Ring True

Talk is cheap, Mother Fucker!

So are these words, lacking.

Yet if we do not know them to be true

is not their context irrelevant? Pointless? Even trifling?

These wrongs you spit with no elegance,

sadly, always ring true.

Is not the vulgar as poignant as the subtle?

Isn’t context important anymore?

It may mean nothing,

but even in dated lyrics,

and disputed parlimentary procedure,

ring true.

Hollywood Hellscape

The hipster hellscape.

The trendy dystopian trope

and all those goddamn post apocalyptic motifs.

Cliche at this point, the world ended years ago.

Yet the trends keep being shat down our throats

but blue check mark movie producers

and hack comedians with shitty podcasts that should have come out

10 years ago, when the material was fresh, clog my arteries.

Every show, movie, book, series, trilogy

where humans are skull fucking each other for a drop of gasoline

or slitting their own mother’s throats to make rent money.

One of these is a sci fi film

the other is real life.

No more cliches or dystopian hellscapes Hollywood, I beg you,

we already survived the apocolypse,

and we will out live you all.

Worried About A Coup? Me Too, Here Is One Thing You Can Do

Join the Democratic Socialists of America.

If Trump does not respect the results of the election, or if his soon to be stacked Supreme Court rules the election in his favor the way they did for Bush in 2000, then the only way to defeat a coup is with a united front, a mass movement against the state where we are all working to the same goal and are connected.

The only organization trying this and succeeding is the DSA.

Several other organization are too focused on one type of tactic and as a result they are not as effective as they could be.

For example the Party of Socialism and Liberation is great at protesting, but their electoral strategy is near sighted and does nothing to help the working class. Or consider how anarchist groups do great mutual aid work, but easily fall prey to state oppression because they are too disorganized.

This is why I am an enthusiastic DSA member and recruiter. DSA rejects “either-or-ism” and you will find a presence in our organization on all fronts. We have space to organize for mutual aid, a space to organize for electoral wins, a space to fight for Medicare for All, a space to fight for the Green New Deal, a space to fight for abortion access, a space to fight against police violence, and so much more.

Plus, DSA is a big tent organization, meaning so long as you reject oppression, you are welcome here. This means there is not only space in DSA to organize for the cause you care about but space to caucus with like minded comrades.

Numbers, cohesion, and organization, these are the things that are needed to beat the tides of a coup. Along with its benefits, DSA is the only organization that is building this kind of socialism and actually winning. DSA has made electoral and policy gains across the country with the few numbers we already have, imagine what we can do with more.

With enough people and enough motivation, Donald Trump and those like him would never have a prayer.

Don’t waste time. Join DSA, and do it NOW!

As It Is

As it is, As it was

by James J Jackson, Jr

Praise new hours,

a ticking clock to the foreign loss

and familiar social pressure on a 21st century turn.

Broken and fixed,

broken and fixed, upon the repeated more beats and thoughts and proof of provocation of those of the past idiocratic splendor.

Fortune’s feed back, undue splendor placed on self fear, hatred and robbery. Cast all such portrait demons to an all masters hell.

Say in the name of the father son and ghost.

Free minds peaceful charged exorcised and true power striking reins.

I stear my pride,

I hurdle such thoughts

Laugh at such sites of un-dropped splendor, catching mason and craft. See my talents psychological draft and draw.

Such for lust and delivery for souls mat and cut drive.

Charge, Charge, and Charge some more.

Watch in awe

in strike and power do beg, do end but draw based on all forted fruition.

No master late on its drawing baited charge and as such martyred peaceful to its so called bitter end.

Yet no, no pressure built in the provoked dark heat and obtuse sexual tension, Slight off hint and light of shuffle,

Always brought on by some Judgement, some danish lack of timing.

What Lacking?

What struggle?

What is this so long entrance of an exit?

Bolstered maintenance set on the told stories of the withdrawn world of the all true

contrived nature of a man’s word or attempt of strong bronze thought and singing pathos on the corner stone of another contrived building on its foreign even rest Mountain.

Do mountains not erode?

Do winds not blow?

Do waters not draw?

Who is such that they resist these beautiful tides?

Is it true my friend? The days of the self inclined blind fascist died with the very men and days themselves.

Make a point not to bored the change of marker.

The everted assembly of the now too true, nonessential of ending.

As it is and As it was.

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Pour Me Another, Me

Pour me another, me.

I am my own barkeep now.

Make it a double,

Make it strong,

Make it again,

Make me numb.

Make me numb to the house I am about to lose.

Make me numb to the job I already lost.

Make me numb to the fact I cant afford to get sick.

Make me numb to the fact we are in a pandemic.

Make me numb that the world I once knew is burning.

Make me numb to the grieving I don’t get to do.

Pour me another, me.

It’s 5 o clock somewhere,

And I got no place I can go.

Make it strong,

Make it a double.

Pour me another, me.

The Professional Protester #26 Democrats, Enough With The Platitudes Already! | The Professional Protester on Patreon

To hell with these outdated platitudes, give the people substance and policy and maybe, just maybe, this will be a mandate for the democrats, otherwise, I hope you are all bracing yourselves for four more years of Donald Trump.
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Hello My Pen, A Poem About Writers Block

Hello my pen,

My long lost friend.

I put you in your cup months ago,

or was it years?

You’re all I have now.

These hands have toiled.

This heart was broken.

These eyes have cried.

But still, my pen has ink.

The hand that toiled

Now wants that toil on the page,

The heart that was broken

is bandaged, but it has not yet healed.

And the eyes that have cried

are now dry, and want to look away.

But they can’t.

But still, my pen has ink.

Now as we all are caged,

as we are stomped on the neck

by the boot of law and failing leaders,

as we are at the mercy of selfish monsters and fools

both red and blue in hue,

I come back to you my old friend.

Thank god my pen still has


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The Professional Protester #25 The Golden State Killer and Defunding the Police | The Professional Protester on Patreon

Official Post from The Professional Protester : As I write this, the court is laying out its sentence for Joesph Deangelo, aka the Golden State Killer, aka the East Area Rapist.Survivors of Deagnelo’s crimes have been coming forward since Tuesday and one by one and have laid out in detail for the court the trauma and pain Deangelo has caused them
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