Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.

Category: Democrat

Picking Cotten As a NY Liberal Jew

Trump has revealed the comfort of our American slavery. The mesmerising rainbow of the moneyed world has risen against him, and we don’t care, because if he wins that would mean everybody would have been wrong. That would never do.
We all conceitedly bitch about seeing that “a fix is on.” The internet is a hairy bucket of conspiracy theories and the clever don’t even notice what is happening.
Trump has guts. He is battling everyone who has purchased a piece of America. The secret billionaires, the lifetime Senators and Congressman, and our ever so self-important media.
We are put in our little pig pens to fight and argue, and then every four years we are let out to stubbornly pick  up our flags and charge into the muck.
Life is safer for the piously small minded.
Rubio is a boy with no life experience. Cruz should frighten women and represents the repulsive end of the Republican party.
Hillary represents the witless from the sixties, (my era and I know them) who have spent forty years watching ten thousand hours of soap operas, that place where everyone is well dressed because they cheat on each other well into their seventies.
Bernie Sanders is evidence that our educational system has failed. He is a socialist and those kids don’t know what that is. Still, he has beaten Hillary on occasion. Even a blind chicken finds a piece of corn once in a while. She is banking on this.
Hillary has lost to the first black man in what she calls racist America. So much for her magnetism.
Trump is a New York Jewish liberal, and so am I.
He wants to build a wall just like we all have around our homes. They call them fences and hedges. He doesn’t want to stop abortions he just doesn’t think the government should pay for them. He hires smart women because he understands that all women are not smart. I know this will annoy many dumb women like Hillary.
Mexico will pay for the wall, or we will simply annex it. Let them choose.
His health care system makes sense. You know why I know. Because the Media won’t show it to you.
He wants to cut out part of the Middle East for the refugees to hide in. He will make the Sultans pay for it. It is about time.
He wants to get the fuck out Muslimville and let the Russians have them. They can handle it because they are ruthless. We are ruthless only about code words.
Black people should be at Trump’s doorstep cutting deals to get help moving businesses into Detroit and Chicago. The problem is Black people are even more politically correct than we are. They are afraid to confront Hillary. The safety of the master you know. They know this is true and are still terrified. I can’t blame them. I am still afraid of spiders too.

 

Squirrels, Hating Trump,and Smart Hot Women

It is lucky for all of you I am not part of the voting electorate.
I want Trump to win.
All the Republicans hate him because he is a New York Jewish liberal and deep down they know it. They also hate him because the wealthy party members have spent so much money buying off the other idiots. The Tea Party hates him because he has never eaten a squirrel.
The Democrats hate him because he is male and surrounds himself with strong, smart, mostly pretty women, ( just like the media does). Unlike the news women, however, his can do mathematics. These are females who do not fear to piss off Oprah Winfrey. Women who deserve what they have because of what they have earned. Not because it is their turn.
The media all loathe him. Talk radio, CBS, NBC, ABC and FOX detest him because he makes them look ridiculous. It is he who has bought them.
He says things we are not allowed to say. Walls should be built to keep living in America valuable. People who hate us should not be shoved into our country because we are afraid to say no. We should drive hard bargains in trade. What dream world have we fallen into where it matters if other countries like us? The real world is not FaceBook. We should demand that the world envies us; it will give them something to do.

We need to manufacture things, so our poorest cities like Chicago and Detroit can grow again. Black people are poor because the Democrats want them to stay that way, and the Republicans could care less. They should be the most powerful people in our country, instead of living in the narcotic bread lines. If Black lives matter when cops extinguish them, don’t the millions of black men rotting in prisons while their families disappear matter even more? It is not racist cops that are the problem it is the racist laws.

Presidents have purchased the job before and have done quite well. At least half of our Presidents came from this pool of the wealthy. Certainly many were better than those picked by our media.

Women and Wheels

Women spend most of their lives coaxing their egos to believe they are the equals of men in certain areas. It is a petty and misguided activity. One of these domains is their talent at driving. Men are invariably part of their machines. Driving to them is little more than the carry over from the fine horsemanship the years of the early West trained them for. Women neither invent nor love machines.
Women treat cars as overly simplified washer dryers. They believe they are talented operators because they do not include steering as an active ingredient that contributes to excellence. Since the arrival of texting, women should have been prohibited from both driving and walking the streets for their safety.
This crippling inadequacy is in no way a natural gender issue but rather the cumulation of millenniums of tending children that required what women believe is something called “multitasking.” Some fool in the 1980’s came up with this term and feminists latched onto it as a compliment to females and females alone.
It is neurologically impossible for any women to drive simply. They preen, they text, do their nails, brush their hair, pluck their eyebrows, put on lipstick and the list go on and on. Women only like cars at all because of the number of mirrors that are within easy reach to gaze at themselves.
What is even worse, the upcoming generation of teenage girls, when grouped beyond three in a car will completely forget that one of them needs to steer at all.
I have always been reasonable in my stance on a woman’s right to choose and to vote but upon a long trip’s observation of girl’s behind wheels, I am coming to conclude this is something we must revisit. I have passed along a note to Mr. Trump, ( a friend) suggesting he may have to tackle this issue. The Democrats never will because even their men can’t drive.

Perhaps this is what God would do if he really cared.

It is time for another Israel in the Middle East only much bigger. Perhaps in Mexico as well. Life in these two geographic regions has been a miserable proposition for a long time. The West did not cause it. The Kings, Mullahs, and oil-rich chieftains kept their people in poverty and allowed them only God as comfort for hundreds of years. In Mexico, the poor were supported only by our tourism, our insatiable need for drugs and the Catholic Church.
Bringing these people here is moronically ill-advised.
We should use our weapons and military to carve out new Edens for the suffering instead of destroying everything to catch a few.

Perhaps this is what God would do if he really cared.

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Annex Mexico

We are entering a new century of wars conducted by swarming immigration. Water always flows downhill. Immigration will replace the nuclear weapon in the coming age.
People always move to where their life is better if they can. They will not neatly stay in a place where their children are in danger. I think human beings with stop short of treating each other like locusts, destroying intruders on mass. But one does have to recall Hitler.
The problem with our Southern border is manageable. Europe’s dilemma may not be so easy.
I think Trump is correct that we need to document people who come here, that’s only common sense. The Democrats don’t support this because they see human beings as voting blocks. The Republicans see immigrants from Mexico as vermin.
To me, our solution is simple and has been historically validated. We just annex Mexico and make it a nice place to live again. Tidy.

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The Photographers

How can a photograph be copyrighted when it’s confined to the  public domain by definition? A song comes out of nothing.  A painting is as much the hand on the brush as it is anything inherent. Movies manipulate atmospheres and the medium simultaneously. A camera’s image becomes art only when interpreted in the aftermath. Could it be that photographers are more critics than artists? Could it be that there are no artists at all, only reviewers?

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Groovy

I don’t get too tossed about this political correctness phenomenon. After all, when I was around twenty, I said “Groovy” and will still say “hey man” as a greeting, particularly to black people.
My father yelled at me when I was twelve when he overheard me on the phone with an adult speaking disrespectfully. He demanded that I say “Yes Sir or No Sir,” always. I still do this to this day, and I am older than everybody.meir
These rules can be learned.
I stumble clumsily over the speech regulations of today as though they are nuclear intrusions on my civil liberties. Hands always get a little burnt when passing torches. I know I am wrong, but I am stubborn so they can all go fuck themselves.
I have a theory about why these kids see slights that would have seemed not so grievous to my generation. Our millennials are the consummation of three generations of more and more targeted and cautious advertising. When the world does not behave the way it does in commercials, they are fearful and wary. They are suspicious of any gathering that does not accomplish fair representations of races, sexual identities or female /male neutrality. Words are paramount because they are accustomed to dialogue that has been worked and reworked by copywriters and advertising executives not to offend. One poorly placed word can result in the destruction of a Five-hour Energy drink or an Apple iPad. The stakes are huge.
I have two kids in this new generational cluster. I think they are better than me at that age. They, of course, roll their eyes when I behave deliberately in ways that will embarrass them. They forgive me for that, I know. They don’t know yet they will do exactly the same to their children. Nor should they.

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Shakespeare’s Twat

When the Poet of Avon, Mr. William Shakespeare, this very morning, stumbled into brevity, he recognized that all other English playwrights, if indeed this is not already a sterile reservoir, will soon be marinating in morbid dread. As change is the arrow that wounds all except the archer, the notion of debuting himself this day as the writer of fewest words flung him into unkind merriment.
“Let the world find its verbosity elsewhere than from me,” he says to himself, in his new and truncated style. His work will now and forever be a port-wine reduction sauce of succinctness. “Genius is the tabernacle of the boiled down,” he gloats, ” I will leave the breadth of things to the amateurs.
“Verily,” he decides, a tad too loudly, for his mother now overhears, “I will no longer desire a theater, for after all is said, of what point is an audience?’ They are simply witnesses; bystanders distinguished only by their asses finding a seat.
No, henceforth, they will hunt for my posts on trees buildings and bushes.
Hearing this vow from her roost just outside his doors, his mother, the severely talkative Mary Arden Shakespeare dismays. Mary, a woman who could trace her long-windedness as linearly as an erection, back to the paramount exercise of pointless human wordiness, The Doomsday Book, feels her lifetime toil of maneuvering her son, about to splash into a puddle of abbreviated verbal sulkiness.
She slumps; legs splayed into a bunched nest of skirts, muttering miserably to herself, (wholly in Old English, to her credit), “I will not allow him an eternity of pithiness of verse.”
But Bill speeds by her, determined to conclude his life’s drudgery of taxing inventiveness before she can interfere.
“Romeo and Juliet,” was already redrafting itself in his mind as a love story that lasts only as long as the flavor in a piece sassafras chewing gum.
“Met Romeo today, parents way unimpressed, hook up, have a scheme, R. fucks everything up, big mess, the end.”
Shakespeare races to the Stratford’s Speaker’s corner to announce the new course of England’s scholarly conversation.
“Forever on,” Bill bellows to a gathering crowd of the muddy and toothless, “ My tragedies and comedies will come to you as “Twats.”
Be it known, that if it must be said, I will say it from inside the penitentiary of twenty-eight letterings or less. I will nail my twats to this tree as I fashion them; I will stamp each with a dollop of gruel for authenticity. Henceforth to be understood as my “gruel tag.”
My histories, poems, and essays will remain on my Facebook page.” Thank you.

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It is why my life is so funny.

I love everything about America.
I don’t believe that every veteran is a hero. I believe that some are.
I don’t believe black people are all good. But I know there are enough good ones to solve their problems.
I know that wearing pink at football games does not make me more aware of breast cancer. My mind rarely wanders far from breasts.
I don’t believe children, academics or pretty girls on TV should try to tell me how I can avoid insulting them.
People should understand that I want to offend them. It is the only way I have to find out if they are idiots.
That is how I pick my friends.
It is why my life is so funny.

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There Is no you and me

A lie is as satisfying as the truth to a believer. I rid myself of fellowship when it comes to anything I believe. I can’t use you to decide. What you think, is dangerous to me. No matter the subject. I barely want you to follow along as I write or speak because  you will remove my skin if you disagree. You will want to form a league that is you and me. There is no you and me.

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