Socialism (a poem)

Socialists Filthy depraved minds we are, Daring to see women as equals, To see race as a tedious thing to feud about, To see that liberation is an all or nothing game. Wanting to see each child fed, Each human housed, Every belly full, and every need met. How dare we ever take up armsContinue reading “Socialism (a poem)”

Tony Robbins; Sexist, Quack, and Enemy of the Working Class

This morning videos from Now This went viral on twitter showing Tony Robbins belittling the Me Too Movement. In the video he rants against living under a sense of “victimhood” and says women are using the movement to foster “anger” and make themselves “significant by destroying others.” In the video we also see a womanContinue reading “Tony Robbins; Sexist, Quack, and Enemy of the Working Class”

The Truth About Charter Schools

Charter schools are agents of the school to prison pipeline, their lack of regulations make it almost impossible to actually teach, and their treatment of teachers is inexcusable.

January 23, 2017 – III

Play punch the Nazi. It is ever so much fun, watch the fucker squirm. >:-)

November 8 2016, or, Yet Another Requiem for the American Nightmare…

The requiem for the American Dream    Played on all houses    On all streets On November 8th, 2016. A day, a night, an opening of eyes,   A squeegee of the mind. November 8th, 2016. Evil did not win that day,   Despite what the meekly ignorant might think,   It merely made itselfContinue reading “November 8 2016, or, Yet Another Requiem for the American Nightmare…”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 10

Chapter 10 I didn’t awake until 9:40, well after my parents had awaken.  I’m sure my substance consumption from the night before played a part.  I still had no problem repeating it.  I popped and snorted the last of the pills and smoked at least a gram of the dope and a bit of hash. Continue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 10”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 8

Chapter 8  It was 7:45 when I woke up.  My tour of Humboldt state wasn’t until 11.  So I knew my parents wouldn’t be up until nine.  So I just lied on the bed trying to remember my dream as best as I could so I could interpret it.  First I thought of the beginningContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 8”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 7

Chapter 7 I was so freaked out I couldn’t even get back to sleep.  It was still dark, around 4:30am, but for some reason I felt like I had to get out of the hotel room, I felt suffocated and I couldn’t understand why. I knew I couldn’t go out the front door because I’dContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 7”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Then I had another dream. I was talking to her, telling her everything about myself.  Confessing every single pathetic detail of my infatuation with her.   But suddenly she changed.   Suddenly I wasn’t taking to her, but the girl whom I struck whilst pummeling her boyfriend.  But what I was saying wasn’t changingContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 6”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words.

Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words. That night, I had a dream.   The dream was about her.   We fucked in my dream, we fucked in the hottest most passionate of ways, totally naked, arms and legs wrapped around each other and locked inContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words.”

The Black Widow : Chapter 8

The Black Widow : Chapter 8 Life is already hard for our teenage heroine Lisa. But life gets even harder when a sexy serial killer starts killing every douchey guy and bitchy girl at her school and she becomes the prime suspect. Until one night when she finally comes face to face with the terrorContinue reading “The Black Widow : Chapter 8”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 4

Chapter 4  I woke up at about 7:30, and cursed at myself for not being able to sleep in more.  But I was up, so I leaped my torso forward and erected my position, and pushed down to get rid of my morning wood.  I was dreaming about her.  It wasn’t a sex dream, IContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 4”