavior
Burning the rule of law in its wake
In a multi-tiered corrupt
(Money on the scale, a fallen blindfold that is strangling Lady Justice, raping* for amusement “Criminal” Justice System)
* raping : “an outrageous violation”
– M-W.com
There is an inordinate amount
Of willful ignorance to even recognize
That there is a fire or Firestarter
Veiled behind a wanton megalomaniac
With so much hyperbolic distraction
Nillionaires are willing to send monies
To an alleged billionaire for his legal defense
Upwards of 20 million dollars lately
Utilizing the latest indictment as a primer
To legally grift money from poor people
“Stopping tRump is a short-term solution.
The long-term solution, and it will be more difficult, is fixing the educational system that has created so many people ignorant enough to vote for tRump.”
– Andy Borowitz
Are 45’s followers so
Bereft of shame that
They buy into the hollow
Shell of celebrity as
Their savior of self
Whose only success is
Getting others to pay his bills
Or not pay at all
“I loves the poorly educated, I do well with the poorly educated.”
– Donald Trump
“Of course, he loves the poorly educated, and of course, he does well with the poorly educated.
How else do you explain, how a bragging narcissistic pathological billionaire, who is constantly telling you how much money he has, just throwing it in your face, ostentatious, I’m a billionaire, I’m worth billions. I have billions of dollars.”
//
And how else do you explain how a guy, a billionaire, is able to get people who are suffering financially…to..give..him..money.
Of course, he loves the poorly educated, a smart person wouldn’t do that.”
– David Cross
After he openly mocks
Them for their poverty
Would never allow them
On his golf courses
Or in his house or car
When their houses or cars
Placarded with “support” signage
Is only a minimal improvement
To the run down dilapidated
Crumbling structure or rusty
Automobiles held loosely together
With bailing wire and duck tape
Who are unwilling to make
Themselves great in the first place
But instead are willing to wait
Hope and cross their fingers
That magically their lives
Will instantly improve if he can
Occupy the white house and
Help wealthy business people again
So he can flaunt his wealth
Even if by ill gotten gains
In the fervent hope
That people……… will like him
“Working people have been fucked over so long in this country, those are the kind of decisions they’re left to make.”
– George Carlin
Had 45 smiled for his mugshot
He would not look so fucking guilty
.
I have an affinity
For infinity
Causing insanity
To my reality
Held back
Only by gravity
Infinity
Not exactly a water
Cooler conversation
Much easier to
Bitch about the “boss”
Or a crabby customer
Tumultuous traffic
Than to carry on a
Divine dialog
Perhaps, because
Heaven and Hell
Seem implausible
Just based on
Unidentifiable locations
And help from John Lennon to
“Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky”
That and a little
Cosmic introspection
By turning the Voyager’s camera
Back on ourselves to
Reveal “The Pale Blue Dot”
“The Pale Blue Dot is a photograph of Earth taken Feb. 14, 1990, by NASA’s Voyager 1 at a distance of 3.7 billion miles (6 billion kilometers) from the Sun.
The image inspired the title of scientist Carl Sagan’s book, “Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space,” in which he wrote: “Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us.”
https://solarsystem.nasa.gov/resources/536/voyager-1s-pale-blue-dot/
“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us.”
– Carl Sagan
Taken nearly a quarter of a century ago, seen as a colorful speck of dust, with even smaller more colorful specks riding on it.
Indoctrinated over nonexistent time to, “aimlessly and blindly believe, that all of this, is in the hands of some spooky, incompetent father figure who doesn’t give a shit” – George Carlin
We concern our selfs, our disparate and collective selves with the most mundane minutia of which is fundamentally useless towards any possible survivable evolution. In the abysmally empty vastness of space. In a singular galaxy, that seen from a distance of other splattershot and remote galaxies, looks like a speck of dust itself.
“Infinity is so big, that everything that has ever happened, on earth in the exact same order, down to………. that … pause has happened an infinite number of times, all through out the universe.
Everywhere in space, there is a you, making the same colossal f**king errors, that you’ve made your entire life.
So if anybody ever tells you, you can do better. Go, apparently not.”
That’s infinity.”
– Joe Rogan
One would think with that underlying awareness, we could all just get along. Fortify our chances of continuing the game we are playing. Certainly with an infinite amount of less hatred, fear and violence. To some other end than just recycling as a different speck of dust.
“The heaviest burden:
“What, if some day or night, a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you:
‘This life, as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh… must return to you—all in the same succession and sequence—even this spider and this moonlight between the trees and even this moment and I myself.
The eternal hourglass of existence is turned over again and again—and you with it, speck of dust!’
Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him:
‘You are a god, and never have I heard anything more divine!’ If this thought were to gain possession of you, it would change you as you are, or perhaps crush you.
The question in each and every thing, “do you want this once more and innumerable times more?” would lie upon your actions as the greatest weight.
Or how well disposed would you have to become to yourself and to life to crave nothing more fervently than this ultimate eternal confirmation and seal?”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
The rest of Imagine
“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…
//
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”
Like my affinity for infinity the quest goes on and on and on……
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
For things to be
The way they are
Save erratic beliefs
Deep indoctrinations
A stubborn willingness
To stay stagnant
Yet could we handle
Lifting the veil off of
The darkness of death
To maybe realize
We all make up
One consciousness
To experience
A subjective reality
In an infinite expanse
Lasting a moment
For no reason
“Just between the ice ages anyway
I want to talk, but I haven’t got too much to say
I don’t mean to be so nihilistic
Forgive me if I seem to be too realistic”
– Geddy Lee
“My Favorite Headache”
“One man standing on the plains of Abraham
Watching the damaged sunrise
One man standing near the edge of a quiet breakdown
I watch the sea, it helps to anchor me
I watch the sea, it helps to anchor me
Once you start hiding you keep on hiding
Till your paranoia calms down
Once you start watching, you keep on watching
Till you’re tied up and your spell bound
Just between the ice ages anyway
I want to talk, but I haven’t got too much to say
I don’t mean to be so nihilistic
Forgive me if I seem to be too realistic
Once you start running, you keep on running
Till your muscles start to break down
Once you start falling, you keep on falling
Till you hit the cold, cold ground
I watch TV – What do you want from me?
I watch TV – What do you want from me?
Just between the ice ages anyway
I want to talk, I haven’t got enough to say
I don’t mean to be so nihilistic
Forgive me if I seem to be too realistic
Once you start hiding you keep on hiding
Till you feel you’re safe and sound
Once you start watching, you keep on watching
Till you’re tied up and you’re spell bound
I watch the sea, it helps to anchor me
I watch the sea, I saw it on TV”
To think
We are all undergoing
A sense of humor test
And God
In this case
The Word Laughter
Is testing us, both
Individually and collectively
To realize
We are supposed to be filled
With (God) aka Laughter
That our surroundings
Practically demand it
Pssst. Look around
If you look
It is funny
Laughter (God)
Is throwing everything at us
To laugh at
Unfortunately we
The royal We
Are not laughing
So that, when and not if
We die and are still not laughing
We have to come back again
To pass the test
Going on to the next tests
Love and truth
“You have to find the funny in things, Our culture right now is on the brink of so many things, and one of those things is losing our sense of humor. We can laugh — it doesn’t mean we’re irreverent or don’t care.
We just need to laugh.”
– Tammy Pescatelli
Laughter (God)
Even sends us guides
For each generation
Milton Berle
Bob Hope
Don Rickles
Lenny Bruce
Joan Rivers
George Carlin
Richard Pryor
Eddie Murphy
Bill Hicks
Dave Chapelle
Bill Burr
Kathleen Madigan
Chris Rock
Louis Black
Louis CK
David Cross
Howard Stern
Robin Quivers
Doug Stanhope
Just to name
But a few
How many more
Masters of wit and wisdom
Saviors of silliness
Does Laughter have to send us
Till we see the light and find
Our sense of humor
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Where this should have stopped
Nope….
The bonus buffoon
We are supposed to all be
Laughing at and with is
None other than 45
Also known as
Society’s “straight” man
Individual one
Four times indicted
Social spectacle
Narcissistic nincompoop
(Ha! Made you say…..poop)
The funny thing is
His most fanatical followers
Are not laughing
Which means
The show will go on
Till we are all either
Guffawing
Chortling
Giggling
Smirking
Side splitting
Busting a gut
At the ridiculousness
Of the constant contradictions
Especially when 45 says
He is telling the truth*
Bwahahaha
Help, I can’t stop
(Arms smacking table, head bobbing uncontrollably)
Quick, take a commercial break…..please!!
*
When The Washington Post Fact Checker team first started cataloguing President Donald Trump’s false or misleading claims, we recorded 492 suspect claims in the first 100 days of his presidency. On Nov. 2 alone, the day before the 2020 vote, Trump made 503 false or misleading claims as he barnstormed across the country in a desperate effort to win reelection.
This astonishing jump in falsehoods is the story of Trump’s tumultuous reign. By the end of his term, Trump had accumulated 30,573 untruths during his presidency — averaging about 21 erroneous claims a day.
What is especially striking is how the tsunami of untruths kept rising the longer he served as president and became increasingly unmoored from the truth.
Trump averaged about six claims a day in his first year as president, 16 claims day in his second year, 22 claims day in this third year — and 39 claims a day in his final year. Put another way, it took him 27 months to reach 10,000 claims and an additional 14 months to reach 20,000. He then exceeded the 30,000 mark less than five months later.
– https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2021/01/24/trumps-false-or-misleading-claims-total-30573-over-four-years/
Instead of the focused distraction society is satiated with, a simple questionable characterization would put this to rest. If it was presented that 44 had done and was doing the same, would he have received or be receiving the same treatment?
My guess is….not.
But at least we could recognize we lost our sense of humor.
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
The Actual Jesus
A Master of Wisdom
The Prince of Peace
Son of a Jewish carpenter
Son of real unchaste mother
Not a composite
Caucasian character
Created to comfort
Blond and blue-eyed
English speaking Christians
Born in Bethlehem Isreal
When English wasn’t
Even an option
That is culturally
Chock-full of brown people
Was and still is……
Ooops, did I get sidetracked
What If Jesus Were Here
Going about his business
Feeding the hungry
Presumably, loaves and fishes
Healing the sick
Leading by example
Not through dictation
Do as I say, not as I do rhetoric
Then….
What if the media became aware
Which would be kinda “news”-“worthy”
First, would it be reported ??
News “cycles” are tricky
Could he compete with Teflon Don?
For how long?
After all, it would get boring real quick
To watch a teacher teach
If one already knew the lessons
Of generosity, kindness, and forgiveness
But was too distracted to apply them
It is much more important to pick sides
Point fingers and enjoy victimhood
Then pitch in to help, after all if
Jesus is here. Let him do it
Unfortunately, the first question would be
Can you still walk on water?
To which he would have to explain
That was a metaphor that got out of hand
By reporters Matthew, Mark and John
Going for hyperbole to sell more copies
Of their benign book of books
They should have ran it by Thomas
Who enjoyed a healthy dose of doubt
Would he get killed again?
Generosity, kindness, and forgiveness
Doesn’t exactly help any economy
Not at first, it wouldn’t
Which would be a tough transition
Share and not stingily save and store
If we learned how to sit on a bus* with strangers
Got to know them as ourselves
Experiencing similar realities
Subjectively differently, but still all as one
Which would reduce oil consumption… except
The oil / energy / resource dependent economy
Would no doubt surely collapse
Which is when we’d have to do
What Jesus would have already been doing
Feeding, helping, healing
ALL of our fellow space travelers
Not just the ones that looked like us
In order to truly survive and not some
Mad Max, apocalyptic kill or be killed fanciful scenario
That plays well in movies but not reality
*
“What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us?
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home?
If God had a face
What would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that
You would have to believe
In things like Heaven and in
Jesus and the saints
And all the prophets? And…”
– Joan Osborne
C’mon, *pusillanimous ex president
* “lacking courage and resolution
: marked by contemptible timidity. “
– M-W.com
Exercise your free speech
Inside the courtroom
Not on deceptive social
Where surely your base
Will witness your bravado
Outside of your version of
The ministry of truth
Besides what happened to
Your exoneration press conference
Did your (daddy) lawyers
Make the bully stop from WHAT?
Declaring your “provable” innocence
I’d fire them immediately……
I get it, I do, just like now
I am a brave dog on my own porch
However, I am not under indictment
For inciting an insurrection, keeping and
Concealing classified documents
Having made a perfect phone call
Requesting just enough votes in Georgia
To subvert, even a fake democracy
Nor have I remade any misogynistic remarks
For deep-seated underlying mommy issues
Failed at more businesses with bankruptcies
Had to repay $$ stolen from my own charity
Pay Hush money to a porn star
Relitigate a defamation case because
I can’t keep my mouth shut and still
Have more unresolved mommy issues
Paid 1.6 million dollars for tax evasion
How is it you have followers? Oh yeah,
Every sheep needs a shepherd
“The sheep will spend its entire life fearing the wolf,
Only to be eaten by the shepherd. “
– African Proverb
Looking at the world through a windshield. 