Syria, seriously?

finally

mr. hope & change has come

full circle,

come out to show his true colors,

to be the arm of the companies that got him where he is,

to sell the weapons, to fly the planes,

to try out the new toys in

Syria—

like the American people need

another

fucking

war—

like we need the few funds that we have left,

used to bomb the fuck out of another country

that will hate us &

spiral out of control,

echoing a domino effect of hatred across the region

as well as boosting up recruiting for all those groups

deemed

“terrorists” by this government of

“the land of the free” that

armed to the goddamned teeth,

cannot be stopped.

do not tell us,

you puppet hanging from strings,

that we are in control,

that “our representatives” are going to make a

decision

based on our interests—

we are an exhausted people,

wanting UNIVERSAL healthcare

which you will not give us,

rather throwing a pittance of bread crumbs at us

forcing us all to buy healthcare or pay a fucking

fine.

we are an exhausted people,

seeing more kids come out of college to get a job

that they could have got,

without going to college—

we are an exhausted people

who are sick of being talked to as if we have been

included

when it comes to any of this maniacal

action—

we KNOW that this is a practice run to

bomb & vaporize

IRAN!

we KNOW that this will never ever

STOP!

you act out of your own homicidal insanity,

mr. hope & change,

and not the will of any of those individuals

sick to death of the tyranny within these

borders.

coming attraction

president hope & change grows more corrupt to the

core,

as most figureheads do when they are fed a few more

years of

power &

with his hope & change comes

the new BRAIN Initiative,

whose puppet master,

the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA),

paints a pretty picture for the public,

saying that the Department of Defense will be able to

simply scan the brains of suspected terrorists,

instead of torturing them,

in order to get what information they want

so that we will all be

“protected.”

 

are you looking forward to having your own brain

scanned?

are you looking forward to being dragged in by the cops

who found you with the drones,

that will use the new brain scanning technology

that slid neath’ the public radar

with dreams of “curing brain disorders like autism,

epilepsy, traumatic brain injury, schizophrenia and

Alzheimer’s?”

 

to congress president hope & change goes,

to get the $100 million,

to get the ball rolling,

to ensure that as this empire continues to decline &

the gap between the rich & the poor continues to

grow,

that there will be yet another way to fuck with those

who haven’t got a thing—

to the podium he goes

to be a good lil’ puppet,

to do the bidding of those who paid his way,

just like he said he would.

 

(the thought police are coming)

the demonologist

think of the state of boredom

in which 45% of americans exist,

wherein they believe their lives are

exciting enough

to have “ghosts” visit them from

“beyond”…

 

understand that the demonologist

has read all the works of fiction &

uses them to “combat” the “specters”

that are conjured up in the heads of these

bored

bored

bored

americans.

 

just like in the MOVIE

created in HOLLYWOOD,

he rambles biblical nonsense

speaking of “jesus”

in order to

“exorcize” the

“demons.”

 

the power of “christ” compels you…

the power of “christ” compels you…

the power of “christ” compels you…

 

is there any coincidence that

these bored individuals have lived in the

SAME HOUSE

in the

SAME TOWN

working at the

SAME JOB

for decades?

 

might not these mighty mundane morons

be making something up in their heads

in order to convince themselves that

their lives are

interesting?

 

the demonologist plays the static sounds,

the “EVP’s”

that the believers think are voices from the

dead

&

he encourages them to spill their emotional blood

out on the table for him to

analyze & get back to them with his assessment.

 

they feel like they are a part of something,

they feel that finally someone is taking their insanity

seriously…

now,

with the lights down low &

the candles out,

the demonologist whispers to himself

“genius.”

remember the random acts

you will remember the random acts

of kindness

that have brushed your way,

when your way begins to wind down,

when the body begins to give up,

when exhaustion kicks in—

you will remember the random acts &

wonder why you didn’t do the same—

you’ll remember all the times that you

questioned your own motivations &

went the other way—

you’ll remember that you worried about this

or the other & then

turned away—

you’ll remember that there had been humans

that did more for you

than you have ever done for them &

you will remember that you’d been influenced

by reasons that all added up to

nothing.

 

it is the kindness that comes without a tag,

it is the kindness that comes without the attempt at

getting a gold star from someone, from something,

from somewhere,

it is Blanche’s

“kindness of strangers,”

which will be remembered

when you lay there on the deathbed—

no, it won’t be the relatives who

long for something after,

be it material, be it an end to the emotional weight that

you seem to have brought them,

be it the look in their faces that spin a thousand

lies,

which do not come with malice but a want to stop

the inevitable—

all that is instant

all that is permanence

coming in slow motion,

all this is expected &

it will not cloud the moments that another human cared for

you,

only for the sake of

doing so.

“the most famous man who ever lived”

hollow is the story of “jesus”—

hollow

like the stamp with which it was printed,

hollow as these other mythical hero

archetypes,

which all bear a supernatural birth,

which all bear the hunting of said hero

as an infant, with an exciting & dramatic

subsequent getaway,

which all bear the entertaining magic tricks during

the hero’s youth,

which all bear the blind adoration, devotion &

worship that follows

when he is seen as “divine,”

only to be betrayed, executed &

for that big fat finale…

RESURRECTION!

(which all christians want to happen for them as well,

be it secretly or not)

 

and then, of course,

our hollowman gets

made into a martyr

for which history is supposed to

weep & remember,

weep & remember,

weep & remember.

 

to say that “jesus” was a man,

to say that he lived at all, that his life was in any way

original or authentic,

is to say the same of Osiris, Hercules, Baal, Attis, Adonis

& Asclepius (to name a few)

were all real people…

all who mr. “jesus” bears just a little more than

coincidental

liking to.

 

still, over 40% of americans

believe that “he” is going to return within the next 40

years—

this of course has nothing at all to do with

the relative age of those asked &

what their lil’ dreams are of getting to be on the

planet when “he” does, right?

 

(throat clearing)

 

having created a character of fiction,

one which can be mentioned to be

“the most famous man who ever lived,”

seems a bit gratuitous, doesn’t it?

but then again, those who believe it

are the same who believe that there is a

place that they can go

when they are dead &

they will get all the gold stars that they’ve been

earning

all the years that they have been alive—

opportunists,

opportunists,

opportunists,

who will create a “history” in order to

provide themselves an

out—

all so they can sleep at night.

 

 

good ol’ backwards North Dakota

wouldn’t want to be a woman in

North Dakota,

cause’ choice just ain’t happenin’ there.

 

nah,

if you’re a woman who gets raped in good ol’

backwards

North Dakota,

since they just shut down the last abortion

clinic,

all those bible thumping,

christ screaming, pro-lifers,

will be telling you to give birth

to a constant memory of the man who

raped you,

because they fucking said so.

 

wouldn’t want to be a woman in

don’t-need-your-thumbs-to-live-here

North Dakota,

because i’d be unable to decide what to do with

my own goddamned body,

due to the fact that the

“heaven”

seeking

hillbillies

want me to kill my dreams of having a career

before settling down with a kid,

so they can feel like they did their

“god”
good.

 

wouldn’t want to be a woman in North Dakota,

unless i had enough money to get on the

quickest fucking train

out of there

& gee willikers,

doesn’t that just feel fucking dandy

in “the land of the free?”

christian drama week

forget the fact that the

“prophecies”

written in the “old testament”

just happen to be

“fulfilled”

in the “new testament,”

because the writers of the

“second book”

read the first one &

just created a character that

would follow suit,

like a badly written sequel

to a b-movie.

 

but for those who believe that

the fiction is true,

this week brings the

“betrayal!”

this week brings the “blood!”

this week brings the

“sacrifice!”

 

and the

DRAMA
DRAMA
DRAMA

that believers need

in order to cover up the fact that

they have no special meaning at all,

just like the rest of us,

it comes in with the little plants in their hands

on “palm sunday”

&

it leaves with the boiled colored eggs on

“easter.”

 

what would these desperate individuals be

without their drama?

what would they fill their mundane lives with

if they had no stories to believe?

what would they do if they had no second act to

run to?

what would they do

if they had to dwell in the nothingness with the rest of

us?

 

maybe, just maybe,

they’d stop trying to convert & make people believe

their story—

maybe, just maybe,

they’d stop trying to silence or kill those who don’t

believe their story,

maybe, just maybe,

they’d live for today &

take responsibility for their own lives.

big apple drones

so Bloomberg has no problem

with the coming of the

drones—

that’s right folks,

the mayor of your city

has no problem with invading your lives

to the point where

the swooping

electronic

birds

can come right down & seek you out,

so that the pigs can be

absolutely

everywhere at

absolutely

every

time.

 

happy to be in the city?

happy to be an american?

happy to be watched in this

“democracy”

like an ant under a

microscope?

 

feel like a criminal,

even if you aren’t?

 

let me ask you this—

does it make you feel like you should

give em’ something to watch?

has it gotten to that point yet?

 

it will.

Kim Kardashian’s weight

why

the

fuck

do

we

as

a

species

give

a

fuck

about

Kim

Kardashian’s

weight

while

pregnant?

 

why do we care about her fucking weight while she was

not with child?

 

why do we care about Kim fucking Kardashian at all?

 

she has been labeled a “socialite,”

she has been labeled a “television personality”—

um,

let’s just get down to it…

 

WOULD WE EVEN KNOW HER NAME

IF IT WASN’T FOR THE FACT THAT GUYS WANT
TO FUCK HER?

 

would we even know her name, if it wasn’t for her big

ass,

that much like Jennifer Lopez’s,

has been talked of as if it had a zip code of its own?

 

there had been rumors that Lopez got her ass insured,

because of its great worth…

there are rumors that Jennifer Love Hewitt is thinking about

getting her breasts insured…

 

this is the world we live in america,

this is what the empire does on the inside

while we beat other countries senseless &

force them to walk, talk & act like us on the

outside…

 

think of the time,

think of the effort,

think of the money,

think of the jobs involved,

all to get a picture of Kim Kardashian on the magazine cover,

on the website blurb,

on the television program…

just to talk of how much she weighs

while pregnant,

as if she had contributed

anything

at

all,

whatsoever,

to our advancement as a species,

besides being a goddamn doorknob…

and then in unison,

throw up.

Jodi’s happy handstand

Ms. Arias,

Ms. slashing throat,

Ms. stabbing-the-guy-27-times,

Ms. shooting-the-guy-in-the-fucking-head

after he was dead,

who got transformed for her trial,

from blond babe to

librarian (courtesy of her lawyer),

who has been lying through her teeth for

3 months now,

whose story has holes big enough to drive

a car through,

now can be seen on tape

doing a handstand in the interrogation room

on the day of her arrest…

she was singing &

she was regretting aloud that she should have

done her makeup &

yet, this is something that the jury isn’t allowed to

see.

 

if this killer gets off &

the jury sees see her interrogation video

which has been spread

all over the internet,

imagine being one of those jury members

who believed her lies & then

you see her doing a handstand…