Truth Hurts
What the fuck?
Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK??
People just want to live their lives without fear of oppression and suppression.
Parents just want to raise their children in a safe, secure, and peaceful world.
Children just want to learn, laugh, and play without fear of being sniped or blown up.
No one cares about your nostalgically misguided view of Russian imperialism.
Fuck you and everything you stand for.
Sincerely,
The world
Flipping between channels this morning.
Ja Morant dunk highlights and Ukrainians struggling for their lives.
NFL Draft teasers and Russian Cruise Missiles blasting into apartment buildings.
Safe in my power recliner, sipping hot coffee, my snoring dog at my feet.
Just a few weeks ago, like me, Ukrainians lived their lives peacefully.
I imagine my Ukrainian counterpart sitting in his apartment, watching TV, petting his cat, enjoying life’s simple pleasures.
Life can turn on a dime, especially after 4 years of an American president heaping praise on autocratic dictators – softening the ground for anti-democratic movements around the globe, lauding dictators for their “strength” while bashing long-standing alliances.
If you think what is happening in Ukraine today can’t happen in America tomorrow, you’re kidding yourself.
There are anti-democratic forces in congress, and the de facto leader of the Republican party continues to praise and refuses to denounce a murderous thug’s invasion of Ukraine.
Keep this in mind when heading to the ballot box in 2022 and 2024.
Ukrainians are fighting for their lives and their freedom.
Their country is under attack, and their sovereignty is threatened by a thuggish dictator, drunk on nostalgia and looking to impose authoritarianism on a country that poses no threat to him or his country.
And rather than condemn the actions and motives of the Russian President, Mike Pompeo and Former President Trump praise him for his tactics, lending aid and comfort to a true enemy of democracy.
This is utterly unsurprising, as Trump’s 4-year presidency is littered with examples of praise for authoritarian rulers and governments. And don’t hold your breath for Republican leadership to condemn Trump or Pompeo, as today’s Republican party is infested with anti-democratic seditionists who are beholden to Trump and foreign influencers.
The threat to western democracy in Europe is genuine. Another Trump presidency would act as a linchpin and accelerant for anti-democratic forces abroad and in America.
We should all keep that in mind when we head to the ballot box in 2022 and 2024.
Flushing handwritten notes down the toilet while your flunkies furiously pack away official documents to be taken secretly to another location is not the act of an innocent man.
President Trump’s behavior surrounding white house documents mirrors that of a meth dealer who hears a sharp knock on his door in the middle of the night.
Crap-casting Rogan and Young-loving streamers
Fact-blasting moron, artists and dreamers
Free speech and fact breach, they dance and they stab
Truth in the morgue on a cold marble slab
Drip-drying wet naps on Vin Diesel’s Daisy
Popcorn and Pepsi with Martin Scorsese
Grifting and grafting on quaaludes and blow
Gaetz in sex traffic with nowhere to go
Oath Keeping Proud Boys, soldiers in waiting
“My Pillow hucksters” gaslighting and baiting
Fascists and fucktards fall from the sky
Democracy’s gone in the blink of an eye
Hopscotch and whiskey, Sorry and Twister
Rebellion and UNO with Vlad Putin’s sister
Records and transcripts get flushed in the can
Truth getting trumped by a fat orange man
Cow tipping junkies and pill-popping tweakers
Political flunkies in loafers and sneakers
Gazpacho Goosestepping Capital cops
Malevolent Marjorie, she never stops
Fuck headlines and deadlines
Bread, milk, and inflation
The next time you vote
for the soul of your nation
Carry integrity into the booth
Raile against liars
and vote for the truth
I found a dead ladybug
on the sill of my window today
Just a few days prior
I witnessed her flying around my bedroom
and wondered,
trapped inside my sunny domicile,
with frost on the windows,
did she long for the warmth
of late summer days
and leafy plants on my kitchen patio?
She was a lifeless faded orange
hard, shiny, and smooth
her legs tightly tucked
into her flat underside
I slid her on to a piece of printer paper
carried her down the staircase
that goes from the bedroom to the kitchen
and placed her gently in a potted plant
in the warmth of the morning sun
If casting Rudy Giuliani on “The Masked Singer” doesn’t make you question the state of our society, I don’t know what will.
That story exemplifies societal rot and apathy. A rating-grubbing stunt that also served as a slap in the face to American democracy and justice.
A gross attempt by the Fox-based television show to minimalize the seditious acts by Trump and his shit-sweating-democracy-subverting cohort.
Kudos to the judges who walked off in protest.
Dear Joe Rogan:
Stop equivocating diversity of opinions with what you’re doing, which is pandering to an audience who desperately wants their politically motivated, anti-science views and opinions validated.
Sincerely,
Concerned and Educated Americans
Scattered thoughts
in worry’s kettle
they boil, bubble
and test your mettle
Your day gets buried
by tomorrow
Deep distress
morphs into sorrow
Sorrow blooms
into despair
With eyes shut tight
you cut your hair
You live your days
inside a stare
Stained coffee cups
are everywhere
The blinking light’s
unanswered calls
Just windows, ceiling,
and four walls
Kitchen trash
and rotting fruit
Dirty laundry
crumpled suit
Gripped by it
it sticks like tape
Thoughts are formed
and then take shape
and so, you plan
your great escape
Then . . .
The sun
Seeps through
the blinds one day
Her emergence
takes your breath away
You brush your teeth
You comb your hair
A welcome break
from your despair
You hope it lasts;
you pray it does
Then it dawns on you
That hope is “was”
Because . . .
“was” is change
always pending
A twisting road
unknown and bending
I was depressed
it went away
It stuck to me
but did not stay
It will return
of this I’m sure
Because was is was
it’s not a cure
Still,
keep “was” close
in your darkest hour
Because “was” is hope
and hope is power
Chrome covered rosebuds and dyslexic daisies
Dirt-devil divas and wombats with rabies
Blue bloodless fem-bots
that drop from the sky
Misogyny dies in the blink of an eye
Dipshits in red hats with white MAGA letters
Grunge bands with new tats of Cobains and Vedders
Palm trees and face plants
a rip in the sky
Ginger loves Mary Ann’s Coconut pie
Deep-seated distrust and misinformation
Biscuits with deadbolts and sex doll inflation
Mad rants and just cants
a flask full of lies
The truth falls asleep to our sad lullabies
Sinatra and Martin, Carson and Rickles
Bone chips on blood-stained pennies and nickels
Douchebags and despots
About to ally
To map out our lives on the wings of a fly
bendingtheneedle