Manager Or My Anger

 

               Okay!  I’m just a guy!  And to me, I am a Just Guy!  And although I do not own the store, where I work at, I am a Man so I call myself The Manager.  I sure wish I could manage more!  Before this, I applied at several places.  And that was ‘Applied’ and not ‘My Application Lied.’ 

               I interviewed at several Nationals.  (I don’t even remember which Nations.)  Then there was Jewel.  (Whoever buys at that store sure has to pay the price of Jewelry.)  While I was in the midst of things, I also got into the mist of things by applying with these missed awful things, and that was such as  Osco.  (Us go here.  Us go there.  Us go Us go Everywhere.)  There also was a Ben Franklin.  (There I must have Been Frank with that Clerk, I mean Jerk,  too long.)  I even tried Walmart.  (Everyone there acts like they are Up Against the Wallet you Redneck Mother.)

               So, or Sow, finally I got accepted at Bill Grins.  You remember their commercials: “Bills Don’t Annoy!  Bills Ain’t That Big!  Oh Boy!  Oh Boy!  It Sure Is A Joy!”

               I was interviewed  by Amber Chandies.  She was the local franchisee of this Bill Grins.  Even though I now think I manage the store, and I interview potential employees (and boy, some of them sure are potent all)  I have to go through the store’s state office to get the one’s hired paid.  The girl at the office I call is Miss DearPayChecks.  Her office is in PayTilVain Iowa.  She never answers her phone.  I always have to leave a recorded message.  When I call, her the device goes, “Miss DearPayChecks!  Oh we pay full.  From Fee to Binding Fee…”

               A customer came up to me the other day and said, “I’m told you are the Manager.  You must one of the least King Bongs!”

               I said, “One of my staff told me that  they leased you two Sing Songs!”

               He complained, “Why must you keep trying to get along wrong?”

               I answered, “I do what I need.  You’re the one that keeps prying with your alcohol and your bong!”

               He shouted and left, “You are always swinging that wrong gong!”

               I then said to the staff member following me, “King Bong! I wish I were in Hong Kong.

Then I would claim I’m King Kong.”

               And he agreed with me, “That guy sure smelled wrong.  And he always spells wrong.  Couldn’t he see how his ions swell wrong?”

               I said what I felt, “ Lord deck that fister who threatened me like he was Sonny Lister.”

               My staffer then said, “We’re sure bored regarding those twisters, who keep trying to prove we are so damned.”

               I told him, “The next time one of them comes along I’ve got to  start getting my fist ready to keep hitting them.  When they’re a burden, they should disband.  When they come in a bunch, I should make them my lunch.  I’ll just tell them to shush.  Then they’ll  go to the bush.  Some might claim they are ahead of my rivals.  But they  are just trying to behead my survivals.”

               My salesman then told me he had to get back on the floor.  To give me a goodbye he said, “May the long horned be with you.”

               To which I replied, “And also with gnus.”

 

               As he rounded up another customer, that got me to thinking:

 

                              “Road skulls for field trips

We

We

The number of we is so small  that there is only me

May this fist first hit you

And slam all of you.”

 

               At that moment the business owner had us play a recording over the speakers:

 

                              “But my snore will never sleep

 Unless I see you with something to pay.

 My snore is your snort. 

 In court. 

 Police Escort. 

 And you bums should try to buy a bunch those albums that I say are worth. 

 This will be harnessed

 And this is not in jest.

 Why not Just Buy Our Lead?”

 

               I wondered, “Am I in Rigor Mortis or does everyone here just have Pig Gourmet Toes?  That sure sounded like a real Rasp Song, not what the owner thinks is a Rap Song.  I just have to keep telling the customers to ‘Don’t forget that the door hit you in the butt or bulbs or whatevers and think of  this as a bus door so when it hits you imagine that you are Bus Door Kicked On.’”

               I sure would like to quicken  things up with Belt Conveyors.  Or, at least, combines and balers.

               But when I tried the salesman, Germanal Workhater, yelled, “I can do zat! I can do zat!”

               And I said, “Germanal Workhater, I’m sorry.  You must think you are a Captain.  Or maybe the Chaplain.  I never met a god before.”

Germanal Workhater smirked, “Perhaps you have heard of the Russian alcohol, Vodka?  If the liquid’s liqueur, drink it!”

Then another customer broke in, “Look at these coupons I brought with me.  10% off steak and ribs.  15% off chicken.  Then finally, 20% off my whole order.  And what do I get?  Chicken, instead of 6 ounces        for $5.99 I only get 5.1 ounce.  And I like Steak.  But, I pay for               12 ounces, $13.99.  What do I get?  10.8 ounces.  This $157.00 for a bag of groceries.  In it there is only half the eggs.  No bologna!   White bread instead of rye.   And water instead of soda!”

That’s when I realized that I have my own beliefs.  It must be that I am an United Masochist.  While I was trimming plants, I decided that I like my methods.  We can call ourselves United Mentalists.  No Honey!  That can’t Bee!  Well, when I have you trim a tree, you might eventually will realize you can trim a tomato plant this same way.  So, then oh, you’ll start trimming your other plants that way.  Then you’ll think you don’t need to work for me since you can grow your own food!  Stories with solutions, Help!  Instead, it is stories in solutions, in water!

For years this store had been selling all types of employees at Bach Rotten prices.  Since then, we have began renting contractors instead of selling them.  And now we are making bunch out of that.  Recently I also started selling a flag so you can claim, “Weep the People.”  And another couple banners I got have “We’ll fight if you stand!” and “I’ll shoot till you fall!”

              

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My Star Warts Fade Into The Shed At Night

 

Will you Wake Up and Smell the Coffee.  Or at least Wake Up and Cough from Smelling Me!

 

Being Male or Female may not mean anything to a person from another planet.  Anyone can be counting on everyone.  And if they are, just admit that it does not hurt to pray for a person more than once.  And that is pray for a person, not prey on a person.  Look at that guy over there!  He claims he won him a million.  But there’s a ton in his rat trap instead.  Is he failing?  Maybe he’s flaming.  No, he’s a Filet Mignon.  Or was that a Filthy Minion?  I see he’s lost a faulty million. And he bought it in a rat trap instead.

Back on the toilet again.  That’s where your poop’s coming out your end.  And your urine floods look ruined.  Because you don’t smell like perfume.  Just get back on that toilet again.

Get off your heroin.  You’ve got to let that hero win.  That hero called the Chicken Man.  He sure is:

Unpredicated

Prepredicated

Unprestidigitated

Unprecistant

Unpreserary

Unrepresentated

Uncresentdented

Unresented

 

I know that you stated that I still act sick.  But please note your hatred was written by our fool president 45.

Is politics Religion or Region or another Raygun?

The wind feels good on my arms.  The sun assists this wind with the feelings given to me on my arms.  The air smells good.  There are animals here.  Not just ants.  Not just flies.  Bees . Spiders.  Squirrels.  And Robins.

Robins, how about People?

Some People sure are animals.  Some eat what I provide.  Some eat what I don’t.  Some sure eat meat.  I’d bet some would eat me.  Some should also eat wood.  That must be how I got this ache.  ‘Ache You.’ 

And I’ll answer ‘Cousin Tike.’

You did know that water has cells in it.  Water as in a Well.  Well, my blood has cells in it.  Me and my neighbors are in a cell.  And there always is somebody who is also trying to cell me stuff.  Sell my stuff.  Sell me bluffed.  And calling me stuffed.  They claim that I buy it.  But I am just trying to get by.

My life sure is not at ease.  My life is just another disease.

Welcome to my home.  This is where my buffalo thinks is Rome.  That is because his beer and his cantaloupe are plagued.  He’s where so soon it is heard that I disgusted his whole herd.  And their minds get so spouted each day.  Our home of the deranged.  Where my rear plays that tuba all day.  Oh, those flies come quite near, and are creating my fear, since the price of my life is discounted all the way.

Didn’t you know that Bees are Queened by a Female.  I think all worm slaves are also Females.  Even though science fools us into thinking that one side of the worm is Male so the other side must be Female.  That means that few males are allowed to make any females for that queen.  Ants are similarly Female.  That makes me ask, ‘How are other insects with the sex of their companions???’  Beetles?  Cockroaches?  Praying Mantises?  Praying Mantises!  They mate and then the Female eats the head off of that Male.  They are really called ‘Preying Man Dies Sniff.

We keep going from day to day.  From land to water.  From what we know to what ever.  What has happened to life?  Train part bulge up in those thrown pile.  Some parts grab others and the forces of artificial intelligence artificially form all these communities.  The Bodies and Bowls and Bowels become our species of life.

What happens when my wife is dead!  Or maybe I am dead?  Who will pull the plug on the one who is alive?

Three times I mentioned boots.  I was totally cemented up past my ankles.  Was that an Arc or an Ark?  Some string threw me such a strong thought.

I guess I read Kafka because I read Sinclair Lewis when I was ten years old.

But there I am, In My Car.  In The Store.  Watching TV.  With My grandkids.  And what do we see? Defend, fender bend, offend, mend, send, tend, send, trend, lend, rend.  Or is that a car, a bar, so  far, such a star, who is charred, life is jarred, I’m sure marred, living in tar.   I’m not late. I’m in a Lake.  Blake, cake, wake, rake, stake, take, fake, make, quake, sake, brake.  So how can I live.  I want to be alive, strive, drive, hive, dive, five.  With a wife.  So, I just got to hop, shop, bop, crop, chop, mop, pop, slop.  Instead of my cart, fart, dart, heart, mart, part.  But, again, those children, intend, pretend and of course offend.

Some people claim that they are religious and they state that you should not celebrate your birthday.  They quote Ecclesiastes 7:1 “the day of death is better than the day of one’s birth.”  I feel there are many ways to interpret that quotation.  An important one to me is it does not tell me or anyone not to celebrate your birthday.  If a dollar is more important than a quarter, does that mean that I would end up fine if I threw away all my quarters?  And how can the day of your death be more important than the day of your birth?  If the day of your death is important, don’t you see that you could not have the day of your death if you did not have the day of your birth.  Your birth is needed for you to die.

 

It is the date to better yourself:

 

May my Fist now hit you.

 

May that Second May kiss you, and make you drool.  .

 

May this Herd live with yous, and poop around you two.

 

May the Force be with you, and R2D2.

 

May this Fifth be drunk by you, and make you miss the street too.

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With this coming November, We'll get Music to our Rears

 

               When what I ask, when what I ask for, when what I question is not even heard, we keep getting drowned out by that other herd!  Listen:

 

That’s the Crown of Glory

That’s the Clown of Gory

Hear  that Storm of tRump?

Hear the clash of the tRumpets?

Here, the trash of those tRump Pets!

 

Will they make this Best of both worlds

Or just give us

Beast of both words?

As the rich get richer and the workers get poorer

 

Over Hell

Older Heil

And they want the world to fail

As that red head keeps wrecking along

 

As we’re put in a slum

The best is Nyet to come

 

Mr. we can be abused by a con man

Like J Edgar Hoover again

 

That road has our chores

And Of course it’s worse

 

But then I’m stopped

Hate wins big, are you voting

Vote my way, I’m gun toting

 

We’re causing more fright

We’re Right cause we’re White

 

Living like a dumb Republican

 

At the cross a burned dead man was found

We proclaimed, We just stood our ground

We did do it cause his skin was brown

 

Come on, get with the Pogrom

Early to threat

Early to lies

Makes a Trump healthy and wealthy not wise

 

You there with your face so black

Drive me around in my Cadillac

 

Vladimir the Red owns Trumpsie

A fact that everybody know

 

Then one polluted Christmas Eve

Trumpsie came to say

I’m so bigly smart and bright

I cut my own taxes tonight

 

Had a job but then got fired

And my Visa soon expired

Living more with hate

Living in a Right wing wonderland

 

I’ll say “But we’re married.”

He’ll say “No way.

A white can’t marry someone

Whose skin is Brown.”

 

Whites are entitled

 

 

 

Not Handsome

The Hand Game

 

This game started out as Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Then Sam Kass expanded it (as publicized on the Big Bang Theory) as Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock.

 

My new version is: Lies, Truth, Media, Voters, Trump

 

Lies are represented by a closed fist

Truth is a hand presenting the peace sign

Media is a hand upside down and open, a begging hand

Voters is a raised hand, such as a volunteer

And Trump is a closed fist with the middle finger extended

 

The rules of the game follow:

 

Trump cons Voters

Voters need Truth

Truth disproves Trump

Trump grows Lies

Lies love Media

Media laughs at Voters

Voters are smothered by Lies

Lies are louder than Truth

Truth is ignored by Media

And, as always, Media Loves Trump

 

The outcome is

We All Lose

Except when we give Truth to Voters

 

 

Rauner had spent $46 million against Mike Madigan.  Rauner collected $15 million to refurbish his castle, his Governors home.  Wouldn’t this money had been better used to help sick, poor people.  I don’t care if it is from contributions or not, didn’t Rauner realize he had people contribute money for his EGO.

Ken Griffin was a hedge fund manager who funded Rauner.  I’d say “That was a conflict of interests.

Illinois Republicans had been funded by Rauner and Griffin’s ‘charities’ and the NRA.

Illinois Democrats are continually funded by citizen donations and employee unions who are working to make ‘Life’ better for Illinois workers.  Who are those Republican donators working to make life better for?”

 

Remember the Banana Boat Song?  Pay Owed, oh you’re Pay Owed, Your Pay Is Owed.  Vote Donald Trump and you’re gonna get none.  Or how about that Beat Down On The People song?  Goodbye living wages, you have seen the last of me.  I think that was called Marco Rubio Tuesday

 

 

 

We keep getting more and more Acronyms lately:

 

There was that existing POTUS

 

President

Of

The

United

States

 

But they want to elect a:

 

Preposterous

Rightwing

Idiot

Controlling

KKKer

 

We have to put up with a maneuvered SCOTUS

 

Supreme

Court

Of

The

United

States

 

And they want to make it even worse, they want to make it a

 

Supreme

Court

Republican

Obnoxious

Trump

Underling

Morons

 

Elections are  getting to be A Very Very Scary Thing To Do:

 

Donald Trump, he’s the hero for low wages

Donald Trump, never learned a word from history’s pages

He gets his crowds up very frantic

They just love it when he goes pedantic

Just listen, he has nothing in his attic

They want this to be a very very uncaring thing to do

 

And Think About It

              

               That Trump Is One Dumb Mugly Udder

 

Be kind to your fat headed friends

For that Trump is one Dumb Mugly Udder

Don’t listen to the spew that he pees

He’s a bully tried and true

Oh, he may claim that he is your friend

Just turn your back and you’ll be another target

I just hope ‘fore we get in too deep

We all would know

That what you sow

Is what you reap

 

Some of you are claiming that

              

               I stated a lie which started the toilet spinning

It is clear to me that the joke is on thee

Just listen to what he said

It may hurt your head

And his mind is so dead.

 

I just feel like singin:

 

              

               Love Your Disparage

Your Hate And Violence

It’s the cornerstone of your alliance

Oh, I tell you Trumpers

As you go on, you’re looking dumber

 

Cry, cry, cry like spoiled babies

Say your damn illusions

Say, Say, Say what you are told to

It just adds to your own confusion

 

Guns and Ammo

Guns and Ammo

Just another thing your brains’ can’t handle

When you’re drunk and cock off

You’ll do more than shoot your mouth off

 

Try, Try, Try to wrap yourself in

The second amendment

When you kill someone in cold blood

Legally you’re the defendant

 

Close the border

Close the border

You shout with all your other Freedom hoarders

Consider Melania and Judge Curiel together

It’s okay for her and Curiel was born here

 

Lie, Lie, Lie “She followed official

Legal procedures”

Claim, “You cannot trust him

They’re all rapists and murderers”

 

Truth rejection

Truth rejection

That’s what you need to do to win this election

A country run by Trum pies

Would be just like a barrel of monkeys.

 

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Honeymooners in Space

Universe 12, Planet 34

34th Chapter of the Stellar Bus

 

               When the crowd reached the ship’s Coach Door that person, Ralph, who was loaded, kept going in.  Ralph picked up his microphone and talked to the resting and waiting (and some waling) passengers:

               “Good motoring, good morbiding, good mortuaritying.  And for those of you with something that looks like a head, good perching.  I’d like to reason that what I say is for working to making your lives a little matter and, on the street, not much of a smatter.  But I have difficulties reasoning anywhere, especially with myself.  So, what appears to you that are a factory’s work forcing lifts and sludges, that is your entrance into my space bus.  And I will take you, and I do mean take you.  I will take you hear.  I will take you dare.  I will take you Any Where!

               “You may claim you are Space Pirates.  Space Pile Ups.  Or even Space Pie Rust.  We will treat you like all.  And you are a treat for us.  So, I’ll let you retreat.  These Altitudes.  Those Positronic Thumps.  Any of that Hering which is really a star mistaken for an asteroid.

               “Please enter using our walking steps.  There may be a  surveyor belt, but we really belt survivors, so  avail your wishes for an elevator.  You may now start imaging yourselves as the King of the Thrown, but you are really a bunch of throw ups.  Welcome aboard.  Whether you are bored or not.

”We will take off in a million militant seconds and land in a galaxy far far away.”

Ralph then walked back to what he called ‘My Pilot Seat’ (but what his friends and family call ‘His Pile It On Seat’) and he laughed out at the window.  Ed went back to flushing a few toilets in order that Ralph thought Ed was working.

Riding the conveyor belt, all those crank shafts brought themselves together to their seats, their cabins, their snuggling (or is that struggling?)  areas where those inhabitants of these inhibited crunches of rock in this star cluster, in this cluster that those so called people, those Arms Less Strong and various John Plugged Up Agains, Yurin Gagged Agains Against Again And Aging,  along with all those other things were being dropped off from those  bunches of spaced out shuttles.

Those piles of leftovers, cyclically and sickishly grew into Artist Physically Intelligent Beings.  There were a bunch of the bulbs that lit up as heads.  Some of those piles of switches swished all over the place.  Then there were several groups of Gears that Crunched across various Metallic Celluloids to make their way up  into various  Astro Nuts and  began rovering the paths of many of Extraterrestrial (and Extra Terrorist Trial) Cosmicollogies. 

Ralph wondered out loud  “Are they Electronic Cords?”

               Ed answered,  “ Of course.  And they are very coarse too!”

               Alice added, “You are Off Course, as usual.”

Ralph Kramden then had steered them to this planet of Light Bulbs.  These beings kept boarding his bus, and they were not just Light Bulbs.  They were also Switches, Electronic Cords, Nails, Pliers.  Hinges here, Hinges there, Hinges Hinges everywhere.  Going upwards, Ralph’s escalator  got filled with Drill Bits, Bolts, Nozzles, Gauges, Anchors, and Washers among other things.

While watching, Ed said, “Ralph.  You must feel quite at home here.  Another Nut among all these Nuts.” 

While various gears prodded along their ways Trixie asked Ed, “How did all these mechanical things get to act alive?”

Ed said, “Well, back in the 1990’s computer programs used to take readings and allowed users to type in information to the systems and they were programmed to make suggestions from the tabled lists of possible ways to go or possible actions to make temporary moves.  That was just what every programmer had to make what he will be running do.  After a while, the owners of the companies that built various mechanisms started calling it Artificial Intelligence.”

Ralph agreed, “After a while there was not much Real Intelligence in our various communities that they must have changed their minds and not called it ‘Artificial’ anymore.”

Ed went on, “Talk about all that learning.  That reminded me of back in High School.  All the other students in my class always wanted act like their Math’s Got.  I never got too.”

Ralph said, “The same stuff happened to me.  In one of my classes I just caved in because, with all of my work, I only could get my Spelling Flunking.”

That went on and on.  After dinner, Ralph said to Alice, “This load is really disgusting.  Here a Light.  There a Light.  Everywhere a Light, Light!  And it is no delight for me.  I mean, see those where they are three way Bulbs.  How disgusting can you be.”

Alice said, “Ralph, you’re pretty disgusting yourself.  Don’t complain.”

Alice and Trixie then walked off.

Alice whispered to her friend, “Last night Ralphie said to me that he will never sleep unless he has something to say.”

Trixie then laughingly replied, “Does he realize that, with him, a snore is a snort?”

Alice, “Of course. How coarse.”

Trixie carried on, “And he sure always talks through his nose as his course.”

Alice, “ He always makes me remorse as my chores.  He’s sure a sleepy head.”

Trixie then looked at her, “ I had hoped that you were going to say, ‘I guess his CPAP did work because he’s always asleep and every where’s a bed.’”

That’s when  a group of wires with buttons and gears shooed by them.  You could hear those circuits saying, “ Memorizing!”

As others called out, “Members Sizing!”

Then a bunch of Bolts went, “Mentor Rising!”  

Instead of complaining, since there is no ‘Day’ in  space, at the end of the ‘Say’ Alice said, “Hey Ralphie!  Ralphie!  I want you to avoid those meteoroids that I see.  Remember, the moon flew over those cow moos.”

To which Ralph replied, “That little rocket launched.  You can see it through this port.”

While Trixie added, “And that eclipse stopped our view of the moon.”

Which caused Ed to ask them, “Was that Star Port or Star Board.”

So, Ralph answered “The Star Board is where people from these Stars Board.”

And Trixie ended, “So those asteroids will fly away very soon.”

 

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Ask And You Shall Deceive

 

In this town I looked for a bar

Why the hell are we barred

 

In the street I saw a car

Were you the drunk in that car

 

He Looked like a man who needs some air

You really know what’s that smell in that air

 

Was he a Ringo without a Star?

How in the hell did this become the Western Bar!

 

Would you vote for a president whom you can’t trust

Why the hell did that Watergate bust

 

Are we like a dog without a cat

What the hell do we mean by that

 

Is it like a rat without some cheese

How will that trap work?  Please!

 

I see you’re  a mammal without any hair

How the hell did we get in there

 

You look like your life sure is always in mud

Where the hell did you get all that blood

 

It now feels like rain, there’s a coming  flood

Why the hell do you call me Bud

 

You seem like some sand without silicon

Don’t you see how silly you are you Clone

 

You’re  like 4 dimensions without some time

Your time to the hell is good and mined

 

You keep stepping a foot without a toe

Just why the hell can’t you see that you’re a toad

 

You’re like a duck without a pond

What the hell makes you so fond

 

You make this like an earth that just cannot shake

Why the Hell did you cause our earth quake

 

 

Don’t spike our truths with all those ‘Ayes!’

Who  the hell just don’t say lies

 

We’re like a religion without sin

What the hell have we got in

 

You claim your life is heaven without hell

And I have to ask, what the hell is hell                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     If you like to read                                                                                                                                           You might try some of my other STUFF

My Placement or What This Place Meant

 

               How do I know where I am?  I can’t tell any of those differences that Geography has from Geology.  So, if I don’t know where things are at or what the ground is made of and I would not understand where, what, and when things were at.  At?  At!  What do you think I am?  The Atlas?  How could I be the Atlas with no Geography!  At Last, I am Attila The Dumb.    And I also cannot understand the differences of a person’s, a creature’s, or a thing’s Biography from their Biology.  Do I know the history of your life?  Not bloody likely!  And if I were a vampire, I would like blood, see, likely.  But, not in the Sea, likely.

               Well, anyway, I know  I’m no Cone Head.  You should know what I am.  And that is ‘Know what I am.’  You should not have the power to ‘No what I am’!  I am The Bat Man.  And not just The Bat Man, I am The Bat Man Ion.  The other day someone said to me, “You think you are a Super Hero.  Let me see you fly.”  I answered, “Watch!  See, here’s my fly.  Now keep watching.  You’ll soon see me take off.  My clothes, that is.”

               Then some woman said to me, “I bet you just escaped to Mara Largo. I wish the rest of us could  escape from you, you Maga Bozo.”

              

               That was when this happened:

 

                        Happiness Squids

Happiness Skids

Happiness Bids

Different Blinks  From Different Peep Holes.

 

But instead of Happiness, things should have been.  And I mean ‘been’, not ‘bean’  I sure am a mean bean:

 

Hah!  See this

See This Flea Dish

Sea Shells want to Sink Me

                              And not just in Helsinki

                              Also in all this Stink, Me

                        Just remember

I’ll Sink You Too

As I Sink my Fangs into you.

 

               That caused me to call out, “I knew you would.  Or is that, I knew you, wood?  Ashe?  Oak?  Coconut?  Willow?  What Willow You Be Doing?  You will, hot jewel, be doing Treason.  Not Trees, on and on.  Anyway, Yankee soon be Democracy Dead.  Like those Rons with Coked up colons.  That Pres keep saying ‘Oooh Maga!’  In the past he had Married a pretty commie.  She’s a bit bats.  Putin sure kept telling him to do that.”

               As things were going along, I got interrupted again with, “Look!   Up in the sky!  It’s a Bat!  It’s a Wolf!   It’s Full Moon Man!”

To which I replied, “Werewolves will eat your arm along.  Just like those lizards love to do.”

Which caused her to answer, and she just shouted, “That werewolf with paws!  That is what he does!  He dodges!  He dodges!  He dodges!  He dodges!  He dodges!  He dodges that silver bullet and then:

 

                        He claws

And gnaws

His jaws

Because

They are His Laws.”

 

               She then said, “Awe, come on.  Don’t be afraid.  He’s just a mammal.  And when we think that we should be afraid of Beasts.  Instead of Beasts, you should really look out for those Bees.  See, they are all run by Females.  I’m a Female.  You’re not a Female!  Think about it, even those kept alive Worker Bee slaves are Females.  So few Males are allowed to grow up occasionally.  They are allowed by the Queen so she could make another brood.  Eruption!  A lava of larvae! Oh Great!  Great Sitkin that is.

“And it’s not just the Bees.  Ants do that too!  Most Ants are Females.  Ever think of why we call your Mother’s Sister ‘Aunt’?  Because it is how U spell  ‘Ant’.  Have you ever thought about who runs the other insects, too?  This is not the rule of dumb, but, this rule of thumb is that Females tend to be bigger and they congregate, and they tend to have a bulgier abdomens. Congregate.  Congress.  We should have more Females in our Congress.  And that guy who thinks he owns our Congress.  He sounds like he’s full of Coke.  And he ain’t even a Cockroach.  Cockroaches.  Those Males are typically smaller with longer, thinner antennae.  They need antennas.  They don’t do any thinking on their own.  Other than thinking that they are the Kings.  Females are larger with shorter, stouter antennae, shorter wings.  How about Praying Mantises?  They really should be called Preying Mantises.  The Female kills the Male after they mate, and she eats his head.

“Instead of The Voice, or was that The Vice, or Dancing With Your Straws, or The Masked Stinker?   There should be a televised competition where a Woman reads a five to fifteen minute excerpt or list of commands, and the team leaders (Females) pick a few of them and have the Men complete them, till the end of the show.  Each fight would have two or more individual Ladies lead a bunch collected Men and then either the Female judges or the television Women viewers decide who won that portion of the competition.  This goes on and on until the last two are waiting to compete.  Then they read parts or all of what the world has left.   And the Female audience or Female judges vote.   A life long winter is us now frozen.”

What she said caused me to say, “That seems just like you are trying to look up things about ancient civilizations.  What, hadn’t you once found caves in the Grand Canyon?  And how did these discoveries disappear?   Men can’t find the caves now.  Is it because a Girl did not tell them where to look?”

 

All we have are Seven Baseless  Machis Moes:

 

i)             Unclever

ii)            Squeal and Ask Moe

iii)           Pukey

iv)           Inclined Blame

v)            Sledge

vi)           Screwed Up

              

               And She replied to me, “About the people who think they rule us.  Those guys are sure not or should not be our leaders.  They are not  leaders of any sort.  They are lead pipe errors instead.  And they are the lead that causes us cancer.  But they are just one of the latest parade balloons rallying the  doom of selfish bullies.”

 

               I agreed.  This here life sure makes my skin crawl.

 

               Talk About  Skin Crawl, all this stuff we are commanded to do:

 

1)     Start to act like we know the few talking to us

2)     Conflicts under my skin – you friends against the others there

3)     You must get to know other people – You learn to communicate with your own kind, but not with your own mind

4)     We discuss with some inner self if the others of our people have people like the ones under our skins

5)     You must find, start communicating with, reach out to, or teach a few others (like we think they are) that have so called smart people inside of them

6)     Try to find out, ‘Are there more in the Earth or on other planets?’

7)     Do these smart people also have people inside of them

8)     Is there a problem?  Do we want a problem?  We are the problem.

9)     Do smart people make us slaves?   Knowingly?  Do some smart people make other smart people slaves?  Knowingly. 

10)   I don’t think they know how to know. 

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