Amateur Night on the Blatz

Once upon a New Years gone bleary
Warily I wandered with the freaked and the cheery
O'er many a faint from fumes galore.
Merrily I hot-toddied with my feet tap tapping,
Suddenly there came one last crazy night capping.
Then someone started loudly rapping, rapping inside my very core.
"Tis the inquisitor," I muttered "rapping inside with such a roar.
No! No way! And never ever more!"

Whining For Free Stuff

I hope the flooding in Sri Lanka does not kill any more people. I hope the flooding prevented Disney from breaking the legs of any more workers who dare to want a living wage. I hope.
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Shhh, but according to the big elephant in everybody's nightmare:
the wealthiest one percenters, those wastrels who spend anybody's money except their own, who do not like laborers who make livable union wages, who do not like the public and its public schools, who do not like healthy old people with full stomachs, who do not like the mentally ill and their greedy needs, who do not like a segment of the population called "women," who do not like people who look or think differently from themselves, but who do like and enjoy cashing in on wars and the unnecessarily exorbitant defense budget, well, their favorite pastime is picking pockets and whining for free stuff.

Raises For Everybody!

How are you feeling, fb?
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Since Congress just voted itself a raise, the fiscal cliff morphed into the fiscal crack in the sidewalk. It is a miracle of modern science.
Raises for everybody!

It Will Be Fun

"Bracing for hard landing off 'cliff' "

Just as long as the wealthiest among US do not pay their share, and the government tools continue to burden everyone else, especially the poorest, in extreme and hurtful ways, and corporations still kill whoever they feel like wherever the almighty profit takes them, it will be fun.

TV Channel

David Gregory, News Anchor: ". . . a magazine that carries 5 bullets or 10 bullets [me: versus 30 rounds], isn't it just possible that we can reduce the carnage . . .?"

Wayne LaPierre, Gun Salesman: "I don't think it's what will work."
[me again: what an idiot]
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If 80% of your weight loss has been between your ears, you may want to think about changing political parties or at least the tv channel.

Days of the Weak

Corporatize your black and blue days after Kris Miss
Hasidic or al Kalam, better bring the Lit Miss
Who is
Sue Ezz
A sign I neck on the AfricAsia Iss Miss.
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If the Chicago Tribune is the carping enemy of the formidable public school system, it must be one of the days of the weak.

Be Bright

Merry Christukahzaa to all
And to all a good bite
Grab your boots from the hall
And go out into the light
If your grandparents should call
Let them know which flight
Traffic is down to a crawl
So the timing will be tight
I'll run to the mall
Before snows turns our world white
Merry Christukahza to all
To all who would be bright