This Old Man

A Foul Odor


Failure seems an only option.
Fail to the top,
Fail to the bottom.
Both sides (right and center) do it.
What's left is a shattered, crumbling wreck of fail.

No, more; no, More...
(No's plugs won't help.)
Mail fail and male fail,
Water wars and camp sites.
All around the world.

The proof of fail lies in the pudding,
Where monsters gleefully dwell.
Cynics ride the swell,
To the top of the shit pile.
A miasma of success.

Going Blind

As if you didn't know...

Magic Carpet Ride

Make no mark for me,
My dust will mingle with yours,
Just the same.

Fly no flags, half-mast or otherwise,
Tread on me and sing instead,

A passing flame.

Peace Train

For What it's Worth

At some future point retrospection will reveal the flaws of our nature. I don't expect it to happen any time soon, but the inevitable course of history will play out and the farce we live today will find its replacement in still greater farces and adventures. The coils of an homogenized society will constrict us and blunt our spirits until only a form of brutal survival remains. How did we get to this point? We only need to reflect upon our own parts (collectively and individually) in this "passion play" for the answer to this question.

Justice=Order
Liberty=Security
Freedom=Employment
Truth=Democracy

There is an anxiety that permeates within us that our pretenses will not let slip. In a culture based upon artificial wealth and its glorified and dominant entrenchment through the ages, we are consumed by our own dissonance and it is overwhelming. Technology will become the new religion for the masses and it will comfort us and submerge our doubts. Culture is but a growing museum piece as it becomes ravaged by markets and LLCs. We are the people we warned ourselves about.

Hope is the light that burns bright. It is both a blessing and a curse because of its power over us and the misuse of that power by those who know better. I hope you understand I did truly love you.

And When I Die

I believe this covers everything.

Kinda like accepting Jesus at the eleventh hour.

Wouldn't want to leave this place without setting the record straight.

One Tin Soldier

Five (three) cliches attributed to liberals by Jonah the Whaleberg, courtesy of the (fuck the) Washington Post.

Let me repeat that. Fuck the Washington Post.

I want to say first off, I am not a capital “L” liberal. That is a label, like Conservative, that has lost any semblance of meaning. I have thoughts and ideas that are distinctly liberal and not retrogressive, but I am  much more to the left of the left of the left (or what I call the center today.)

‘Diversity is strength'

Yeah, and “Divide and conquer.”'

'Violence never solved anything’

Yeah, and “Might makes right.”

'The living Constitution’

Yeah and “Corporations are people.”

Reducing ideals to bumper stickers is all well and good, but at the end of the day they are so much wasted paper and glue. I have come to realize that there are no redeeming, creative thought processes concealed within the "conservative" brain (and a lot of "progressive" heads as well.) It seems to me they are answering their own little voices (of how a group of people think) and making shit up as they go along. Empathy is not a strength amongst the status quo.

The damn Washington Post wants me to subscribe (so I can have my name and address peddled by their data-miners) in order to view the 3^rd page of this article (bucket of shit.) Did I say fuck the Washington Post. Well, fuck the Washington Post. 

How this inept apologist and anti-historian can make a living writing this swill (I know-nepotism and ignorance of or pandering to a select audience) would be laughable if not for the truly despicable nature of his thought process and the resulting harm it has and will cause. Is this some kind of wonderful or what?