Science Christmas Present

The results are in, from a science experiment performed on Christmas Day which verifies maybe vilifies how the earth is responding to “Global Warming”, that hoax that has fooled Mother Nature. See, with increased heat on Donald’s “heap”, aka the Trump Tower Dysentery “Green Stool” FOXcopulation Syncopia Utopia Dynasty, well of course there exists a built-in off course correction upon this “it’s a family affair” erection.  Talk about a bonafide John Boehner “Bonner”, that Mnuchin Munchkin that keeps the U.S. Treasury under sacrificial lion guard has a premature Russian whore ejaculation and his “wealthy” warlords lose 5% of their stolen goods, on a short-trading day the day before Christmas. Merry Shyster Heister is my sentiment! And then on the day after Christmas, the wealthy bastards regained that “plus” because with a government shutdown it is easy to raid the henhouse some more. Life sucks, because of the wealthy taking over. This is not by design the Founding Fathers mindset. But this roller-coaster cooling off of the ingrown WALL Street toenail, maybe this will assist the efforts to ward off this “Global Warming” trend. Look, my 401k plan is not making any $loot$ but is stable, and look where the Stock Market is finding friendly territory - back down to the Obama era “good practices” so 2019 will be a good year for US common folk that have already Made America Great. I have been doing that “Make America Great” for 66-years by now - I work for a living and enjoy life in the middle-class lane. This “Again” thing promoted by the “Fucking Moron” is as tiring as “Treason”! The Richie Rich, that’s wherein it is so wrong today with “My Country ‘Tis of Thee” as we have before us a generation that is spoiled rotten, wherein “Trust Fund” babies will never have to look for gainful employment which means they will never formulate in mindset what it means to be a hard-working American - part of that salt-of-the-earth society that is the “True America”. It is all part of the game plan to ruin the American Dream which is not a FAKE”, but the Fucking Moron uses that “FAKE” as a crutch in a Mobius Strip fashion, so “who’s on first” finds relevance in confusion but we know who got butt raped in Deliverance. I make mention the “Dueling Banjos” because Mitch McConnell…Dear Stephanie Mnuchin; “What’s good is bad what’s bad is good you’ll find out when you reach the top you’re on the bottom…” What best defines the present state of affairs better then Bob Dylan’s “Idiot Wind”? Wow, off tangent this “science” lesson but we are all genuine guinea pigs with this Moronic Distemper affair in the White House. Bottom wine, the earth is on a serious warming trend. And each and everyday built in mechanisms come into play this picture not perfect, trying in vain to restrict and arrest this phenomenon, a solution by dilution upon an ever increasing heat profile. Now the reason Whoopeepie Technology picked Christmas as this “Test Day”, double time for the science staff but due a government shutdown working OT out of the goodness of their hearts. Only kidding, this day is wherein the driving habits of Americans “sea to shining sea” would find a behavioral change deviation - it is about the only day in the year that enjoys a change that can be used as a gage to treatise upon a “Global Warming” theory that is bipartisan without across the aisle bickering. So the experiment based on a theory promoted by Einstein’s host, Phineas J. Whoopee, sounds like this in concept. The major heat source that is cause for concern this “warming trend” is from all the passenger cars that still use “internal combustion” like engines for motive force that which can propel a person weighing 120-pounds down a freeway at 80-MPH. Now a modern “heap” of a car weighs in on average at 4000-pounds so the “Glutton for Punishment” ratio is 0.03, wherein approaching “One” is modern man’s goal. What that means is when the weight of the “heap” equals the “mass of the ass” we have made it over the hump bump on our own. Now take into consideration also the efficiency of our modern chariots, like 30% - which means 70% of the cost of a gallon of gasoline is used to move the heap of armor so we can get to work but is lost as “heat”. So a forward wind tidbit, estimates that by the year 2525 cars will no longer be a major contributor of this “Global Warming”. Maybe, as unfortunately cars are gaining weight, so our efforts for more efficient engines is set-back by more comfortable cushions because we are all getting too fat…you get the point. And “in the year 2525, if man is still alive”. But these horseless carriages heat things up, as that “thermal efficiency” is wasted and that excess frat fat bothers the environment. Now it has been detected that the highway systems pose the greatest threat to this “warming trend”, as the “black top” acts as a “heat sink” and the road worrier source contributes to this latent “heat battery” effect, which stores the wasted heat from the traffic raged war over the 9 to 5 rush. Then at night, with space still in focus the “black top” acts as a reverse sink and tries to handoff that heat and the outer fringe benefits. But equilibrium takes time, so to work out this aggravation over-night when cars are all nestled in their beds - well it doesn’t work on an equal footing basis. Some people sleep with their cars. Now nature tries to offset this fascination of our interest to destroy the earth with this hatred, I meant “heated”. Now when the morning dew wakes up, due the crisscrossing of major byway and highway arteries, the combination of this “black top” heat sink and the night before “Space Odyssey” cooling produces “correction currents”, which surfaces as “excited air currents”. All is designed to throttle away that heat, as likewise a designated driver these air currents act as a “cooling effect mechanism” to supplement the race to space with this extra heat load. But that natural effect effort is sidetracked, as soon enough the morning rush traffic begins and the movement of that 0.03 argues with this natural correction factor and this over-aggressive heat pattern maintains, like an exponential existence which augments an exponential decay upon life for mankind. Look, with this “warming” we are in competition with nature. First priority, save its own butt and even though we are part of that cycle of life, the leading edge says save the “apple trees” because that has comfort in Abe honesty. Or was it a cherry? Praytell don’t panic as there is a solution, but we wasted that opportunity when it was declared that Howard Hugh’s was insane. For real, had we listened to radio engineer Howard instead of radio host Howard, we would not be talking about “Global Warming” as it would not be of concern! So the “Global Warming” is here to stay and there is a reason Donald Jong Trump remains foolish to oppose this heap of heat theory, he would have to restrict our driving habits. Else start a referendum that promotes “mass transportation” which would require a major realignment of cities and neighborhoods would have to be re-designed to accommodate and we would then be subject to less freedoms as we would rely on others and that “we the people” could never tolerate as it sounds like “Socialism”. So playing the Devil’s Advocate, let’s just say it is all a hoax and that experiment that was performed just this past Christmas day without doubt proved the destruction of these surface currents designed by nature to transport this heat away…it is a conspiracy just like with the Stock Market and a make believe currency, over-heated by a “Global” trade war but let’s keep on driving the economy into the heat of passion the wealthy worshipping rules us all as God is Dead!

My Christmas Dinner

After the stockings were all hung with care and the peasants all nestled in their lairs the night before Christmas and before Rudolf with his nose so bright, well Donald Trump announced that Santa Clause was a fundamental CNN “Fraudster Fake”. So without further adieu about nothing onto the extravaganza of the day after - Christmas day dinner let’s hope the Moron can’t ruin that also! Hurry, close the blinds and barricade the ice chest. Maybe instead of wrecking havoc on the tranquility of middle-class living he can go cook meatloaf for the “Homeless”! OK, the only exciting thing about Santa’s sidewalk food fair is the gossip gravy that settles down like dandruff, around the passing of the cranberry sauce. Ok, it is not the “sauce” but the excuse to “spike punch” everything and everything with a splash of Bourbon Street straight booze for the day after blues smells like another alcoholics’ anonymous meeting. NOOOOO, don’t do an Uncle Lewis and try to light that stogie Carmichael! Good, made it through that demolition course. So now comes endowed and empowered the desserts, getting attention passed around with its fair share of a booze lick’n. Booze everywhere, like wrapping paper, not needed but an excuse for something to get attention. With this 7^th inning stretch in holiday spirits, it means the Supreme Kangaroo Court of “Opinion” begins in earnest in efforts to close out the year with that “opine”. And what can better serve this sentencing then the gift bags that went lost under the mistletoe, now being passed around as a heavy load to give one a hernia for the new year as it is soon to be “Deductible” time all over once again - that screwing over of those of us that eat an apple a day and stay healthy. For real, I pay $2400 buckaroos each year with a $1800 deductible and never exhaust that deductible - so what gives with “Health-Care”? It seems I am subsidizing the un-healthy that way of life by choice pass the dessert tray and go away. And the Doctor says there is something wrong with me because…drum roll please, I have NO Prescription Drug addictions! For real, he wanted to prescribe a placebo with side-effects just so he could benefit from the opioid pandemic. My take, the healthy should receive a “bonus” from Uncle Sam not a penalty that finds an increase year after year - like the incentive to stay healthy is opposite of what the medical “snake oil” industry begs forgiveness with disregard to morality. But this heavy load confronting my guests, as book giving is physically challenging. As so it is mentally bewildering the maddening crowd as this is wherein that un-divided “opinion” finds a true separation church theft and state deafness. To begin with, for real Bill Clinton in collusion with a co-working author? I only caught a glimpse of the title, something like “The President is M…and I assume that “M” was the lead in for the extension of “Masturbating”. Look, “burn” it as any book with this Monica vs. Hillary pervert, just a book in waste disguise already contaminated by Jeffrey Epstein’s fingerprints. For real, waste my privileged time on earth reading about…look behind every Bill Clinton line is “doubt”, as in “I did not have sex with…” because Bill tried to fool us that a “blow-job” isn’t penetration so doesn’t count as a bonafide “sex” act. I can see why the Moron gets jealous of what other presidents have gotten away with, by sidetracking the “Truth” of the matter wherein he has yet to find that advantage point on the Mobius Strip. And I have a new book out, it is called “A Bridge to Nowhere” and Don Young - Congressmen from Alaska - is my co-author. So if you received Bill’s book, do not bother wasting your precious time affixed to another Clinton sensation, use it as a yuletide log to stoke up the heat from that fireplace. And realize that Bill and Hillary are desperate for attention, as he-lost she-lost and too old so afraid to cross that “Bridge to Nowhere” into retirement because they cannot stand each-other forever Amen. Get over it, he was the worst sitting president of my time as he should have been standing at attention during the Monica Christmas hum-job presentation. Which brings me to the second and final book tour that I will allow myself to serenade a debate. And this book also needs that inferno of attention! See, for eight years when we had a U.S. President that cared and sang US “Amazing Grace” as a bonus, we also had his caring spouse Michelle as an everyday benefit “stand by your man” woman with a cause. And then there was the Obama family, and to reiterate a “stand by your family” woman with a cause - for eight whole years 24/7 we were in touch with a genuine 1^st Lady Patriot and beautiful, as she was in touch with us wholeheartedly. There was NO fake in this woman! Passion Lady and Black Magic Woman, wow was she so dynamic down to earth American spirited. So like a gang member tattoo, so have I been branded by Michelle’s role model presence something that I will cherish forever and do not have to waste my time reading about who Michelle Obama was during her husbands…well he will be remembered not only as this nation’s 1^st “black skin” Commander-in-Chief but the Last Great U.S. President. So burn the books, not needed. But I made my point clear, on this book thing and my guests have fallen into a coma like sleep as when society cannot stand the truth, that genuine Patriots like Michelle do not need to publish to tell us who or what they were when linked to the White House, as that smile tells it all above all. Even today when many 1^st Ladies would be laughing at what ended up as Michelle’s replacement - and if you need a book about the present “trespassing” it is called 1^st Lady is a Trump Tramp Stamp and the publisher is the Trump Tower Dysentery “Green Stool” FOXcopulation Syncopia Utopia Dynasty and all pages “Left Un-intentionally Blank” as there is nothing worth broadcasting in print who or what we have in the White House that which has bitch-bastardized the Oval Office. Nor will it ever again be the same American icon of respect and our only saving grace to regain such respect, well the U.S. Constitution won’t let Barack and Michelle take it over for a retrofit clean up act 707-days over-due in destruction mode and “So this is Christmas” as John Lennon called out. But that “Amazing Grace” philosophy of Barack and also with Michelle lives on…wow and I was part of it for 8-whole years “In My Life” as an American Patriot and No booze required like is the case today!

Proud Larry & Loud Larry

Wow, day before Christmas already and time for “Home Alone”. So this morning as I was taking a “Proud Larry” which was a “Loud Larry” because of too much “I Love Beer Like Brett Kavanaugh” out on the town this night before so suffer this morning after…as I was in a sillybacy celebrating mood. See, I never thought for once that I would acquire the “qualifications” as a High Court Jester, but when Brett was sworn in with that “I Love Beer” fascination made all so clear, let the clowns’ circus games begin. But my celebration in “suds” was due the fact that Chief Justice of the Supreme Court John Roberts sided with the “Liberal” establishment in an “opine” that struck a blow to the Nixon administration - I mean the Trump infatuation. For real, the first time in history that a Conservative Federalist as “Chief” of the High Court has jumped ship and sided with “witchcraft” - so the Mueller Investigation is not a “Witch Hunt”. Now during my morning sojourn, I was intending on reaching out to the Rex Tillerson “Fucking Moron’s” 1^st Lady is a Trump Tramp Stamp for help. Look we will never get rid of that "Rex” influence just like how the EXXON Valdez wreck will never go away! Now I do my “Be Best” when paying tribute to “Larry”. What Larry you say? I don’t know but with all the vacancies in the White House, I am sure a Larry Kudlow will soon enter the “Cesspool”. He’s already there? No doubt, who’s on first is confusing. But damn, since the U.S. Senate under the majority of the Confederacy refused to back Donald Trump’s “slats” because he refused to offer up a “Tax Break” for the middle-class before year’s end, well the “Grinch” finds disrespect amongst the Congress. See, because “We the People” working-class heroes received nothing in the “Tax Shelter” bonus category, Congress allowed the “government” to be shutdown. And with that a furlough of the men & women that keep the lights on at the National Christmas Tree located in President’s Park. It is the first time in history that “Park” may be in the dark and closed for the holidays. This is a National “Disaster” declared “Hear Ye Hear Ye” chants the “Town Crier”. See, some guy seeking notoriety climbed the tree and was trying to replace the star at the top of this sycamore tree with a MAGA hat. Well he wasn’t successful and damaged some of the fixtures and when “Government” closed for the season, the Christmas lights operational status remains in limbo. This is sad, but maybe an indication of things to come and “hello darkness my old friend”! I guess what goes around comes around and since the Moron and the Trump Tower Dysentery “Green Stool” FOXcopulation Syncopia Utopia Dynasty enjoys “beheadings”, well so sad that has become a national pastime for ISIS. Yes that faction of evil villain society that the “Moron” finished off - yet that army of mercenaries is still engaged in brutal murders! Like with that journalist Jamal Khashoggi and Scandinavian backpackers in Morocco, all condoned by Jared Kushner - especially when his friend Crown Prince Mohammed bin Laden Salmon of Saudi Arabia was caught eating “braised short ribs of Khashoggi” as meat is off limits to the “Royals” and is considered a sin. So Kushner told the Crown Prince to weather the storm of ridicule and the ISIS beheadings continue. Look, those surrounding the Oval Office have nothing better to do but chant more hate and discontent and can’t even get a damn Christmas Tree fixed, so may as well watch horror movies over popcorn! But this morning, I reached out through “we all Tweet in a Twitter subterranean homesick blues” to the 1^st Lady, yes the “Trump Tramp Stamp” of approval, to see if she could get some help with that “Tree”. See, with the “G-men” electricians looking for work the day before Christmas because this “shutdown” could last forever, there aren’t any qualified to fix that “tree”. Now I understand that the “Park” service reached out for help and the NRA responded, with Wayne’s raiders offering to come to the aid of its country men with help and that means sending in Yosemite Sam with guns a’blazin’ saddles and mowing the tree down to splinter like shrapnel. The sentiment put the damn rabid squirrel out of its misery, good-night Irene as “Looney Tunes” has taken over the political scene. Now I am all for the “WALL”, erected around the NRA as that once-upon-a-time American icon of the “old west”, well it has been infiltrated by “Russian Whores” that communicate with the “Trump Tramp” and it is supposed to be an organization surrounding the 2^nd Amendment not “vibrating dildo” legislation. Here is my take on the National Christmas Tree disgrace. If those dildos needed servicing…fixed. Now the NRA was an American “spirited” organization at one time in history, until it used membership money to “Kill” the unions. For real, I was a member in Alaska and when my job was trying to go “Union” for the “Union” because the “Teamsters” knew how to build pipelines, the NRA interfered with the Alaskan politics while inbred with “Big Oil” and…well when I see that NRA insignia I spit! Hey, maybe we should ask Vladismear Putin for help in getting that tree lit up before Christmas Eve, as somebody must give a rat’s ass. Then again, boy did we get hoodwinked right before this Christmas. See, the Moron is pulling the troops from Syria, like right today. And that sounds good, but there is an ulterior modus operandi this sudden death “Hail Mary” last quarter bowel movement that was so upsetting to General James Mattis that he puked on his way out of Trump’s office. Yes this move by Malignant Tumor Bone-spurs was explosive diarrhea by this Eunuch-in-Cheeks. See, our troops in boots are soon to enjoy that “coming home” parade - let’s hope the National Christmas Tree is then on display. But our presence abroad fighting ISIS supporting Assad supporting Putin is not going away on the cheap. We will be sending “private contract mercenaries” to cover the weaning period which will take about 15-years. And there is a reason for this “privatization” and it has to do with making humongous profits. See, a “private soldier” costs 3x what an American “private” costs the U.S. Taxpayers for the same damn infantry. But there may be a snitch hitch why “mercenaries” will soon replace the troops in Syria as part of the Moron’s plan no one at the Pentagon was aware with. Back a few months ago, Betsy Devos’ $30-million dollar “Family” yacht was damaged by hurricane Vandalism, and that “party hardy” ship-of-fools needs repair money and Betsy enjoys “blood-money” through her cooperation with the “privatized” wars and at the same time, the National Christmas Tree remains “broke” and this is NOT my America. Merry Christmas, not when the White House has been infiltrated by a Bah Humbug Scumbag like attitude that of a monster madman. IMAGINE, we cannot even get the lights to work on that famed Christmas Tree. See, since the Moron didn’t get to go play at Mar-a-Lago for his family tradition Christmas “bribery” diner, I guess “We the People” suffer some more. And there is a “law” against this cruel and inhumane treatment, it is called the U.S. Congress which is AWOL & MIA this MAGA fascination that is crippling who we were once as a nation strong and together we stand. My “Proud Larry Loud Larry” Christmas Letter this year? Simple Simon, GET F…No, I am wishing Donald John Trump and Family a Merry Christmas”!

Poetic Justice Immigrant ~ POEM

~ Poetic Justice Immigrant ~

Like a Rock I’m a poet Boxer, not your laureate.
Thy poetry to protect me, My story seldom told.
Oh give me a home where the emigrants can roam,
Where father fears not and child can play,
Where seldom is heard that deportee sway,
And their relief finds no hunger all day.
Home, Home we are change, where…
Oh, give them land, lots of land under freedom’s dove,
Don't fence me in!
Send them here forever free but I warn you please,
Don’t shame them out!

Like a Rock I’m a last poet Boxer, your lost laureate,
Thy poetry to protect me, My story seldom sold.
Oh give me a peace where the once beat can roam,
Where our welcome voice so pure and asylum so near,
The breeze calming as Liberty shines away the storming,
That I would not exchange my will this free range,
For all of the poet laureates consumed world fame.
Let me verse about the wide open country that I love,
Home, Home we are change, where…
Oh, give them land, lots of my land under freedom’s dove,
Don't fence me in!
Send them here free forevermore but I warn you please,
Don’t scare them out!

Like a Rock I’m a lost poet Boxer, your last laureate,
Thy poetry to protect me, My story seldom bold.
Oh, to love those homeward bound in this darn land of ours,
No curfew this bound, to hear mothers cry with joy,
And with courage the huge flocks no abandonment marks.
Let me be with myself in this daily bread,
And listen to the wonder of thy brethren fed.
Send these children their dream I beg you please,
Don't fence me out, Don’t drag them out!

Like a rock I’m a Poet boxer, this Laureate,
Thy poetry to protect me, My story seldom folds.
Just turn me free, let them straddle this freedom saddle,
Underneath the rainbow skies red, white with blue.
Begone any evil noose cayuse, let them discover over yonder,
Forever this emancipation shall not covet but recover.

I want to ride from the east to where the west commences,
Gaze afar this dog-day afternoon and never lose my senses,
Can't stand ever a surrender surrounded by iron fists.
Don't fence me in, Don’t fence me out!

Like a Rock I’m a poet Boxer, not your laureate,
This poetry to protect me, My story seldom told,
Don’t fence me in, Don’t shame them out;
Like a Rock I’m a last poet Boxer, your lost laureate,
This poetry to protect me, My story seldom sold,
Don’t fence me in, Don’t scare them out;
Like a Rock I’m a lost poet Boxer, your last laureate,
This poetry to protect me, My story seldom bold,
Don’t fence me out, Don’t drag them out;
Like a rock I’m a Poet boxer, this Laureate,
This poetry to protect me, My story seldom folds.
Don’t fence me in, Don’t fence me out!

Like a Rock I am a Boxer in immigrant shoes,
With My poetry to protect my refugee in poverty.
May glory be soon show, the innocence early immigrants,
made us bold in their glory, my emerging emigrants love
of my Country, exceeds that of my laureate poetry!

(MSK ERP ©2018)

Hear Ye Spare the Cattle Prod

Is this that “Life of Riley” or what! OK, 1^st Lady is a Trump Tramp Stamp is enjoying a few days that “Life” as she got through the “slats” and headed south to Mar-a-Lago without her “brat” sugar-daddy sucker. OK, Donald’s ultimate “Apprentice Wet Dream” moment: “You’re Fired” to 420000 government employees at the stroke of midnight while he stroked his missing manhood “home alone” in the Oval Office. See we have guessed all along it was “penis envy” that which challenges his manhood in the decision-making process, but Doctor Jekyll Pelosi along with Mr. Hyde Schumer have confirmed that prognosis and what MD Bornstein Bears warned us about some 2-years gone bye by now. So the question remains a bone of contention amongst grownups, with whom does Trump have sex with? Let’s face the facts, if not engaged in “we all Tweet in a Twitter subterranean homesick blues submarine” and not giving his caddy heads-up on how to score low for a good tip, may as well pass the time jerking off like Bill Clinton. A fringe benefit of the Oval Office, the reason Barack Obama was always with Michelle in the family room and singing “Amazing Grace” instead of a world disgrace. Look, the “Oval Office” is creepy today, especially after Kid Rock and Ted Nugent and Donald had a threesome with Sarah Palin. OK, it was a blow-up Jellyanne doll - according to the Oval Office’s Closet-at-Arms. Too each his own wise men say only fools rush in. And members of Congress just bailed out of town singing “I’ll be home for Christmas” as a bunch of Americans enjoy the holidays without a Johnny Paycheck. Look there is not an adult in the entire Congress. There’s a few good men, but maybe we have let down the Founding Fathers. See back in 1789, the “framers” decided on an all-important issue, the age of maturity for a member of the “New Congress” under construction. For the Senate, it required reaching the ripe age of 30, still the same today. With the House, the bar was lowered to 25 only because the British influence was hanging around and that was the Senate’s 30 deal devalued by the “penny wise pound foolish” criteria. The “British” pound was falling! And this age inequity was never corrected, shame on US. The same with the “Citizenship” requirements, Senate meant 9 straight years after immigration and the House only 7 - again the British couldn’t let it go. Now when it came to the “Term”, the Senate settled on a 6-year confinement but that was when the British started the real retreat and the “pound” had been so de-valued against our currency - due fines imposed on the King and Queen for the “American Revolution” - that the House proposed the same term as the Senate but it came across devalued even more. So it went of record as a 2-year term only and the printing press was pushing out the “new law of the land”. And the differences between the Senate and House have never been corrected, because the British influence remains. Likewise, it appears the Confederacy has found a second life? What the la-di-frickin-da is going on in that van down by the river registered to Mitch McConnell! Now if the age of consent had been corrected, it is safe to say that a member of Congress had to reach the age of 30, be a citizen for 9 years straight without a DUI and then win over the heart and soul of the voters for a term of endangerment lasting 6-years. I rest my case no I don’t. See, back then in 1789, the average life expectancy was 38-years before the grave side service remembered someone with “We Love Beer” rest in peace we will drink your Sam Adam’s share. So, let’s say for reason of insanity and argument back then immigrant Melania Knavs had served her time as a citizen for 9-years with good behavior, reached the age of 30 and her fascination with kinky wardrobe was finished so she decided to run for Congress. She wins and confronting her is 6-years of…well a job not for life. See, that 6-year term would end when Melania was 36-years old and then the choice, retire and enjoy 2-years in retirement - remember the average age of longevity was 38 - or else win another term and maybe fulfill that engagement but for a few years and then the burden on the Congress with a vacancy. So, the framers were very careful about this, it was inherent “Term Limits” and a job in Congress was NOT supposed to be that “Life of Riley Job for Life”. The Founding Fathers never designed such stagnation into this nation’s bible - the U.S. Constitution. The “road-map” was not intended as a Dead-End Dead-Beat street. But over the years, career crooks have…it’s like with the Moron’s new idea of a WALL with slats and with a Congress that which continues to castrate the will of the people by staying around way too long and getting nothing accomplished except “gridlock”, maybe we have before us the U.S. Constipation instead of that Constitution. As something isn’t right when congressional office mates are no different then cell mates in for life. If you look at the maddening crowd in a penitentiary incarcerating “lifers”, the mindset behavior is no different then what we see in the Congress. The sad thing, in my lifetime “We the People” came so very close to “Term Limits” until those leading the blind drive realized, that would put them in the same category as those 420000 workers without a paycheck and maybe for once they would have to find gainful employment and realize what it means to be a proud American worker instead of a government freeloader. It is the ultimate in “Welfare”, this Congress which relies on the necessity of two evils its survival! What is happening today in America is not the fault of the people electing a Moron. The fault finds its origins in Congress, the turmoil facing “this land is my land this land is your land” from “sea to shining sea” had nothing to do with Russia as it is all “home grown” - pinch yourself this truth in leading statement of fact. And until such time we are strong enough and brave enough to demand “Term Limits”, it will be more of the same nonsense and America doesn’t get any stronger nor weaker, but stagnation will take its toll on that Life, Liberty and pursuit to Happiness. Don’t respect my word, just ask those government workers sitting at home a few days before Christmas wondering how Wells Fargo will find a convenient way to computer glitch their “Truth in Lending” mortgage so that roof over their family’s head is “Foreclosed” to the highest WALL Street “investor” bidder in corruption, as when people suffer someone in the Trump Tower Dysentery “Green Stool” FOXcopulation Syncopia Utopia Dynasty finds a way to make blood-money. Look, for a conglomerate like Wells Fargo to succeed in stealing away thousands of an American family’s dream home and base it on a “computer glitch” after the damage was done so cannot be undone, why that corporation has not been sent to jail is - well that’s today’s “Do Nothing Congress”! Because it appears today in America another great tool at “We the People’s” disposal has been ransacked, as once upon a time we had this thing called “Anti-Trust” and RICO, the Racketeering Influenced and Corrupt Organization Act. Where is the lawman today, as I am sure Wells Fargo violated at least one of the 250 elements of crime that should have by now found jail time? The crooks are not sneaking across that border, they are here already and that is the Real McCoy “Collusion”! Look, with “Net Neutrality” neutering our Constitution through Constipation, just blame it all on a computer glitch and Congress keeps on giving - bad advice but home for the holidays. This nation is in dire straits, with the U.S. Treasury being looted by the wealthy, with the Congress AWOL, with the White House in insane mode as the “Sargent-of-Arms has been black-mailed into leaving his post”. Until such time “We the People” sound the alarm and demand “Term Limits”, well stagnation leads to bed sores and if not treated it leads to an infection and if not treated can lead to death. Time is no longer on our side and that Roosevelt saying of “only thing we have to fear is fear itself”, the fear from “selfishness” is breathing down our necks and making me very uncomfortable. So what needs to be done? We can wait to elect to reject it all away at the voting booth, why wait as that may take years? This nation needs a Lech Walesa movement along with a “Solidarity” march to freedom! What does that mean? If the President through Congress can order a “STRIKE” and put the American worker out of work, we can play the same damn game and our power in that act exonerates the “Power of the People”. We are all disgusted, both sides of the isle and the “STRIKE” is the only commonality that will make the Congress listen up, that we are sick and tired of “No Representation” so should take up not only a “STRIKE” but also join together as a “UNION” for the “UNION” with a Jack Marler protest, that being “No Taxation without Representation”. With a national “STRIKE”, there is “no taxation” as there is no Johnny Paycheck and that will get the brat’s attention faster then “the answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind” migrating away through those “slats” and faster then the “corrupts” pre-mature ejaculations on Miss Liberty! Time to take action, STRIKE for the Cause. Look how that action transformed Poland, by and for the workers we are no different today but are we man and woman enough? Spare the rod spoil the child, and we have spoiled that Congress by our lackadaisical attitude to “let it go” and we have gotten the cattle prod in return. It is time to re-write the U.S. Constitution, “For the People and By the People” as it is outdated and some long-standing traditions being used to gang rape our “Freedoms”. The “Framers” would have insisted on “Term Limits” if they knew back then that today’s life expectancy would be so different then back in the 1700s. Either that we start drinking more beer and allow that expectancy to go backwards, wow where’s Brett Kavanaugh? And that brings up another bone of contention before ending. We don’t need an “opine” from members of the Supreme Court reaching 80-years old. Even though with the “High Court” it was designed as a “Job for Life”, the life expectancy was low and was indeed a ways and means to make sure our next generations had a say in matters important under justice. “Term Limits”, the only inheritance our future generations desire and we are letting them down by allowing the U.S. Congress to get away with “Murder” at the border! That is how bad it is today.

President in the Making?

Wow, almost made it through the first half! Can’t wait for the porn-pom girls but maybe we should hold off on the intermission fire-works - wildfires are dangerous and devastating and “this land is my land this land is your land” is at high-alert. Is “dry itch” from global warming or from the wealthy sucking blood-money out of a turnip seed? And that dumpster-fire that started at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue after Kid Rock and Ted Nugent and Sarah Palin held a 4^th-of-July fart lighting party with Melania, it is out of control. Poor Kid Barron should be pissed, that he wasn’t invited to participate - kids having fun but not the adult! See, I have made it a point to recite my “Oath of Office” each and every day since Donald Jong Trump lied to Chief Justice John Roberts, that the “Fucking Moron” was actually taking that “Oath of Office” with some seriousness. And I think we will see Roberts turn liberal, as any association with the GOP can be bad for one’s health. But here we gather a few yards away from the official “half-time” whistle stop in a fast and furious historic day of Apocalypse Now with Mr. Armageddon anal-raped morphed by Hannibal Lecter surrounded by a Clockwork Orange administration involved in a Portnoy Putin Complaint…now everyone just calm down. See, I am in full agreement to pull our troops home from never-ending “Solitaire” WAR. It’s a card game which means “Patience”, it eventually wears out its welcome - so welcome home Private Gump. Now the way I see it, WAR is over if you want it - OK that’s the word out of John Lennon’s mind-games, spoken with truth. But yesterday was a 3rd Reichter scale “blow-out”, as observed through the “Chaos” reporting from the Hannity and Madcows, that the sky was falling. So what no “Big ‘Uns” deal the Dow was falling some more, Jim Mattis “quit” and a government shut-down was looming right before the Christmas Holiday, like the “Grinch” appeared and Trump then made his announcement of the Syrian troop withdrawal. So, let’s start off the morning after on a different foot, as a calming down that “We the People” have nothing to fear but fear itself so hear me out. For the Hannity gang, men wear the panties and on the other side of the isle with the Madcow disease, no under-wear. Just to get a different take on comfort since we are so afraid of our own shadows and we must get comfortable for the time being with this Trump. Look, Trump is a crook, but maybe just maybe there will be a “from sea to shining sea” light awakening at the end of the tunnel revival, “A President in the Making”. Hey maybe if successful we can get Donald to sing Amazing Grace! Look, Trump is smart to the point he knows the Democrats are gaining traction so he will “Turncoat” and, well become a “Democrat” from “behind the scenes”. OK, why are too many so upset that the Commander-in-Chief has decided to pull the U.S. military’s presence out of Syria, and a humongous cut-back in Afghanistan? OK, I have called out this Trump Tower Dysentery “Green Stool” FOXcopulation Syncopia Utopia Dynasty every damn 4-letter word known to define my hate upon Hitler - and today is the first time that I favor that “Commander-in-Chief” label for the 45th. Hail maybe, but let’s keep it at the Hail Mary stage of interest. First and foremost, the DOW can drop another 3848-points before the wealthy start loosing $loot$, so the roller-coaster this last few months please don’t let it bother your 401k. As long as the wealthy are making money, your investment is safe. It may not gain much, but loses are minimized in this “sizzle” market. Mattis “quitting”, so what as there are plenty of “Loony Tune” characters to take up the slack. As far as this emerging government shutdown, maybe it is a good idea for the Congress to spend the “Holidays” at work entombed in the “Beltway”, like detention and forced to eat “cafeteria style” grub! Now onto the most pressing of  the tumultuous issues, the troop withdrawals. Maybe I don’t see eye-to-eye with this Trump, but whenever we pull back a military presence, it relates to WAR is over and “if you want it” resonates what John Lennon preached. We are a very strong nation, we should fear not and maybe we best start paying attention to  what is evolving on our own soil - use the money wasted on WAR abroad for affordable housing and rebuilding the infrastructure and if ever any of those son-a-bitch nations test our will, we have an option. But nobody wants “Total Destruction is the only solution”, so maybe this is a beginning, as when we find no longer a fascination another man’s war, maybe others will take the hint and see it as a modern man awakening. WAR is over if you want it, and so this is Christmas! Merry.

I Lied Once, Caught Twice

Dear Honest Abe “I cannot tell a lie” and only lied once in my life but was caught “Twice” wherein “double jeopardy” failed justice. OK, first and foremost my “liar, liar pants on fire” honors drum roll please…I never once answered my cell phone while driving under the influence. OK, when I was a young kid and under the influence that one could conquer the world even though “I’m the kid who always looked out the window, failing tests in geography”, I entered the “Science Fair” at St. Leo’s Catholic School and told a “fib”. But it was the “intent” that steered clear any time away at the Sockanasset juvenile detention reformatory, for “Bad Boys” that steal tomatoes. See, I built this “ugly” model dam from wood taken from Penelope’s morgue so smelled of death do us part mildew, as a “hydro-electric” plant. With an overflow penstock and glued an electric motor to behave like an “electric generator”, with wires strung between make believe power poles that ended in the “Big City”, a single light bulb. Of course it didn’t work as the motor was not a generator! Now when Sister Irene Goodnight as the Science Fair Judge asked if it worked, even though the dam leaked like hell runneth over like Father Lamb guzzling the communion wine and the water contaminated from the “banned” glue fell into a cage holding a rat science project and “Biggy” died, well the rest is history I won a 2^nd Prize - this all before renewable energy made headline news. In today’s world such a project, I would probably be awarded a scholarship to the school of my choice or held for animal cruelty - so I was ahead of the times and my “fib” was based on intent. Which is 9/10 the law in guilt based on a hung jury. Look, Sister of Mercy knew it never worked as it was a 120Volt AC light bulb! And that double jeopardy, I did not steel Mrs. Potatoe Head’s “rotten tomatoes”. For real, Donald Jong Trump gets a $buck$ for every credible lie told? No wonder I am broke. Donald Trump, he can take a lie and turn it into a Phonzi scheme makeover. When the lie becomes the New Norm - Trump’s Memoirs! Wow, I could hear the road rage from 2-blocks away, along with the “whistle-stop” alerts from the Union Pacific 450 tumbling down the tracks. Wow, some lady parked her car between the crossing guards, and the train is heading for a head on! People are blowing their horns, yelling, crying, flashing for pictures, but she is glued to her cell phone and is not aware of imminent danger - she is parked on the tracks and engaged in a conversation! Best hang-up and call your maker is my sentiment. Wow, I hear the lawmen’s siren heading this way, but the train cannot slow down. Wow, the cops are in a hot pursuit chase some bad guys and they just got trapped behind that lady stuck on the tracks, still engaged in her phone not realizing she is 30-seconds away from a rude awakening. Wow, the guys being chased by the Ketone Cops are now shooting their way out of this mess, and finally the lady in the car that is still targeted by that Union Pacific realizes what’s going down, but can’t jump ship now - bullets are flying in all directions. Bang, damn what a shame too late the 420 is taking the phone lady for a ride. And Casey Jones slowed enough for the criminals to hobo their way out of capture by an “all aboard”, as by now the damaged car is off the side of the tracks and the cops have to pay attention to the injured lady and the train keeps rambling on, with the crooks waving good-bye any jail time on their way to freedom once again. I wonder, is she an accomplice? Wow, she wasn’t hurt, her car is a wreck. See, when will “Driving Under Idiocy” become a crime like with a sex offender? It is an addiction, wherein it is not substance abuse and is abuse upon an unwilling victims. OK, we are all part of this “must be connected” science project, the rats are already dead and soon…Talking Hard Work:

While we are on the subject of hard work
I just wanted to say you that, "I always was a man who likes hard work"
I was born working and I worked my way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work

Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been busted and I couldn't be trusted
I worked my way up and I worked my way down
I been drunk and I been sober, I been baptized and got hijacked
I been robbed for cash and I been robbed on a credit

Worked my way in jail and I worked my way outta jail
Woke up a lot of mornin's, didn't know where I was at
The hardest work I ever done was, when I was tryin'
To get myself a worried woman to help ease my worried mind

I'm gonna tell ya just how much work I had to do
To get this woman I was tellin' you about, I shook hands
With ninety seven of her kinfolk and her blood relatives
And I done just the same with eighty six people
Who's just her friends and her neighbors

I kissed seventy three babies and put dry pants
On thirty four of em', well as others done this same thing several times
Well there are a lot of other things just like this
I held one hundred twenty five wild horses
And put saddles and bridles on more than that

Harnessed some of the craziest and wildest teams in that whole country'
I rode fourteen loco broncos to a stand still
And I let forty two hound dogs lick me all over seven times
I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces
My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms

I chopped and carried three hundred fourteen arm loads
Of stove wood, one hundred nine buckets of coal
Carried a gallon of kerosene eighteen miles over the mountains
Got lost, lost a good pair of shoes in a mud hole
And I chopped and weeded forty eight rows of short cotton

Thirteen acres of bad corn, I cut the sticker weeds
Out of eleven back yards, all on account of 'cause
I wanted to show her that I was a man and I liked to work
I cleaned out nine barn lofts, cranked thirty one cars
All makes and models, pulled three cars out of mud holes
And four or five out of snow drifts

I dug five cisterns of water for some of her friends
Run all kinds of errands, played the fiddle for nine
Church meetin's I Joined eleven separate denominations
I joined up and signed up with seven best trade unions
I could find, I paid my wages, a, dues six months in advance

I waded forty eight miles of swamps and six big rivers
Walked across two ranges of mountains
Crossed three deserts, I got the fever, sun stroke, Malaria, blue
Moonstruck, skeeter bit, poison ivy and the seven year itch
And the blind staggers, I was give up for less, lost and dead

A couple of times struck by lightning, struck by Congress
Struck by friends and kinfolks eell as by three cars on highways
A lot of times in people's hen houses, I been hit and run down
Run over and walked on knocked around, I'm just sittin' here
Now tryin' to study up what else I can do to show that women
That I still ain't afraid of hard work

Songwriters: Woody Guthrie

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