Is today the day?

 

Human vulnerability and mortality fuel the undercurrent
Undercurrent of doom washes over the consciousness
The mind wanders / wonders / worries; Is today the day?

Will the teamed up scourge; pitiless overlord and minion
Akin to a knows-no bounds, jackbooted marauder / intruder
Kick down our doors; pummel our bodies into lifelessness?

Fill in his name, opportunistic overlord deems virus his minion
The virus laughs its ass off; knows fully well vice versa applies
The power-struggle destined / doomed to end in stalemate?

The subjugated bystanders; both the worried sick / sickened
Unproductively cry-out our outrage and / or cry our eyes dry
While all death liberated souls soar heavenward, we wonder?

Is today the day?
Is today the day?
Is today the day?

 

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‘Neath His Veneers

Meet the unruly ruler; delve ‘neath his veneers
Off the forward path / high road, he too often veers

He slashes freedom and funds, with talon sharp sheers
He’s counseled by yes-men, who are horses’ rears

He revels in fan’s cheers; reviles his foes’ jeers
Turns blind eye to the latter, who cry into beers

Evil eyes ever-glinting, his lecherous leers
His mouth more than hinting, at sadistic sneers

His snout snorts ire’s fire, which scorches and sears
Off yuge giant head, protrude right-slanted ears

His brainbox befuddled by stripped toothless gears
He’s morally bankrupt, life’s accounts in arrears

He’s been friendless from birth, hath not genuine peers
Run for your life! Watch your back! Whenever he nears!

 

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Pandemic Pandemonium Poem

 

Pandemic’s same old, new dawn; bad news stories playback
Trump’s truculence and treason; he bleats / Tweets his attack
I can’t resist online retorts; the tooth-for-tooth type payback.

“That bastard burned down our homeland!”, I shout and cry
In fetal ball I next curl up; bawl my eyeballs bloodshot / dry
By dusk, eyes bleary / head weary; dreamland’s worth a try.

Can I dream up exit plan, to someday soon, flee the coop?
Safely free all huddled masses, from our damned time-loop?
Or, awaken again, right back at my poem’s Line-One stoop?

 

 

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Dumb Donald’s Suit

For optimal effect, prior to playing back the clip, above, read the set up, below…

From 1973 – 82, long before the Real Donald became a (four-letter) household word, we found the clever (clairvoyant?) Match Game writers submitting Dumb Donald scenarios for emcee Gene Rayburn to recite to the panelists, contestants and all who were playing along in the home and studio audiences… situations such as…

“When the lawyer threatened Dumb Donald with a suit,
Dumb Donald said, ‘I’ll take one with ________________!’”

So, re today’s Real Donald, where does that bygone writing staff’s prescience come into play?

To say the very least… today’s Donald is all too familiar with courtroom venues and attorneys-at-law.

To say a bit more… when it comes down to the legal proceedings’ hauling-in-your-ass phase, today’s Donald has been both the dragger and draggee. Since he’s renowned for making false / frivolous accusations and being accused of a (dirty) laundry list of crimes (too numerous to mention, HERE) he has wasted away most of his (alleged) adult life by lawyering up and clogging judges’ courtroom dockets… and in the process… tuckering out these adjudicators, too!

Hmm, at this point, there’s a need to discuss the minutiae. Ergo, I’d like to request a sidebar conference…

Your Honor, unlike my previous Dumb Donald posts, our above video presentation involves the entire Match Game episode. To hear Mr. Rayburn’s specific Round-3 Dumb Donald “testimony” you’ll need to FF to 12:28. Since the playback won’t autostop at 13:49, I’ll leave it to your discretion to either click stop or let everything play out to clip’s end.

That duly noted, it’s just about time to scroll upward… to discover how well contestant John Gordon will fare in his attempt to match the celeb panelists…

Hmm… knowing what we do know about the Real Donald, here’s how I’d fill in Mr. Rayburn’s blank…

“When the lawyer threatened Dumb Donald with a suit,
Dumb Donald said, ‘I’ll take one with a pair of handcuffs!’”

Maybe you’d like to play along, too? Let’s read it again…

“When the lawyer threatened Dumb Donald with a suit,
Dumb Donald said, ‘I’ll take one with ________________!’”

Hmm, why not enter your response in the comment section, below?

 

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The Epitome of the Parody (Vid of the Day)

The Song Facts copied and pasted from Roy Zimmerman’s YouTube Channel…

Vote Him Away #2 (The Liar Tweets Tonight)
by Roy Zimmerman and The ReZisters
featuring Peggy Seeger, Jay Siegel of the Tokens, Vicki Randle,
George Kahumoku Jr. Sandy Riccardi and Philipos Melaku-Bello.

“The Lion Sleeps Tonight” words and music by Solomon Linda.
Parody lyrics by Ede Morris, Roy Zimmerman and Melanie Harby.

Check out the Token’s version, too…

 

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Fortune Cookie Blog (tick…tick…tick…)

 

Humanity’s survival instinct must really be mucked up when 4 out of 10
electors can still muster up the mindless desire to bestow another 4 year
term upon a mucked-up-in-the-head, head of state; a cocksure dickhead,
who thinks magical thinking can outwit his run amok mindless microbe;
which, as of minute 29, hour 19, day 4, month 8, year 2020, has sickened
to death 160,000+ stateside souls; and STILL counting… tick… tick…tick…

 

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Art Imitates Life! NSFW!

 

Other than on my homepage, the Stick-Figure Narcissist Fascist… below… who needs no further introduction… will not likely appear aligned center and orange hued, as intended! NOPE, nowhere else on the www! So, who is he?

There are ample clues. Note his mangy question-mark hairdo, “deer caught in the headlights” expression / vacuous eyes, yuge never shut pie-hole, two middle fingered tiny hands, man boobs, corpulent belly, considerable ass and… sparing no detail… per Stormy’s testimonial… his inadequate “junk”.

Seeing how virtually everything he says and does is the embodiment of obscenity and poor taste… well… an “artist’s” rendering… no matter how abstract… must faithfully capture everything.

 

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Dumb Donald’s Din-Din (and Din)

For optimal effect, prior to playing back the clip, above, read the set up, below…

From 1973 – 82, long before the Real Donald became a (four-letter) household word, we found the clever (clairvoyant?) Match Game writers submitting Dumb Donald scenarios for emcee Gene Rayburn to recite to the panelists, contestants and all who were playing along in the home and studio audiences… situations such as…

Rayburn: “Dumb Donald is soooooooo dumb…
Audience: “How dumb is he?”
Rayburn: “Once he tried to ____ a TV Dinner.”

Soooooooo, just how do the two Donalds’ worlds meet?

Whoa! Time Out!

Setting aside the clairvoyance, momentarily, it doth seem some déjà vu is in play here, too.

Have we not seen this clip before? Well, as it turns out, my previous post (timestamped 12/04/19), allowed us to catch a different glimpse of couch potato Dumb Donald’s odd TV viewing habits.

And I ask… what better way to showcase how the two Donalds’ worlds converge?

Think about it…

Me: Match Game soothsayers felt a compulsion that was soooooooo strong…
You: How strong was it?
Me: They just had to tap, anew, into Real Donald’s compulsion for all things TV!

All of which adds further credence to the speculation that their minds were functioning on a higher plane of existence. This time, they even managed to allude to the Real Donald’s penchant for pigging out on nutritionally low quality, unhealthy fare while gorging on the garbage… the psychotic hogwash… the undeserved praise… which the FOX TV network “personalities” constantly cook up to feed Delusional Donald.

The only good that can come out of any of that crap is the Real Donald’s concurrent state of stupor and sloth. If humanity is fortunate, such sluggishness will bog down his evil plot to topple Democracy, Decency, Liberty and the American Dream. Maybe… just maybe… all he’ll be able to muster will be an endless series of disgusting, high decibel burps and farts.

Ahem… all things considered…

This would be the opportune moment to scroll back up to our clip… to discover how well contestant Debbie Rich will fare in her attempt to match the celeb panelists…

 

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An Unhealthy Respect For Corona-V

 

I don’t envy the learned, respectable Dr. Anthony Fauci and his colleagues. They face down, daily, one helluva thankless, exhausting task. Yet, stunningly and regrettably, their Job #1 has not been pandemic management. Instead, they must prioritize the mollycoddling of Prima Donna Donny, who barely functions at the preschooler level.

Were they to upstage / upset that capricious, narcissistic man-child, he’d gleefully fire them all… and worse yet… hire quack successors, such as his newfound false god, one Stella Immanuel, who, not unlike Donny, is renown for foisting off deadly, bizarre fantasies as if they’re what??? Established epidemiological facts???

Let’s not get into any specifics, here, seeing how too frequent repetition of Donny’s and Stella’s flat-out falsehoods always risks morphing them into pandemic promoting, fake truths… well… at least within the so-called minds of the gullible.

Instead, let’s consider how Donny has pissed away over half a year. He’s been frantically, desperately ISO anyone who… anything that… would, even remotely, conform to his magical thinking. Had he spent even a minuscule fraction of that time embracing the time-honored science, he could’ve prevented tens of thousands of agonizing COVID-19 deaths.

By now, he could’ve even honestly declared himself the Conquering Corona-V Superhero… be even taking his victory lap… as in… all the way to the Election Day finish line. Not that I’d ever want him to snag a second term… but… you know… just saying. But… to return to reality…

It has been the medical community’s angst (re the provocation of Trumpian tantrums), which has been severely crippling a desperately needed, far more aggressive war effort against the pitiless Corona-V. And while I do respect Fauci and his associates, there’s no denying that Donny has successfully coerced them into watering down the metrics… just to make them conform to his politically motivated agenda to reopen COVID-19 ravaged regions too fast and too soon (and Donny’s standing orders to slow down testing can only further corrupt said data).

More specifically, doctors having little choice but to play along with toddler Trump, concurrently plays down the role of the presymptomatic and asymptomatic individuals, who, lull the masses into a false all-is-well mindset, which in turn, emboldens non-masked, non-socially distancing party hearty yahoos, who, in turn, hit the awash with humanity beaches, frequent the jam-packed taverns and attend a sundry of superspreading events… inclusive of pandemic parties, religious revivals, political rallies, etc.

In the end, revelers have become little more than the patsies of a pitiless pathogen… one that plays them like trump cards… thereby further tightening its figurative and quite literal chokehold on humanity.

With safe, efficacious vaccines and therapeutics still in the R and D stage, nothing short of a month long global shutdown… AS IN NOW… will suffice. Seeing how that ain’t gonna happen, we must ask two disturbing Qs. What if, as I type / you read…

• Pandemic survivors’ immunity is only short-lived?
• Corona-V is mutating into an unconquerable supervirus?

An unhealthy respect for Corona-V could render COVID-19 the death of us all.

 

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