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5 months ago on Mike Luckovich

Gas price melter in a summer swelter
The Cons leavin’ women without any shelter
Equal rights are falling fast
⛔
Freedom and choice landed foul and wouldn’t pass
The cons so pompous outlawing in mass
The jester tweeted all mine at last
☂
Now the carbon air was wafting doom
While oilmen played a drilling tune
We all got up to dance
Ohh, but we never got the chance
⛽
‘Cause the SCOTUS tried to take the field
Would the people refuse to yield?
Do you recall what twitter revealed
The day Democracy died?
☭
Oh, and here we all are in Wiki’s database
Twelve generations host this race
With no time left to start again
➰
So come on Justice be nimble, Justice be quick
Teflon Don spat out his oily shtick
’Cause cash is the devil’s only friend
Ω
Oh and as we watched him on the stage
Our hands were clenched in fists of rage
Fascists bound for Hell
Cast that Satan’s spell
⚒
And as the money flowed into the right
To fund their sacrificial might
We saw Satan laughing with delight
The day Democracy died
☻
We met a World that sings the greens
And we asked her for some happy scenes
But she just smiled and turned away
⚠
We went down to the Justice store
Where we’d won our freedom years before
But the judge there said democracy couldn’t stay
⚖
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The liberty bells all were broken
⛈
And if the three men we admire the most
Thomas, George, and James’ ghosts
Could rise up they’d cry foul the most
The day Democracy died
➿
They were singing
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day
5 months ago on Mike Luckovich

Not so long ago
We can still remember how
Our country used to make us smile
And we knew that we would see
That we could keep the people free
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
✨
But one November made me shiver
When all the ballots were delivered
Bad news on the doorstep
We couldn’t take one more step
♨
I Can’t remember if we cried
When we read about his blatant lies
Something touched us deep inside
The day Democracy died
So
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
⛎
Did you burn the book of love?
And do you ignore your God above?
Does the Bible tell you so?
Do you believe in justice whole?
Can freedom save your mortal soul?
And somehow you think we don’t already know?
☁
Well, we know that you’re in bed with him
‘Cause we saw you colluding, treason’s sin
You both picked who would lose
Man, we don’t dig these puritan screws
☢
Joe was an aging hero up on a donkey
Alas a pink slip debate made it all go wonky
But we knew he was out of luck
The day Democracy died
♘
Now it’s fifteen minutes we’ve been on our own
And trouble grows fast and more is sown
But that’s not how it used to be
➗
When the jester tweeted it all away
With hatred, lies, and believe what I say…
In a style that came from you and me
⚡
Oh and while the eagle was looking down
The jester sold her sacred gown
We the People were adjourned
No progress was returned
♕
And while Fox lied about the reason
The Supremes laid out a plan for treason
And so began our nightmare season
The day Democracy died
⛅
about 1 year ago on Clay Jones

“In Court with The Mandarin Thing”
The someday plans of prison goons
Are sheltered from the sun
He’s quite a load, attorneys change
The tournament’s begun
The bailiff (dapper) says his piece
The jury softly cringe
Hearing wicked lies from his tongue
In court with the Mandarin Thing
°
The keeper of the prison keys
Jangles loud in his dreams
He whiffed outside the Capitol’s door
With insufficient schemes
The black queen chants the people’s charge
The cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the justice witch
In court with the Mandarin Thing
°
The defense posts threatening screens
Whilst plotting return to power
We chase the truth, slip to slip
To taste the sweet and sour
The red hat jester lifts his hand
The arguments begin
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In court with the Mandarin Thing
°
On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke
They run to grasp divining tweets
To satisfy the hoax
The red hat jester does not say
But wildly pulls his strings
And frowns as his puppets squeal
In court with the Mandarin Thing
☮
King Crimson
Fripp, Sinfield, Lake, McDonald, Giles
about 1 year ago on M2Bulls

Don’t ask him why…

Why I’m a greedy guy
I’m greedy noon and nighty-night-night
My greed is a fright
I’m greedy high and low
But don’t ask me why
‘cause he don’t know
⛣
It’s not for lack of bread
I get lots from the Red
Suu-ck-errs…
⛣
Give me all your cash
Crispy beautiful cash
Shining, gleaming
Stolen, untaxed, bigly stacked
⛣
Pay me up to here-
Bribes, arm’s length or longer-
Here loans, there Jared
Everywhere bankrupt, bankrupt
Grift it, blow it
Long as suckers throw it
My Base
⛣
Let it fly in the vault
And not ever halt
Give a home to the Franklins in my hair
A home for cash
A hive after the election stash
Flippin’ ya the bird
There ain’t no words
For the stupid, dupe-ed, the dunder of my…
base
Blow it, stow it
Long as suckers throw it
My Base
⛣
oh say, can you see
my critter – if you can
then my rug’s too short
⛣
Down to cash
Use the stash?
Down to court
Rug too short?
⛣
don’t ever have to comb it
‘cause it just never grows
⛣
Everywhere bankrupt, bankrupt
Grift it, blow it
Long as suckers throw it
My Base
.
(apologies to Galt MacDermot & the entire cast)
over 1 year ago on Clay Bennett

American Heather Heyer was murdered by Nazis six years ago today. American Nazis. She was 32 years old, and her hometown was invaded by torch carrying low-life thugs. So she took a rare day off of work to peacefully march against hate.
They killed her.
Dozens of those very same Nazis participated in the attack on the U.S. Capitol, trying to prevent congress from certifying your votes for president. Most of them have been jury convicted and sentenced. After Heather’s death, a criminal (who was then President of the United States) declared that many of these murdering white-supremacist Nazis were fine people.
Fascists are now an endangered species here, and will receive no quarter in America. For all of us, the struggle to form a more perfect union continues.
over 1 year ago on Clay Bennett

Heather Angel
Never gonna ya do it
A world beyond
Heather angel you are somewhere
On the show
Don’t you think you would find
Where to go
I want to go dancing on the other side
I want to buy you another day
But the money’s gone
They brought guns and hatred
I don’t care about that
I just want you to be alive
And go to the other…
I don’t want money or looks
Have to decide
Passive
And you are dead in the name of it
And then we’d see yeh, yeh
Then you’d see
The relationship
And walking I see you in the clouds
And I fall for
I would fall for you
I would…
Forever
Goodbye, byeGoodbye
And that is all
STOP STOP
Sonic Youth
over 1 year ago on Steve Breen

And he…
…HE HIMSELF…
The Greatest Football Player
Did ante up to the real beast!
⚖
Welcome Struggle, bring your cheer
Cheer to all Fans far and near
⚖
Justice Day is in our grasp
So long as we have hands to clasp
⚖
Justice Day can always be
Just as long as We have We
⚖
Welcome Justice
While we stand
⚖
Heart to Heart
Holding Jim Brown’s hand
over 1 year ago on Steve Breen

Every Fan down in Fan-ville
The tall and the small
°
Was cheering and cheering!
Without any prejudice at all!
°
They COULDN’T stop Jim
Brown from running!
°
HE SCORED!
°
Somehow or other
He scored just the same!
°
And the Defense with their
Cleat-feet ice cold in the snow
°
Stood puzzling and puzzling:
“How could it be so?”
“He ran without blockers!”
“He ran without fumbles!”
“He scored without bragging, breaking, or drugs!”
°
They puzzled and puzzed ‘til
Their puzzlers were sore
°
Then the Defense thought of
Something they hadn’t before!
°
“Maybe Jim Brown…” they thought
“…isn’t owned by the Store.”
°
“Maybe this Man… perhaps…
means a little bit more!”
°
And what happened then?
Well… in Fan-ville they say
°
That the Fans’ small hearts
Grew three sizes that day!
°
And then… the true meaning
Of Equality came through
°
And Jim Brown found the
Strength of ten Nagurskis
(plus two)
°
And now that his heart
Didn’t feel quite so tight
°
Jim whizzed with his load
To the cause of civil rights
°
With a smile to the Camera
He descended Lambeau
°
Quietly leaving the Game
To Lead and Grow
°
He rushed into Glory
He brought back the joys
°
He brought back pride
To the Fan girls and boys
°
He brought back their balance
And their goals and examples
°
He brought back their obstinacy
Their daring, and chutzpah
°
He brought everything back
Back from the Field
↓
over 1 year ago on Ted Rall

Perhaps you would care for a little light entertainment while you wait? I have been composing a short opera. Would you like to hear a song or two?
- No, thank you.
Oh, you’ll love it. It’s a comedy. It’s calledThe Torturer’s Apprentice – here’s the overture:
The curtain rises on a typical everyday torture chamber. Ronsadork, the young apprentice, sings of his joy in his job
♫ A torturer’s apprentice went his merry way to work one day
I bend and stretch and ply my trade making people all afraid
But things look black
Business is slack
There’s no one on the rack but me ♫
Act four is set in an abattoir – I see a lot of slapstick – We begin with the arrival of the eunuchs’ chorus who sing ‘Cut Off in My Prime.’
♫ Cut off in my prime
Surrounded by beautiful women all the time
A eunuch’s life is hard, and nothing else ♫
– Excuse me a moment…
Oh, you won’t want to miss this aria. It reminds me of my school days in England!
♫ Life is rather like a game
It’s important that you win
And though it seem a terrible shame
If you lie and cheat and sin
Lay up and win the game!
I’m a modern man
These days I find you have to be
Awfully cruel to be kind
I’m a modern man
You will agree
It’s either you or me! ♫
– The Adventures of Baron Munchausen -
over 2 years ago on Pedro X. Molina

“Peace does not appear so distant as it did. I hope it will come soon, and come to stay; and so come as to be worth the keeping in all future time—
It will then have been proved that, among free men, there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and that they who take such appeal are sure to lose their case, and pay the cost.”
A. Lincoln – September 3, 1863