Tuesday, June 25, 2024

JC

 

I must confess

I’ve pretty much had it with a lifetime of Jesus Christ

or even an evening

 

it does seem like he was a nice guy

an admirable guy

 

until he got all preachy

 

he and his buddies (the vanguard)

put on a pretty good show

and later the professionals really took it to the next levels

 

people really seem to go for that kind of shit

where things that are impossible are made to seem possible

 

and then there’s the trail of tears

Friday, July 14, 2023

Some notes on similarities between "far-right" people and Bolsheviks

 

As much as Fascists, what the so-called “far right” look like most of all are the Bolsheviks. Steve Bannon has compared himself to Lenin, which seems bizarre at first. These people share:

- rigid ideological positions

- justification of the ends over the means

- use of personalized attacks on opponents, demeaning name-calling

- a dehumanizing of their opponents

- a penchant for conspiracy theories

- a proclivity for projection; accusing their opponents of what they are doing or intend to do

- deliberate use of disinformation, trolling, gaslighting, and other forms of deception

- hyperbolic, even apocalyptic descriptions of the threats opponents pose

- attempts to impose minority views on the majority

- essentially undemocratic worldviews

- willingness to incite, tolerate, or use violence

- a cult of the personality

You may be able to add more. Pretty rotten stuff.

Tuesday, May 25, 2021

 

A fundamental thing

about this political project

- I will not put a name to it

 

is the flamboyant lifestyles

it’s driving influencers are all addicted to

 

Freedom

is saying

I can do whatever I want to do!

 

Greedy, narcissistic bastards

 

Of course, we all want to do whatever we want to do

everyone loves complete freedom

for however long

but they’re the only ones that really benefit from this project

 

for however long

Sunday, April 11, 2021

 

Endless bickering

like children

fighting over toys

 

The human race doesn’t look good

not now

when all the signs point to cooperation

and there is little of that to be found

 

Fool that I am

I still hope


Sunday, September 2, 2018

Fake President


Hey Donnyboy! FAKE PRESIDENT, FAKE PRESIDENT...fake wealth…FAKE PRESIDENT…fake principles…FAKE PRESIDENT…fake religion…FAKE PRESIDENT…fake deal-maker…FAKE PRESIDENT…fake smarts…FAKE PRESIDENT…fake respect for the Constitution…FAKE PRESIDENT…fake care for working people…FAKE PRESIDENT…fake compassion for the dead…FAKE PRESIDENT…fake care for vets…FAKE PRESIDENT…fake patriotism…FAKE PRESIDENT…fake tan…FAKE PRESIDENT…immigrant fake wife…FAKE PRESIDENT…robot fake children…FAKE PRESIDENT, FAKE PRESIDENT>>>>LITTLE, LITTLE MAN>>>>REAL CON MAN>>>REAL SCUMBAG

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Message to Trump


Message sent to Trump via The White House email function (either interns will delete or the Secret Service will knock on my door):
Hey Donnyboy! Excuse the coarseness, but it’s how I feel, and it’s the kind of expression you inspire. Here’s the truth: you are a scumbag. You are a walking shit-stain. You have squatted over America and you are crapping all over this beautiful country. The majority of Americans do not support you or your abhorrent “policies”.  You do not represent America, and you don’t even try to. You stroke your own perverted ego by working up your “base” and play bully playground games in things that impact many good people in many negative ways. You are surely one of the most profoundly ignorant men who has ever walked the planet.

YOU ARE NOT HELPING AMERICA! Any good American is pained, deeply, by your crapulous presence in aa place you clearly do not belong, an office you have polluted with your vile excretions. Lucky for us all your time is short, but you have already done so much damage. It’s not wholly clear who you are working for; but make no mistake: you are clearly NOT working for America and the American people.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

The Day I Met Stephen Bannon

The Day I Met Stephen Bannon

When the weather’s warm I have my lunch outside. You need to get outside, out from the big old office building. Because it’s right across the street, and it’s a little different from most benches, I go over to the Joe Serna bench, next to the old city hall. It’s built of bronze and has a statue of Joe Serna and his wife having a picnic, with a little bowl of fruit on Joe’s knee. So I have lunch with Joe and his wife.

I see and sometimes meet all kinds of people out there, including homeless people, who congregate down around Cesar Chavez Park and the central hub downtown. I’m fascinated by the behavior of people, and the homeless present a perplexing view, and the contrast with all the business and governmental types is stark. And though it may not be true on the deeper level, it at least seems as though there is an acceptance of the situation by everyone – at lunchtime at least.

So, I was bemused when I looked over on the bench to see this disheveled old man in a rumpled suit sitting next to me. His face was pock-marked and his eyes were bloodshot.
I knew who he was right away.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” I asked.
“Your worst nightmare. Live with it.”

“You’re not my worst nightmare, asshole.”
He was a little offended at my calling him an asshole.  He seemed to think he was better than that.

“You’re much too much of a joke to be my worst nightmare. You’re getting this rep for being an intellectual! That is quite funny, my friend.”
“Your globalist crap just makes me want to vomit.”

“”Vomit away, fool. I’ve had a few people vomit over here in the Rhaphiolepis behind me. What’s with all this sovereignty stuff anyway? Why are you so het up about this? I’ve struggled to find the logic in this and I can’t find any real threat to the US’ sovereignty.”
“We’re being overrun with immigrants! This country is being taken over! Can’t you see that?”

“Well, yes and no’”
“Typical Leftist spinelessness.”

“No, seriously, I’ve sometimes been baffled at all the people who don’t speak English worth a damn, or that it seems like every motel you stop in, or cab driver you hail down, happens to Pakistani, or something Middle Eastern. Or that the college campuses are overrun with Asians. And…well, I guess that’s the kind of thing I’ve have been a little perplexed about, at times.”
“You are an idiot if you’re not with us. You can’t see what’s right in front of your face.”

“OK, clue me in, hotshot.”
“Because we’ve had open borders for decades, which, by the way, is because the Democrats need to get new voters into the country, we have lost our country! America was founded on the Judeo-Christian world view. You have no identity apart from that, it’s not America, and by the way, we’re not the world’s babysitters! Economic nationalism is imperative to save our country, and by the way, this is not about corporations, it’s about working people, we’re talking workers!”

“This is the 21st century, you know? Has this all been a conspiracy, all this upwelling of international collaboration and cooperation?”
“You better believe it has been, globalism is the death of us. MAGA! baby, MAGA! We’ shout it out from the skyscrapers!”

“What the fuck are you talking about, asshole? How’d you ever pull off this ruse that you were an intellectual, anyway? Fake intellectuals, you and Gorka, and others. Don’t you ever get interested in other cultures, peoples, ways of doing things? I find it so striking and interesting when I hear other languages in the halls of my place over there. Hell, I lived in Africa for 8 years, and that was the thing – being plopped down into a different situation.”
“You’re hopeless. You’ve been listening the that liberal crap so long you can’t even think anymore.”

“You know, unlike you, I actually was a working man for 25 years. I fucking worked in factories, drove trucks and cabs, picked fruit in the orchards and crushed grapes in the wineries, I dug ditches for rich folk’s houses (with a view), endlessly raked clods of clay to landscape fancy ranch houses. I walked on 2 X 4 exterior wall plates, 3 floors up from a rocky ground. What the fuck have you done? Goldman Sacks? Some crappy and shallow political film rants, running a shoddy and poorly researched website that stirs up hate and vengeance?”
I think he was a little taken aback by my autobiography. He could tell that I was not a bullshitter, and, as much as he hated to admit it, he knew that that I had one over on him.

“Look, you can believe what you want to believe, and I’ll believe what I know. We’re gonna take this country over, better resign yourself to it.”
“I doubt it, asshole. I really do.  That’s not a world I want to live in, and I’m nowhere near alone in that.”

“Well, maybe you won’t have to. Live in it, I mean.”
He got up and kind of shuffled off, to somewhere. He seemed to think he knew where he was going. Right then I felt something plop down next to me on the bench. It was another old guy, disheveled and in rumpled clothes. His breath came with difficulty.

“How long have you been on the streets?’ I asked.

“Too long.” he answered. “I’m hungry.”

He was truly miserable. He needed help. I had a dollar in my wallet. It seemed like I should give it to him. But how would that help him? I felt pretty helpless, because it seemed that the only way to really help him was to forget my job and devote myself to this cause, or at least take a substantial chunk of time. Not too many of us can do that, and I’m way too selfish to even try. Why deny it?
“Good luck.” I told him. Bannon would probably say that this guy would have a job if it wasn’t for all the illegal immigrants. I had some serious doubts about that. But there was an inalienable truth that continually reverberated in my ears: we’re all full of crap. From our puny perspective, how could it be otherwise? I got up, crossed the street, and went back to work.