Monday, May 22, 2017

day ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY THREE

i followed a trump supporter

not like on facebook or twitter
but for real…on the street
i didn’t mean to but he came walking out of his house
right in front of me
i was on my way to work
and was in no way lurking around the neighborhood
just waiting for one of his inbred minions
or some teenagers to sell me pot
i knew he was a trump supporter
because i pass the house nearly every morning
and i pretty much have every house
that had a trump sign on its lawn memorized
not for any grand devious plan on my part
my mind just works like that
but i always believed that it was best to know my enemies
really, it wasn’t my fault that we were walking the same way
and that he was walking fast
well…not too fast but too fast for me to pass him
and i couldn’t cross the street because there’s that dog on the other side
who lunges at me like he wants to take a piece out of my ass
that dog could probably smell a pinko a mile away
if dogs could vote…that one would’ve voted for trump
but this trump supporter
this walking paper patriot
he looked the way i thought a real live trump supporter would look
he had his head shaved
with a lot of tattoos of eagles and flags on his arms
camouflage t-shirt and combat boots
g.i. joe with a million dollar home in brooklyn
he probably eats the american flag for lunch
and i didn’t mean to follow him to his car
it was simply parked along my route
and i put it down here…only for posterity, of course
that he drives a cherry red honda pilot
with a these colors don’t run bumper sticker
the license plate is from new york
but i didn’t get the numbers because, quite frankly,
my ipod died on me again
and by the time i was done cursing it and the ghost of steven jobs
and looked up again he was already gone
not that i wanted his license plate number mind you
for anything untoward
…an innocent guy like me wouldn’t even know
what to do with information like that.   

--John Grochalski                          

Sunday, May 21, 2017

day ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY TWO

The ICE Men Cometh
 
Men made of shit say bring it on
They target souls from Mexico
They lie to us, themselves they con
They go to places only killers go
 
Behind the fence, behind the wall
to places where the bones lie deep
They murder freedom, hope and all,
the promises this land would keep --
 
if it were built on liberty,
if it were called 'land of the free,'
if founders vowed their work to be
the cradle-home of liberty. 
 
The soulless call for more police
They beat their chests and wave a gun
The tallies of their sins increase
Beneath drear clouds and bloody sun
 
Their skeletons will walk the land
In endless night of poisoned dreams
To bloody work they lend their hand
to infants' cries and parents' screams
 
They feed their face on cries of fear
Their hearts are drained of human blood
The countdown of their days draws near
Their brains are ash, their bodies mud
 
No one will mourn their dying day.
The statue weeps for those they hurt
Their tyrant's sins in hell they pay
Her tears stir life; their flesh is dirt.
 
--Robert Knox

Saturday, May 20, 2017

day ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY ONE

The Bottom Line

Their only religion
is the bottom line
Moneytheistic principles
that fill their minds
with sugar plum fairies
bonuses and profits
taxes avoided
insider trading
(but just among their friends)
and jobs for their children
who look and think like them.

On bended knees
they pray to the lords
of bigger and bigger banks
and funds that are hedged
and jobs that are lost.

What a wonderful country
they live in
now that it’s theirs
(and the President, too)
with their futures invested
in offshore banks.

--Neil Ellman

WineDrunk SideWalk: Shipwrecked in TrumpLand week SEVENTEEN weekly wrap up

Welcome to week seventeen folks...where the "witch hunt" is in full bloom!

If we can, for a moment, we’re going to use the good ol’ WineDrunk SideWalk time machine and take us back to last week before I comment, rant about the new horrors shaping the decline of the United States Empire this week. In all of the James Comey hoopla I forgot to comment on the fact that Jefferson Beauregard Sessions, our Attorney General, is bringing back the WAR on Drugs. Yes, the DOUCHE MOTHERFUCKER regime, having not yet selected a new country for the USA to go to war with, has decided to continue its assault on its own citizens by bringing back a tougher version of the archaic, demoralizing failure of an incarceration policy. Sessions has given a directive to federal prosecutors (who already have too much power and influence in the justice system) to simply do away with the Obama-era Smart on Crime initiative. What this means is a full on return to the failed drug policies of the 1970s and 1980s which saw prison populations spike astronomically and harsher, more long-term sentences handed down for drug offenses. Sessions chose to do this at a time when even congressional consensus is that draconian policies such as these simply DO NOT WORK…but Jefferson Beauregard Sessions being the racist prick that he is, is forging ahead with his plan that will mostly affect communities of people of color….but who knows? Maybe Jeffy will have the cops at college campuses and in the burbs arresting Toby and Brad for selling pot to their friends too…fucking doubt it. DOUCHE MOTHERFUCKER is a moron but he’s a political neophyte….Jeffy has been in politics for decades…he know exactly what he’s doing and he knows exactly whom it is that he is setting out to hurt.


…and how about this for a segue:

                                          photo by Allison Wrabel/The Daily Progressive via Associated Press

heartwarming isn’t it? no, this isn’t a candlelight vigil being held…for whatever it is people hold candlelight vigils…no, those are torches…torches being held by a pack of sensitive little, white supremacy snowflakes lead by Richard Spencer (last seen getting his ass handed to him on inauguration day) last Saturday night under the statue of the venerable symbol of racism and hatred, Robert E. Lee, in Charlottesville, Virginia, of all places. These neo-KKK rallies and protests have been popping up in places in the South (primarily New Orleans) as city and town mayors have begun taking down statues of the likes of Lee as well as Stonewall Jackson and Jefferson Davis, and renaming parks previously given a moniker associated with someone from the confederacy. Seems that Mr. Spencer and his ill-bred cohorts have a problem with this washing away of history, and these torch-light rallies are a part of their last grasp attempt to hold onto elements of their sick and violent history of aggression….i say so long Robert E. Lee Park…howdy, John Lewis Playground. 

Another day…another step toward impeachment (I kid…I just wanted to make Mitch McConnell laugh…provided he’s reading). But apparently firing an FBI director wasn’t enough for DOUCHE….no reports have it that DOUCHE shared classified information in regards to ISIS last week with Russian foreign minister and ambassador, Sergey V. Lavrov. From what I’ve read the information was disclosed to the U.S. was so sensitive that it hadn’t even been much discussed in U.S. government circles let alone amongst our allies.... and of course said double-crossed ally had to be…wait for it…wait for it…Israel! The BFF of allies. The ace ally. The “my word is as solid as oak ally. The we’ll-look-the-other-way-while-you-keep-building-those-illegal-settlements ally. The let’s get together and do each other’s hair while we unnecessarily continue to vilify Iran to the world…ALLY.

Excuse me for a moment for this one indulgence over the course of these 121 horrid days but…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!


The President, god help us all, can declassify information as he/she (one day…one day) sees fit, but, as with everything else in DOUCHE’S administration, this is highly irregular….personally I can’t tell if this was just general stupidity on DOUCHE’s part…or if this continues to be a part of the quid pro quo for helping to hand him the election…I guess we’ll see…I mean we will…the GOP will continue to keep playing a solid game of see no evil, hear no evil.

The DOUCHE MOTHERFUCKER shitpile keeps getting thicker and stinkier folks on Tuesday evening word got out that DOUCHE personally asked former FBI director James Comey to end the inquiry into Michael Flynn’s involvement with Russia. Apparently Comey documented this in a memo in February….and not like a post-it note or chicken scratch grocery lists, around Washington they take FBI director memos pretty fucking seriously….this is shaping up to be obstruction of justice 101 here...and Comey is proving to be the wrong gal to jilt! All the same it's another hour/Another scandal and the democrats are outraged in that we-don’t-have-any-actual-power way and Republicans are shrugging and asking for more evidence because, let’s face it, those swine gave up governance long before DOUCHE MOTHERFUCKER rolled into town in his golden, Russian subsidized limo, and, honestly, El DOUCHERINO could probably come flying onto Capitol Hill naked on a Putin’ Penis shaped missile with Kim Jong Un and Recep Erdogan taking turns sucking off the tip, and the GOP would still be hard pressed to find anything untoward and actually do their jobs….unless the Koch Brothers decide that it’s time to act like big boys and girls and govern.


Seemingly impervious, or simply clueless, to the shit-storm brewing around him, DOUCHE MOTHERFUCKER has been making the commencement speech rounds in recent days, first visiting the next generation of promise keepers or keeper promises or whatever they call themselves at bullshit shit Liberty College, and more tellingly on Wednesday giving a commencement speech at the Coast Guard Academy. As with everything DOUCHE does the speech to the coast guard kids was more about himself than having anything to do with the graduates or, as in presidential commencement speeches of the past, anything to do with his agenda (does DOUCHE even have an agenda other than outright idiocy and incompetence at this point?). No, DOUCHE used the speech to bitch about his treatment by the media saying: “Look at the way I’ve been treated, especially by the media. No politician in history—and I say this with great surety—has been treated worse or more unfairly.” Former presidents Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley and Kennedy responded by turning over in their graves...or let's not even go that route....let's just ask President Obama how badly and how much
bullshit he put up with coming from Republican fucktards for the last eight years....go home DOUCHE...do yourself a favor and resign now.

and finally four months (and seemingly ten years) into this farce of an administration, the justice department on Wednesday FINALFUCKINGLY appointed former FBI director Robert S. Mueller III as special counsel into the investigation of ties between the DOUCHE campaign and Russian officials. The decision was made by soon-to-be former deputy attorney general Rod J. Rosenstein after a week in which anyone with half a brain (excluding Paul "keep it in the family" Ryan and Bitch McConnell) could see how much damage this administration was causing to the actual fiber of American life. Because I’m tired and hungover and this fucking dickwad's presidential term has basically taking over my writing mornings you can read for yourself about the duties of the special counsel right HERE.


fun fact?  Immigration arrests have risen 38% since DOUCHE MOTHERFUCKER took office

Ding Dong the Ailes is dead! Wake up, you sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed. Ding Dong, the wicked Ailes is dead!

that said....RIP Chris Cornell...I wasn't the biggest Soundgarden fan, but Superunknown got
me through some rough rides home after fighting with an old girlfriend all evening.

not to sound like out Millennial friends but I...Literally...Can't...EVEN...anymore
I've been back in the states for two weeks...and I need another vacation from America

On top of all these domestic messes…DOUCHE leaves Friday for a trip to play golf in not only Saudi Arabia, but also Israel (awkwaaaaard), Italy and Belgium…while I’m glad to see is flabby, orange ass out of the U.S. for a bit… to star in the American version of An Idiot Abroad, let’s hope he leaves behind Betty Ross’ award winning apple pie recipe….can’t let that get into Saudi hands…not for anything.... on a personal note, DOUCHE, I hope you have so much turbulence to and from that you puke up every blood red cheeseburger you manage to shove down your fat, orange throat.
 
you know it's all well and good that DOUCHE MOTHERFUCKER could be impeached...or he could
resign...or he could resign while being impeached...or resign after...or spin himself into such a tizzy that he barrels through the earth and melts at its core....we just don't know....but should DOUCHE MOTHERFUCKER be removed from office, while I'll feel that momentary sense of relief deep down I know that we'll be faced with this:
 
 
 
 
 
 
...or this asshole
 
 
 
 
 
 
...or this asshole
 
 
 
 
 
.....or even THIS asshole
 
 
 
...so.....
 
Anyway...hang in there folks.  Only 1339 days to go.  And stick around. At 10:30 today
we have the poetry of Neill Ellmans and Tomorrow at 10:30 the poetry of Robert Knox

as always....SUBMIT2RESIST: winedrunksidewalk@gmail.com
 
 


Friday, May 19, 2017

day ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY

Zangara

I am a friend of nobody
I have the gun in my hand
I kill kings and presidents first
next all capitalists

this distress comes from no failure of substance
a great number toil with little return
rich people make them suffer
as they do stomach pain to me

I believe in the land, the sky, the moon
nature offers bounty
humans multiply it
plenty is at our door
but generous use languishes
because the rulers of exchange
have failed through stubborn incompetence
                  through unscrupulous practice
it’s the money changers that should
stand to be indicted in the court of public opinion

Now they claim to flee their high seats
stripped of the lure of profit
they only know the rules of a generation of self-seekers.

We should hope to restore our temple to ancient truths
that restoration founded
on social value
more noble than profit
and happiness not in money
but in achievement

So, give me the electric chair
I’m not afraid of that chair
you son of a bitch
you’re one of the capitalists
you’re a crook too
put me in the electric chair
I don’t care
goodbye to poor people’s everywhere
push the button
go ahead
push the button

--Jason Baldinger 

Thursday, May 18, 2017

day ONE HUNDRED and NINETEEN

Status Report 246

Scrub tub
fill with water too hot for skin
ease in
lean back to pain pleasure
of wet heat engulfing body
roomful of steam muffling sound
reality in-bound
when scritch scritch scritch
in litter box
four feet away
sneaks into mind
followed by foul stench
of cat's upset stomach defecation
filling room
ending perfect pleasure
and the medit of my ation
as I rise 
to deal with fresh shit
flashing on the dump Trump 
done on our Presidential election

--Steven B. Smith

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

day ONE HUNDRED and EIGHTEEN

I Felt the Bern

It’s just not time for your tsunami.
You rocked millennial faults,
shook the china off the old-guard, status-quo armoire.
Your aftershocks resurrected the Jesus lovers.
Like useless wasps, the pro-lifers woke up buzzing-mad.

You were the building wired
to reconfigure the whole block.
Someone hit the switch too soon,
a deconstruction hitch. Our future, and yours, deferred.
You were the one who started the temblor,
ignited the fire, preached reconstruction
You introduced us to what our world could be.

You were the comforting fire at which
we rubbed our hands together, sealing our
ballots after stormy hatred and chilly debates.
One future day the fire will comfort again.
Will it warm you and me?

Remember the hordes that gave you
rock-star cachet? They are the voting future.
Those who staffed the picketing chaos are the past.
We pull up the boots of hope, ignore the blisters,
and keep trudging forward.

Thank you for showing me politics isn’t
all dollars, prejudice and stolen freedoms.
I felt the Bern. I always will.


       Jeri Thompson©2016