Did
you hear that noise? Or are you just one
of the annoyed?
That’s
when I heard you say, “No.” Or were you
implying that I don’t know? Anyway, it
seems like that “P” is our start, or was that your fart? And that “N” is our end, and again, did it
come out from your end? Whichever way,
our Vladamir better be strong. Or that
guy who claims he is was and will be our President sure is wrong.
Folks,
while in the army you probably did tour.
Then the papers claimed he woke up with his Bone Spur. Now, did the ones who were deployed get
annoyed? While we paid for his
girl? Just please note that those lies
were written by President number 45.
Yes, people do “note” it. And Criminals
“not” it. While Putin keeps on doing
“Nyet” its.
With
spring coming, trimming my grass with low cuts is going to be much better than
living in trees with some locusts. As
time keeps going on, I keep sleeping on my side. And finally, my teacher told me, “You slept
on mice hide.” I listened to her for the
first time and it caused me to yell, “Mice!
Hide!” That’s when the kid in the
desk next to me asked, “Do Mice Grow or do Mice Throw?” I answered to the class by saying, “Just call
maestro.”
The
teacher then said, “We can’t. You’re not
as fat as you used to be.”
To
which I replied, “Well, if I’m not as fat, then I’m not as Tubby.”
And
the guy sitting in back of me sputtered as he stumbled and spoke, “That guy who
calls himself our president. He keeps
thinking we’re slow. He’s the one who cheats on his wife when he becomes a daddio. Putin Bought Him. And Brought him to us, as
in US.”
The
class finally broke into chorus:
“I hate that tRumpster
Who put my life into the dumpster
And I hate those tRumpters
Who look up to the Ku Klux Klan”
To which I chorused:
“And Lord hate those
tRumpsters
That rule us when he is so mad”
Our teacher then banged her
yardstick on the desk in front of us. I
told the kid next to me, “I wish she was smashing the ruler instead of that
yardstick.”
The teacher then went on,
“Q Anon, that’s the power tRUMP’s now on.
It is just a KKK from days gone by.
And as our lives he’s crushin’
We’re taken over by that Russian.
That’s when tRUMP hits us in the face
With his lies,
And when you look at his allies,
Ask, is that ‘All Lies?’”
Then
I whispered to the kid next to me, “I’m now remembering the past. Like back in 1999 to 2007. That governor of Florida. Let me tell you a story ‘bout a man named
Jeb. He was a corporate, or was that
co-pirate, profiteer who barely ever used his head. Remember one of the days when money was
causing him to drool. On TV he acted
like a clown and joined the Republican Pool.
“Presidential
debates, Primaries.
“Next
thing you know, Jeb shows his mind is nowhere.
Even his mother said, ‘Jeb don't even think of going there.’ She said, ‘The country hurts enough from both our own
Georgies.’ Then she said, ‘This country wants
you just like a dog wants a bunch of fleas.’”
That
kid, Fred, told me to get up to the present, “Stupid Donald is an old
dummy. Scary, scary, King of the Kooks
is he. Rant stupid Donald. Rant stupid Donald. Dead our lives will be.”
Julie,
sitting next to us, went on, “He started a lie.
Which started the whole world shooting.
If the police only seen, that that dope was DT.”
I
joined her song, “Wishing me dead. With
the things that he said.”
Then
the whole class joined in:
“Oh Boy
GW Bushy
Oh Boy
Trump is a tushy
Oh Boy
Bully Chris Christie
Comedy Mitt Romney
And
Terrible Ted Kruse.”
And I just exhaled, “Trumple,
Trample, Trumple: Oh, We say he’s like
Reagan, Reagan, Reagan; As we go flying
directly into doom; No Equal Pay; No breathe today; So, we do a lot more
hating; And it gets worse every day; I’m
so glad that I am old and selfish; And
my life ain’t so very far from gone.”
But I am so stupid. I need to be told by the Genius that he or
she is a Genius.
I guess I am lucky. I’ve known several Geniuses. (How lucky am I?) You would think they’d get tired of telling
everyone that they are Geniuses.
I have an older brother. He is a Genius. When we were growing up, we had to help my
uncle take care of his yard. He had a
huge garden that was bordered with grape vines.
Those grapes had not bloomed in years.
My brother told my parents that
there was nothing he could do more with that garden. He said that he checked it out and asked
around. They told him to go play ball. I read about how to prune grapes. I pruned them. I read about how to plant and water
strawberries. I got them to grow. The grapes eventually bloomed, their vines
got longer and thicker. I worked all the
time around his house.
I remember one time when my uncle
came outside to give my brother a lemonade in the hot sun. Then my uncle said to me, “See how smart your
brother is? He gets to play ball while
you get to work in my yard.” This came
from the uncle who married a cripple who inherited money. He later divorced her and married a store
front gypsy who had more money.
My parents also looked up to my
brother and my uncle. My uncle bought a
new Cadillac each year. Each week my
uncle would dress in shabby, thread worn clothes and walk into different
supermarkets. He would find the
manager and excuse himself for the way he was dressed. “I am an old man. I am a war veteran. Do you have any stale bread or rotten
vegetables you are throwing out. I need
to feed myself and my family.” The
managers usually felt sorry for him. He
usually dined on steak and lobster tails.
If he ever just got bread or vegetables, and they usually were not
stale, my uncle would throw them into the garbage bins behind the stores.
My career was as a computer
programmer. Obie owned one of the places
I worked for. Obie and his wife kept
telling me about what a genius Obie was.
He would visit clients’ sites. He
never brought electronic equipment with him.
He would never email, File Transfer Process, or electronically
communicate in any other way between the clients’ sites and his office. Obie had an eidetic memory. He would memorize the programs the various
clients either developed themselves or bought from other contractors. He would type them into his company’s system
after he physically left the client.
Many times, he would not get the whole program typed in. A lot of those programs depended on other
programs and functions that the various clients also paid for. In other words, many times the programs that
Obie stole did not work. It was my job
to get those programs to work. Obie was
the Genius. I was just the employee who
was lucky to have such a Genius as my idol.
One
year, at tax time, Obie wanted the accounting reports for this one client to
report a loss of revenue instead of an increase in profits. This was only needed for that one nightly
execution of that client’s system. The
original programs were supposed to be the only ones in place after that
evening. I refused to take part in this
demand. I would not change the programs
on a parallel system, run it and update certain databases, and destroy the
timely backups and hardware. Needless to
say, I did not work for Obie anymore.
Another
company was formed because a doctor who made a lot of money had a son who could
not keep a job. This doctor started that
son in business. That son hired people
to make cheap copies of programs for hospitals and pharmacies. I was one of those people hired. The programs that his company produced look
like they worked, if you do not know much about medical topics. These programs were then sold to companies
(hospitals and pharmacies) that deal with peoples’ health. That doctor’s son won’t listen if you point
out where the calculations are wrong. If you liked reading this You might want to read One of THESE
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