Что за херня, господа?
Creeping, encompassing
conspiracy.
Your hegemony cloaked in alleged legitimacy…
… seeks and seeps to destroy.
(And, we lament, so tired of being the eternal
misunderstood target)
(Lest you forget
the others
are philosophers)
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They have the girl posing with beer,
it accentuates her appeal,
for the target,
what they’d like to feel. …
Of course, it’s baloney,
bullshit,
phoney.
Look at the bottle,
closer,
it’s full,
and you are fools,
for believing
Estonian lies and hybrid warfare.
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Detachment,
allows everyone,
disparate,
to progress their agenda,
regardless of carnage.
Drugs, evil, gangs, pain.
…
Oliver North,
Sheepshead Bay hero,
yes man, can-do man,
are you listening?
Repenting?
…
Mixed-up,
real Americans,
know it’s complicated.
(…Please desist from blaming us
for everything…)
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That’s the sound of freedom, right there, said the preacher,
full of hubris and pride, pointing skyward at the fighter jet,
breaking the sound barrier, making the air shudder,
shattering the peace.
…
Indeed, that’s the sound of military-imposed “freedom”, I reply,
from a godless system, on high.
…
Happy Birthday,
to me, you and
America.
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If you think about it…
in a sense,
innocence
doesn’t live here any more.
The child has come of age and realizes the futility of it all. He/she withdraws. Taut. Ready to explode.
Quiet and deep-thinking, like a Finn, and all that entails.
(Bread basket travesty…)
… Molotov Cocktail.
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Happy Independence Day!
Six nights ago, and always…
M16s like candy,
agree or die.
…
El Presidente is our resident
patriotic rodent
(your oppressor,
our puppet dictator),
obedient to the true ruling classes,
backroom guys,
money gods,
sacred capitalist dogma.
…
Welcome, motherfuckers, to the land of the free,
coming to your country,
opening a factory,
giving you jobs,
“opportunities”,
putting you to work,
indeed…
…
Put down your AK-47s, too easy to use,
too enabling,
and listen to us
we’ll complicate your lives,
make things interesting,
give you everything you didn’t know you needed,
confuse,
exploit,
abuse.
“Fulfilment”…
…
Drink the kool-aid child and dream,
of freedom,
to buy hollow commodities,
with cocaine-laced dollars,
hell, yeah,
those bastards keep the economy going,
you in the gutter,
*our* dreams, riches and power intact.
Happy Interdependence Day, in deed and fact.
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They told me he wasn’t as vulgar as LBJ,
or,
as lecherous as JFK.
Indeed.
Nevertheless, in his own way…
…
When I walked into the office the chief was berating the intelligent-looking guy:
“For Christ’s sake, Henry, think big! Let’s get nuclear, goddammit!”
Mortified at the blasphemy, involuntarily I laughed.
Bemused, they looked through me, a woman,
an open door.
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Every thought you think.
Every urge you indulge and/or struggle against.
(… Resist!)
Every order you obey.
Everything you say.
Every word you read and/or hear,
affecting, …
infecting your perspective.
Constant barrage,
constantly compromised.
Trust no one.
Your time will come.
Kompromat.
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“You’ve heard of the bald-hairy-bald-hairy theory, for our leaders, right?”
I nodded.
“Well, I apply it to women,” he said, looking downward, meaningfully, expectantly…
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Happy Anniversary!
Do you remember youthful days at the beach?
…
“We must celebrate and protect
what was collectively gained,
prosperity will flow,
perpetual
cycle
of
pain…”
…
Tomorrow a cheap passage across the Atlantic,
mixed with Eisenhower’s chagrin.
Hurrah!
Ride the wave, let’s begin,
together we’ll go far,
around the world
and back again.
Military…
Industrial…
Complex.
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