Tantrum

Empty words
 empty verses
stupid children
  shouting curses

Must do what
 the babies say
all the bad
 will go away

Hearts of stone
 could only doubt
serious faces
 angry pout

Dancing on
 glowing screens
empty-headed
 puppet teens

You Had Us at Hello

You Had Us At Hello

By P.B. Rage from USA (More Kurt -- too rad) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

   More than 20 years ago the rock landscape had languished in a sea of regurgitated sameness. Carbon copies. Pretty boy bands that looked like girls singing about Girls Girls Girls. Half naked girls singing about virginity and prayers.


 Thrash metal was scratching the itch that glam could never satisfy. Rap was another venue for expressing angst and becoming quite lucrative, in a way metal was not.


  Edgy and cool was listening to classic rock. Boston, Aerosmith, Triumph were the alternative to the Lipsticked Pretty Boys prancing on MTV.


   The Purple Rain had become a foggy memory, replaced by a long-haired ginger in a bandana snake dancing to a guitar charmer in a top hat. The class of 90 was made of this. The rose that bloomed with a bang soon also faded in a cold November rain, and there we were.


  Our eyes fed upon Alice in Chains. Red Hot chili peppers were trying to get us to put them in us, and some of us were satiated. The rest of us hungered for more spiritual manna in this musical wasteland of pop and rock.

 What new thing could we find to listen to in our apathy and malaise? "Here we are now, entertain us."  "Hello hello hello, how low?"  We were suddenly hearing our decade put in words we never could have found on our own, growled and howled over the pounding high school marching band drum beat.

  We heard the voice in the wilderness saying come as you are, and we covered in mud soaked in bleach opened our ears and minds and souls to this new sound. We were all ugly here, and it was ok. We lit our candles in a daze because we found our Nirvana.

20 (plus) years later we are back in the wilderness and where is our voice? Married, buried. Weiland could tell you but he is not here either. Layne is truly the man in the box.

Our pop-giant killers were slain in fields of poppies.

 Who will be our hero to chase away the twerking, jerking, hordes of circus performers that vie for our attention now? The shallow rivers of saccharine flow from our speakers and earbuds, yet we are starved. A constant repeating parade of boy bands that look like girls singing about girls while naked girls sing about respect and degradation simultaneously.

I do sometimes wish I were that easily amused after all.

oh,

whatever

nevermind.

Already Great, Thanks

What is America
I am America
are you?
I am already great.
aren't you?
If not,
why not.
What will it take
to make you great?
Will it take
a man
with an
orange tan
to make you great
If so,
why so?
What is so great
about America
Me and
even you
I have already
been made
haven't you?

Abandon Hope and Change Course

I am a firm believer of mutual self construction.
By which I mean individuals
united in their seclusion.
Conjoined disjointed orphans
Erecting a Solace of Fortitude,
Asylums of Family Disunity
A harmonious cacophony of orchestrated solos
Instrumental temperamental
monumental chorus vocalizing
localizing
Individual vision

Alas
Feral sheep shepherded astray
by a Piper's dulcet atonement
Promissory sour notes called
due
Bald faced ideological ribaldry
Preselected elected offal, officious
Inhumane scentipede
Mentally ill dressed succession
of public servants self servicing

Disarmed armada of the disillusioned
flotilla of fools on the Hill
Come sale away with me, indeed
Flotsam jet setters presiding
Deciding
Die-er consequences
Pirated copies of declarations
of interdependence.
Anchors a weigh

My country-
 tis for me
Sweet land where things are free
Of me Im singing
Land where our fathers sighed
Land where their dreams have died
State of Ship of State, Sinking

De Facto Sharia

As I mentioned in a previous post, Germany is having a bit of a rape culture problem ( though to be honest, it's a cultural rape problem, but whatevs). The revised number is now up to 150 reported complaints during a 1000 man violent sexual assault rampage. The descriptions of the men were specific and quite problematic for authorities. Seems all of the perpetrators had a belief system in common. Most of them were of Arab or African origin ( as per witness description), some specifically, Syrian refugees, by their own admission. They literally told police that “I am Syrian. You have to treat me kindly. Mrs Merkel invited me"

Merkel, Time's Person Of the Year, herself, has come out with strong condemnation, of the victims of course, for not taking the proper precautions. While not specifying head to toe coverings and related male escorts when going in public, one can only assume.

Thus, de facto sharia, without even a fight. The strong man is tied, he shaved his own head, and can only watch as his women are raped and sold as chattel.

  Here in the Evil Patriarchal bastion USA,  feminists have been decrying words, glances and thoughts as rape. A man talks to you on campus, rape. If he looks at you, rape. If he thinks you are unattractive and refuses to have sex with you, rapity rape. One can only hope that Merkel can take time from governing/ruining Germany long enough to do a speaking tour of American universities.

#BLM - Blame, Lies, and Manipulation

Allow me to just spitball here for a moment....something just ain't sitting right....

     If you are the average supporter and follower of the Black Lives Matter movement, I feel sadness and sorrow for you. You are following pied pipers, siren singers appealing to your emotional confliction; fiddlers deftly running their bows across the strings of your doubts, your guilts, your needs, your unsatisfied longing to be a part of something larger than yourself. If you are an organizer of this racialist variant of grievance stoking leftism, I feel nothing but contempt for you. You are lying, manipulating, merchants of blame for fun and profit. Peddlers of nebulous angers, loosely defined grievances; the wares that you hawk are cheap replicas of history, a history that you diminish with a rebranding campaign based on an appeal to nostalgia. Black Lives Matter is nothing more than the next rearrangement in the Progressive Socialist shell game where slight of hand and distraction is employed to render the participant unaware that the pea of secular salvation has already been discarded and all promise of payoff is as empty as the three half shells sitting on the table before them.

     The Wikipedia page for Black Lives Matter (I assume, authored by supporters or organizers themselves) is the usual ideological tossed salad of vague idealism that purports to be, “a decentralized network and has no formal hierarchy or structure.” A patent phrase that has been used as a tactic of feigned non-responsibility for acts of the few in the name of the many. Acts inspired by a few core,“activists,” that often lead to acts of violence by the,“allied,” but as equally (non)responsible (individual) actors within, “movements,” where there are no,“individuals,” only the,“cause,” under the guise of,"peaceful protest," while absolving the movement's role in inspiring acts of disruption, looting, riot, and siege as acts not advocated by the whole, but wholly supported. 

     The tactics, language, sentiments, and slogans have all been used by the Occupy Movement, Critical Mass, $15 Dollar an Hour activists and agitators, Labor Union activists and agitators, the drive to Recall Walker movement, the LGBT rights movement, the Anti-War movement, AdBusters, PETA, Code Pink, Moms Demand Action, Pussy Riot, Earth First; leftist activist front groups of generic, umbrella chagrin that invest their futures in blaming the past for solutions unrealized. Solutions never presented. Solutions talked about in terms unrealizable. Movements in the Sixties, co-opted from nascent movements of the Forties and Fifties, in reaction to romantic desires borne of the Thirties, attempted but never realized since the 1800's.

     Ironic, in a way, that the stated desires and goals of a 21st century black liberation movement is so rooted in the philosophies of a 19th century German, co-opting and employing the tactics of a 20th century Jew, whilst supporting in personhood the BDS Movement. Melding the racial and ethnic hate and blame ethos of a supposed preacher with a mob mentality approach to "justice."

     I expect this flavor of incongruous froth from organizers of coffee house revolutions. What is sad, is that otherwise reasonable people are now taking swigs of that bitter brew and finding it delicious.