Trump Torches WH Xmas Tree

MAYhem Admonishment

Praytell comes disturbing word from Tennyson’s “crannied wall”, as the Prime Minister of Abbey Road, Theresa May, has declared a “MAYhem” decree upon Donald John Trump for haphazardly establishing a “Hatefully Wrong” social order, or words to that effect further defined by the UK Parliament as an “Evil Racist Fascist Asshole”. What is wrong with the TRUTH, as the 45th MORON-in-Thief is all things considered, add also a pervert and you have the qualifications of, well the reason the Secretary-of-State Rex Tillerson calls his boss a “F$%&ing MORON”. I don’t know if the “F’n” fits the MO, but surely without doubt the “MORON” fits and 58% of intelligent Americans, “Approve of this Message”. I am beginning to believe that Donald’s “Twitter” is manipulated by Vladismear Putin, as it is “smear” tactics at its loneliest behavior. Anybody that “Tweets” like this Madman MORON, must suffer from loneliness and the way psychotic professionals are starting to claim fame in efforts to interpret his mental state demeanor, a definite case of psychosis, bombs away may be this year’s Oval Office gift from the White House. One gift fits all, how the rich cop out of sharing. But Trump owes his MORONism to what he learned when a cadet at the prestigious New York Military Academy, so successful an endeavor at shaping young minds to understand the philosophy of the well-known “Boundary Theory”, it ended up in Chapter 11. Not much is known about the “Secret Society” played out at this “Richey Rich Brat” academy, except the fact that one of the “mandatory” subjects learned by students was…drum roll please, “HAZING”! Proof in the Hasty Pudding? “NYMA had a long tradition of hazing. Without being specific about just what conduct that sport permitted, the official cadet regulation book mentioned that prestigious schools and societies encouraged the practice as a rite of entry into their privileged worlds.” Oh Zowy Wowy, what came first the chicken or the egg gag US with a Russian dildo?  And wait there’s more, from a former student and classmate of the MORON! “Hazing at NYMA reached its climax in my time on the 75th anniversary of the school’s founding in 1889, with a reporter from The New York Times attending. On the eve of that celebration, the cadet captain of the feared “E” Battery proceeded to punish one of his charges by flogging him repeatedly with a heavy metal chain. In the middle of the night, the cadet who had received the beating went AWOL. He escaped the school grounds and found his way to a hospital, which treated him and called his parents, who called the State Police. As a result, the adult staff, including the Commandant, the Dean and even the Superintendent, were forced to resign, effective immediately.” Sounds more in line at teaching innocent kids how to “Torture”! OK Cx3 conspiracy theory time. Cx3 Conspiracy? Contortionist-Castration-Complex. See, there is also another prestigious school for the rich and famous, it is called HARVARD. And even though the ritual of “Hazing” not part of the curriculum, that may have been substituted with “Murrying”, a form of mental abuse “experimenting” devised by a renowned professor with ties to the CIA – for work that promoted mind control abuse. Dr. Henry Murray was the “brainchild” behind this social abusive experiment. Now back in the early 60s, there was a student named “Lawful” that was part of Murray’s experiments. Soon after graduating from Harvard and then writing his thesis on that “Boundary Theory” for a PHD in mathematics, this abused student then went to hide in the woods as he could no longer face the scars of those experiments. His name was Ted Kaczynski. And during those experiments at 8 Prescott Street on the Harvard campus, there was another student-patient guinea-pig nicknamed “Trump”. OK, since the “Murray” experiments have been forever sealed, no one really knows who the “Trump” character was? But it appears from the psychotic behavior the MORON-in-Thief, it is a “Henry Murray” experiment before our very own eyes and ears. OK, just look at how the MORON-in-THIEF reacts to normal everyday activities – loss of contact with reality is routine, which stems from personality changes and disorder of thoughts along with unusual and bizarre behavior followed by difficulty with social interaction and impairment in carrying out daily life activities, like smiling. Praytell once again, as the “crannied wall” knows all, as we just compiled the definition of an individual under the influence of “PSYCHOSIS”. I am not a mental “Pot can’t call the kettle black” expert, but in this case “We the People” do not need a weatherman to tell which way the winds of destruction blow, and I feel it on the horizon heading our way! Kiss your ass goodbye, I never thought it would be so close a reality!

Gospel of John ∞

Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is, think about it
Woman is the nigger of the world
Think about it, do something about it
We make her paint her face and dance
If she won't be aslave, we say that she don't love us
If she's real, we say she's trying to be a man
While putting her down we pretend that she is above us
Woman is the nigger of the world, yes she is
If you don't believe me take a look to the one you're with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Ah yeah, better scream about it
We make her bear and raise our children
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen
We tell her home is the only place she should be
Then we complain that she's too unworldly to be our friend
Woman is the nigger of the world, yes she is
If you don't believe me take a look to the one you're with
Oh woman is the slave to the slaves
Yeah, alright
We insult her everyday on TV
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence
When she's young we kill her will to be free
While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb
Woman is the nigger of the world, yes she is
If you don't believe me take a look to the one you're with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yes she is, if you believe me, you better scream about it

We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance

For the other half of the sky
Woman, I can hardly express,
My mixed emotion at my thoughtlessness,
After all I'm forever in your debt,
And woman, I will try to express,
My inner feelings and thankfulness,
For showing me the meaning of success,
Ooh, well, well,
Ooh, well, well,
Woman, I know you understand
The little child inside the man,
Please remember my life is in your hands,
And, woman, hold me close to your heart,
However distant don't keep us apart,
After all it is written in the stars,
Ooh, well, well,
Ooh, well, well,
Woman, please let me explain,
I never meant to cause you sorrow or pain,
So let me tell you again and again and again,
I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever,
I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever,
I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever,
I love you (yeah, yeah).

Little Orphan Annie Surprise

So, the “Little Dick” continues to beg a stand-off with the “Limp Dick”. Who, What, When, Where and Why? First is easy on WHOsey: Kim Jong Hung-lo verses Viagra Donald and 2nd verse same as the…forget the rest, but like peas in a pod, MORONS in Masquerade. It is just a matter of time before the bough breaks and 1st Blood is launched. Now our arsenal of nuclear meltdown weapons is far superior then the “Little Dick’s” replica of a “Little Boy or Fat Man” infatuation. But what scares me most, is the “Poor Man” weapons that may have been already strategically deployed in America, sea to shining sea. Also known as a “Suitcase” weapon designed during the “Cold War” by the Nikita Khrushchev regime, small devices that could be easily smuggled across the border and armed to “blow” when a secret code is sent – like from a satellite or cell phone tower. According to reliable sources, the most sophisticated late-inning weapon following this “Suitcase” design was called the Маленькая сирота Энни, “Little Orphan Annie” in English. It was indeed a Daddy Warbuck’s experiment that was remodeled as an innocent looking “backpack” and were sold on the “Black Sea Market” when the Communist Party fell apart. These devices utilized a nuclear source that would metabolize over time, basically getting more and more powerful with respect to spewing out lethal doses of radiation, as a means to go undetected when for-hire “Terrorists” accompanied this distractionism entering this nation. These devices were undetectable by Geiger counter-encounters used by border, Port Authority and airport security personnel. Then when resting so innocently somewhere unknown for the past 40-years, radiation levels that are today somewhat alarming - if these devices performed according to design and schedule. But if placed in concrete columns of major city infrastructure during construction, or underwater on major artery bridge abutments, most likely well protected and “ready & willing” to cause havoc when so desired. It is estimated that 70 of these “Metabolism Bombs” were sold to “secret” buyers at the highest bids! And North Korea had the loot back then to confiscate these weapons of mass hysteria destruction. Look, When Kim Jong went ill and realized his son would take over as leader of North Korea, sure as shit there would come a confrontation if ever a bastard found his way into the White House, well maybe not a bonafide bastard but what’s worse is a MORON with his finger on the “Meltdown” trigger. There is a reason whereas in the past logically thinking U.S. Presidents held caution this “bough breaking”, basically leaving the “Little Dick” alone. No matter how stupid Dennis Rodman’s protégé, Hung-lo knows that when incoming missiles are heard on approach on the horizon, it is “kiss his lunatic ass goodbye”! It will mean “total destruction is the only solution” heard around the globe. So, if Donald Trump is Viagra aroused and deploys a “Conventional” 1st strike against the “Little Dick”, retaliation means the beginning of the end as a limited engagement with the “Orphans” never fit this nation’s military Generals strategy, the so-called “Reduction Model”, and that is wherein the “Poor Man” weapon could find major destruction here in the “Homeland”. Such an escalation and deployment of these devices doesn’t make much infrastructure destructive power, just a weapon that expels radiation and if used in and around our major metropolises, could be devastating as these limited engagement “dirty bombs” can cause havoc for years. Take 50-years at the lessor upon predictive side effects that makes for uninhabitable city life – this nation’s heartbeat. So, imagine an “Orphan” in NYC, then another in LA and yet another in…you get the point on who wins this WAR! Now surely in response we melt away North Korea into the likes of a glass pimple, but what if the Russians come to Hung-Lo’s aid? Look, Russia has but a single reason for being behind this “dirt”, to destroy our Democracy so it can bring Communism back to life, Soviet style “ism” - wherein women are abused…and an “Access Hollywood” attitude is the normalcy fact of life. Is it really 2018 at our doorstep? And like the “Little Orphan Annie” plans made long ago and so designed to attack a single entity, to wreck-havoc upon our “Life, Liberty and Pursuit of Happiness”, so is the “Putin Involvement” in our 2016 erection-election wherein we see the results of that interference. Only a “STOOL” could help Russia become once again the “Soviet Union” and we may soon see that “Putin Influence” as we live with the aftermath disgust of WAR, that which was avoidable. Yes, a sight of fright and right before our very own eyes and ears, as the leaking radiation from those imbedded weapons will make our cities appear as a “Leper Colony Gulag” with our neighbors, our children, our pets blistering from radiation abuse as we bury our dead in droves - those that didn’t make it. Said again, is it really 2018 at our doorstep? Take that back, will we see the New Year?

Fright Train, Trump Train

Note to Patriotic Proletariat Parents: This song suitable for pre-school sing-alongs and sung to the tune of Peter, Paul & Mary’s “Freight Train”, lyrics courtesy the “Lousy Hat Party”;

Fright train, Trump train, groanin’ like slobs.
Fright gang, Trump gang, just castrated hogs.
Please don't ‘llow that little man’s spade my way
So they don’t head rape my kin.
CHEW CHEW! MAGA MAGA! CHEW CHEW!

Trump train, fright train, wreck in its tracks.
Trump gang, fright gang, lame is the quack.
One day soon turn this alt-gangland around,
Gimme back ol’ Red, White with Blue!
EW CHEW! MAGA MAGGOT, EW CHEW!

Satania train, Trump train, moanin' like slobs.
Satan gang, Trumpmania gang, like bumps on a log.
Please don't ‘llow that insane train my way
So they can’t fake news their shame.
CHEW CHEW! MAGA MORON, CHEW CHEW!

One more thing I'd like to see,
One more place I'd want to be,
To watch the bastards pain chained away
As they board that Contrain with life.

Fright train, Trump train, groanin’ like slobs,
Fright gang, Trump gang, just castrated hogs.
Dear Mis’ Liberty bury me deep in peace,
At the tomb on Beach Haven Street.
CHEW CHEW! MAGA MAGA! CHEW CHEW!

Trump train, fright train, wreck in its tracks,
Trump gang, fright gang, lame any respect.
Buried deep, can’t hear ol’ Man Fred’s lying line,
Swine son Knee-Knock-Knuckles’ the blind.
EW CHEW! MAGA MAGGOT, EW CHEW!

Satania train, Trump train, moanin' like slobs,
Satan gang, Stumpmania gang, dumb Trump on a log.
Woody and Heather will soon halt his disgrace.
Salt-of-this-earth will then rule our race.
CHEW CHEW! MAGA MORON, CHEW CHEW!

Fright train, fright train not so fast!
Trump gang, Trump gang, will not last!
Conductor Vladismear couldn’t detour our Torch,
And the “golden shower” quenched Trump’s thirst.
CHEW CHEW, TOWER STOOL, CHEW CHEW!

PATRIOTISM - 11/28/2017

Net Neutrality = Neutering

All this stuffing suffering upon “Net Neutrality” soon to come, that which may promote delays in fingertip like exchanges from the comfort of one’s home wherein the wealthy will have privilege over “Who’s on First” when traveling along the data highway? It appears to be on par, more or less, nothing Shylock a “Net Neutering” scare! See, the wealthy need faster access to their bank accounts from their armory like compounds to fund the offshoreness, so thus can continue their pillaging upon the U.S. Treasury. They must stay ahead of the auditor and lawman, so stealth like speed is essential to this theft. See, us common working folk can only transfer $10000 bucks per gamble, the rich do not have such limitations the banks they do business with. Wealth hoarding is the number-one Capital crime punishable sin of our times - yet the 1% are not running scared, or are they? Paranoia rings their bell - it just be a matter of time soon wherein they will be begging for forgiveness with that golden tooth decay. Now first and foremost, I am not a liberal and must get that front and center your attention because of my defense this “Net Neutrality Neutering”. And at the same time, do not want to be associated with the “blowhards”, that’s the GOP that went undercover to bed with Putin and tainted the election like an Access Hollywood erection on Viagra. Did you ever see the results of the tortoise and the hare affair when the turtle is under the influence of erectile dysfunction medication? THEREFORE, in consideration of the promises and the mutual covenants set forth herein and for other good and valuable consideration, the response and sufficiency of which are hereby acknowledged, the parties hereto convene and agree as follows: “He's playing the American public for suckers. He gets a free ride to the White House and all we get is a lousy hat.” This today my motto of choice and I have a preference as a “Proletariat”, so goes my interest in Bernie. And yes, Hillary Clinton would have been just as sad as the MORON, thank you Jane Spofford for this “Witches of Eastwick” revelation. Yes, we now have before US the definition of “Neutered” in the 45^th Moron of the United States, a.k.a. Time magazine’s MANIAC of the year, which is paramount an understanding of this “Net Neutrality”. That said, in nutshell the present “State of the Union” today finds on one side it was the cause & effect from the Russian interference and on the other side of the isle, sexual perversion, that which started with Submerge-Cigargate. Look, America will never be the same after the 2016 race, get over it and best begin to hail Barack Obama as the last “Great” man to hold that office with dignity. Who in hell wants to take up residency in the White House after the MORON places the finishing touches on the Golden Arches? Who in hell wants to think about being next-in-line to set up shop in the “Oval Office”, as that Golden Shower may reek from the leakers? And you thought cum stains were everlasting! Since the Sad Sack election, my goal remains the Founding Father of the “Lousy Hat Society”, made so this interest through an historical comment made by Mitt Romney following the Russian’s voting in Donald John Trump as the GOP presidential candidate. Remember Mitt’s famous last words, as the “Lousy Hat” thing is today our reality. Now to the gusto, why is every damn liberal having a tizzy like tissy-fit over any ruling by the FCC that will curb our appetite to be linked to the outside world through “Tubes”? Yes Tubes. See the late honorable Senator Ted Stevens – a great Congressional statesmen from Alaska that was “Assassinated” because he was about to blow the whistle on “Beltway” corruption – he gave Congress a briefing on how the modern-day marvel of networking brings filth to one’s home screen within seconds, as the porn works its way through “Tubes” like that used in sausage making – fill it up to the bursting point and hope the intestines survive the stuffing massacre. Anyway, it is the day after the day after the day after Thanksgiving, and for the past three-days in a row I have lived peacefully with a deactivated cell phone, wow human remains again.  We have become addicted to this hi-tech worthlessness, as it wastes time and allows everybody that 2-seconds claim to shame the “Hatred Hall of Fame”, again and again and again. I am amazed at those that continue to respond to the MORON, just get over it as the Mar-a-Lago Maggot cannot read anything that signals an intellect! In all honesty, isn’t it about face time to sell Camp David? I understand “mold” is taking over. I am sure Putin would take over the lease. But the recoiling and whiplash effect of social media bashing at our fingertips, it is a social disease of unimaginable proportion and growing leaps and bounds, that which finds no interest in advancing mankind – that “Giant Leap” equates to 7-steps backwards today. It is like a cancer, but instead of attacking our physical morale, devastating our mental attitudes towards one and another - that “Brother & Sisterly” love vanishes with that lack of intelligence “send” asphyxiation. So, for my peace and quiet, 3-days away from everything but family pleasures with the air-plane mode on for the entire flight – and I didn’t even have to purchase a ticket or work my way through the TSA. See, I received a cell-phone jammer from Israel, a gift from Beany and the Jets. It works wonders when activated, as nobody’s social media gadget worked including the neighbors – so I was a good Samaritan citizen! I never saw so many happy go-lucky fellow Americans – when they finally realized it was nice being disconnected away from the “Tube” for a change. Just 72-hours out of the year, or by Phineas J. Whoopee’s calculation, a measly 8-cents on the dollar the value of my time! I might try this nuclear option again at Christmas, as we all need a break away from this dreaded disease, as it definitely means “playing those mind games forever”. And after peace & quiet, when I finally turned on the news to see if Donald Trump had choked on a turkey bone, the Presidential White House Press Corp was in serious arguments with the Sarah “Train-wreck” Sanders on whether or not she posted a picture of a “Fake” pecan pie she supposedly baked on Thanksgiving! This was a gun-fight, not just some Holiday fun, all over a piece of pie! My grandkid learns a song at preschool, it is called “Let it Go”! Since, we have been on-call 24/7 this fascination with being connected, wherein we are compelled to respond something for nothing, we cannot let it go this addiction. Said again, it serves no useful purpose when it allows us the ease and convenience to violate that “Don’t Tread On Me”! It brings out the “yaller-streak a-runnin’ down his back” COWARD in us all! And let’s look at the show and tell statistics since this social media disgrace was made possible by cell-phone addictions, well fender-bender accidents up 500% per year ever since this technology was introduced. Stalking incidents up 2000%, as this technology knocks on our doors from far and away with the same effect as direct confrontations. The list goes on, it is about time the FCC places a time-out on this madness. OK, the “Net Neutrality” has nothing to do with policing this addiction, it is an attempt at privileging the wealthy with a larger percent of the available bandwidth of the “Tube”, which means faster NOTHING! But if the end result is successful in taking away that bashing of one and another…it is not freedom of speech our attacks upon each another and must be quarantined! But in all reality, there is a reason to support this “Net Neutrality”, as in about 8-weeks time Donald John Trump will be delivering his 1^st “State of the Union” address to Congress, wherein most of the American voters will be tuned in for some first-quarter laughs and so far, it will be nothing shy a “State of the Eunuch” handoff from the jerkoff and “We the People” will be better off not having Access Hollywood this event, as we have already been neutered by the filthy rich.  And even though Mitt wants you to think a “Lousy Hat” was all he received from an election infiltrated by Russian spies, for most of us that hat was loaded up with cesspool overflow. So, Dear FCC, hurry up and neuter this beast. And then maybe we can become more civil and get away from calling out the MORON, as a Eunuch seems to be more appropriate a name calling who is using that “Golden Shower” at our expense! I rest my case – Airplane Mode forever…

Knee Deep in...

It is time for a truce…so I propose the following as this nation’s new and improved anthem in salute of Patriotism and what the Founding Fathers were afraid to admit:

Talking Union

Now, if you want higher wages let me tell you what to do
You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you.
You got to build you a union, got to make it strong,
But if you all stick together, boys, it won't be long.
You get shorter hours, better working conditions,
Vacations with pay. Take your kids to the seashore.

It ain't quite this simple, so I better explain
Just why you got to ride on the union train.
'Cause if you wait for the boss to raise your pay,
We'll all be a-waitin' 'til Judgment Day.
We'll all be buried, gone to heaven,
St. Peter'll be the straw boss then.

Now you know you're underpaid but the boss says you ain't;
He speeds up the work 'til you're 'bout to faint.
You may be down and out, but you ain't beaten,
You can pass out a leaflet and call a meetin'.
Talk it over, speak your mind,
Decide to do somethin' about it.

Course, the boss may persuade some poor damn fool
To go to your meetin' and act like a stool.
But you can always tell a stool, though, that's a fact,
He's got a yaller streak a-runnin' down his back.
He doesn't have to stool, he'll always get along
On what he takes out of blind men's cups.

You got a union now, and you're sittin' pretty,
Put some of the boys on the steering committee.
The boss won't listen when one guy squawks,
But he's got to listen when the union talks.
He'd better, be mighty lonely
Everybody decide to walk out on him.

Suppose they're working you so hard it's just outrageous
And they're paying you all starvation wages.
You go to the boss and the boss would yell,
"Before I raise your pay I'd see you all in hell."
Well, he's puffing a big seegar, feeling mighty slick
'Cause he thinks he's got your union licked.
Well, he looks out the window and what does he see
But a thousand pickets, and they all agree:
He's a bastard, unfair, slavedriver,
Bet he beats his wife!

Now, boys, you've come to the hardest time.
The boss will try to bust your picket line.
He'll call out the police, the National Guard,
They'll tell you it's a crime to have a union card.
They'll raid your meetin', they'll hit you on the head,
They'll call every one of you a goddam red,
Unpatriotic, Japanese spies, sabotaging national defense!

But out at Ford, here's what they found,
And out at Vultee, here's what they found,
And out at Allis-Chalmers, here's what they found,
And down at Bethlehem, here's what they found:
That if you don't let red-baiting break you up,
And if you don't let stoolpigeons break you up,
And if you don't let vigilantes break you up,
And if you don't let race hatred break you up,
You'll win. What I mean, take it easy, but take it!

Songwriters: Peter Seeger / Lee Hays / Millard Lampell

Talking Union lyrics © The Bicycle Music Company

Fava Beans

This is how I feel, sick, as the MORON just broke the silence. After almost 24-hours wherein nothing was broadcast from Mar-a-Lago – and we all thought our wish had come true, that Trump choked on the Pilgrim Day “wishbone”, or a Russian dildo.

Flowers picked for Mrs. Trump?

De nigger woman is de mule…

Please read on, and NO CAUTION necessary. First off, Happy Holiday AMERICA, may be the last Pilgrim day for…My America, “where are you now don’t you care about your sons and daughters”? Steppenwolf stepping-in!  Wow, according to the Giddy-Up Gallop poll, 55% of American Patriots wish for Donald John Trump to choke on the “wishbone” while Jersey-rigging the U.S. Constitution when dining down at the Mar-a-Lasso Regression Thanksgiving gathering, funded by the U.S. Taxpayers – at exuberant cash-out from my taxable income for like nothing in return! “Jersey-rigging”? Chris Christie style corruption, 400-pounds of political filth in a 100-pound bag. Continuing forward this broadcast, Simple Simon math equates then to 36% in disbelief they are anti-American for voting in a Russian made MORON mole and the remaining 9% in agreement it is OK for Melanomia to beat the Maggot Moron over the head with a Russian dildo – that gift from Vladismear. If the latter is recorded, it will be the ultimate in Access Hollywood Douche-baggage and “You’re Dicked” will befriend “You’re Fired”! In continuity, we were in a “dire straits” need of a major correction course this nation’s destiny, and we can thank the MORON for prioritizing the challenge – he is part of the overall “rich verses US proletariat” problem so it is a self-inflicted retardation of the firing order – ignition timing is way off the mark the present day leadership! In fact, replace the “leader” with an EXXON Valdez “Hard Aground”! He lit the fuse of this correction with his Disgrace Hollywood presidential campaign promises – that being "De nigger woman is de mule uh de world so fur as Ah can see." There are times wherein the “n” word is by choice and appropriate to facilitate getting the point across upon an unruly social climate, herein my message. That highlighted line with emphasis “De nigger” is from the Zora Neale Hurston novel titled “Their Eyes Were Watching God”, published in 1937 upon the racial climates common of the 1900s from sea to shining sea ‘Tis My Country under sledge-hammer siege by a white supremacy movement. What have we learned in the last 100-years? A Big Nothing! And NOVA magazine, an intellectual women’s treatise during the 60s through 70s confrontational days wherein we had the gusto to make a change and stay our “Rights”, it published an interview in 1969 with Oh Yoko, Oh Yoko. “In the middle of a dream. In the middle of a dream I call your name, Oh Yoko, Oh…”, about this “De nigger woman is de mule…” sentiment affecting women in all walks of life. That interview in-turn found John “hot potato” role playing with the proverbial and sacred “n” word away from Jim Crowed KKK influence and emphasizing the plight of women, as it was despicable how we treated the child bearers of our continued existence upon this utopian “earth”. It is a beautiful place except for the “hatred”. But abuse upon the female, it was a world-wide problem yesterday, today and cannot we get it right for the “tomorrow”? “There is a season…and a time to every purpose, under heaven”. This was John’s calling time, but a time wherein John and Oh Yoko found a lot of flak, with the lyrics of “Woman is the nigger of the world, yes she is, think about it” published later on in his career as a gifted musician and prophet. There was nothing really to defend, as that “n” fit the times - it was front and center abuse – which came to be known as sexual harassment. There is just a single two-sided coin in the human gene cesspool – male and female. It is the year Two-thousand and Seventeen and we men treat our opposite like…it is pathetic. We still rape, still hate, still harass, still enslave - we are not modern man by any stretch of the imagination when it comes to “sisterly love”. Sure as hell-to-high-water we can place a man on the moon, grow crops to feed 8-billion daily and yet we cannot find the decency to treat fairly our female companions? That is why John coined this song,  a prophesy and if he were still with us, this would be his word today, front and center the barrage of women abuse that is…well sickening away all the good that has been accomplished, a death-grip like the “Black Plague”. So instead of Alice’s Restaurant my favorite historical for this day of Thanks, for the “Woman”:

Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is, think about it
Woman is the nigger of the world
Think about it, do something about it

We make her paint her face and dance
If she won't be aslave, we say that she don't love us
If she's real, we say she's trying to be a man
While putting her down we pretend that she is above us
Woman is the nigger of the world, yes she is
If you don't believe me take a look to the one you're with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Ah yeah, better scream about it
We make her bear and raise our children
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen
We tell her home is the only place she should be
Then we complain that she's too unworldly to be our friend
Woman is the nigger of the world, yes she is
If you don't believe me take a look to the one you're with
Oh woman is the slave to the slaves
Yeah, alright

We insult her everyday on TV
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence
When she's young we kill her will to be free
While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb
Woman is the nigger of the world, yes she is
If you don't believe me take a look to the one you're with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yes she is, if you believe me, you better scream about it

We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance

Songwriters: John Lennon / Yoko Ono/Woman Is the Nigger of the World lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

Levon "Walnuthead" Pancetta

I am glad that someone has come to Bill Clinton’s defense, over the Monica Lewinsky “Cum Stains the Oval Office” affair and will arrest once again the deep probing cigar fantasies of the 42^nd U.S. President. Did you realize that when George & Laura Bush took up residency in the White House that the entire “Oval” was raised and rebuilt, there existed fallout of Bill’s “I did not have sleaze with that…” Anyway, with all the other sleazy sexcapades floating around like endless “floaters” upon a bipartisan beltway cesspool on overflow, Mr. Walnuthead came to Bill’s defense…BRAVO Levon Pancetta, with encouraging words to the effect that “Bill had suffered enough”! Wow, so comforting these words of sympathy from a Bill jock strap that reeks of decaying “fromunder” mold…sympathy for the devil on Viagra. And this will set precedence, that those in power find the magic of the pardoning wand for fooling around with interns. Which is in effect double-jeopardy upon the victims, which is against the law of this land in a thing called the U.S. Constitution. Bill knew he had been unfaithful to Hillary and disgusted that office when word got out about the affair between Monica and Bill’s cigars. That was his out, as it was not a direct engagement and being a seasoned lawyer, he used the 3^rd party assumption of guilt to claim his innocence. No fingerprints! I think Bill recovered away from his bad behavior over-indulgence habits, though therapy, by the world’s best known subject matter expert Jerry Epstein. See, following the “Impeachment” of Bill, he was under supervision the pontiff of the “Lolita Express”. It meant therapy sessions far and away, at remote places away from any sexual misconduct. Sure, Jerry is a registered pedophile pervert, but that means he knows his business and can help others. So I am glad that Bill hooked up with Epstein. Now even though many did not vote for Hillary as we could not stand the fact Bill was about to re-enter the White House had…and we ended up with Donald John Trump. But let us remember what the MORON’s pre-inaugural speech taught us about infidelity: "I moved on her, I did try and fuck her, she was married…Melania said this was okay." So thanks Levon, for coming to Bill’s defense and clearing the record. My new book: The Pervert Circus Jerk! Wow, I just got hit in the head with a walnut, maybe Jerry can help, nutcase therapy seems to work wonders. Damn, Madman Charles Manson is ready for that 6-feet under parade. Madmen come and madmen go, madman across the water and Donald John Trump…well that “Trump” in “Trumped” finds meaning. Hey, there was a guy named “Trump” in Henry Murray’s “Needs” experiment performed during the 60s at Harvard. There was also a guy named “Lawful” and that turned out to be Ted Kaczynski, which is testament that the White House is today but a lunatic asylum wherein…what you mean the Moron choked on a turkey bone? That would be grounds for celebration and talk about a Christmas present, WOW! May you have a very merry Christmas, may all your dreams come true…buy my book!

Introduction by Elton John, my new book: “The Pervert Circus Jerk”

"Madman Across The Water"

I can see very well
There's a boat on the reef with a broken back
And I can see it very well
There's a joke and I know it very well
It's one of those that I told you long ago
Take my word I'm a madman don't you know

Once a fool had a good part in the play
If it's so would I still be here today
It's quite peculiar in a funny sort of way
They think it's very funny everything I say
Get a load of him, he's so insane
You better get your coat dear
It looks like rain

We'll come again next Thursday afternoon
The In-laws hope they'll see you very soon
But is it in your conscience that you're after
Another glimpse of the madman across the water

I can see very well
There's a boat on the reef with a broken back
And I can see it very well
There's a joke and I know it very well
It's one of those that I told you long ago
Take my word I'm a madman don't you know

The ground's a long way down but I need more
Is the nightmare black
or are the windows painted
Will they come again next week
Can my mind really take it

Crappy Way to Begin Holiday!

Just In: Charles “Helter Skelter” Manson is dead! Ding Dong the “no name Maddox” is dead, Ding Dong this wicked man is dead! Too bad, as the “cult-man” was so promising as one of the new-age enlistees for Donald John Trump’s “Make America Great Again” military revival! See, the entire military is being revamped, new recruiting offices are opening up from sea to shining sea as the Pentagon is going along with the White House’s new plan to fill the ranks of the troops-in-boots. So there comes now new qualifiers for those wanting to serve their country. Gone are the days of able-bodied and able-minded, as just last week the unannounced policy enacted to facilitate this new-age Make America Great Again plan of attack, it allows those with mental disorders(a.k.a. patients from the psycho wards the likes of a Ladd Lunatic Asylum), along with inductees with a history of “self-mutilation” or bipolar disorder depression or drug and alcohol abuse – well these patients can now seek waivers to join the military. Yes indeed, and all under the MORON’s watchtower, accordingly individuals once banned from military service can now volunteer, as soldiers are not showing up at the recruitment stations in efforts to keep the troop count up to par. Draft time again? NO, enlist a psycho army as we have a psycho presidency, the lingering side effects of “Heel Spurs”. It goes hand-in-hand, new recruiting strategies and a FUCKING MORON at the helm! So yes, we are heading towards a Charles Manson psycho-mania-maniac military extravaganza. OK, maybe Manson was too old, but right up the alley as a drill instructor this new-age “Grab them by the pussy” mentality. A renowned university performed a test with volunteer female students, those that were virgins. They were tested while resting in a state of tranquility, then when all was peaceful restrained to listen in on Donald John Trump’s “treatise” on women as follows: "I moved on her, I did try and fuck her, she was married. I moved on her very heavily in fact I took her out furniture shopping. She wanted to get some furniture. I said I'll show you where they have some nice furniture. I moved on her like a bitch. I couldn't get there and she was married. Then all-of-a-sudden I see her, she's now got the big phony tits and everything. She's totally changed her look. Whoah. Yes. Whoah. Look at you. You are a pussy. Maybe it's a different one. Yeah that's her with the gold. I better use some Tic Tacs just in case I start kissing her. You know I'm automatically attracted to beautiful... I just start kissing them. It's like a magnet. Just kiss. I don't even wait. And when you're a star they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything. It looks good. Oh nice legs huh. It's always good if you don't fall out of the bus. Like Ford, Gerald Ford, remember? We're ready. Let's go. Make me a soap star. Absolutely. Melania said this was okay." John Lennon was right, as with a guy like Trump, “Woman is the nigger of the world” still! But IMAGINE this, Trump could have pardoned Manson, and fit-for-duty as an ARMY man!

The NRA & Russian Connection

I’m a pack rat – save everything, especially when it comes to e-mails since time immemorial my correspondences. Which came in handy just the other day, as something was fishy. See, I was signing up for some retirement medical stuff and thought I was on the correct DOTCOM, but in reality had stopped for a stagecoach break at a different site. Yes, for some reason maybe the IPA on hop-along overload, I was directed without knowledge to the membership page for the National Rifle Association. Now I keep my computer loaded, with information like name with rank to serial number for ease of not worrying about some password dreamed up when I was drunk many moons ago. So, trigger finger allows quick fill-in-the-blanks. Anyway, when I hit the send button and not realizing I was signing up to become a bonafide member of the gun club, I received an “Error Warning” that my e-mail, home address and phone number were already reserved for another member? And that is when it hit, as I remembered an e-mail received some years ago wherein some Russian sounding Kaspersky whore-name surname wanted to use my maildrop and other essential rendezvous meeting place data to become a member of the guns right movement. See, even though the NRA allows foreigners to join in the fun of protecting the 2^nd Amendment Right to righteously live in fear, with a genuine American address it means $10-bucks in savings. I guess just opening that e-mail allowed the Russian spies to hack my identification – to sign on as a member of the NRA with some of my credentials, a non-threatening hack! That is it, the only hack attack I have been subject to for many hours, days and years linked in to the “Tube” – as ex-Senator Ted Stevens defined our thirst to be somewhere other than the comforts of our own homes with a simple click. That’s right, a Russian whore using my P.O. to become a member of Wayne LaPierre’s brigade of AK-47 yielding idiots. So, has the National Rifle Association been the subject of PUTINFORNICATOMICS? It means getting fucked by Vladismear Putin. WE the PEOPLE hate Russians! So, when that rogue-rouge government decided to meddle in our business, to grope the U.S. Constitution like Donald Trump talks about “grabbing them by the pussy”, we must find out just how deep this anal dipping invasion affair went, and it started way before the Mike Flynn’s became instrumental in patriotic sabotage. The Russians planned this infiltration with precision, as it was and remains a WAR. In efforts for this take-over to work so well, the military mission had to establish covert bases, or in other words with the remote hi-tech eavesdropping of new-age warfare, deploy and establish a presence in things important – like the National Rifle Association. See, that organization allows for “Foreign Investment” and provides privacy beyond reach. Members are not screened, anybody can become a member with a few simple clicks and a credit card. This is a powerful organization that has above and beyond the know-how to sway many voters, as with the crutch of the 2^nd Amendment, it resonates the goal. What they don’t want you to know, the fact that America’s iconic National Rifle Association may have been infiltrated by “Fake” memberships associated with Vladismear Putin, in efforts to boost the membership by millions. It is estimated that the rank and file of the NRA increased when Obama was sworn in back in 2009, but that spike in membership was consistent with how this nation views the “Back of the Bus”. But since that time, wherein under the Obama administration the 2^nd Amendment saw very minor restrictions, the membership in the NRA as seen an increase in membership consistent with what we know about, well with respect to when and where the Russian government started infiltrating this nation in efforts to sway the 2016 election. Sure the NRA was a prime target of the Russians. Vladimir is a member, but you will never get Wayne LaPierre to admit it. The NRA collects $millions$ in membership dues and contributions, wherein a trace of that loot more difficult than any “offshore” hide-out. So, let me take a poke at what my Phineas J. Whoopee algorithm mathematically correlates and calculates of how this All-American organization is now under “Russian” influence. I will wager that 6-million members are under the influence of Vladismear Putin. Which means through membership fees and political clout contributions, that easily affords LaPierre’s raiders a Daddy Warbuck’s political war-chest of $350-Million to support, well Donald John Trump election. Russians here, Russians there, Russians everywhere and when an iconic organization like the NRA looked at its goals without watching out who was supporting such goals – we have been hoodwinked, groped, raped and Putin laughs at US each and every damn day since November 8^th. Turning back? We must get even, and that is a tough call and even by having a Mueller FBI investigation that will find corruption and Americans may receive jail time through this Russian connection that swayed or helped turn an election against the righteousness of a democratic election process – Putin continues to laugh as this is just more chaos eroding away our 200-plus years as a freedom fighter against Russian style Communism. And the NRA helped Putin’s wet dream come true. Sad Sack America! Now you know what PUTINFORNICATOMICS is all about. And instead of becoming friends with the Putin oligarchy, we must declare WAR that which sends the message we will defend our democracy, even if today so weakened by our own will that which demonstrates we were infiltrated by a “Golden Shower” because we as a nation are so divided. It is dangerous, what we stand for today. Then again, until such time organizations like LaPierre’s NRA admits that Putin was successful in infiltrating our liberty, the seriousness remains hidden and this is the definition of an Un-Patriotic practice and treason follows those that continue to hide behind the U.S. Constitution as a scapegoatease, that their ambitions where Patriotic and Putin so agrees!

Trump Summons Militia

Hey ye hear ye, comes now the silent call for all able-bodied men and women of the Militia to come to the aid of the MORON. And why this SOS from the Tower Maggot? The Chief Commander of the U.S. Strategic Nuclear Command who has his finger on the nuclear holocaust trigger, 4-Star General John Hyten has spoken out with unabated military might that he would push back against an order from the siting 45^th President of the United States, Donald John Trump, for engaging a nuclear strike if it were "illegal". What definition defines the latter, this “illegal” element? It sounds like a very broad “Timeout” wherein once upon a time it was the time-honored decision of one individual, it now finds a referee and possible descension with desertion the wishes of the presiding President any meltdown dreams. This is not good, as it will set precedence. Never has the “Top Brass” had to intervene the power of the presidency, and finds a consensus amongst our military engagement experts that Trump is somewhat “Unfit” for holding the office. Basically speaking with authority, Daddy Warbuck’s just took Donald’s car keys away from him, and it is porn prom weekend! This is the beginning of a crack in the dam, a military coup d’état in action. See, Donald’s secret war-chest suitcase also known as the “Nuclear Football” and within reach 24/7, it now has a new addition called a chastity belt, just in case the “Little Man” pisses the MORON off and instead of a “Twitter” sent in an early morning rage it is the other option pushed – total annihilation! BRAVO Mr. Hyten and the Joint Chiefs of Staff this chastity belt. Some may disagree, as when the Commander-in-Chief is publicly warned, publicly HUMILIATED his options upon a sworn “oath” to protect this nation, dire straits await our nation’s historical fate. Yes, military options being swindled away from Mr. President, like “groping women without consent” and this is wherein the “Militia” starts to find its Constitutional obligation front and center of attention and that movement should be flocking in droves to the nearest battalion headquarters. Take away Donald’s nukes, what will be next, maybe his military? So, what does Trump have at his disposal to ward off an attack against this nation’s sovereignty? He has a NAVY with Seals killing ARMY Green Berets in the field of combat; he has an AIR FORCE engaged in SEXcapades upon the high skies; he has a dysfunctional NAVY with ships that are constantly off-course upon the high seas along with a Semper Fidelis that still “can’t stand the truth” about GTMO. But not to worry, as just last week the White House signed off on the Pentagon’s unannounced policy enacted in August, a new-age Make America Great Again plan to allow those with mental disorders(a.k.a. patients from the psycho wards the likes of a Ladd Lunatic Asylum), along with inductees with a history of “self-mutilation” or bipolar disorder depression or drug and alcohol abuse – well these patients can now seek waivers to join the military? Yes indeed and under the MORON’s watchtower, accordingly individuals once banned from military service can now volunteer, as soldiers are not showing up at the recruitment stations in efforts to keep the troop count up to par. Draft time again? NO, enlist a psycho army as we have a psycho presidency, the lingering side effects of “Heel Spurs”. It goes hand-in-hand, new recruiting strategies and a FUCKING MORON at the helm! Wakeup AMERICA! So, if you own a gun, get the KY lubrication out as pretty soon you may be called to order, as Donald Trump owns your ass as part of “His Highness Militia”. Extra, Extra read all about it, if you chose to bear arms in your home Trump has control over your targets - that’s in the Constitution. And when that call to duty arrests the peace and quiet of your concealment, even on a Sunday morning while preparing for your daily preparation-H suppository courtesy the 115^th U.S. Congress and paid for by the NRA…who in hell wants to fight for that idiot in the WH anyway and many will just turn in their weapons at the Oval Office dumpster = the ultimate in gun control. Wow, Donald Trump enlisting gun control to rid this nation a serious violation upon life, liberty and that pursuit of happiness. About time we had legislation that will rid this nation once and for all this disgusting disease of weapons here and weapons there. WE the PEOPLE are living in fear, because of the wide-spread addiction to weapons at our fingertips! Remember what Roosevelt said when he was handed the “Nuclear Football”: Only thing we have to fear is fear itself. Best take his word else live a life in misery thinking that what you pack will arrest violence. The 2nd Amendment has run its course, as from sea to shining sea this fantasy to be loaded to the gill with bullets, to sleep with bullets as a nearest companion, it is so sad. This prevailing crap that we must be armed to protect ourselves, it isn’t working! Why? Most gun carrying creeps think they are tough, but when push comes to shove only 0.001% of registered gun owners could willfully and easily pull the trigger on another human! Wow, maybe we are human! So, love it or leave it, gun control is coming to US through a military coup, because we know the “Top Brass” is better fit to uphold the U.S. Constitution then the crowd of cowards that are holding a sit-in, maybe laugh-in, in the White House today. And what will replace that “tube” of cold-rolled steel that has let us down and sworn upon as the saving grace by the Wayne LaPierre’s of the “Fake Protection” society condoned as a vigilantly known as the NRA? Just in, Wayne says he has “Heel Spurs” and cannot join in the “Militia’s” bowel movement. We have an alternative this madness behind a hairpin trigger approach, the power behind the 1st Amendment is just about to get its heyday parade as there is only one weapon of choice this evil upon us, as FASCISM is alive and well and finds the ultimate enemy of the people and we shall overcome, by “Our Word”, something I learned from this nation’s greatest of Patriots, Woody Guthrie!

Patriotism 101

Patriots, WE THE PEOPLE are UNDER ATTACK!

The Partnership, Making America Great - Destroyed Today! 

Once upon a time we saluted a "Bipartisan" Congress that cared about AMERICA! When men and women all walks of life from the across-the-isle would embrace the true spirit of Patriotism, for US - that no matter what political side one favored, it didn’t matter in the “Halls of Congress” the buck stops there. Then that “working together” was destroyed by the wicked rich. What was good for the middle-class masses was a detriment to the hoarding of wealth which emancipates power, so there came an undermining of cooperation within Congress, premeditated perversion against My Country ‘Tis of Thee. For the stubborn that had sworn an oath to abide by the U.S. Constitution, there came destruction and assassinations. Honorable men like Senator Ted Stevens taken down, and dishonesty given a pardon as political and religious crookedness invaded our life, liberty and pursuit of happiness. Today, Congress and the White House are nothing more than the ultimate Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organization, with control over the RICO police. WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TED

Alaska Pipeline Story #2

~ Pig Out ~

From the Chinook Journal of S. Pam MaGee

It was the holidays. Some us had to work. And work meant being some 800-miles away from home. Pumping crude oil doesn’t take a break! Now normally, come a day like Thanksgiving or Christmas and unless for an emergency critical situation, things are pretty quiet around the pump stations. Not true with the kitchen crew over at the camp. It was not unusual to have activities around the clock in preparation for yet another feast. They don’t employ cooks out here, just real “chefs”! This had been the norm for several years now. How come that saying, “that all good things must come to an end” holds so true? With some most recent management changes, we ended up getting a district manager that thought we were all a bunch of lazy high paid cry-babies. He soon acquired the nickname, “His Majesty’s Lard Ass”. Sure we made good money. And working a holiday meant triple time wages. That included an inflated wage for the day before and the day after. And sure we complained when in efforts to save money the head nutritional intuitionalist - a townie - switched to cheaper hotdogs. But who wants to knowingly eat rat hair? So one Thanksgiving morning, when in fact everybody was about to have a slow day, this new manager initiates a work order to send a pig through the pipeline. Of course, he did it from the comfort of his home way back in Anchorage. He was at home with his family! Pigs are used to clean the wax off of the pipeline’s inner walls. It has to do with efficiency. The more wax buildup, the more horsepower it takes to pump a given amount of oil over the mountain peaks to Valdez. Now this isn’t a big deal - launching a pig - just a messy ordeal. We got too thinking. What if we didn’t send a pig? According to our local engineer, there was no immediate need for such a gyration as his calculations indicated that the efficiency standards were being surpassed. So what if we could fake the launch switch to think a “pig out” was initiated. Hey, then we could go “pig out”. So over brewed coffee we brewed up the scheme. We talked to the electrician. Everybody was all for it. The pump station operator called the main pipeline controller in Valdez to inform that the station was ready to launch. The OK was given. We went through the motions of switching the appropriate 48-inch valves, then at the precise moment, the electrician shorted out the switch to send a launch signal to the computer that would send that signal all the way to Valdez. That is where the pipeline controllers would begin a timer that would in effect monitor the travel of the 4000-pound beast along the line. Pigs had a nickname, Alex - in honor of the pipeline’s superintendent. Alex was big. In fact he also had a nickname, “Two Chairs”. He was an alright guy, just don’t cross him. Now the plan would work only if it could be coordinated with the guys down the line. Pipeline workers stick together. See, there exists a pig launcher and a pig receiver at several of the pumping stations. The guy at the 4th station down the line would have to fake the “pig in” switch at the precise time. All went without a hitch. We didn’t even get our hands dirty. Hey, what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. What we had accomplished with the pig “faking” was indeed due to our understanding of the operation and equipment. Now pigs are nothing to mess around with, as there exists some pretty good momentum behind that head of oil – at 1000-pounds of pressure. One time, the pig wasn’t sent to the receiver at the precise moment. Instead of being diverted, it ended up in the suction piping of the main pumps. It physically bent 1-inch cold rolled steel bars designed to prevent a pig from entering the system. When caught, these things are no match for the flowing oil and self-destruction is imminent. The strainers upstream of the pumps catch all the shrapnel and debris. So don’t mess with pigs and don’t mess with the workers – especially on a holiday! Right when we were heading to the chow hall to grab a piece of pie, we get another call to run another pig. From the same idiot sitting comfortably back at home. Supposedly, he didn’t see the results he was hoping for. Why? Everything was OK. That is why we employ engineers at each location. Guys that know pipeline dynamics. Our supervisor said that this jerk was behaving this way because he could not stand the thought that we were all sitting around watching football and “pigging” out. We were. Hey, even the drilling rig crews take a break on the holidays – unless an emergency. As we were pulled away from our duties - TV and pie - it pissed us off. So it was decided amongst a chosen few that we would just fake another pig launch. And as before, we went thorough the gyrations that simulated an actual launch. It was back to pie and football! Well come about midnight, all hell broke loose. The “ghost” pig did not show up at the 4^th station down the pipeline. Damn, we forgot to call ahead about our plan of attack. Maybe too much food was to blame. Regardless, this was not good by any stretch of the imagination. The next day, which was supposed to be an extended holiday weekend for the townies, it was panic from Valdez to Prudhoe Bay. Oil spill reconnaissance was in effect. The command center in Anchorage was powered up, which meant all the high rollers of management – including the president – had adjourned away from the comfort of their homes. Something stuck in the pipeline can mean serious business, especially if it requires a bypass operation. Believe it or not, at one point, they honestly accused us of not putting a pig in the line. But like was said before, we stick together out here. When one of the line surveyors heard the rumor that we were suspects, he told the chief civil engineer that one of the check valves about 60-miles south indicated a stuck gate – like a blockage. It meant the “ghost” pig was stuck at that point in the pipeline. And like mentioned before, if a pig was stuck, it was in the self-destruct mode. We had nothing to sweat, as by now the belief all around was a “stuck” pig at that check-valve, which really wasn’t all that bad an ordeal. It has happened before when the clapper on the valve fails. Soon “His Majesty’s Lard Ass” shows up with “Fat Alex”. We need more chairs! Being in the clear, we couldn’t help not laughing. So after about two days of panic, it was written off as a destroyed pig. The only other problem we had to contend with? The inventory showed one too many pigs! How in hell were we going to get rid of a “hog” out here on the tundra? No problem, as one guy needed a flowerpot for his cabin outside of Fairbanks. It was a done deal. Hey, we own the roads up here. Nobody questions what really goes on up and down this pipeline – just to remote. And remember, we feed the regulators! By the beginning of the week, which was the end of our workweek, we were heading home, delayed a day because of the “missing” pig. It meant free booze on the company. And what a paycheck for our shenanigans! We never had to worry about launching another holiday pig, unless it was a scheduled event. And Lard Ass found it difficult to talk his way out of why he initiated the work order in the first place. When he admitted to the president that he felt the workers were not very productive, a phone went flying across the room at the command center. See that was the company president’s indication that he was pissed off. The president made it clear and convincing that he didn’t give a rat’s ass if the crews sat around for ever, as long as they were running when the shit hits the fan! As long as throughput met the daily target, they were doing the job they were paid for. Managers learn early on that their survival depends on us. They learn early on to respect us. And we don’t need a union!

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Dangling Conversation

Every leave taking flight to fall,
     No longer “a still life watercolor”.
Now tiny dancers, this Dangling Conversation.
     From early morning, till “now late afternoon”,
Each descent, a passion of air-bound persuasion.
     Alas, what may be left of the “curtained lace”?
But an eager sanction for retreat.
     “Couched in our indifference”, we concede
Until the next falling, this Dangling Conversation.

     “And the superficial sighs”, so outspoken,
In appreciation this recital.
     As “The borders of our lives” in freefall,
To be like them, for this brief movement in time.
     “And you read your Emily Dickinson”
And embrace the grace.
     “And I my Robert Frost”
And grace the embrace.

     ‘Tis this season, cherish what was gained,
Naysay, “That measure what we’ve lost” so vain.
     And for a spellbound moment written,
within this time “we are verses out of rhythm”.
     A seasonal dance romances a rewind,
“In syncopated time” now well defined.

These Heavenly dancers from Thy sky,
     Praytell leaves “speak of things that matter”.
Can paralysis be pledged, nor
     “Is this theater really dead”!

And now “the room is softly faded”,
But fear “a stranger now unto me”.
Well aligned “in the borders of our lives”.
In the borders of our dreams, superficial highs.

Once upon a “Dangling Conversation”

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