Alaskan Politics 2018

Walrus Gumboot - Alaskan Politics

Since 1973, Alaskans have been entertained by U.S. Congressmen Don “0.0166%” Young, that’s 46-years encroaching on 23-terms of endangerment, yet he gets my vote this crucial 2018 election. Even though HIPPA maintains my innocence when it comes to sex-change operations, “I must not tell a lie, I got hit over the noggin by a coconut” and since then have become a Don Young jock-itch supporter, but wonder about my boobs! And get this, that percentage number with 4-decimal places is Don’s new middle-aged middle-finger campaign name. OK, he retired from the ranks of the “muddled-aged” and is a bonafide senior-citizen so Don Rickles can take advantage with that “Reverse Mortgage” scam…talk about FAKE. Oh, that’s not Rickles but Magnum PI trying to scum-scam our WWII veteran dads to sell the kid’s inheritance on the cheap! See, Don “Young that is”, is 85-years old and if he retires or gets booted out of the Rayburn House day care center, the fact that he has reached the “Golden Handcuffs Climax” it means he gets to collect that somewhat lucrative Congressional salary for the rest of his life. That “0.0166” is Don’s salary based on the “Out-of-Adult-Control-Supervision” deficit that has initiated bankrupt proceedings against the U.S. Treasury, as Donald Jong Trump doesn’t know how to count so just throws money away on “swamp” relief - OK Roto-Rooter cesspool management. The latter includes luxury hotel accommodations for his immigrant fantasy wife while out of Donald’s hair galivanting around on our dime, like with Melania’s recent African “Horseface” safari joy riding. But the United States Treasury is on hen-house robbed suicide watch, being looted on all-fours while we let precedence be set! IMAGINE, Donald’s “Istinka” kids and Ja “The Red” Kushner soon will pay pennies-on-the-dollar to rescue our infrastructure - I mean steal away blind what is ours to begin with. It is called “Privatization” and a fancy name for Beach Haven segregation - only “whites” need apply. The more the wealthy find ownership that “lifeline infrastructure”, the more they can rape US! It is stuff we need to survive, so the 10% want to own it then lease it back to US. Almost gone “forever more” is ownership of everything except the national debt. I am sick and tired of the wealth, and why is it Warren Buffet says individual wealth should be turned over to the Treasury upon death - the ultimate “Death Tax”? Trump would still get out of any such tax, by claiming he is not dead, just another mouth full of lies. And how can NOT paying tribute a little help to a friend in need in needy “income tax” be acceptable? It nauseates me to think some can get away with paying “zero” taxation and still pledge allegiance to “My Country ‘Tis of Thee” flag with a steady hand! Talk about a hand-job. I believe the Founding Fathers had a word about that, called “Treason”. And one would think that “counting” would be a pre-requisite to becoming Commander-in-Chief. Look, those that serve time behind barstools of Congress are always complaining that a member of this rich-man’s-club of “Elected Conceited Elite” doesn’t make much to brag about. So true, based on that yearly income while incarcerated with “rabid skunks”. But if you calculate the pay scale based on an hourly wage, when gainfully employed assuming that duty sworn to uphold the U.S. Constitution, it boils down to a “cold shoulder” $242 U.S. dollars per hour and the years go bye-bye-baby 242 years since the Founding Fathers signed off on this deal of a lifetime. I lied, in the beginning there was no pay to be Patriotic! Not too shabby a wage today, what’s the complaint? So, by voting Don Young back in to the commencement of the “Still Do Nothing 116^th Congress” that which replaces the “Do Nothing 115^th Congress”, he collects that same amount but still employed and in competition with Wilbur Ross. To see who can sleep standing up even during a fire drill, or a rabid skunk evacuation drill at the Rayburn animal shelter. But he remains employed, and it means we don’t have to pay-up in double jeopardy fines if he resigns. OK, Rayburn "Animal House" suits the current “State of the Eunuch” since Trump shit on the White House lawn and the servants refuse to pick up after him and the GOP Congress wants blood! That “shelter” is wherein Don caretakes for his exotic museum, “Beggars Banquet” with a walrus penis that can be stroked for a political donation. Now I have been away from Alaskan style politics for a spell, but Don asked me to vote for him. So I drove out to Meridian his birth place, in Northern California, because there was a “Peasant Hunt” in progress and talk about road kill, there was dead skunks everywhere! My mistake, it was a “Pheasant Hunt” sponsored by VECCO, long time contributor to Don’s Easter Egg Hunt. And I soon understood why Don is so mesmerized by “rabid skunks” and keeps a pet skunk, named it Nancy after Pelosi “keep your friends close and your enemies for a closer look”. True, Don gives his “political enemies” skunk scent for Christmas! The reason come the Holidays the entire Congress shuts down for a month or more. So by keeping Don in the action while asleep, he saves us money and every penny counts towards relief on the Boston Strangler deficit. Donald Jong Trump, how do you spell relief? No sir, lighting farts does not count, please find something better to do with that time. Please not that, stay away from that…oh knows all here we go again with another 3^rd Reichter Scale “rage” in “we all Tweet in a Twitter submarine”. Now voting for Don is like road kill, you know it always shows up after a bad night on the town, carnage every which way but loose. And what makes this election merry-go-around so interesting for Alaskans, the fact that Mark Begich is still looking for trouble, cannot find a decent job so is back at it. See, I lost faith in the Alaskan political scene when Ted Stevens was assassinated. This came shortly after Sarah Palin and John McCain ganged up to discredit Senator Stevens, and that caused the lunatics to seek relief - by targeting this man of honor above and beyond. Once upon a time the three-stooges ruled the 49er - namely Ted, Don and Frank Murkowski. The days and nights when the bacon grease runneth over and kept Alaska “slick’m up” without an EXXON Valdez oil spill, and for every dollar that went into the Jack Marler recovery fund, Alaska received 3-dollars - which is why John McCain wanted to make Alaska again a territory or sell it back to Russia. But all things come to an end, good and bad. Frank got tired of stroking Don’s penis and gave that job to daughter Lisa - the sitting Senator that voted against rabid skunks taking over the Supreme Court. Way to go Lisa! For real, Alaska is now on the “Nuclear Football” schedule as a target? Yes, Ted was the political assassins reward and Don knows that, so by keeping him engaged in showing off his walrus penis, he can keep that secret and prevent a “Special Counsel” from convening to intervene as to why Ted was targeted. At least allow the statute of limitations to fulfil its course. So, we save money again by voting in the only man in history that survived testing Newton’s theory of gravity with a “coconut”. Ouch! We must save for a rainy day, as…Sure that’s what happened, Ted’s plane was destined to crash as somebody was trying to get rid of the “Hulk” for a reason. OK, honesty is the best policy. I decided on the easiest way out of this 2018 election that is a news’ media erection on Viagra overload. I have already cast my “Alaska We're-In” vote, from the comfort of my living room and some 4000-miles away from Sarah's "private parts" boudoir. See, Alaska is a wealthy state, so I can do all my political shopping “on-line”. No long lines waiting out in the cold and no threat of a DUI driving to that polling booth wherein we can see Russians meddling again, “I love beer” and just a click & send - done with the duty. I don’t know why other states find it so difficult to allow citizens to enjoy this right with ease and respect? As is voting in my case and should be in everybody’s case easy as 1,2,3 presto! See, Obama spent the money for fiber-optic networking from sea to shining sea, for high-speed secure “Net Neutrality” communications for things like voting. This link is to every damn nook’n cranny, yet we still rely on outdated voting booths with long lines to perform a basic duty that should be as easy as the present danger president counting his IQ on one hand - with a remainder! There is a reason modernization falls between the cracks with something so simple - somebody doesn’t want the voting ritual to be easy! Rabid skunks everywhere, and it stinks! So maybe Don, the ex-teacher, should put that Walrus penis to better use if he gets another erection, like chasing away the scum of the earth that has invaded the White House sooner than later. Stroke my fossilized Oooguruk Ossik, eventually even staunch supporters of Conservative principles must realize the difference between their guided principles and the quilted Charmin Toilet Paper principles behind Fascism! You don’t? Don, three strokes with that Oosik over here….

Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
And can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

on the eve of an ELECTION!

Poetic Justice Sunday

~ Lord Tennyson, Ward Kavanaugh ~

Flower in the crannied wall;
     Jester drunk in the courtroom mall.
I pluck you out of the crannie;
     I Sir suck stench of the Hannity.
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand;
     I Sir scold the lair, shoot and fall, in my demand.
Little flower - but if I could understand;
     Little Jester - But if you could, contraband.
What you are, root and all, and all in all;
     What we are, loot not law, no shame at all.
I should know what God and man is;
     I should sow what MY master’s plan is.

Flower in the crannied wall.
     Jester drunk in the courtroom mall.

Lord Tennyson, thou poet Laureate.
     Ward Kavanaugh, justice demonstrates.
Lord Tennyson, Thou NobLE Postulate.
     Ward Kavanaugh, justice defecates.

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(MSK 2018 - Condom CopyRight Protected)

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~ Horseface Facelift ~

Justaposition I take
Justice Kavanough
Jester Kavanaugh
Juxtaposition I fake

(MSK 2018 - Boofoon CopyRight Protected)

WMD = Weaponized Money

We have become an “appoholic” society, drenched in a bizarre addiction. That “must have” aggravation, bigger a nuisance and better a nuisance “flat phone” craving with “apps” like the “Flat Earth Society” rules destiny! Every addiction is a nuisance, mutually speaking! And evolution may reward us with bigger hands, which means bigger “flat” screens to carry around. Can’t wait until the next generation phone finds at “no additional charge” a built-in docking station for a 3-D bullet launcher and a MAGA dildo re-charger. And “I’m so glad, I’m glad, I’m glad, I’m glad” for “Net-Neutrality” so that “give me link or give me death” wish is what we are all about as a society once humane. We are linked, best it doesn’t wink out! Yet this lackadaisical landscape of hi-tech gitmo-gadgets we think we want, this fascination may become the precipice a downfall our romancing the stone of Democracy, upon which modern day civilization under a “Union” once anchored itself with stewardship - to hold tight, ride out any Confederate storming. The other day I ran into a wall, at a local Starbucks. The line was humongous ahead of me and soon to be behind me. I just want a damn cup of coffee! As many others in a hurry - for real - opted for those “Designer” drinks that takes more than a simple pour - maybe a barista recipe degree from a leading institute of higher learning for higher earnings and I am still yearning for a caffeine fix. And when I finally reached the counter with my flip-flop phone on outdated revision 151, “I don’t have an app”! Pardon me, how much for a cup of mud that was on auto-brew 6-hours ago? That’s 100 times what it costs me to stay home. Really, people were looking at me like I had just been released from ADX Florence and had fallen out of touch with “Deliverance” incarcerated a spell as Ted Kaczynski’s roommate. Look, Henry David Thoreau also lived in a “cabin” and entertained us with philosophical poetic justice. With Ted, some say it was pathetic justice. An app here app there, probably need that "app" to die with dignity - get to the Pearly Gates and the gatekeeper demands port-of-entry “app” please and if you didn’t download it when you were still in good standing still alive, no turning back do not pass go, straight to the end of that Starbuck’s line! Trump wants a parade, I need a song: “I don't feel safe in this world no more ~ I don't want to die in a nuclear war ~ I want to sail away to a distant shore ~ And make like an Appman ~ I'm an Appman, I'm an App Appman ~ No, I'm an Appman.” Look, I will be the first in line to admit the merits of “technology”, as I was involved in the forefront the birth of this Gates & Wozniac Valley “smog” Revolution, when trying to make electronic “whoopee” cushions working out of my magic-mushroom infested garage. But time for a stop-gap measure clarification. Donald Jong Trump is not telling little “White House” lie 5237 plus 1 when he admits that he tries to tell the truth, as the “Truth in FOXcopulation Syncopia” statement sometimes must stretch the truth. No different, just like with that “Truth in Lending” statement from your bank that is always a lie with added charges to that mortgage of interest, so what a 30-year payoff takes an additional 5-years with hard labor. But Trump is being honest, as telling the truth in the digital age, it ain’t easy. See, the “Silicone Boobs Technology” shift occurred when the 2-bit “highball and lowball” invasion compromised accuracy all things considered, when this digital started to compete with the almighty “analog”. We still live in an “analog world”, when it comes to seeing what’s out there with respect to how we measure things. Say for instance the temperature of mash in the brewing cycle - it is an analog device that responds to changes in temperature and soon enough that data is hijacked by a circuit that uses hocus-pocus to discriminate a continuous variable into a two-state variable - so accuracy is lost. See, the “least tears regression” conversion results in sitting on the right hand of the father, or on the left - choir boy verses Lucifer’s miscarriage.  But it is not an exact science, the reason true “Hey Joe” musicians despise the “digital” scene as it is not authenticated and…the reason Congressmen Joe Wilson yelled out Barack Obama was a liar during a “State of the Union” after “My president sang Amazing Grace”, as the song was being “all in harmony” digitized so that little white lie thing all over again. Authentically speaking, “I shall not tell a lie Obama” is what I remember so true about this “My Country ‘Tis of Commander-in-Thee” and the 44^th’s Patriotism never to be shadowed. Now we enter the “Highlight Zone” and get back to business why this subject matter was titled “Weaponized Money" for destruction, a form of WMD like those nasty “Weapons of Mass Destruction”. This time around, destruction deployed in a ways and means that is stealth like and scary! The Center for Transmittable Disease & Contraband, also known in the inner circle of friends as the CDC, that entity wanted to have financial banking from sea to shining sea post a “WARNING:ALERT” at its ATM robots with sound blast horns and electric shock to alert the public this nuisance. For the sole reason that which acknowledged our money supply is being compromised with this no-cure “Zinke” virus. But in the end, the “White House” called in the “Little White Lie” witch-doctor who decided it would cause a run-off election and told the CDC it would not demand being honest to inform, to forewarn imminent threats to charitable donations made with cash. See, North Korea along with Portnoy Putin, these rogue nations have been working with transmittable diseases and most likely understand the chemistry behind the cure - so wants to hold this nation hostage. If Kim Jon bUNghole doesn’t get his “Lover’s Lane” way with Donald Trump, we will see this plan of destruction engaging our everyday affairs. It used to be the threat of a “dirty bomb”, today replaced with a money laundering scheme that could wreck-havoc the Capitalistic rendezvous perversion purse-strings. So the money gets contaminated by this “Zinke”, people start dying after handling cash and soon ATMs are shutdown like overnight and everybody must then turn to plastic. Banks are under “quarantine”, so commerce becomes a “no cash” allowed basis. Nobody handles cash, and for a few days everything seems to be adjusting, just long lines forming longer than that what was fashionably found at a Starbucks, because the “link” is on over-drive. And then it hits, the “appman” takes down the “link-up infrastructure” and now what? Can’t use cash, can’t find that “app” and bank accounts are not accessible on-line. We are under attack. Our money system is contaminated and all the money is soon burnt by the authority-having-jurisdiction the Commander-in-Thief, before an accurate accounting of what went up in smoke! Which crashes “civility” because commerce has come to a halt and the deficit…the Stock Market remains closed and this nation comes to a screeching halt. And if an outsider has the cure, that person holds the keys to our future - where “Give Me…fuck the “appman” as America will never stoop to Donald Jong Trump’s “Lover Boy” Kim Jong or that “Dildo Sugar Daddy”, Portnoy Putin. This is NOT a FAKE, it is NOT a JOKE. Handle that money with "kid glove" CAUTION!

Little Rascal You!

I was feelin' so bad,
I asked my family doctor just what I had,
I said, "Doctor, (Doctor)
Mr. M.D., (Doctor)
Now can you tell me, tell me, tell me,
What's ailin' me?" (Doctor)
He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yes, indeed, all you really need…

Dammit this aging process, as I started having that…forgot what I was going to cook! It will come back soon and be meaningful, just give it a little time tender loving care for that brain chemistry to wake up the Wilbur “Dead Man Walking” Ross in me. Someday, you will understand this dilemma. Imagine we pay this guy as the Secretary of Commerce to perform nothing but show us what it means to be asleep at the wheel of fortune and keep one’s job? The White House tried a “You’re Fired”, but due the fact Wilbur is always asleep, how can you terminate one without the possibility of a discharge lawsuit if you were never upfront with a worker? And age is a factor in any termination proceeding, as are medical issues. So just let “The King of Bankruptcy” sleep it off and collect that $207800 Johnny “come-lately” Paycheck. Not bad for zzzing and not seeing the economy lobotomy that will soon make double-ply TP fashionable only for the 10% wealth-in-torture crowd.  As with the “peon-class” of righteous citizens, it means a crowd-share of single-ply get used to “stink-finger”! But Doctor Harold Bornstein, what’s ailing me? No, I do not suffer from erotic erectile dysfunction like Donald Jong Trump. Nor do I suffer from all those ugly sounding things that are advertised in “Senior Surfing Magazine”, within Annette Funicello is still featured as a center-fold in a one-piece WOW! I am talking hoarse those aliments that are excruciatingly difficult to normalize in a vocabulary meaningful and each prescription medication having 3-pages in fine print explaining the side effects! Those you didn’t have but will have, like growing an extra penis from your knee, another nose please no thanks as it stinks enough from that White House cesspool stench that can be smelled 4000-miles away in Alaska! And when aged, weird stuff grows without the assistance of designer pills - nose hair, ear hair and toenail hair and what the fuck is that thing that wasn’t there yesterday? It’s alive, but kill it or not? I carry, a Boy Scout knife that is, for reason these body snatching monsters that come alive over-night in strange places of one’s body need attention. Now I have a firm belief that “We the Union of Patriotic People Divided” are not this “Unhealthy”, physical body odor wise I am talking about. Pill here, pill there, pill for everywhere, but for why? With respect to “mind-game” legislation by a “Do Nothing” Congress, we are all going insane with the scientific opinion that the race to space is stalled because we cannot get anywhere fast strapped to a bottle rocket. See, Congress knew this 50-years ago and has spent so much money that the deficit is now being blamed on “poor folks”! We actually pay members of Congress for this kind of crap relief? Be better off if they followed Wilbur as a role model, just sleep off the hangover! Anyway “I Don’t Care DO U” that come of age we start to find a castration of “memory” functionality a reality, as the brain chemistry wants to retire. But I have come up with a solution that is working, one that uses Simple Simon non-medicinal and affordable by the “poor folk” that have “bankrupt” the U.S. Treasury due the massive welfare “Tax Break” allowed by the sitting Moron-in-Chief. Why in hell did Trump give it all away to thum “poor folk” poke salad Annie?  But it doesn’t take much, this simple exercise each “morning after pill” as you sip your coffee and maybe another dose during the day, at happy hour but before the “booze” kicks in. It goes like this: (T°F - 32) x 5 ÷ 9 = I swear that the evidence that I shall give, shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God. Yes, this simple formula exercised without a pen, pencil or slide-rule don’t forget dildo - I banned anything that required a battery when I retired - it does wonders to keep the mind fit, it is mind stimulating medicine free-of-charge. So each morning, check the outdoor temperature in degrees Fahrenheit and convert it to Mr. Centigrade without the aid of any “Welfare”, mind over matter as it is about the only thing we have in common these days with Canada, because of the “Trade Wars”. And with respect to that “grade” with “centi”, it means we have been sent to the back of the human endeavor line by 100-years because we did not learn it all in kindergarten when it comes to respect for the poor and elderly.

The Exorcism Extortion Execution Exercise Example: Here we go make up my mind it is 70 degrees F outside! 70 minus 32, that’s easy as pie hi 38 how are you today! And 38 times 5, that’s easy still as 5 times 8 equals 40, remember the zero in your mind and carry the 4 and that same 5 times 3 gives a 15 plus the carry of 4 ends up 19 which has that zero follower for 190 which is now divided by 9. So far so good not bad! Now Phineas J. Whoopee suggests trying 2 to extort the truth, that works with 1 leftover associated with the trailing zero. Well done as the exorcism execution rests its case with that remaining 10 divided by 9, easy as “1” again and the combination of the first with second quota results in a 21! OK, it could have been formulated with that 38 divided by 9 for an easy 4 approximation multiplied by that once upon a time “dividend” of 5 for a “Result of Division” of 20 for Mr. Trudeau good enough for government work. Talk about that “Result of Division” I guess when the “Trade War” finds the Energizer Bunny on empty and those calculators loose that digital brain power, as least we can still talk turkey with Canada when it comes to the weather. That said, my manual calculator says it’s good enough for today’s skinny-dipping lesson and we end up with 20.5 on average for Mr. Centigrade times up! And this method of madness allows for a very accurate answer, as when one compares the temperature whence using mercury thermometers, there is always a bias. Had to throw in that “mercury”, as that was also a thing of the past to remind just how far we have come, can’t say advanced, in this digital age. Wasn’t that fun, like when we were first learning to mind our “Ps & Qs” during that 1^st grade history lesson, when we learned about the “Result of Division”, we FALL! But that mathematical exorcism was a whole lot of work, and my reward now it’s Happy Hour as this I remember with ease as a precious priority of life with Riley!

We're playing those mind games together
Pushing the barriers planting seeds
Playing the mind guerrilla
Chanting the Mantra peace on earth
We all been playing those mind games forever
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil
Doing the mind guerrilla
Some call it magic the search for the grail
(from John Lennon Gospel)

White Lightning Refugee

It is “Torture”, the inhumane kind outlawed by the Geneva Convention, with Donald Jong Trump’s mass like murderous Motif Operandi, especially with this “Caravan” craze troop deployment. Look, the last time a sitting president tried that option we ended up with “Four Dead in Ohio”. Trump’s  “we all Tweet in a Twitter submarine” rage today, Tilt-10 on the 3^rd Reichter Scale. Sending our military troops to protect Supreme Court Jester Antonin Scalia’s resting place is beyond…isn’t there a conspiracy theory that when Scalia passed away in his sleep down there at Jiggalow Creek Ranch only 20-miles from “refugee alley” that his body was never returned? Some believe Scalia’s last will & testament stipulated - without any undue influence - to rest in peace close to the border with Mexico because he knew some day that “Caravan” would show up and “Opine Season”! OK, sending troops to “Be Afraid” condemn asylum seeking moms with kids is not a “Be Best” 1^st Lady attribute. But it is expected and today routine abuse, Moron doesn’t get along with a Melania, we see it in the body language and in the body language. I bet they have no intimacy, especially while Devin Nunes is camped out under the chastity belt bed in the Dead-End wing of the White House - where the whores and crooks have back-door access. But I just talked with a family that were part of that “Caravan” and have landed safely in “My Country ‘Tis of Thee”. They just arrived, so are hitting the “Big Lot” with a sign that says “Help”, and it was amazing grace the handouts from strangers - and this is “Conservative America” in Northern California wherein a carry license is not an option but mandatory! Yes, not so close to Devin Nunes’ country but we can smell his pigsty GOP Femdom Freedom Caucus bad-breathing the Democrats. Look, not all conservatives support this Trump maggot! So, a refugee family from that “Caravan” Trump is determined to destroy, safe right here in the “Homeland” so I went interested in how in hell they got here so fast - like “white lightning” fueled immigration. See, they came by way of boat, “Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah and the trumpets sound in jubilee”. First and foremost, the husband spoke very good English and was an electrician by trade. The kids wore hand-me-down Halloween costumes and were well mannered. They wanted to be “electricians” like their dad when they grow up in America, made that point clear! The mom was shy, but a smile worth all the tea in China. Is this what the F’n Moron Idiot is against? And yes, there exists “pirating” on the high seas and it is Russia that is behind it, in cahoots with Mexico. It is government sponsored refugee aiding and abetting, the more the better is my sentiment if we are getting electricians and families that stick together. It works like this according to my source. Large fishing trawlers accommodate upwards 50-extra passengers, refugees seeking asylum in America. The Mexican people are struggling cash-poor hard enough for their own basic needs, so don’t want the refugees and best if they are transported to a safer haven, which means a trek along the Pacific Ocean corridor wherein in time they will offload to a Russian fishing trawler - factory sized - which will then head up the coast of Canada with a rendezvous point in Alaska and when an American fishing trawler from Alaska is within S.O.S., the refugee crew is offloaded due a “taking on water” excuse from капитан Nikita Khrushchev. This is how the law works on the high seas, help does exactly that. Now the refugees are encamped on Captain Jack’s boat headed for shore, the refugees get to set foot on American soil, way up “North to Alaska”. True story. Now Alaska welcomes refugees in with open arms? Yes, the state that is known for its Lone Ranger Congressman Don Young’s description of Nancy Pelosi as a “Rabid skunk with gnashing teeth” is very friendly to asylum seeking families. Those “Bridges to Nowhere” seem to bridge the refugees with new hope! And why so this friendly “welcome aboard” for asylum seeking humans? Because, with a limited jobs market and winter that lasts way too long, refugees leave town in a hurry. Yes, they say land ahoy but it’s too damn cold here and head toward the Canadian border. And Alaska is an expensive place to just hang out, another deterrent factor that helps refugees make up their mind pretty soon and head out of Dodge - and there is only one way out! Now Canadians are also very friendly to those wanting to claim they are seeking asylum in “AMERICA” and help there is abundant for the brothers & sisters and kids in tow, by fast tracking them through Canada and with a porous Canada crosswalk U.S. border, “We’re In”. That’s what the front page of the Anchorage Daily Times sported in 1959 when Alaska went from a territory to a state, something to be proud upon let’s have a celebration let’s have a parade. So even though Trump wants to build a WALL, forget it as there are many other avenues already being pursued by refugee seeking families - yes families that are a part of what Ellis Island is all about, families that will pay their fair share of tax on income as they are hard workers so will indeed get gainful employment and that makes them 100-times better qualified to be an America then that Melania and her pack of rats! Put that in your peace pipe and toke it Mr. F’n Moron Idiot, better yet go fishing on one of those Russian trawlers and when “taking on water”, maybe that rescue ship will be out of reach of an S.O.S. praise the lord! In the meantime, refugees entering Don Young’s kingdom, welcome aboard your “North to Alaska” adventures and rest assured, things will work out as “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.” is still our national anthem. FUCK DONALD TRUMP, will one day be blood, sweat and tears stained on Miss Liberty, for refugees that earned their keep and helped make American Great some more! And Trump, maybe if you understood the difference between “legal vs. illegal” immigration than maybe you would have a conscious case against that “Caravan”. And if you are having a tough time trying to decipher the “illegal” side of the argument, just look that Melania in the eyes, I rest my case. God Bless America!

Regards to Beauregard

Donald John Trump is NOT stupid! Donald Jong Trump is insane. Stupid finds a calculated risk excuse reconciliation, no strings attached. Insane is a serious “mind-set” condition so has non-reversible side-effects, as a precaution straight-jacket attached. Stupidity can be resolved with “we learned it all in kindergarten” sentencing penance. Insane needs incarceration at institutes of higher medication. Ok, Ronald Raegan closed the likes of the “Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylums” and then many went homeless and their only hope at a future was in politics. Don’t ask me to self-authenticate this “opine” assessment, just passing on an observation made by Harvard’s renowned and very own Dr. Jekyll, Henry Murray. Henry who? Ted Kaczynski’s hero father fraternity figure! OK, to Simple Simon “simplify”, Trump is a “Trojan Horse” so appears insane from the outside but it is the inner circle that finds stupidity - Psycho Henry calls it “cognitive dissonance”. Regardless, not a good combination as something will give. Now it appears that this “monster” that sits in the White House, wherein the welcome mat sports not a greeting but a warning of - “someone painted April Fools in big black letters on the Dead-End sign” - he pays no attention to the Founding Fathers Constitution. And I am sure with his FOXcopulation Syncopia inferiority complex, that he never read aloud this “Great Emancipator” of Democracy. Get over it, he was too busy either evicting poor-to-do “black folk” from those Beach Haven ghettos owned by Fred Christ Trump or in Donald’s later years too busy with “bone spurs” to find an interest in what was contained in Article II - Powers of the Presidency. But not to fret this regret, he indeed found an understanding behind the Founding Facelift of Fascism and that factions “Constipation Constitution”, as “We the People Patriots” are getting shat upon. Donald’s upbringing was with Fascism, and KKK sympathizing through parades - the reason he wants a march - designed to harass our troops marching peacefully during a Memorial Day celebration! OK, it appears that there are “Patriots” on both sides of the isle, just because you voted for this “insane” doesn’t mean - hold that thought yes it does, just as insane. Maybe as a right to vote we should be tested as to what the Constitution challenges with respect to Life, Liberty and that pursuit to Happiness. I would place a wage that if you polled Trump’s base and asked a Simple Simon question, say for example what is Jefferson Sessions III’s middle-namesnake, they would balk. Mommy and daddy Sessions named their son after a famous Confederate general, a family name handed down for 3-generations of safekeeping in celebration of the Confederacy! But ask that same base what Rikishi Stinkface is all about and what Wrestlemania version “Trump meets the Boogeyman” won honors, they would be all so excited that they could answer that question with ease. Time to vote! But now Trump wants to circumcise the U.S. Constitution to exclude citizenship naturalization for anybody born in “This land is your land, this land is my land” sea to shining sea, those that are the offspring of “illegal immigrants”. That would then disallow “chain migration” which is the only reason Melania Trump and her family can this day live comfortably in “My Country ‘Tis of Thee” with shame. Be it known with scorn that they too were immigrants and somehow Melania was allowed “accelerated” citizenship, which is usually reserved for immigrants that are of age and make a conscious sacrifice to enlist in the military and go off to war like in Iraq and when tour of duty is up with an honorable discharge are offered “citizenship”. Do the time, get ahead of the line on Uncle Sam’s dime! I never saw Melania in military fatigues, did you? She doesn’t care what I think DO U? All “Patriotic Americans” should care, else Democracy is under attack a “Constitutional Crisis” is at hand can we survive this Trump holocaust. So when Donald signs an Executive Order that castrates the Constitution, I hope he words it such that constitutional scholars can sift through the “order’s” intent and find reason to deport Melania. The flamboyant “filth” that has taken over decency in the White House, with the Trump Tower Dysentery “Green Stool” Dynasty hijacking is mind-boggling, because Donald Jong Trump is insane. But this tearing apart of Democracy, this gnawing away at the framework of the Constitution, it is allowed by the “Silent Majority” while Mitch McConnell and his cohorts in shame condone the mindset of the Confederacy resurrected. Abe Lincoln, who kicked Robert E. Lee’s gonads, as sitting U.S. President orchestrated “Martial Law” into effect in efforts that beer drinking Colonists an “allegiance to the flag of the United States” could arrest and hang the Confederate “Turncoats” during the “Great Beauregard Retreat”. But instead we gave the treasonous brats a second chance, and even though Robert E. Lee was allowed his citizenship back pardon me - through an act of Congress well after his funeral - we caved into those death-bed wishes that same guy that commanded the death of thousands of “Patriotic Americans” that heard that call of the “Union” and went to war against the Confederate insurgency. So, we see wherein Trump is exercising his “insanism” by deploying troops to the border - that is the first step towards Martial Law. Remember, he has a war plan as did Hitler have a plan even if through insane reasoning. If “brain cloning” is possible, maybe Donald ended up with Hitler’s single cell amoeba. But That “Silent Majority” along with that Republican Femdom Freedom Caucus, that silence is based on the fact it condones the destruction of Democracy, as that is the only way a “Confederacy” can take over. And a single dent in the Constitution without Congressional approval - we have NOT a Congress that gives a rat’s ass. Soon, there will be laws against “Free Speech” as that is the insane one’s personal vendetta in which he attacks the 1^st Amendment Right on a daily basis - through his “FAKE NEWS MEDIA” criteria. Soon we may see an Executive Order that requires all news to be censured through censorship by Kellyanne Conway before release. At the same time, you will be required to carry a gun and be an enlisted devotee in Donald Jong Trump’s “Well Regulated Militia” in efforts to “love it or leave it”, Fascism over Americanism. The “Revolution” has begun, it is a smorgasmbord of Fascism, Nationalism, Counterfeit-Confederatism and when combined gives us Portnoy’s Complaint on Clockwork Orange steroids. And when push comes to shove and Democracy is dead take it or leave this Hitler “Kiss My Ass Club”, I refuse to wipe that filthy asshole and will proudly rest my case, rest my last breath in the noose of the gallows of Fascism in due respect to who we were at one time as a nation without such a decisive division. Dīvide et imperā, it means “Conquer by Dividing”, listen up it is happening right now! And with my last breath of air as I spit blood with sweat with tears and phlegm upon those of the Confederacy the looks of a Mitch McConnell with an expression of Putin’s dildo ramming hard and away up his Confederate anal ego, chalk another win up for Miss Liberty over the Miscarriage of this Confederacy - wherein “Live Free or Die & Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death” finds new meaning! I am ready, read my Last Will and Testament of Democracy. And in my Braveheart dying days for my country, remember that song from the Great General Commander-in-Chief Barack Obama, as my President sang Amazing Grace - how sweet the sound!

White Bird Must Fly

The other morning still pitch dark, before the dawn of civilization witnessed once again that light at the end of the tunnel of desire has not been extinguished and the lingering glow may be indicative of a nuclear war heading our way from all directions, I witnessed an “angel” about the ether. Just what I needed to start my day off, no caffeine rush involved. OK, it was a Great White Egret out and about the freedom on high before the commencement of the hustle and bustle from chaos still promoted by the human sacrificial scam endeavor - to get nowhere fast. And when we finally get to that promised land on layaway, Saudi Arabian “knights in white satin” welcome us with the butcher’s salute. In this day come of age, swords being used to crop-chop decent dissenting individuals that practice an obligation being vocal - a.k.a. exercising one’s 1^st Amendment Right to challenge authority. Pinch me, it is 2018 not the 10^th century. Look, that “privilege” is “God Given Driven”, else cut out our tongues! “White bird must fly, or she will die. The sunsets come, the sunsets go”. It is a Beautiful Day on my horizon she told me so. Yes, we are “gravied” in chaos that has already an epitaph enchanting that destiny’s child “grave”. And technology once good is promoting this “chaos”, not the intent as it could be a good thing in liberation I meant moderation, yet it is out-of-control and proves that Ted Kaczynski’s mathematical genius “Boundary Theory” had limitations. And has this “Flat Earth” technology proved its worth to help us conquer our fears? Yes “Flat Earth” as those cell phones are consistently getting dimensionally confusing, length x width x weight almost need a guitar strap to keep it “linked” because it is more then just ordinary 3 in 1 oil. Just start carrying around a TV glued to a laptop glued to a lobotomy dildo presto! And do you really think there is still security over unwanted “eavesdropping” your intimate conversations? “In the morning when I wake up and listen to the sound, of the birds outside on the roof. I try to ignore what the paper says and I try not to read all the news.” Thanks Neil! But with the backdrop of deep dark space my savior, with only stardust reflections an indication that star-nations all over this Universe have been finished, this “angel” appeared as just that. Dream is over, this was “Reality”. It was at first take very eerie like, this ghost like presence appearing so suddenly out of the blue. Ok, the blue-wave for today was on the way. It was dark out, so the White Bird stood in dominance like, well an “Angel” - assisted on this stage by the reflection from the new moon acting as a beacon of hope. But I never crave any claim to an “eerie” sensation when looking up through the “heavens” towards an unending wealth in that Universal domain we think we understand. Do you really think we will ever “go where no man has gone before” sitting on a firecracker? Or aboard a Space-X rich men only bottle-rocket? Space travel was popular when it first arrived on the scene, became an interest new. “You had me several years ago-When I was still quite naïve-Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair-And that you would never leave-But you gave away the things you loved-And one of them was me-I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee-Clouds in my coffee, and” Simon says and we were so naïve! Now what, as we are still stuck working with “gravity”, stubborn mass and speed of travel so slow that we are old before we get anywhere in space. There must exist a higher order, call it god, or add an extra “o” and call it “good”. Now when I look out and about this “good” given ether, I do not see any semblance of “chaos”, or lingering “cluster fluster” as would be expected if indeed the “Big Bang” went tired of being politically correct with a “Black Hole”. One does not work without the other’s perversion permission. It just does not add up, that there was nothing but a “lump of coal” and then it blew its cool and the Universe came to be and today the fallout allows Brits to call black plane passengers “Black Ugly Bastards” and get away with it. Take UK off my wish list. But what’s up with the proverbial “prove it” with this “Big Bang”! They cannot, and never will. To reiterate, I have witnessed zero “chaos” in the night or morning skies indicative of some humongous explosion that “created” it all and that observation is 24172-days in the making - please “chaos” make my day! And many scientists that have made a well-to-do career with “Fake” multiple-orgasms over this nothing-burger “Banger”, they will remain silent and continue to waste $money$ on “Hard-on” super-colliders that still proves “snake oil” can be sold when ignorance is bliss. Black Elk, an honored with reverence Lakota Sioux worrier, when he looked up at the night sky it warranted respect with a prayer. “The star nations all over the universe you have finished”. And of course without the slightest hesitation to give credit wherein credit is due the “Creator” finished this job at hand, so this respect comes from the heart and soul. The “Creator” did not give us a bomb scare to contend with - there exists no evidence I rest my case - please “cease & desist” any recovery efforts this maddening crowd share theory. But now with Stephen Hawking’s new claim to scientific fame instilling more pain, that “There is No God”? Hawking’s died, but his voice still promotes a following in the same arena as the Jade Helm conspiracy. Another disgruntled dissertation from an individual that had no right ruining…

But Stephen, “I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about god and you ripped his fucking life apart.” Thank you Sean. Don’t I miss Mr. Williams. Hey Robin, please give Hawking’s a “winky”!

Many will disagree with me, as Hawking found his celebrity with sobriety, the latter in the context what in hell are they drinking - in believing this “hoax”? Hawking rests in peace, you fans and followers can now renounce your inner Satan, it is OK. Said again, this “theory” of a “Big Bang” cannot be proved. Now don’t take my word for it, ask the Nobel Prize steering committee that which nominates individuals brilliant in the sciences, especially “physics”. Just because something sounds good, too good to be true sometimes resurrects that “blow me down” and results in a change in the direction of the mainsail. Hawking never won that coveted award, because there came concern from some scientists that the “Big Bang Black Hole” theory held serious flaws and that one day, those that have been hiding behind the truth would practice “honesty is the best policy” and step out of line and “God forgive me for what I have done”. It is time to retreat. In efforts to persuade ourselves that the theory of Hawking and others held a good intent potential, but with over a hundred years gone away since it was first conceived along with the excuse man had not the mathematical genius armed with only a slide-rule to “zero root” qualify this theory about “Creation” as credibil, well today we have that technology yet not the vision to admit defeat. And of course super-computers have been tested to deliver a NAY or AYE the possibility the Creator is a “Unabomber” in disguise. There was no “chaos” from the “Creation”, if there was it would still be seen and felt as a nasty disposition lingering side effect consistent with a malnutrition malfunction, it’s quiet up in the “Heaven” of space! And the ether is getting more and more stable each and every passing day, which means we need to align ourselves to a new theory behind “Creation” that is not just a foolish excuse for a “lump of coal” pissed that it only gained favor at Christmas. And that theory may already be coming our way, but the old guard that stands behind the fromunder rigor-mortis of man’s greatest of scams in the “Hoax” category must be willing to move out of the way, else we continue that journey of one-step forward and did not we pass that same point today some 100-years ago? So yes, there is a readily available replacement to the “Big Bang Black Hole” that in the words of famed negotiator Phineas J. Whoopee, it works and makes sense. Here we go! The “Creation of the Universe” theory by a 9-year old Russian immigrant that lives in Alaska finds the answers, that this “Big Bang” was not loud - but for a serenade that allowed angels to guide us through the night. I have read and fully understand this theory proposed by Amlev Yelknid, so do my kindergarten friends as even Big Bird gets it. So, I would bet that with Hawking now embracing the “heavens” even though he said “there is no god”, that he has seen and witnessed first-hand the lovely physics behind “Creation” and maybe he would like to retract what he said about a non-existent super hero. But that cannot happen, so we live with denial until such time we come to our senses and feel not embarrassed to call a hoax a hoax. In the meantime, morning is breaking another dawn is waking the birds, they sing praise another day and the only commotion from shrapnel attacks is with those of us that don’t believe in “Creation”.

Hey hey! hey hey! hey hey! hey hey!

Grandfather, Great Spirit, you have been always,
and before you no one has been.
There is no other one to pray to but you.
You yourself, everything that you see,
everything that has been made by you.
The star nations all over the universe you have finished.
The four quarters of the earth you have finished.
The day, and in that day, everything you have finished.
Grandfather, Great Spirit, lean close to the earth
that you may hear the voice I send.
You towards where the sun goes down, behold me;
Thunder Beings, behold me!
You where the White Giant lives in power, behold me!
You where the sun shines continually,
whence come the day-break star and the day, behold me!
You where the summer lives, behold me!
You in the depths of the heavens, an eagle of power, behold!
And you, Mother Earth, the only Mother,
you who have shown mercy to your children.

Hear me, four quarters of the world -- a relative I am!
Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is!
Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand,
that I may be like you.
With your power only can I face the winds.

Great Spirit, Great Spirit, my Grandfather, all over the earth
the faces of living things are all alike.
With tenderness have these come up out of the ground.
Look upon these faces of children without number
and with children in their arms,
that they may face the winds
and walk the good road to the day of quiet.

This is my prayer; hear me!
The voice I have sent is weak,
yet with earnestness I have sent it.
Hear me!

It is finished. Hetchetu aloh!