think themselves “The Just”.
What we think of them,
they think of us.
Sadly, with people,
'twas ever thus.
Brutus and Bonaparte. Attila the Hun.
Are they the bad guys just 'coz
the other guys won?
One happy thought is,
no matter how rotten,
for those who survive them,
bad guys are forgotten.
Except, of course,
in history courses
depending on who and
what are the sources.
Throughout Eurasia,
looking hither and yon,
one finds few fans
of Genghis Khan,
save in Mongolia
where he is revered
as that nation's
national hero.
Eight hundred years on
would it be a surprise
if Donald were seen
in a similar guise?
As he himself says,
“We'll see. Time will tell.”
I put the odds at
snowball in hell.
Looking back at what
I said in beginning
should we be in fear
of GOP winning?
Stick a fork in it.
It's over and done.
Open your eyes.
We lost. They won.
Not every Republicans
equally craved
destroying America
in order to save it.
It's like before, when
with joyful rambunction,
to stay in power,
they undid Reconstruction.
Now we will have
new tribulations
in both domestic
and foreign relations.
Still I have hope
we may change gears—
in three or four
hundred more years.
Æthelred the Unrædy* was not well advised,
that nickname's an Old English joke.
Other than that he was not a bad fellow,
contemporaries
found him a rather good bloke†.
Later historians have been less kind
for reasons time has obscured.
This suggests to discerning observers
your rep when you're dead cannot be assured.
Continual changing and rearranging
after you go can be life-changing.
————————— * His
epithet does not derive from the modern word “unready”, but
rather from the Old English unræd meaning “poorly advised”; it
is a pun on his name, which means “well advised”. — Wikipedia † “[A] tall, handsome man, elegant in manners, beautiful
in countenance and interesting in his deportment.” —
Ibid
WHAT
is the meaning of meaning?
WHY
does it fail to explain?
EVER
much of anything, really?
NOT!
that I mean to complain.
HOWEVER
I am of the opinion
IF
God had a half of a brain
THEN
he would call everything off
NEVER!
to try it again.
Nothing amounts to a hill of beans.
Not that it matters whatever it means.
If you find your world going kerflooey
you'd best form a friendship with this guy called Louis.
Many concerned
with privacy issues
seem to be unaware
for 95% of our history
we roamed nomadicly
gathering, hunting,
without decent plumbing.
There were no bath
or other rooms —
so sly eyes could pry on
shy “brides” and “grooms”.
Never was there
a lid on your id.
Everyone knew
whatever you did.
Privacy “loss”?
Media hype!
All that it is
is reverting to type.
Hugh Hefner held,
as you may be aware,
there could be an “l”
in pubic hair.
Trump lawyer: ‘Nothing wrong with information from Russians’
On Fox News Sunday, he claimed Robert Mueller’s 448-page report. . .was full of “calumny, lies and distortion”.
On CNN’s State of the Union, the former New York mayor. . .claimed the special counsel’s team
“came close to torturing people”. . . .
Asked on NBC’s Meet the Press why Trump was so angry at Mueller and
former White House counsel Don McGahn, a key witness, Giuliani replied:
“Because they tried to frame him.”
RUDYLAND, April 22
This so-called report? A fat pack of lies
saying my client is innocent.
Even if he had committed his crimes,
being caught at it was NOT his intent.
Now I, his lawyer, speak freely — at last! —
now that Most Holy Easter is past.
Given this man whom I represent
I should never have given up lying for Lent.
With truth and lies you have to be coy or
give up pretending you are a lawyer.
We're so sorry dearest Donald
We're so sorry Mueller caused you so much pain
We're so sorry dearest Donald
But your future still looks Stormy
And we ain't talking rain
We're so sorry but WE have only loving thinks to say
We're so sorry dearest Donald
But we really did believe you were headed for the clink
We're so sorry dearest Donald
But Bob Mueller had not a lot to say
We're sorry dearest Donald
But the Dems are on your case and you'll still be put away
I'm in Putin's pocket (pocket)
I am Putin's guy
I'm in Putin's pocket (pocket)
I am Putin's guy
Billy Barr told me
he would fix things up and I would go Scot-free
I ate a few Big Macs (my usual snacks) and put on a tie
(I always snacks on Macs it helps me to relax — make napkin of my tie)
I'm in Putin's pocket (pocket)
I am Putin's guy
I'm in Putin's pocket (pocket)
I am Putin's guy
Golf a little lard ass, play a round (play a round)
Use golf cart keep your feet up off the ground
Golf a little, play a round
Golf a little lard ass, play a round (play a round)
Use golf cart keep your feet up off the ground
Golf a little, play a round
I'm in Putin's pocket (pocket)
I am Putin's guy
I'm in Putin's pocket (pocket)
I am Putin's guy
One is forced to conclude
Murdoch's Opinion Minions,
each one an prominent sage,
were so busy yesterday fudging the facts
they'd no time to read the front page.
When I think of God, I see David Attenborough.
(I'm white.)
If you're Black you may see James Earl Jones.
Or, perhaps, Nelson Mandela.
(But nobody from Game Of Thrones.)
If they know what's good for 'em,
Russians see Putin.
North Koreans, their Trinity Kims.
If they wish to thrive the Chinese see Xi,
although they may not exactly love him.
All the world's people see their leaders as gods.
This could not be. What are the odds?
American Christians see Trump as their Savior,
ignoring his chronic Satanic behavior.
While this point I've no wish belabor,
did not some ONE say, “Love me and thy neighbor?”
Greedy-for-power “BELIEVERS”
speedily into Trump's bed leapt,
knowing full-well there is no commandment,
if he's even heard of it, he's ever kept.
When confronted, they offer “So what's?”
and ignore Jeremiah in re leopard's spots.
AND FURTHERMORE
NO JUSTICE OBSTRUCTION
TOO BUSY HERE
WITH STANDARD CORRUPTION
LIKE WHEN A HOOKER SAYS
"THANK YOU SO MUCH"
WHEN I DESPOIL HER
WITH MY TRUMPISH TOUCH
(IT'S CHEAPER THAN MIDAS
AND BY MY BEDSIDE)
EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE
CAN BE BOUGHT AND SOLD
WHEN YOU ARE PLATED
IN FIVE CARET GOLD
(OR EVEN GOLD VARNISH
IF YOU HIDE THE TARNISH)
HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR SESSION'S RECUSAL
THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN MY BUSINESS AS USUAL
[updated April 18, 2019 4:38 p.m. EDT]
[updated April 18, 2019 3:11 p.m. EDT]
In smaller U.S. cities and rural areas, demographic decline is a painful reality. Hungary is worried about a declining population. So is Japan. Even China.
It’s an economic truism: Growing populations drive economies.
But in this era of climate change, is it wiser to have fewer people to house, feed and provide power for?
A street in Tokyo. Toru Hanai/Reuters
Globally, a smaller population would “make a difference, certainly,” said Joseph Chamie, a former U.N. population official. “Fewer people means fewer items consumed, and fewer resources used, so your carbon footprint would be less.”
But limiting population growth, he said, can’t solve the environmental problems caused by mass production and consumption.
And companies whose business models rely on constant growth have little incentive to change. More customers and more consumption mean more profits.
“We can try to maintain the quality of the environment,” Mr. Chamie said. “But we have to change our mind-set regarding how the economy moves.”
IN POINT OF FACT, April 16
Capitalism. It says it depends
on population expansion that never ends.
That people can breed without restriction
is Capitalism's most favored fiction. I am not saying that's a pipe dream. To me it seems more Ponzi scheme.
“There's always more land, there's always more oil,
Trump tweets he would ‘FIX’ and ‘REBRAND’ Boeing 737 Max (Paywall)
. . .he said that if he were in charge of the American aviation giant — as
opposed to, say, the executive branch — he would “FIX the Boeing 737
MAX, add some additional great features, & REBRAND the plane with a
new name.”
I have, forever, been of the opinion
that life must, in essence, suck.
If you say, at the moment, yours doesn't. . .
well, that is simply dumb luck
of the draw.
Given time, LIFE
evens the score.
Sooner or later everyone's beaten.
An unfortunate few may even be eaten
alive by creatures deriving
much needed nourishment
by hunting us
despite discouragement
from precautions we take.
To many things hungry
you look like steak.
To lions and leopards and monitor lizards
who, given the chance, devour your gizzards,
as you feel entitled to do onto other
animals missing their mothers,
animals who are not, like us, vicious,
animals, who we find delicious,
slaughtered and stewed in their own juices
for which activity we make no excuses.
We see no need to ever refrain
from claiming our place atop the food chain.
A position ordained by most of our Gods.
(Except for a few whom we think odd.)
And, yes, other animals hunt one another.
It is not pretty, though it is efficient.
If bloody.
This essential, usual cruelty,
whether you're diner or dinner,
is evolution's one sole solution.
Everyone loses. No one's a winner.
Universal urges to eat
leads living things to kill and compete
for resources in order to feed —
unthinking instinct continues the breed.
I have, forever, been of the opinion
that life must, in essence, suck.
If you say, at the moment, yours doesn't. . .
well, that is simply dumb luck
of the draw.
Given time, LIFE
evens the score.
If you think about it
it isn't preposterous
for you to conclude
the Earth is a hospice.
All life, all species,
of course, are ephemeral,
to try to deny it
is mental Demerol.
Believe if you must
in God we trust,
don't make a fuss,
we're essentially dust
from which we come
to which we'll go,
that is the game
goodbye, hello.
This hospice, however,
is poorly run.
(I assume that's not
news to anyone.)
Lacking in comfort,
lacking in calm,
chock-full of things
causing us harm,
indifferent as to
whether we're well.
You know what it is?
It's a hospice from hell.
A hospice designed
essentially
by Donald Trump
and his GOP
with the intent
to put in your head
this is so awful
you'd be better dead
rather than here
with hapless bystanders
who are so distressed
they'd elect Bernie Sanders
which is not a solution
in times like these
all it would be
is different disease.
N.B. At variance with our usual practice, the “lyrics” below are not meant to be — indeed, cannot be — sung to the tune. Intent is to set the mood.
BETWEEN DONALD'S EARS, April 7
I envy everyone who isn't me
because they have me to envy.
What is there to life if life does not test you,
if no one and nothing ever can best you?
I have the best words. And the most bestest money.
I have the best sex. (Ask one of my honeys.)
I have the best lawyers. (Now that Cohen is gone.)
I've had the best wives I could cheat on.
I have the best children. (Except Junior and Eric.)
I have the best followers. (They think I'm hysterical.)
I have the best network, my FOXes and Friends.
(The one in the middle, does she have a boyfriend?)
I eat the the best burgers. I play the best golf.
If I had a reindeer, it would be Rudolph.
(If a reindeer could be Ey-tal-ee-an-ie,
I'd have the best with Rudolph Giuliani.).
I've the best administration ever assembled.
There's never been one that could resemble
my cohort of schemers, liars and freaks,
incompetent relatives, providers of leaks,
these grubby grifters, this fine bunch of crooks
each a backstabber, who'll write a book
saying my White House is one piece of work
calling me an in-CO-herent jerk,
distracted, disorganized, discombobulated,
confused, corrupted, hair corrugated,
only concerned with my orange-y image,
eating junk food, avoiding spinach,
driving the the country to rack and ruin
too Dunning Kruger to know what I'm doing.
That's what your life is if you are me.
Oh, to have someone who I could envy.
You know, folks, Karl Darwin tells lotsa lies.
Says he sees Kapital's impending demise
in this OrangesSpecies Communist Manifest
evolving worker and peasant unrest.
Well, I'll tell you. I'm not being funny. . .
workers and peasants don't have my money
because the fact is, dumb bastards pay taxes.
Who cares anyway what peasants say
and replaceable workers are in the way
of we fantastic billionaire builders
who are so successful that it bewilders
schmucks with brains by FOX fermented,
making them even more discontented
driving them to vote GOP
making it certain they'll reelect me
who they adore,
Donaddled Trump,
for four years more.
After me, eight years of Ivanka.
Dead German dad (Fred)
would have said, „Danke“.
In an extract from his book on Donald
Trump and golf, Rick Reilly explains why the president’s game can
tell us more about him than a roomful of psychologists
THE UNMISSING LINKS, April 2
Isn't it now apparent to all
the world's not my oyster,
the world's my golf ball
my Yahweh complex
I'm best at sex
it helps me relax so I can tweet
“I, Donald Trump, can never be beat”
except by my father
(long dead),
dear daddy Fred,
drumming TRUMP MEANS YOU WIN
inside my
head
that is the one,
the sole reason
only
I want to cry,
I am so lonely,
a lost little boy
who lives to
annoy
everyone,
everywhere,
every country
where anyone thinks they are better than
me
which I know
you already knew
it's the one thing about me demonstrably true
that is why I
defensively fold
(see all my gold)
my arms before me
my crowds adore me
Starting 5000 years ago, the Yamnaya embarked on a violent
conquest of Europe. Now genetic analysis tells their tale for the
first time
“I’ve become increasingly convinced
there must have been a kind of genocide,” says Kristian Kristiansen
at the University of Gothenburg, Sweden.
Almost all people of European descent
can trace their paternal origins back to inhabitants of the Eurasian
steppe....these people, known as the Yamnaya, and their descendants
travelled across the continent during the Neolithic replacing locals
– particularly the men – as they went.
EUROPE, April 1
DNA studies show Europeans
descended from violent invaders,
who, if these studies be true,
efficiently dispatched indigenous males
from Balkans to Finland,
from Turkey to Wales
to Scotland, Ireland,
to Spain, Scandinavia. . .
indulging in unpleasant behavior.
