Burned Twice — Shame On…Fool Me Can’t Again!
I sure miss the idiot Bush. I miss his blank stare and his butcherin’ of hysterical-like quotes from the Rove soundstage in Crawford. Those were great times for photography – and even ‘greaterist’ times for the English language.
Had the idiot king never left his throne, millions of progressive democrats would still be in the streets…protesting with their well-spelled signs in a valiant – yet futile attempt, at bringing justice to the idiot king.
Had the idiot king never left his throne – the progressive dems might have mounted some sort of Daily Kos window breaking brigade! Or maybe even a MoveOn.bumpersticker flash mob?
We’re 6 months into 2012, and the best offense that progressive dems can mount, is to defend President Obama from the likes of Rep. Peter King (T)…who in fact, actually agrees with much of what the President is currently doing.
This proves in my mind at least, that the best offense…is indeed a retarded defense. For more, see Rep. Peter King, Leon Panetta and the never-ending war profiteering around the globe.
Or see Darcy Burner for yet even more.
The Teabagger’s fear of gay marriage, is as telling as the fear of progressive war-profiteering tribunals. Gay marriage won’t end the human race as we pretend it to be…but a progressive war-profiteering tribunal most certainly would.
See Rep. Conyers book on impeachment for less. Then watch 60 Minutes for even more of the less, or more, depending on how one looks at “things”.
We know that the shallow end of the gene-pool runs pretty shallow. Unfortunately, the deep end of the gene-pool also runs pretty shallow. For more, see Jamie Dimon in chains and the never-ending war-profiteering for Boeing.
Help us Obi-Wan Al Roker…you’re pretty much our only pathetic chance.
Burned twice — shame on…fool me can’t again!
In Lust We Trust
“A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what’s
going on.” — William S. Burroughs
Were the Borg to invade and occupy our dying planet, they’d soon find themselves underwhelmed by our inability as a species – to adapt to the frequent format changes on our local FM radio dial.
Even the Borg, it would seem…would pass on enslaving our less-than overwhelming being.
Well can I bounce, bounce a rock off your head?
Can I pronounce, pronounce you dead?
Can I bounce, bounce that rock off your head?
— 7 Year Bitch “Hip Like Junk“
Assimilate us – we don’t care – we’ll fornicate ourselves to death
Assimilate us – we don’t care – solar power’s too bright
Assimilate us – we don’t care – minimum wage and no insurance
feels alright.
Think I’d like to work forever
Edumication me – I’ll pledge my allegiance
Assimilate me
Fuck my teeth hurt
There’s white phosphorus being loaded in Port Townsend
There’s Fukushima in your fish
The Duwamish River flowed by Boeing
Poisoned FM radio stations
Salmon no longer swim
The Borg won’t assimilate us – because there’s not much left to
“A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what’s
going on.” — William S. Burroughs
Stealing from Juan to Pay Ron
Like many things in the Homeland, titles don’t always mean what you think you thought they might have meant. – A self quote from just now.
Ron won’t pick the salal in Forks, Washington, that your Safeway florist needs to finish your cheap bouquet of flowers. Flowers that smell like something an rBGH infected cow wouldn’t bother eating.
Why not buy her a half-a-share of useless Facebook stock instead?
Ron has a gun and Ron has a weapon. Ron’s too white to know how to use his gun, but he sure knows how to hide behind his mustache of gay porn-like phreedum.
Juvenile gay-porn mustache jokes, really only offend those who have a well-armed closet to hide in. – I also said this…just now.
If President Obama were the far left Kenyan that Ron’s mustache thinks that he is…then Guantanamo would be closed, drone warfare upon women and children wouldn’t exist…and Ron would be more comfortable in his own hidden skin.
If Ron would stop stealing from Juan – Senator Maria Cantwell would be looking into why it is that Karl Rove is still free – free to hang his shirts in Ron’s closet…instead of looking into the already well-known practice of Oil Company Earth ending.
Senator Murray not investigating anything either.
Like Ron, Senator Cantwell ought to get a grip. Perhaps eating some BP infused shrimp from the Gulf would be in order? Because nothing says The Homeland better, than eating BP’s Gulf shrimp from within the Seattle Fusion Center – while reading what I’m writing here…before I even knew I misspelled half of it.
Misspelled phreedum. It’s a lot like watching Senator Cantwell ignore the Border Patrol in Forks, while we prepare to also take on China. – I pretty much just pulled this quote from out of you know where.
I had a weird dream last night. It was a phantasmically wild – yet grammatically poor dream, where Sherman Alexie moved to Spokane, to save the salmon-free river from the Spokane PD. There was also something about a girl who wouldn’t go and change with the girls – in the change room?
Part of my dream could have been a strange Canadian song from 1993, but my dreams are closer to Malcolm X’s…than Maria Cantwell’s, or that of Ron’s gay porn mustache.
Stealing from Juan to pay Ron.
It means nothing
but it could mean something.
Hungry Like the Wabbit
If you’ve never been violated by a Duran Duran song and or video…then I suggest you MoveOn along.org to someplace safer,
like Pinterest.
Often in life, misspelled phreedum is used to entertain, inform and frighten us. Take George W. Bush for example.
If you were 12-years-old when Saudi Arabia Attacked us in 2001 – then according to my Indiana mathin’ and grammarin’ skills…you’re now somewhere between 20 and 28-years-old, heavily tattooed, underemployed and living with your parents, grandparents and or an even angrier sibling.
That masters degree in World Domination via Twitter Marketing…doesn’t seem so stupid now.
Take Brian Dunkleman for example.
In these trying times caused by the Democrats and their somewhat slower witted cousins – the Republicans…it helps to remember that we all can’t be Ryan Seacrest. And that’s pretty much it.
Sure we’re in the midst of 28 different trillion-dollar wars apiece…that many of us have never heard of. But again, we can’t all be Ryan Seacrest. Hell, most of us will never even make it to Brian Dunkleman’s forgotten level of ‘forgotteness‘.
But at least our kids aren’t going hungry, and we’re not wasting money on refurbishing old military bases just in case of China?
OK, well, at least Idaho doesn’t fear the Mormon-less vodka that is somehow made in Utah. Anymore.
I hate living with my mom. Though her tattoos are pretty cool.
High Plains Drinker
Costco used to be the place to go for a gross of condoms and a 65lb bag of toilet paper. Now, thanks to the miracle of corporations buying elections…you can also toss in a bottle of tequila with your ass wipe and condoms. What you do with the condoms – is between you, the Pope and James Sinegal.
Costco treats their employees better than Walmart. Walmart buys more goods from China – while employing more humans who speak Spanish in Mexico. What this has to do with the price of rice in Spokane…has everything to do with why Lockheed Martin is dependent on Government welfare.
Some day it’ll all make sense. And when it does…Ed Schultz won’t be crying for you. He’ll be long dead, because I’m fairly certain that we’ll never make sense of anything.
See yet another war hero for more. Or for fun, see our buyers remorse over the now shockingly expensive!, Washington State liquor…for less.
The progressive online news outlets like Raw Story, The Daily Kos and Huffington’s AOL…could have warned you about some of this, but they’re pretty busy defending Obama’s Bush-like policies – from ever raining on your parade. Check out the frightening Glenn Greenwald for more…right over here, at this conveniently supplied link.
I remember way back when, before Reagan ruined the Homeland, that the thought of a corporation buying an election, would have sent our moms and dads into a K-Mart or a Newberry’s – to occupy the lunch counter…and then perhaps buy some socks.
Forward moving change
it’s as different as you – or Costco
pretend it to be.
Misunderestimated
Three of the most important events to have ever occurred on this planet, happened to many of us during the 1990’s. Those three things being: the music escaping from Seattle, micro-beer, and the ability to look at pornography on AOL dial-up.
Another was the coffee – so that makes four.
Never misunderestimate good beer and coffee
or it’s daring escaping from Seattle…
the faster internet connections were also quite nice.
AOL dial-up could have been the death knell for what remained of the eighties, but mainly, I think it was the saggy pants. Saggy pants combined with Dave Matthews – are what killed the eighties
and tighter pants.
Never misunderestimate the power of Dave Matthews
or pants worn with a belt
There were some good times in the eighties – like Reagan’s cheese, busted union food banks, and the life-altering poverty in Vancouver, Washington. Life that was so life-altering…even Bruce Springsteen wouldn’t sing about us.
Always misunderestimate the nutritional value
of Reagan’s Cheese.
Never strive to get Springsteen to sing about you.
Between Reagan’s cheese and Springsteen ignoring us, about the only way out for many of we the pre-Patriot Acted, was the heroin in Portland, or the MRE’s in the military. 
For those of you who never enjoyed a Vietnam-era pork patty MRE – during the 1980’s – it was a bit like being strung out anywhere near Burnside in Portland…with far less hair – and many more pushups.
Do not misunderestimate the power of the economic draft.
1980, if I misremember correctly, was very similar to 2000, in that we were expecting something bigger to happen. Years of working for nothing, coupled with the invention of good beer and Soundgarden et al. – kept us comfortably numb. It was not until about December of 2000…that something bigger had in fact happened.
Al Gore’s lockbox: over-misunderestimated
why not blame Ralph Nader
Misunderestimating the Bush wars – got us Obama’s. Misremembering old atrocities as victories, allows new ones to be misinterpreted in their place. Eating today’s Monsanto flavored food, is about as good for us as that old pork patty Domino Theory…dressed up as a
patriotic MRE.
From Spokane to Vancouver, the old breweries are gone – and new wars have taken their place. Art is too expensive…while world wars on people, education and the planet…are actually quite affordable. Thanks?
We’ve come along way since the 90’s, the 80’s and the others. Better beer is still readily available, though we probably shouldn’t drink the water. Soundgarden is still on the radio – and the internet distractions load much faster.
As an added bonus……the tuna now comes pre-cooked!
Never misunderestimate the power of the economic draft.
McMonday McRomney McRant
For all of the fake outrage and bluster of the Koch infested Teabangers…the best human that they could put up against the war mongering Peace Prize President, was a McRomney?
It’s like our elections aren’t even real or something.
The never-ending war crime profiteering for Bank of America, Boeing and the CIA, just lifted a cheek on the couch of phreedum…and farted in our general direction.
Being the good Patriot Acted folks that we are, we just inhaled deeply and watched the MTV Movie Awards. Because we’re free to do so.
This McMonday Mcrant of Mcsameness could have ended there…but no, it Mcshan’t.
One pretend side O’ the pretend political divide, does fear a McRomney presidency. For he might not force the Catholic Church to use a condom when ignoring Utah. Yeah I know, it makes absolutely no sense to me either.
The other pretend side of the pretend political divide, still wants to let you know…that Obama isn’t white. In fact, having spent the better part of 19 years trying to get passed the 6th grade…this one side of the pretend political divide, is also having a tough time with Hawaii.
This explains as much about the appeal of Miller Beer, as it does our 
grasp of pretend history.
The rabid war supporting Democrat, can’t acknowledge the fact that change hasn’t occurred since Genghis Khan invented the original Walmart. The rabid war supporting Teabanger during the Bush, didn’t yet exist, because they couldn’t fathom a liberal, war mongering CIA man of color…doing a far better job than the Bush. And in English to boot.
Guns are plentiful here in the Homeland, while geography lessons and socialist-like healthscare…sure as fuck are not.
What Clinton couldn’t accomplish by taking away our guns, Obama didn’t either. NAFTA, 9/11, FOX News and even the Army Anthrax Attacks, were all equally successful, in wondering WTF we’re all still going on about.
I’m certain that Libya, Iraq, Vietghanistan, Pakistan, Yemen, Iran, Mexico, Somalia, Central/South America, Syria, Gaza, Coeur d’ Alene, Idaho, Walmart and most of the tobacco and beer corporations…could care less what we think about our pretend lack of access – to the guns in our closets – and under our beds.
There’s a gun in the truck and there’s one in the car. With two in the underwear drawer, this leaves room for one in the desk at work. There’s a gun stuffed in the couch and there’s even a weapon in my pants! There’s the gun in the garage, and two in the shed. The gun under the porch is a secret…while the 15 others in the gun safe, are not.
While Fukushima is raining on us this fine day…many a good party member will continue to fight. Clean coal needs an exit strategy from Montana – which means we must then ignore the next war on the State of Washington.
Why? Because clean coal needs an exit strategy, and the Border Patrol is not exactly Ben Stein.
It’s like I don’t even have to make this shit up.
The Vigilant Lens 