berlin you didn't vote for hitler but you
are still married to him.berlin your parks,
flat like world war 2 filmstock,i expect a tiger
tank to clatter out from diorama trees.berlin
i don't blame you for pegida,plz don't blame me
for the drone wreck of amerika,the wedding/
funeral pictures,children dead(or alive
with death inside their eyes).
Saturday, April 9, 2016
some berlin poems
your friend a pleasant old
fashioned flirt,unlike
anything we have
in amerika,our womyn
all tough until they're tender,our
men easily confused,your
friend pipecleaner thin,charming
in her summerdress,50
years old,still cute until
the talk turned
to refugees.
fashioned flirt,unlike
anything we have
in amerika,our womyn
all tough until they're tender,our
men easily confused,your
friend pipecleaner thin,charming
in her summerdress,50
years old,still cute until
the talk turned
to refugees.
Friday, April 8, 2016
berlin poem
bewildered w/multiplicity i
turn off the tv
set.here in lichtenrade
watching 'berlin
tag und nacht'
admiring the writing
on the wall.a communist
graffito in my heart
prompts me to travel
east.when i met her
father he took me out
back & showed me
where the wall ran,where
the blood ran red.this
was early on & i took it
as a threat.as i take
most things.taking the x83
east to the s-2 thinking
about a new neighborhood,one
with ddr democratic
architecture tho i will
probably just end up
at the brandenburg gate
again.silly but this bookstore
nearby has a great selection
on east berlin.that's where
the dream of it all lives,on
paper,down the way
from the starbucks near
the u.s.
embassy.
turn off the tv
set.here in lichtenrade
watching 'berlin
tag und nacht'
admiring the writing
on the wall.a communist
graffito in my heart
prompts me to travel
east.when i met her
father he took me out
back & showed me
where the wall ran,where
the blood ran red.this
was early on & i took it
as a threat.as i take
most things.taking the x83
east to the s-2 thinking
about a new neighborhood,one
with ddr democratic
architecture tho i will
probably just end up
at the brandenburg gate
again.silly but this bookstore
nearby has a great selection
on east berlin.that's where
the dream of it all lives,on
paper,down the way
from the starbucks near
the u.s.
embassy.
Friday, April 1, 2016
some berlin poems
smoking cigarettes in alexanderplatz:
wondering which wurst
you'll bring home
which mustard:
the uncertainty of kraut
the only uncertainty:
i get to be
the moody one.
you get to cling
to me,
capuchin monkey.
here in a-platz smoking
cigarettes watching
tourists lined up
at the tv tower
up and down all day long
to look over a city
that isn't even a city.
berlin: an intersection
of neighborhoods,
interchangeable,
a legoland
of plastic pieces,
every street the same: a
bakery, eine apotheke
eyeglasses, a turkish
produce stand, but:
every cigarette
in this american pack
is the same,
too, and every cat
in the dark.
..........
when you worked at the food bank:
all that anger
pointed at you
because:
you fed syrians.
..........
i looked like a berliner before i got to berlin
that one thin reed of flesh
could hold this much bile: i've
been told i look with disdain
on everything i see: i fit in
with berlin.
wondering which wurst
you'll bring home
which mustard:
the uncertainty of kraut
the only uncertainty:
i get to be
the moody one.
you get to cling
to me,
capuchin monkey.
here in a-platz smoking
cigarettes watching
tourists lined up
at the tv tower
up and down all day long
to look over a city
that isn't even a city.
berlin: an intersection
of neighborhoods,
interchangeable,
a legoland
of plastic pieces,
every street the same: a
bakery, eine apotheke
eyeglasses, a turkish
produce stand, but:
every cigarette
in this american pack
is the same,
too, and every cat
in the dark.
..........
when you worked at the food bank:
all that anger
pointed at you
because:
you fed syrians.
..........
i looked like a berliner before i got to berlin
that one thin reed of flesh
could hold this much bile: i've
been told i look with disdain
on everything i see: i fit in
with berlin.
Saturday, March 5, 2016
PDX BundyGang Update
***update*** An hour later: Our numbers got up to around 80. Did see
one traitor rebel flag, in a pick-up with a U.S. flag. What's with
that, anyway? Pick a side, motherfucker. Our side shouted things at
them, variations on go home and leave our public lands alone. They
pretended not to hear, with their hands cupped up next to their ear. "I
can't HEAR you...I can't HEEEAAARRRR you." Gavin Slime engaged in some
public prayer and said a few words. They put a tarpman voodoo doll up
and black voudon clouds lowered overhead. Then a heron flew overhead
and Jesus smiled down and the evil spirits were frozen again inside
their dildo simulacra. Police presence is visible but fairly relaxed.
Word had it some Black Lives Matter got in the protesters' faces but I
only heard tell of such things. Such excitement was too much for me, so
I left in search of snacks.
***transmission over***
***transmission over***
Portland Public Lands Counter-Protest, 3-5-16
Back briefly from the Portland, Oregon, "LaVerle Finnamacher You're Name Will Not Be Forgotten" militiaman protest and snackfest. I counted approx. 200 "patriots" in cowboy hats and carrying the misspelled LaVoy Finnicum meme blown-up to protest signage sign. I didn't see dildos, but I'm sure I saw some Doritos.
Our side had maybe 40 folks. THEY ARE WINNING IN DOWNTOWN PORTLAND, PATRIOTS. But "intel" from around the country indicates that we're winning most other places, with only a dozen or so "Steal Public Lands" protesters at various Fed buildings.
Things seemed peaceable enough. They sent little toads over to our side of the street to get in our face and take pictures, but what the hell, we're taking their pics, too. I didn't see any firearms. Asked a Multnomah County sheriff and she hadn't seen any, either, which works for me. (She's a real sheriff, by the way, so I take her word for it.)
They could out-shout us, but we had louder horns. I'd heard they had Sho Fars but I didn't see them. We had those loud plastic horns you hear at footie matches, the kind that sound like Glenn Beck farting. Our horns were louder, so sho far, sho good.
I saw a lot of US and Gadsden flags, but no rebel traitor flags.
They had been walking in circles around the block at one of our delightful downtown parks when I arrived and were singing one of those patriotic songs when I left, indicating they really do actually love America, I guess, just not its government or institutions or its rule of law.
Now for a quick snack, maybe pick up the items on my hold shelf, and back down there.
#OregonStandoff #TeamIntel #ReportingOut
***update*** An hour later: Our numbers got up to around 80. Did see one traitor rebel flag, in a pick-up with a U.S. flag. What's with that, anyway? Pick a side, motherfucker. Our side shouted things at them, variations on go home and leave our public lands alone. They pretended not to hear, with their hands cupped up next to their ear. "I can't HEAR you...I can't HEEEAAARRRR you." Gavin Slime engaged in some public prayer and said a few words. They put a tarpman voodoo doll up and black voudon clouds lowered overhead. Then a heron flew overhead and Jesus smiled down and the evil spirits were frozen again inside their dildo simulacra. Police presence is visible but fairly relaxed. Word had it some Black Lives Matter got in the protesters' faces but I only heard tell of such things. Such excitement was too much for me, so I left in search of snacks.
***transmission over***
Our side had maybe 40 folks. THEY ARE WINNING IN DOWNTOWN PORTLAND, PATRIOTS. But "intel" from around the country indicates that we're winning most other places, with only a dozen or so "Steal Public Lands" protesters at various Fed buildings.
Things seemed peaceable enough. They sent little toads over to our side of the street to get in our face and take pictures, but what the hell, we're taking their pics, too. I didn't see any firearms. Asked a Multnomah County sheriff and she hadn't seen any, either, which works for me. (She's a real sheriff, by the way, so I take her word for it.)
They could out-shout us, but we had louder horns. I'd heard they had Sho Fars but I didn't see them. We had those loud plastic horns you hear at footie matches, the kind that sound like Glenn Beck farting. Our horns were louder, so sho far, sho good.
I saw a lot of US and Gadsden flags, but no rebel traitor flags.
They had been walking in circles around the block at one of our delightful downtown parks when I arrived and were singing one of those patriotic songs when I left, indicating they really do actually love America, I guess, just not its government or institutions or its rule of law.
Now for a quick snack, maybe pick up the items on my hold shelf, and back down there.
#OregonStandoff #TeamIntel #ReportingOut
***update*** An hour later: Our numbers got up to around 80. Did see one traitor rebel flag, in a pick-up with a U.S. flag. What's with that, anyway? Pick a side, motherfucker. Our side shouted things at them, variations on go home and leave our public lands alone. They pretended not to hear, with their hands cupped up next to their ear. "I can't HEAR you...I can't HEEEAAARRRR you." Gavin Slime engaged in some public prayer and said a few words. They put a tarpman voodoo doll up and black voudon clouds lowered overhead. Then a heron flew overhead and Jesus smiled down and the evil spirits were frozen again inside their dildo simulacra. Police presence is visible but fairly relaxed. Word had it some Black Lives Matter got in the protesters' faces but I only heard tell of such things. Such excitement was too much for me, so I left in search of snacks.
***transmission over***
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Ten Things I Learned from the GOP Debate
1. The GOP can't even walk onto a stage without screwing it up.
(Dr. Ben Carson, calm center of the storm, stands around for a while offstage after his name is called. Logjam ensues.)
2. Marco Rubio needs to find a new line of work. Get out now, that's all one can advise. Otherwise we'll hear about him hunkered in a corner of a padded cell muttering "Barack Obama knows exactly what he's doing" over and over and over. He's a well-groomed young self-starter type and will land on his feet. Opening act at a Tony Robbins seminar seems about right.
3. Donald Trump is really several small children inside a suit made in China. Look at his hands. He has the tiniest hands of any grown man I've ever seen. IT EXPLAINS EVERYTHING. It's why he whines all the time. It's why he can't answer a question. What is your health care plan? "It will be so great!" How will you build your wall? "It will be so huge!" How will you pay for it? "Mexico!" Only the infantile base of the right wing of the GOP could love such a toddler.
4. Jeb Bush can't do much, but he can navigate his way onto a debate stage. I'm sure his mother was very proud.
5. Can anybody track what John Kasich says? Does it turn into white noise after a few seconds for you, too? Has 90 seconds ever lasted so long?
6. If Republicans had a brain in their head they'd get behind Chris Christie immediately and ride that Clydesdale all the way to the finish line. He's the only natural politician up there. He can debate, he can work a rope-line, he has a certain weird charisma. If the other "establishment" candidates bailed out IMMEDIATELY and supported him, he could compete in a three-way with Trump and Cruz (ew), and it would be handed to him at a brokered convention. They won't, and he won't, so it's a moot point. He committed the cardinal sin: He got along with the President JUST ONCE (Hurricane Sandy, the HUG), and said sin cannot be forgiven in the weirdly eschatolgical theology that strangles today's Republican Party.
7. Cruz is a shitbird. Everybody knows it. He can lie about the CNN/Ben Carson-dropping-out thing knowing perfectly well everybody will find out it's a lie and he just doesn't care. He's pathological that way, and his supporters love him for it.
8. It doesn't matter how much money Jeb Bush has in the warchest. Nobody likes him, not the left, not the right, not the center. Who doesn't enjoy seeing him get shushed by the other toddler on the stage? Bring Mom out again, Jeb. Nothing says commander-in-chief more.
9. "Barack Obama knows exactly what he's doing." I kind of already knew that, but it's good to have it confirmed by the Republicans. "Barack Obama knows exactly what he is doing."
10. So why is anybody still voting Republican? Tax breaks? White Nationalism? A mythic sense of the grandeur of this country, rooted not so much in the past as in Hollywood's re-creation of the past? That's it. Or as Hellboy would say:
Murica.
(Dr. Ben Carson, calm center of the storm, stands around for a while offstage after his name is called. Logjam ensues.)
2. Marco Rubio needs to find a new line of work. Get out now, that's all one can advise. Otherwise we'll hear about him hunkered in a corner of a padded cell muttering "Barack Obama knows exactly what he's doing" over and over and over. He's a well-groomed young self-starter type and will land on his feet. Opening act at a Tony Robbins seminar seems about right.
3. Donald Trump is really several small children inside a suit made in China. Look at his hands. He has the tiniest hands of any grown man I've ever seen. IT EXPLAINS EVERYTHING. It's why he whines all the time. It's why he can't answer a question. What is your health care plan? "It will be so great!" How will you build your wall? "It will be so huge!" How will you pay for it? "Mexico!" Only the infantile base of the right wing of the GOP could love such a toddler.
4. Jeb Bush can't do much, but he can navigate his way onto a debate stage. I'm sure his mother was very proud.
5. Can anybody track what John Kasich says? Does it turn into white noise after a few seconds for you, too? Has 90 seconds ever lasted so long?
6. If Republicans had a brain in their head they'd get behind Chris Christie immediately and ride that Clydesdale all the way to the finish line. He's the only natural politician up there. He can debate, he can work a rope-line, he has a certain weird charisma. If the other "establishment" candidates bailed out IMMEDIATELY and supported him, he could compete in a three-way with Trump and Cruz (ew), and it would be handed to him at a brokered convention. They won't, and he won't, so it's a moot point. He committed the cardinal sin: He got along with the President JUST ONCE (Hurricane Sandy, the HUG), and said sin cannot be forgiven in the weirdly eschatolgical theology that strangles today's Republican Party.
7. Cruz is a shitbird. Everybody knows it. He can lie about the CNN/Ben Carson-dropping-out thing knowing perfectly well everybody will find out it's a lie and he just doesn't care. He's pathological that way, and his supporters love him for it.
8. It doesn't matter how much money Jeb Bush has in the warchest. Nobody likes him, not the left, not the right, not the center. Who doesn't enjoy seeing him get shushed by the other toddler on the stage? Bring Mom out again, Jeb. Nothing says commander-in-chief more.
9. "Barack Obama knows exactly what he's doing." I kind of already knew that, but it's good to have it confirmed by the Republicans. "Barack Obama knows exactly what he is doing."
10. So why is anybody still voting Republican? Tax breaks? White Nationalism? A mythic sense of the grandeur of this country, rooted not so much in the past as in Hollywood's re-creation of the past? That's it. Or as Hellboy would say:
Murica.
Friday, February 5, 2016
Fiorina Banned From The Arena
Carly Fiorina won't make the A stage at the next GOP debate, prompting such questions as, Who will she kick around on the B stage now that Rick Santorum is gone? The Gilmore guy? And another question: Why does she keep trying?
Every election she's been involved in has lost. She was an adviser to John McCain's presidential campaign in 2008, which he lost. She ran against Barbara Boxer for U.S. Senator from California in 2010 and lost, even after her campaign outspent Boxer's by a factor of some 48,000-1. Approximately.
Perhaps she's still not accustomed to failure, what with all the massive success in the high-tech sector (printers) she experienced prior to getting fired by HP, the famous high tech (printer) giant.
(One of HP's many high-tech items, features anti-gravity generator upper left, next to "print 2-sided" button.)
Fiorina is justifiably angry about being excluded from the debate.
(Former high tech-industry titan [printers] Carly Fiorina indicating anger at a recent GOP debate.)
ABC's rules for debate participation require landing in the top three in the Iowa vote, or the top six in recent New Hampshire polling, though it is rumored that the A-stage candidates also had to sign an affidavit swearing they would not show up wearing anything stitched from the fur of 101 Dalmatians.
We for one want to see Ms. Fiorina in the debate. The high-tech world of Silicon Valley (printers) is underrepresented in politics. And as annoying as this liberal blogger finds Ms. Fiorina, he must acknowledge that there is something inarguably grown-up about her, as opposed to one of her primary challengers, who recently began campaigning with his mother:
And Ms. Fiorina encapsulates the essence of the Republican Party, from her wholesale firing of employees during her tenure at HP to her incessant lying about Planned Parenthood, even after her comments radicalized a demented wingnut. Or, as Hellboy would say:
Every election she's been involved in has lost. She was an adviser to John McCain's presidential campaign in 2008, which he lost. She ran against Barbara Boxer for U.S. Senator from California in 2010 and lost, even after her campaign outspent Boxer's by a factor of some 48,000-1. Approximately.
Perhaps she's still not accustomed to failure, what with all the massive success in the high-tech sector (printers) she experienced prior to getting fired by HP, the famous high tech (printer) giant.
(One of HP's many high-tech items, features anti-gravity generator upper left, next to "print 2-sided" button.)
Fiorina is justifiably angry about being excluded from the debate.
(Former high tech-industry titan [printers] Carly Fiorina indicating anger at a recent GOP debate.)
ABC's rules for debate participation require landing in the top three in the Iowa vote, or the top six in recent New Hampshire polling, though it is rumored that the A-stage candidates also had to sign an affidavit swearing they would not show up wearing anything stitched from the fur of 101 Dalmatians.
We for one want to see Ms. Fiorina in the debate. The high-tech world of Silicon Valley (printers) is underrepresented in politics. And as annoying as this liberal blogger finds Ms. Fiorina, he must acknowledge that there is something inarguably grown-up about her, as opposed to one of her primary challengers, who recently began campaigning with his mother:
And Ms. Fiorina encapsulates the essence of the Republican Party, from her wholesale firing of employees during her tenure at HP to her incessant lying about Planned Parenthood, even after her comments radicalized a demented wingnut. Or, as Hellboy would say:
Murica!
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Post-Iowa, Santorum is All Over Everything
Post-Iowa, the lightweights are falling like (insert simile here) and everything smells of Santorum. What the fuck happened to him?
Just four years ago he seemed to be on the cutting edge of GOP insanity, wanting to define life as beginning at the moment of flirtation, but this year he just didn't bring it. Or time has passed him by. Sweater vests don't cut it. The extreme right is moving toward camo. In a Duck Dynasty world, he's Father Flanagan's bent-over altar boy.
Once upon a time he won Iowa. He fought Romney to the end. He was the Working Man's Asshole. Now he's lost that title to a pampered "billionaire." Faretheewell, Santorum. Sniff.
.......................................
Rand Paul will leave us now for four years as well, though we will doubtless hear about auditing the Fed again in 2020.
That's a burning issue for the few people old enough to have been at Jekyll Island. Good-bye, li'l liberty lover, and thanks for all the freedom.
............................
Mike Huckabee...
Him I won't miss. That picture makes you wonder what's in their basement. And the dog. Will the dog be okay? Go play with Ted Nugent some more, huckster. GRIFTER. (Con man.)
And good-bye to Martin O'Malley, one of two Democrats running in the Democratic Primary. His numbers almost rivaled those of Carly Fiorina's, as did the tenor of his "debate-voice." Though every sane American admires his brave stance on the NRA, the sooner the Democratic side of things gets down to Hillary Clinton, the better.
So adieu, adieu, to you and you and you. Someday, soon, I expect to see Fiorina and Jebya! gone, and, the Holy Grail of campaign suspensions, Trump. We live in hope.
Once upon a time he won Iowa. He fought Romney to the end. He was the Working Man's Asshole. Now he's lost that title to a pampered "billionaire." Faretheewell, Santorum. Sniff.
.......................................
Rand Paul will leave us now for four years as well, though we will doubtless hear about auditing the Fed again in 2020.
That's a burning issue for the few people old enough to have been at Jekyll Island. Good-bye, li'l liberty lover, and thanks for all the freedom.
............................
Mike Huckabee...
Him I won't miss. That picture makes you wonder what's in their basement. And the dog. Will the dog be okay? Go play with Ted Nugent some more, huckster. GRIFTER. (Con man.)
And good-bye to Martin O'Malley, one of two Democrats running in the Democratic Primary. His numbers almost rivaled those of Carly Fiorina's, as did the tenor of his "debate-voice." Though every sane American admires his brave stance on the NRA, the sooner the Democratic side of things gets down to Hillary Clinton, the better.
So adieu, adieu, to you and you and you. Someday, soon, I expect to see Fiorina and Jebya! gone, and, the Holy Grail of campaign suspensions, Trump. We live in hope.
Militia: The Gathering
From the new card game Militia: The Gathering! Fun for the whole family! Great for Homeschoolers! This exciting trading-card game will include such memorable characters as General Fatton:
General Fatton is the most powerful militia member, with 1,000 Hit Points. Must be deployed with a Snack Card.
Captain Continental, aka, "The Judge":
The Judge "mediates" conflict between any militia card and any LEO card, resulting in automatic victory for the militia. Requires two Pocket Konstitushoon cards to deploy.
King Cliven
King Cliven, playable as a power-up card with any other militia member card; increases that card's Hit Points by a factor of 2.
Included in the game (not pictured here):
Snack Cards
Pocket Konstitushoon Cards
LEO Cards
Zellot Cards (Zellot cards will remain "forthcoming")
and such exciting characters as:
The Great Santilli
Ghost of McVeigh
Smokin' Woman
Smokin' Hot FBI Guy
Small Fry
Ammo Bundy
"Two-Face" Bundy
Baby Bundy
Tarpman
General Fatton is the most powerful militia member, with 1,000 Hit Points. Must be deployed with a Snack Card.
Captain Continental, aka, "The Judge":
The Judge "mediates" conflict between any militia card and any LEO card, resulting in automatic victory for the militia. Requires two Pocket Konstitushoon cards to deploy.
King Cliven
King Cliven, playable as a power-up card with any other militia member card; increases that card's Hit Points by a factor of 2.
Included in the game (not pictured here):
Snack Cards
Pocket Konstitushoon Cards
LEO Cards
Zellot Cards (Zellot cards will remain "forthcoming")
and such exciting characters as:
The Great Santilli
Ghost of McVeigh
Smokin' Woman
Smokin' Hot FBI Guy
Small Fry
Ammo Bundy
"Two-Face" Bundy
Baby Bundy
Tarpman
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