Some processes are due.
Outrages near and far fall like discarded lyrics on a dub tape.
That’s really clever. No it’s not.
There’s too much to keep up with and I’m falling behind
It’s a challenge to be clever when you are canoeing through a fire hose of shit.
The one superpower Douchebold Trumpstain has
is his ability to flood the field in pig manure quicker than our capabilities to scoop it.
He’ll always enjoy an asymmetrical edge against institutions dedicated to common welfare.
Especially if they are headed by a bunch of fucking pussies.
And lunatics
talking to the long Foxnewsed. Gone. Off the plane of reason. I’ll never enjoy the confident paradise of being an idiot. I aspired poorly .
I don’t expect a lot from our weasel politicians – Exceptions: Thank you, Bernie/AOC
but I’d like to see one fucking person in a position of power, and who has something to lose, and has business with Dumbald to tell him to Fuck Off I don’t do business with chickenshit fascists! Can someone other than Nobodys like me stick your finger in his face and say Fuck you…? Ampple or Mythwiz or Alphabetzoomdiddle Corporations… One of you CEO fuckers be a hero for America.
It should be so easy. Have you no imagination or sense of history? Don’t any of you want to do something that actually means something? Here let me take a look at you. Sure. Yeah. Benedict Wasted Away Arnold Motherfuckers each and every one of you. Fuck you. Fuck your Trillions. If a reign of terror follows Trumpism I’ll be one of those hunting your heads. Hey. I’m a shareholder too. And I’m getting old. I appear to have saved up quite a few fucks to use before I go.
Have I painted enough anger for you?
I suppose it’s only Nobodys who have nothing to lose and no real audience who are willing to look that bloated ignoramus in the face and say “Die, Bitch. Die before America does” because I promise you if I was standing in front of him I would. I’m not the only one. But only the Nobodys bleed. When the fuck are one of you going to really be somebody?
Let’s move on.
How you in the Judiciary feeling these days?
A little faint? Constitution a bit frail? Perk up. You’re able to deal with peasants like me real well. If I were you I think I would feel a little edgy in the mornings. Your security detail certainly must with the death threats and all. Some of you might think it’s near time to do something. Within the law. But you have powers. And you have Marshals. Maybe it’s time to hire a few more. And by the way, Judges, stop crying wolf with the word Contempt. Either mean it and bite something or shut up. No. Speak Out and Lock Up lying Executive Branch evil doers. You know. For America. Unteeter it some. Just a little. A little can help a lot. Are you fucking listening? Judiciary?
I can’t remember the question but the answer was going to be jaundiced. Let’s see… what was the last thing I was angriest at?
The day I congratulated myself for not hitting a little old man
Being a Nobody the question of what to do with your anger is all over the place. A couple days a week I have a job that I enjoy because I get to drive a lot of new vehicles. Vroom Vroom. Don’t tell.
Each week on my second of two days, ten or twelve temps join us.
(Enter-Keyed version)
Work
a) I don’t talk politics at work
Lot of sitting around. Temps blab.
Sometimes they touch on politics. Ugh.
I’d say all of them are not particularly adept in this arena.
I’m nearly always tempted to interject (only tempted)
I walk away a lot so I don’t have to listen.
While most of them are not flaming Magats
They are on the whole news illiterates
You hear conversations like
“Did you hear Trump just passed a law making it illegal to pee in the wrong bathroom?”
Yeah. I know. I didn’t make that up. That was in January.
He was referring to a batshit and unenforceable Executrumpy Order.
Do they not teach civics in school anymore?
What happened to that cute little cartoon of how a bill gets passed?
This is where I get up and walk.
B)ut this one day
A few weeks ago
I was particularly angry
Because On March 25
Rumeysa Öztürk
Was snatched off the street
By ICE punks wearing masks
And I wasn’t there to rip them off their shameful faces
(therefore I feel guilt)
The Tariff Madness has begun
I’m sitting next to a little old man
He seems pleasant enough. He is not evil
Only stupid. Not evil but
Evil preys on stupid.
There sure are a lot of expensive cars
He says.
Yeah. And then I try to stop myself from saying but
Slowwwly my tr-a-in wrecked
And they are about to get more expensive.
Agggh. Why? Why did I?
‘Do you mean because of the tariffs?’
I hear, not looking at him –
Tread carefully…
Yes.
Then my ears absorb ‘Only the foreign cars. The American cars will be cheaper.’
uhuhuhuhuh gawd he looks and sounds like a voter.
It’s a world economy.
He contradicts me. ‘No it’s not. Bla bla bla…’
The milliseconds of thoughts that raged are time consuming to type
The – you’re about to find out, moron, how global it is
– you’re the kind of idiot that got us here
– fortunately this isn’t a swing state
– I can’t even bring up the fact that your fascist fuckwit’s masked assholes just…
– how did I get myself into this?
I jumped up and said
Don’t fuckin’ talk to me.
‘You’re the one who brought it up’ he said.
I walked away angry at myself. I’m the stupid asshole getting myself into this. Trump voters. Fucking gawdawful degenerate Trump. What the hell is wrong with you people? Dumb toothless fuck Trump voter. You’ll deserve it when you don’t get this fucking job anymore because cars ain’t sellin. Go ahead and say something more to me today, buddy, because we will pass each other often. He says nothing and, you know, time does its passing and becomes the next week and that little old bastard is back again. He called me sir and kept a respectful distance. I never would have hit you, little old man. I promise. Unless…
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In which I try to clarify my Ps
I’m just a poe. One of the poes. Not the major poe. Way down the poe list. I’m probably just a p, not even a po.
I have to confess. There is Magrot in my own family. I can almost hear the foxnews assaulting the reinforced walls of my brain. Why would I hit this little old man? In a normal world I wouldn’t. In a normal world the fuckwit fascist wouldn’t have been elected and you can excuse his voting actuarial as not long for the lever. Political professionals understand this dynamic but I’ve got a well of anger saved up in a p. It’s an atomic p in waiting. if you split my p maybe a fizzle will emit. I don’t know. It’s hard to measure yourself against the universe. You have to convince yourself you’ve always won mainly because the universe doesn’t care. These are not new concepts. I only hope the arrangement of words are cool. Pretty much that’s all they can hope for. Someone shoot Donald Trump in the head. Oops did I just type that? Must’ve lost my mind there for a second. Quick hurry and delete it. You’re not supposed to say that. Clarify you’re not calling for it. I’m doing a little too much society curating. It’s almost as if I think he is a malignant cancer. Now who would think a thing like that? Nearly Everyone! at one time or another. Fuck you if you say you haven’t! P
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