Living In Outer Space or On A Meteor -- Ache Too

 

            Those silly Americans.  Next they had ‘The War To End All Wars.’  After that they fought World War II.  This helped to stablish the Nazis in America and strengthen the KKK.  These are very religious people.  You should have seen that light from all those crosses.  And if you were of a different faith, or at least a different skin color, they brought you to meet your maker, and all your past relatives.  World War II also empowered the United States Government to round up many people of Japanese descent, who have been contributing citizens of those United States for Generations.  They were rounded up and the government provided them with food, lodgings, and a hell of a lot of insecurity in internment camps while their possessions were divided up among the high ground pillars of society of that great land.

            Even though the General Consensus (That is the Concessions to those Generals that ruled this AmeriRussian Republic, or was that Concussions to the Citizens.  Either way it is quite obvious that the Generals that ruled had no Conscience.  They hated anything with science in it.  And they weren’t very conscious either.) was that no matter if you are a thinker or even studious, if you are an inventor or even productive, if you are a worker or even get things accomplished so that man can live, even if you are any of those if you are not ordering that country around, what came out of your activities were not worth anything.  Telling a person to shoot his neighbor, that was worth an Ivory Staircase.  But actually building that staircase, you were lucky to be allowed to buy beans to eat.

            Even though anything and everything that those common citizens put together was not worth the paper left hanging from a good wiping (or the whipping preceding from a good hanging) even though all that, these space suits the citizens thought up, thought of, worked up, and manufactured are extremely good outcomes.  This suit breathes its recycling with no risk of gasping.  This suit waters its chemically controlled drinking fluid to be used and reused healthily over and over again for the life of the inhabitant.  This suit maintains a food supply that goes through its unique seasons and seasoning from assembly line planting through growth through harvest through Thanksgiving Dinners through all those seasons again and again.

            Wearing this suit, I can eat, I can drink, I can breathe.  The cycle of life, the cycle of living.  Once a year I need to drop off accumulated ash.  I need to recharge my battery.  And I need about three ounces combined of carbon, iron, calcium and nitrogen.

            Once a year, if I wore it constantly, no, I am not walled off from others of my life forms, I can fold and pack away my clothes.  I can drink with my buddies at the bar.  I can order and consume a lunch platter.  I can breathe in a beauty’s perfumed aura.  I am alive and part of the rest of you.  But if need be, if the situation arises, if the events unfold, I can fly my craft from asteroid to asteroid, load the ores of Mars, syphon off the ammonia of Jupiter, and in twenty years’ time unload those resalables on earth, the Mother of my founding Republic.

            Food, energy, telescopic, x-ray, and microscopic sight, along with pretty good body encasings which are bullet (and radiation proof) vesting’s, can keep me and my passengers alive for much longer that we’d want or care to be.

            The suit bathes your skin with erratic pulses and heat to avoid bed sores – whatever a bed may be.  The skin and scalp are randomly bathe for cleanliness.  At times of inactivity if readings show I am not asleep, the suit makes me do exercises.  Arms, legs, etc.  It views what is around me so I don’t destructively hit anything,

 

            Sometimes when I looked.  The comet.  The sun’s reaching.  The Asteroids.  Sometimes when I saw, I asked myself “How did I get out there?”  Yes, yes, I knew then as I know now that I was exercised and taught and forced those many memorizations, them with their fitted tether pressure suits along with those needed and experimental many injections, and finally being walked aboard one, no, several of these multiple-use plasmal transportational devices.  These ships with their ion pulsing propulsion systems, colloidal thrusts, and their relativistic, electromechanic differential orientators.  That is the “physical how,” or should I posit, that is the “physics-al how.”   But I really asked myself, emotionally and personal choice-wise, “How did I get out there?” 

            And before I could attempt to answer my neural neighborhood emotional growth and chance making “how,” I needed to build some, somewhere, somehow, this definition.  This, a steady footed sub stratal firm with meaning to conglomerate the “there” that I had gotten out to.  This “there” claims its’ place to me “In Other Words.”  And, I believe, those “Other Words” could have come from the words of Bart Howard:

 

            Fly me to the moon

            Let me sing among those stars

            Let me see what spring is like

            On Jupiter and Mars

 

            In other words, I wanted to “See what life was like, From Jupiter through Mars.”  And the way that fit, the way it fit for me to see what life was like.  My way was composed of these comprehensive logistics and transport services for everything including the loading materials just out of the mine to their delivery at their final destinations, including storage warehouses for handling those minerals and their dispatchment to various ports.  And, I asked myself, what is the mine?  But since dimensions add details.  Since added details means added numbers.  I knew I had to ask myself, What Are Those Mines?  Those asteroids are those mines.

            I had to look.  That mine of riches.  That asteroid, actually those asteroids.  That asteroid belt.  And that Asteroid Belt, if it were only two dimensions, it would be the shape of a circle, or stretched out as an oval, stretched out to an ellipse.  But in our actual, reality based three dimensions, it was possessed and possessing more like an inner tube, flung, in orbit, around our sun.  Actually, more like a hula hoop rotating, cycling, spinning, stretching around our sun.  A giant matter made up hula hoop, thicker, stretched, non-symmetrically bloated like a spinning inner tube.  An inner tube hula hoop being played by our sun like a nine-year-old with her hula hoop.

            This hula hoop of asteroids intrinsic angular momentum generating its motion between Jupiter and Mars.  Asteroids: The Vestas, the Idas, those Pallas.  Asteroids made of iron, nickel, iridium, palladium, rhodium of many concentration levels.   Many of those larger asteroids are spaced millions of miles apart.  Yes, we, man, cheap labor, have to go out here to collect the goods, the availability, the worthwhile, because in direction to Earth, few of the Asteroids pass through that particular stop only every few years.  Asteroids, Space Ice, and Spent Comets.  

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Living In Outer Space or On A Meteor -- Act One Nor Won

 

            Commander Sanerist from the Tauer System was concerned.  His government’s reports did not note any intelligent life on Earth.  His construction crew made it there.  They are now in orbit, planning the construction of living quarters.  That was when they noticed the paved highways, the concrete cities, the planes, the trains, and the ocean going vessels.

            It looked to him like these things have been around for a while.  They were not just a fluke.  This commander will not be some bleeding hearted weakling.  He couldn’t be to get to his position.  But his son is still a child.  His son just got a pet.  He thinks he is a pet. That may be why he is dedicated to the one he got.  He feeds and waters it every day.  He cleans it.  He takes it out so the pet can play.  He truly wants that pet happy.

            This made the commander realize more and more, “Sure, it is just an animal.  Sure, it is not the same as me or my son.  But it is a living thing.  It has feelings.  It has life.

            “And so do these things around this blue, cloudy planet.  Hell!  They even have fire and use that fire to take them out to their moon.  They even looked at the next planet over.  They can’t be totally brainless.  They must have some feelings.”

            The commander is not a wuss, but he just doesn’t feel right to kill a whole species, just because he can.  They don’t need to go there.  It’s not like they need Earth to survive.  Spend some extra time.  Put forth some extra effort.  It wouldn’t take much more to find a place they can build some vacation houses at where they won’t be killing off things.

            He’s doing more explorations.  He’s writing up his findings, his observations.  A couple of solar systems away is another planet with oxygen and free water.  It just has one celled organisms.  Why not build there?  So now the commander is waiting to hear back from the counsel.  His son finally taught Edmond to …………………………………………………………..

 

 

 

 

                                                Suited For Asteroid Mining

 

            I fly, regularly, waking period to waking period, among this Season Sustaining Asteroid Patch.

            I wear a suit.  If I have any coworkers, it is agreed that they wear a suit too.  If I have any passengers, they too must wear one of these suits.  It is the law.  Sure, the company that makes these suits reaps good profits off of this legality, it is still one of the few good laws our nation has enacted recently.

            Nation, why do we call ourselves a nation?  Yes, we are the Russian American United Republic.  Sure, among other nations there are Mexico, Canada and England.  There are other United Republics.  Look at the French, German and Austrian Association.  But as for a nation, and once again, we are not the only one out there with inter worldly states, such as our states on Earth’s Moon, our farm properties on Mars, and, of course, this patch of Asteroids which we have been refining for, what is it, forty years now.

            Some of my friends, yes, I do have friends, although few and far between, some of my friends enjoy discovered, saved from destruction, pieced together histories of “our Nation.”  I understand that they find them interesting.  I find them interesting too.  It appears, in those few segments that have not been totally destroyed, that America used to be a Country on its own.  And this Country, shall we say, did not get along with Russia.  Shall we say that they distrusted each other?  Shall we say that they sent their citizens to kill each other?  Shall we say that they went through a period (of Human Generations) called ‘The Cold War.?’

            But this America almost declared Atomic War on Russia because some Russian leaning refuge seekers overthrew the mobsters that owned the Caribbean Whore House now known as Cuba. 

            Another big But is that that Russia enwalled and enslaved half of the capital city of Germany, in a supposed, or at least vocally supposed action to free the German Citizens from Nazi rule.  It makes me wonder why this imprisonment of common German citizens lasted almost seventy years after that Adolf Hitler had died, seventy years after Victory over Europe Day, seventy years after a superficially claimed freeing of the entire world from Right Wing Bigoted Fascist rule.  Especially considering the details that that Russia, that Soviet Union, vocally, superficially proclaimed that its founding principles are the principals of Friedrich Engles and Karl Marx.

            Its guiding governing philosophy was the rule of the masses (not, as it really was, the ruling over the masses).

            The Soviet Union, the socialists, the communists (Social as in the encouragement of society.  Commune as in the strengthening of a multi-dimensional Community) were ‘The Left.’

            The Nazis, the Swasticklers, the Mussoleanings.  Blame those Jews for your physically unsafe work conditions.  Blame the Blacks because you have to work for slave wages.  Blame the Gays because you are not treated like the guy with the whip forcing forward his mule train.  They were ‘The Right.’

            But after further digging, after further piecing, after further thought, we found out that this America was once owned by England.  The English killed off various religious groups and that prompted the building of religious slave colonies across those crashing waves.  Roanoke and Plymouth Rock were not exactly places that the inbred upper crust, those who lived in the Houses of Lords, wanted to relocate.  And it sure was a party living there.  A tea party.

            After those Oneth Byes and Twoeth Byes (As in ‘One if by land and Two if by Sea and Three on the opposite shore I’ll be) Americans sure lived up to their religious zeal.  They zealed the fate (not faith) of the American Indians.  Hey, they built those indigenous citizens of that country a beautiful Trail of Tears.  Along the way they treated them like the magnificent American Buffalo.  A Hell of a lot of lives shuffled off.

            And if it wasn’t enough waging the conflict against the people who originally settled this land, this land was your land, it is now my land, they had to enslave Chinese and Africans to work on plantations and build railroads.

            Americans sure are civil.  There was the Civil War.  The major accomplishment of that war was the changing of the term ‘Slavery’ to ‘Separate but Equal.’  Again, that was an extremely big But.

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The Colors In Space and The Elephants Of Flight

 

Honeymooners in Space

Universe 13, Planet 45

45th Chapter of the Stellar Bus

 

 

 

            “Greetings Shellfish Lured and Selfish Lured Kone Cells.  We are greeting you at the baste and waste of the Carbo Hydrated Space Drop In Point.  I am not a Drop Out, which I like to Point Out.

            “We are here pick you up and carry you off from this sufficiently produced geologic, astronomic, and cosmetic comically significant amount of radiogenic heat. Your living place, where I would not live in space, but then I’m not a space nut.  Even though people keep calling me a nut and I am always spaced out and I have space stout.

            “We start out at the decay of your home where you long-lived isotopes, 235U, 238U, 232Th and 40K live, or something like that.  We will travel, ravel, and gravel across the sun and the moon and the stars.  We will take you to a wonderful base on color theory that has also been explored in fictional contexts.

            “Slide up, slide down, and glide enjoyably into our electromagnetic spectrums, where you can sit, sleep, or Watt Ever in our visual lied lighting areas.

            “My company claims to be the Omnibus Diverter operators, and they sure act like we enjoy working for them, or was that in a pen, whatever when.  The United Field Hyperbolics fleet of mass transportational devices.  We keep sending spending patrons and parthenons across various regions, reasons, religions outside the known space, it is known to you as ‘Outer Space’  as you can move as you stand still.

            “I am your driver, Ralph Kramden.  I flush you along the moon and the stars while my buddy here, Ed Norton, flushes you down the toilets.  He sure is a Comet Comet Comet, Comedian Custodian.  In case, or in a case,  you imagine reality, we are joined with my wife Alice and Edweird’s wife, Trixie.

            “Welcome Aboard.”

            After Seven Boiling Point was reached, the bus ship proudly boasted  -452 °F as various Liquid Helium on the road to  the riding stairs moving  the passenger into their seats along with private substances which to Trixie is out of this or any world. Some of the boarding passengers are cooled down satellite instruments and one was called Mr. Mri Scanner.

            Ed Norton said to Trixie,  “I counted 137 objects. We made just one sale.”

            Trixie Norton replied, “Out of all those elements, you only counted one Iron?”

            Ed then said,  “One Iron. Two Irons.   Three Irons. Where’s my Iron Knee supposed to stop?”

            Trixie asked,  “Ed, that's a very discouraging flight if your Gold lasts longer than you, a Ferrous Customer is really a Ferocious Costumer. You are, to them, a Disgustomer.  Maybe after talking to all those pebbles, you were finally hit by the bright meteor grouch. Can you remember what you said to the customer who you counted as Iron?”

            Ed Norton,  “Sure I can remember. I said, ‘Comet, you just gotta buy this Iron a ticket from me."

            Trixie,  “Oh, your Gold was an Iron in that Cluster.  And was that your sale or your sail?”

           

            Ed went on and on, “Not a Cluster, my celestial objection. Space Time Distortion is your Comet. And the outlook ain't very bright because the day after tomorrow, we run out of Arceus.”

            Alice said to Ralph, “Elements are vacationing to Heat and Cold.  Some are Business Ions on warp trips.”

            Then Gallium, who calls himself ‘The most interesting element on the periodic table’  Is overshadowed by various Metals with remarkable properties: a melting point below cosmic temperatures, water-like visiobilities, low- atomic cities, reactive relativity, and effectively zero vapor pressure (space vacuums do not evaporate).

            Trixie then pointed out to Ed,  “Oh, you stole some Iron from my mother.”

            Ed Norton complained, “Not your mother, my Mothra. Spacial  Spatial Special sorrows of that Mothra sure looks bright to me. Bright enough making it a Day after Day on and on again and even after tomorrow.  But after tomorrow that is still the Day Light.”

            They took off now with those paid Elements vacationing to Heat and Cold. Along with  some business partners on work trips.  And a Sun working his lights out.

            Ralph was asked by Gallium why he was arguing with the most interesting element on the periodic table. Ralph looked at  Metal with her remarkable properties.  Ralph sung,  “A melting point below body temperature.  Her water-like viscosity.   Low-toxicity, Reactivity, and zero vapor Effectively.  Boy pressure sure does not evaporate.”

            Alice told Ed, “Most of these enormous amounts of heat came from vacationing energy contracted by the Radio Activity.  Look at those three lounging elements, Mr. Uranium, Mr. Thorium and Miss Potassium.  Their company is Heat-Producing Elements.  HPE for short.”

            Ed said, “Don’t tell Trixie.  I don’t want her to call my Element ‘Short.’  I sure will Miss Potassium.”

            Ed then went on, “ After what Elements I see, I find it should  be impossible to work one more day  in this solar sewer.”

            Alice asked,  “What does this bus tell you?”

            Ed answered,  “We're fired.”

            They flew on where ever they were going.   Wavelengths are lights that human bases will not receive.  Some visited Infrared and a popular Ultraviolet. These are part of the broader and many other forms of Radiation. Additionally, some colors within the visible spectrum are considered "impossible" for Bus Drivers to allow on board due to how the drivers’ eyes and brains that cannot process  information.

            For Ralph,  Some colors, like Stygian Blue, are considered "impossible."

            Flying along with those Sedimentary Particles, they came with co-workers and neighbors, parts of various animals’ different types of cone cells.  Look  into  eyes.  Allow life to perceive colors.  Life, of one port or another, are beyond the human visible spectrum. Forward traveling biological cells in insects can see ultraviolet light.

            Ed whispered to Alice, “I haven't told Trixie yet. I ain't got the Universe.  You two comets are close together in this sky or that sky or along any  distinct fails.  Hey, uh, Alice, uh, you and Trixie been friends for a long time. Suppose you go up and break the news of Metallic Passengers to her.”

            Alice told him,  “Oh no, Ed. That's a man's job.”

            Ed ran away and said,  “You're right, Alice. I'll get Ralph to do it.”

  

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Cellular Photons and Ecliptically Dogs

 

            There I was.  Thinking I got Far Flung.  After all, I am a Fare Fungi.  I am always the Fun Guy at the Fair.  Hear More or Dare More, Your Money will Spare More.  Or Is That Spar More?

            I am The Dog!   And where is The Photon when I need him?  Or even when I kneeded him?

            Those Rats come vermivores and injustly unjustified with all their lies, to just eat a wide variety of foods.  Ingesting and including grains, seeds, fruits, vegetables, nuts, insects, and even me.  After all, and especially after Fall, I am what you would call garbage. Those Rats are proximity feeders and keep on consuming whatever is available, including human foot scraps, pet food, or even non-food items like soap and paper, people who are dopes, and toilet paper.  I sure don’t like soap.

            Is my world the Kitchen Table or just some Stitching Fables?  I guess, Once a Pure Rat  always was a Prior Ate.  You say I am Pure Fat because of your Liar Hate.

            Here I am, with all this Body Fat, as I am a primitively founding adipose issue tissue.   Mainly, me and my Dog Friends, consisting of triglycerides, and as you point out, the we are Made Up.  I’ve had enough of your fatty acids and glycerol. My triggers are sported during specialized calls, yelled with adipocytes. Those chemicals suture a bunch of my traditions, including free fatty acids, mole holes, and attractive single glycerol molecules.  I’d try not to pyrite married ones.

            While this goes on, my close friend, the Photon, meets some Fun Gal at the mall. Including in that group he found  humans showing off their  complex chemical makeups.   Primate Italy composed songs of polysaccharides, proteins, and lipids. This went well because of some key structural components, which the girls made up, stating that those polymers who like chitin are precious glucans, along with every protein and lipid. Fun Gals never claim to contain the sterol ergosterol, unlike animal nuts who abuse cholesterol.

            When I noticed this, I started inching to that itching and grabbed a pen along with my tin.  Garbage is my medication with my molecular uses.   Intruding greetings that nerved my plain, your swollen lips are even some types of comic  stitchings (pure I says).   Potent bars for my own Belief: Studies have shown a carrot cannot be effective in relieving fetching in various conditions, like new raptures, pure field mice, bioinks, pertussis, and other lying’s associated with nose burns.

            Photon said to me, “The only flower that would ever eat meat is in the sun with the Venus Fly Trap.”

            To which I reprised, “The only boy who would ever eat feet is the son of the werewolf man.”

            Now I just need to defy that Farce about Masses in the time of Acceleration.  Acclamation is the disturbance of those who dived by the time divided by another slime.  Anyone can claim to equal their Mass when gravity sucks.  Mercury, Mars, and Venus are creating a black hole.  That’s another spineless mess I’ve gotten us into.

            See The Three Stooges meet the Three Stupids.  Watch Moe Howard, Larry Fine, and Shemp Howard, or is that Curle Howard, or maybe Joe Besser, or possibly Curly Joe DeRita.  Anyway, who would want to meet Don, Don Jr, Eric, Ivanka, Jared Kushner.  They keep Crushing US All.

            Let’s just Row and Hardly.  And at scathe is an Ultra Violet Ray.  We Three Stooges of Niagara Falls are, Step by Step, Stupid by Stupid; We Three Stupids Go down because of MAGA Falls With their Sky Rocket fair.  Foot by foot.  And Inch by inch.  We certainly are Howards.  Or is that, Cowards?  I’ve got to Start talking with some customers, And have them ask to be taken off these dwarf stars.

            And there she is, Fraulein Helpme, “Seargent Has Schlitz, sometimes I think if I hear the words ‘don’t drink frequently’ again, I'll cry.”

            And we see and hear Seargent Has Schlitz, “It is illogical for someone I work with to follow the words ‘don’t drink frequently.’"

            Life goes on for Fraulein Helpme, “Then I'm an logical woman. Would you never stop telling me what an attractive lady I am!  And how do I not laugh at Kirkadant Stink when he’s been Mooned?”

            As usual, Seargent Has Schlitz, “Stink is The Man In The Moon, Fraulein Helpme.”

Fraulein Helpme,  “I'm not surprised.”

            Photon then tells me, “Something Faked at Christmas.”

            I just sung, “Yingle Belts.”

            And I am also the stung that caused a missed in those Hooligan’s Christmas Fakes.

            The Photon lights up my life.  And my life lights up his thinking.  We tour as Human Beings among the workers and livers and payers of things.  You claim you live more and to us you are livers more.  Just core and poor and poured out the door.  I gathered together with people who did the actual work that facility managers claim to do and say.  I wish they’d say less and my friends should get paid more.  But gravity and acceptability are a lot more touching than the sellable ‘I claim this and you do that’ that gives us our only jobs.  I feel better doing my job instead of living off of yours. 

            Electrical luminosity waves partial neutrons among those cascading magnetic time parting papers which flow along with hate flooding blue colored bees whose stripe lined fluidity attracted both the non enterable caving in wall floors and their partnering soft feeling ant groups which shout along the way.  Wyne more as you wine more with ninety five degree angles of solar constructed moving apart parts.  A Photon is here as A Dog gets heard in this Human herd.  Any Won Headed My Weigh?

 

           

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Is Life Getting Better, or Lost To A Bettor

 

            I try to brag to everyone that I am ‘Now Here.’  But they keep  laughing and let me know that I am ‘No Where.’  I will not Dodge.  I’m not a Dog.  I’m in this Blog.  I’m blinded by Fog.  I’m just a Frog.  A jumpin Photon.  I’m for all of us, I’m a Proton.  And I am experienced at it.  A real Pro Ton.  Definitely not a Pro Don. I am not new at this and Don’s not Knew at anything.  Just another Neutron.  And he is not a Star.  Oh, my Nucleus!

            I’ll just speak my mind, when my thoughts are not gold and I get TNT.  Rock Hunting for all those praises in all my phases as you claim I am a Clay Mess.  I just get damped.  I want to know What Condition my Petition is in.  I want No More of this Condemnation My Own and Owned and definitely Owed Nation got in. 

            Those Camera Thrills will kill us all.  As Trump and Putin keep trying to Kill U. S. All.  Come on, Let’s get Physics Al.  Physics Al.  Not Psychics A I.  With our Side Kicks, Pals.  Side Kicks, Pals.  Get me to some Time Warp.  Away from my President with his Mind Warped.  Where is Albert Einstein when we need him?  Another bleacher hole and we are not going forth in thin air with died hair Or to Halt a Whole Hole there.  Would any body Dare?  Or do we have to keep putting up with Putin Ups with Wooden Minds who don’t Care!

            Back in the past, Zappa Got it!  He knew we should ask, “Can it happen here?”  Well, It Can and Did Happen Here!  Unfortunately, It keeps happening here, again and again.  We are in a Plague.  As Don holds us on a Plaque.  We are flown in Flagtonic.  With a government that’s Ironic. Who think they’re Iconic.  As they say they are Platonic.  Where is our Plato.  Life is just a Play Dough Cow.  And we get Frayed and How.  We’re just Fried Green tomatoes for his Lied Greed Freaks.

            I’m not on Freight, but I am Afraid.  Here comes another Blade.  And he keeps getting Paid.  Realize, and it’s not a Real Lie.  It’s life Jim, but not as we know it.  Not as we know it.  He Lies, that Don, But won’t admit that he knows it.  Won’t admit in all of his fits. He’s such a jerky old Fellon whom nobody can rely on.  No Relying On.  They Repeat, Repeat, Repeat their lies.

 

                                    That QAnon.

                                    Oh QAnon

                                    Stow QAnon

                        You just shoot another American

                                    As You won your way

                        You make us Live in your Rejection

                                    And what you do

                        What you do, we cannot live

                                    Yesterday, Today

                                    And Defiantly

                                    Tomorrow

 

 

                        Don’t Brag And Boast

                        In This World You Hate Most

                        You Attack all Our Feelings

                        Your Will Make Us All Ghosts

                        This World Is A Loser

                         As You Burn Down Your Fuse

                         You KKK

                         You Nazi

                        You Have No Excuse

 

 

            And all over JD Vance Jumps Down,  being another Stooge around.

 

                        Little JD Jumped down

                        Trumped us on the floor

                                    Sin around

                                    Sin around

                        spin around, spin around, spin around

 

            Little Eric Trumps down, pokes us in the eyes

 

                        Pig Too, Pig Too, Pig Too, Pig Too

 

            Little Ivanka Trumps down, sprays US Away

 

                        Donald Junior Trumps down

                               Slaps Us On Our Faces

 

                        Little Tiffany Trumps down

                                    Playing the Lying Lez

 

                        Little Barron Trumps down

                                    Life’s Sure Not Fair

 

                                    Trump down

            Cut the cheese, Cut the cheese, Cut the cheese.

 

 

                        Little Donald Trumps Us down

                                    As he works like a loaf

                        He Throw A pie in our face

                                    Sick too

 

                        Look at that Louse

 

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Pillars Of Salt or One Assault After Another

 

            I want to brag to everyone that I am ‘Now Here.’  But they laugh and let me know that I am ‘No Where.’  I am under that spell, and that’s how you spell.   I am just a Dog caught in a Blog drowning in this Bog covered up by all that Fog and I am just a Frog looking for the Photon claiming to be your Proton  you silly Neutron  get back in your Nucleus you Dog!

            Just keep on describing that your Farce equals Masks times Accumulation.  The Americans Can’t Declaration equals the distinct divided by slime insided by your spine.  Effigy keeps going in Masks to Mass causing A Mess of Destruction.  Pillars of salt.  Killers who assault.  There is a Fine Night Musk in the United States that had gotten our president to introduce China and Korea to manufacture more Atomic Bombs while the Under Stated flees out of orbit by rushing to Russia.  Put it there, Putin!

            While gravity just sucks Venus and Mars and Saturn into a black hole, there’s another useless class the president has gotten us into.

            I’ll speak my mind, when my thoughts are not gold I get TNT.  I’ve got to keep Rock Hunting for all those  still phases that I am damped in.  See what contrition my subtraction is in.  You will feel what condemnation my own nation is in.

            You say that I’m on Camera but what is on me is Gamora. Your Camera thrills all and kills all.  Speaking of All in this Hall  as we Haul.  How about, Let’s get Physics Al!  Physics Al?  I whine and get Psychics Al.  Psycho All.  Oh, You Mystics Al!!  You’ll soon see me as your Ions pop.  Was that  Physics Al, or Physics A I?

            Why don’t you just Get me to that Time Warp again.  You misspelled as your mists smell.  That wasn’t Al for Alvin or A I for Artificial Intelligence.  A! A ! A!  That was Albert Einstein.  Don’t get hurt, or Curt, or even Kurt Isenstein, you squirt.

            That  bleacher hole I am in is defiantly definitely  not going forth in thin air.  So how are you going to halt a whole Black or Blanked or Blanched or Beached Hole?  As usual, Zappa Got it!  So, Can it happen here?  Will you Can It! It did happen here.  They are not even truly elected!  They should be ejected   It just keeps on happening here, again and again.

            So once again, we are in a Plague, with you under that Plaque, you just drinking more Plane Tonic while you are not Platonic you Plutonic Pluto Nick.  We are in a Frack while you just go Plack and I get Frayed when you Fire Away with all your Lies and my life gets Fried.  You make me Afraid.

            It’s his life Jim Crow, but not as we know it.  He just wants to stow it.  He Lies, that Don, but sure won’t admit that he knows it.  He’s just a jerky old Fellon whom nobody can Rely On.

No Relying On!  That hole bunch, they Repeat, Repeat, Repeat their lies.  Like the poop they did in our paid for yard, just covered with flies.

            And their followers just sing:

                                   

                                    That QAnon

                                    Oh QAnon

                                    Oh QAnon

                                    Let’s shoot another American

                                    We won Our way

                                    We’ll  make them Live in their Rejection

                                    And when We do what We do, they cannot live!

 

            All that Racism, Bigotry, and Hatred, the currently ruling White Race gives us all, every one of us, American, European, African, Asian, Antarctican, the acts upon which we should not be allowed to hang onto privileges or even just life, now and in our future.  Sure, because of arms and slavery, selfish people are feeling better because they hate and hurt people whose genes are considered a perceived percent of changes from the ownership and bullieness of those whip owners and vocal claimers.

            Who cares about Education, Health Care, Feeding The Poor, Helping The Homeless, Giving Refuge To The Refugees.  With another country ruling the US, Class Wages, Pollution, and Racist Terrorism wins.

            Life, life, life on Earth.  The Cells.  The Animals. The Chemically produced, attracted and really facted; LIFE.  Earth has gone through 6 periods:

 

                                    Ordovician-Silurian

                                    Late Devonian

                                    Permian-Triassic

                                    Triassic-Jurassic

                                    Cretaceous-Paleogene

                                    Holocene-Anthropocene   this is the one currently happening.

 

            Will we ever be able to go through some more.  Our life and existence keeps getting less and less.  Dracula’s son is Alucard.  Frankenstein’s son is Niets Nek Narf.  The child of the Wolfman  is Nam Flow!  How about that Werewolf.  Call him Flow Erew.  Don’t forget that Mummy – Ymmum!  And we have to put up with a bunch of Ivankas and Barrons and Donald Juniors and Erics and of course Tiffany.  A bunch of Sack You Alls and Barrage Garbage and Another One Who Claims to Know More But Really Knew Less along with Errors for his own Richness, and Tight Fighties All.

            They think their Genius has Extra Clout but their lives are just getting overloaded on Guiness Extra Stout.  Sure, they appear to drink  a lot of Australia’s Foster’s Lager and we keep on getting kicked by those kangaroos.

            I want to first state that although I voted for Bernie Sanders in that Primary, I fully supported Hillary and voted for her in the General Election.  We got stuck with that Trump being such a non-thinking bully, I do wish he does not have a chance in the next General Election. Among other, important things is  that this next President will be responsible for cleaning up the Supreme Court judges who give us  lasting and immediate concern.

            That being said, we should not breathe easy until after the elections.  We need to rally. Along with the Presidency we should be very concerned about the Senate and House of Representatives. These current years the Congress has blocked all good things that Obama has attempted to do and they keep trying their best to destroy anything that he did accomplish.

            It almost seems like such  a conspiracy lead by Musk, the Koch brothers, and other multimillionaires.  Put one of the biggest jokes possible up as their candidate for the Presidency. Spend no money on his campaign.  They put the bulk of their money into keeping and strengthening their hold over Congress.

            Even though some people claim that the Tea Party was a grass roots movement, it wasn't.  It was founded and directed by the owners of corporations.  We should not have felt that Hillary didn't have a chance to win, making our votes so not important.    We need each and every American to go out and vote and look at the whole ticket.

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