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?