The State of the Union 2010

January 28th, 2010

America still is not ready to free any of her slaves.  We talk about it; which simply means we talk a lot.  The misuse of stimulus funds has only one problem: Red, Yellow, Black, Brown and White recipients of the stimulus packages are equal in the amount of malice, greed, and gain they share.  We are all equal of graft, miss-use of funds, pork politics, greed, private gain and public malice.

It goes something like this: If I don’t get my way, neither will you.

There is no Wall Street.  There is no Main Street.  Who thought that one up?

There is only Gutter Street. We are equal in one way only: We are all on the Same Street.  When push comes to shove it is every color for self.

We are not united. We are simply ground-tether-trained. When the command ’stay’ ceases to have meaning, we will have anarchy.

 A Camelot Castle first enslaves the owner.

Food, raiment, and shelter do not define the man. A silk clad herring still smells like a herring. Who said that first?

As far as smells go, when mankind’s bodies burn in the fire we all smell like a pork barbecue. No wonder our best skin and organ replacement donor is the lowly Porky Pig.  Our own aphorisms go something like this: Smells like a Pig.  Sleeps in his own shit, just like a Pig. Eats like a Pig.  Fat as a Pig.  Stupid as a Pig. Breeds like a Pig. Squeals like a Pig. A Pig in a poke. 

We evolved from Pigs.  Monkeys are higher up in the gene pool.

But the real winner is: Pork Barrel Politics. Scrape off the top layer of each and every one of us on the planet and find out that we are all pork pink.

I am sick and tired of posturing over stuffed spongy fat old white men reared back in governmental positions with smirks on their faces looking every bit like Big Daddy trying to tell me what the truth is; what I really need; who I am and…………………………………..ad infinitus.

All the while their select lackey lobbyist weasel on the floor placing dollars at their feet.   Who are these people anyway?

Last night there was a room full of reared back Big Daddies. Barffff!

Every King’s Court needs an honest Jester Joker.

Where is Eddy Murphy? 


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