[Poem] Old and Stupid

 By Emmit Other

The human mind is a muscle

And mucb more if course

But as we age

We grow weaker

And we already know 

From well documented research

That stupid people

Or people who pee their pants

Lean conservative

And as you age

You check the mirror each morning 

Wondering what will break or fail next

Well if you think Trump is ok

of you think trump is moral to vote for

Your mind is broken

And if someone is telling you that is Ok

They will rob you blind

And I will eat popcorn with butter and salt

And watch

As they do it

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[Poem] The Ammoral New York Times

 by Emmit Other

Fox News for Bothsider Judas Centrists

The freaks who keep spinning the unspinnable

Horseracing Nazis and Not Nazis

Genocide enablers dancing on the head of a pin

With other freakish loser genocide enablers

Like Martin Van Urine and Kier Starmer

Stumbling all over themselves 

Using a push broom to make blood seep back 

Into the Genocide closet

So confident in the strength of their positions

That they lie like they breath

And silence anyone who dares to speak the truth

Mouthpiece for a broken marble statue

Carved with the bones of wage slavery

Moneydragons hoarding human dreams

Showing demonic tinkers who build engines of theft and cowardice

And pretend they are wonderful as they move fast and break bones

Crush hope and suck in souls

America is as broken as the nazis say

The definition of Conservatism

Is Doing the Same thing over and over again

And expecting a different result

Conservatism is not possible without lies

And conservatism is not possible

Without centrism

The very idea

That this is a close election

Is as thorough a condemnation by the very forces of light and life

As anyone who remotely considers voting Republican ever again in their lifetime

Or remains in the party of blood and sin and slavery

Taking the bodies of the unborn

And painting it on their flesh 

Like undead Picts 

Killing the unborn with their merciless apathy on their mothers and families

Bootstrap strangling women and children

For their false idol Molloch and Mammon.

Then to boot they raise the flag of Christ

Who whipped the money changers from the Temple

Render unto Caesar nothing nor God

And rob from God and then blame Ceaser

If the least of these is like unto Christ

Then those who are conservative

Have robbed Christ daily the moment they joined the demonic former party of Lincoln

Who would have nothing to do with the Satanists.

[Poem] Reuleaux Triangle Privlidge

by Emmit Other

In Flatland

That distant imaginary country of two dimensions

Where three d folks look on and smile

At their goofy flat ways

The Circle is God

And the women are lines no one takes seriously

A strict case system created to mock 

Crap Victorian Bizarreness

Well now

A Reuleaux Triangle 

Is a triangle that can act like a wheel

Its a circle when it wants to be

And a triangle when it wants to be

And for centuries

The circles treated the Reuleaux like shit

Until after great pain and suffering

Now the Reuleaux are full circles

Except they also want to be victims like Triangles

Reuleaux want all of the protection AND all the privilege

They want their cake and to eat it too

Indeed triangles living in the Reuleaux flats

Normal triangles that cant disguise themselves as circles

To be killed and die

They dont say that

But the Reuleaux Triangles have suffered

And insist you constantly remember that suffering

But also demand the right 

To rape and maim and kill regular triangles from Reuleaux

And will never be triangles or regular circles

They insist on both privilege and protection

And will ruin you if you point out the hypocrisy

Utterly ruin you

Even if other Reuleaux Triangles say

'Maybe we should remember when we were called Triangles

And not kill other triangles'

The majority of Realeaux Triangles

Will say that the sympathetic ones

Are sell outs and self hating

And sit down and shut up

[Poem] There He Goes Again

 By Emmit Other

Get out your Calvin and Hobbes Cardboard Box Time Machine

And travel back with me

To the 1980s

Donald Trump is accusing the central park 5 of murder

In an ad place in the slime New York Times

And is proven a liar and a thief

Ronnie Raygun is making a secret deal with Iran

To delay releasing the hostages

To make Carter lose

And he gets away with it

Because in the American shit system the President is in charge

Of investigating himself

Fast forward to today

And Reagan is dust and worms 

And his legacy is poison and pain and genocide against the lgbt

And Trump is another b list actor

Rerunning for president

Trump is a rerun

A human clip shoe of bad cliches

And plots left on the cutting room floor

Like when he colluded with Bibi

To keep the war going as long as possible

To fuck Biden and now Harris

Where is my proof?

We stop the poem

And put the house spotlight on the person asking

The dumbest question imaginable

This is a man who sold nuclear secrets to Saudi Arabia

And you are stupid enough to ask that?

Do you chew lead flavored gum?

Are you someone that thinks voting for RFK JR 

Will mean anything but helping Trump?

Rumor is Elon Musk and RFK will be in the treason cabinet

The American system is awful

But it means basically you vote for one of the two parties

Or you vote by not voting for one of the two parties

Google Duvigers law

Math doesnt care about your protest vote

It doesnt care that you were a sucker

Just like I was a sucker

Biden fucked up a lot

But now we know this has been staged

Irangate Genocide edition

If you dont vote 

Or vote for Trump

The blood of Gaza

Is on your hands

Not Harris

Unless you are fortunate enough

Not to live in the fucking U S of A

Read the Reviews for Water and Glass

 Ladies and germs, the reviews are smashing!

No, literally.  This likely angry sociopathic family member or disgruntled social media magnate who I pissed off on mastodon who I blocked would smash this against the bricks if it was a physical object

https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/review/B0BL1HJBWX/R326YFKQRXTS68?ref_=cm_sw_r_mwn_dprv_072B625JB9D4WNCZ926Q&language=en-US

Learn the definition of the word Quotidian "

adjective

1. Everyday; commonplace. 
2. Recurring daily. Used especially of attacks of malaria. 
3. Occurring or returning daily. 
   "a quotidian fever"
   
   
   You learned a word everyone! Buy my book! Wish you had 2 hours of your life back from pretty good poetry to just plain awful fiction that makes conservatives out to be monsters which is likely the real reason the reviewer looked up his word of the day calendar.
   
   
   I am not saying its great, in fact the stories are awful but Quotidian?!
   
   
   Well buy and find out for yourself!

Update on the Podcast

 The Last Year has been chaos as Stewie, the Boomer Landlord from hell upended our lives as we bought a house, had the house from Hell, and then Julia got an opportunity for her dream job, we took it and moved to Salem, MA (ie Halloweenland).  Our lives are just starting to stabilize, and now that the podcast is 10 years old I want to do the series on the Constitution I have been promising to do for years; but I'm not going to.

Our culture simply isn't ready for and doesnt deserve a functional constitution.  I could tell you how to make one, but it is just exercises in common sense that our descendants will figure out.  No, the recent oppression of student activists against genocide across the country has made me realize that we need something else instead.

Due to being trained on stolen material, I have been a late bloomer to the Clockwork Parrot phenomena, but as a secondary user I am definitely a power user and I believe I have found a good use for them.  People say that Anarchism is impractical but as I look around at the people doing the shittiest things, I see that what terrorizes them most is anarchism.  And I look at the people doing the things that are doing the best things to protest genocide and they are anarchists. 

I am not an anarchist.  I have reserverations; particularly about the military, but since I can't give people the higher law, I'm going back up to the mountain to give them the "10 commandments."  So instead what I am going to do is bring the dead to life via Clockwork Parrots.  I am going to use prompts to have the greats of the past such as Marx and Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson speak in favor of Anarchism and how to make it work.  The enemy of my enemy is my friend and if the elite have made themselves my enemy by deplatforming me again and again, then I will empower anarchism.

But first I am setting up a Peertube instance so that even if they deplatform me on YouTube and Libsyn, the Signal will be owned entirely by me.

Long Live Project Fireship.

[Poem] Your Feelings

by Emmit Other

To whom do I owe the greater burden of trust

Burden of love

Burden of honor

The Persona that is paper plate thin and deep

Or who you really are my helix neighboor

I know who you are

Underneath the mush 

Underneath the lies

I know and see all you do

And more

Because I have had the blinders lifted

And I am allowed to hope

One day

you will take the hood off

Too

The one you dont know you are wearing

I wish someone had told me

Really told me

And they did

But they never said it quite way

Until it happened anyway

I see a lot

But I dont see everything

Like the key to unlock your chains

Or I would

Believe me

I know there is a key

Just not what it is

So sorry if

Right now

I only have

this

HAMMER

instead