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Announcement: Blog Rebranding

I am happy to announce I will be moving all my prose to my newly rebranded patreon blog, The Weekly Protest.

This webpage will be 100% for poetry henceforth. The funds from the patreon will help me to keep most of my poetry publishable for free. Poetry is for the people!

Patreon also makes it much easier to interact with my audience. So I hope to bring more of you to my patreon so that we can engage with each other more. I want to hear your thoughts and stories, my friend.

So like Bernie Sanders, or a starving busker on the subway, I would like your financial support. Join the patreon, get The Weekly Protest, support my poetry.

Thank for all the love and likes, keep an eye out for the new blog launch within the week, if you like my takes and rants, soon the only way to get them will be on patreon.com/jamesjjackson

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The Professional Protester #39 Why I Will Still Write About Politics in 2021 | James J Jackson on Patreon

A new public (free) post explaining why I write about left politics even though I hate online grifters, insist we need to log off more, and have no interest in being a pundit. Spoiler: It’s because I want to write poetry but I can’t just give my patrons nothing when they give me something, and I need to give it to them in the written word, I’m a writer not a talker.

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Statements of the Obvious

Wannabe pundits,

and livestreams without any life to them.

Everyone has an opinion,

but no one knows how to use Google.

The bars are all closed, and night clubs are a dead art.

Burlesque is a niche market, and even they can’t get a check.

Now we just beg for change from each other,

I do it every week on Patreon.

Some fuck on Onlyfans,

others have a GoFundMe for their insulin,

and that was before the pandemic to.

Do you think the executives at GoFundMe are as suicidal as us,

like in the College Humor video that was made before the layoffs?

Even the funniest of us can’t get work, and the smartest are out of cash.

There is no moral, fable, or lesson here,

no subversive message like usual.

This is just a statement of the obvious,

but there is still poetry in the truth,

even when it’s bleak, like the 20 dollars

and 20 cents

left in my bank account.

The Professional Protester #38 My Christmas Gift to You | James J Jackson on Patreon

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Ode to Joy (NOT) I’m Viral Again

Wonderful, I have two political tik toks making viral rounds again, they were both direct responses to conservative women making stupid points that are easily disproven with a google search.

I’m only on tik tok to make goofy videos and kill time while this pandemic steals everything about the world I once knew from me.

I’m glad my political points are resonating with so many people, but in all honesty I’m not interested in adding myself to the ranks of political tik tokers.

I have nothing against the people who use their platforms to push for leftist politics and dialectics*, I just don’t want to do it because there are people who do it better than I ever could, you want good political tik toks follow Comrade Juul or The Conscious Lee.

It’s important to stay true to your political stance, and I will always stand by the Left and will even call myself a socialist with pride no matter what stigma people try to attach to the word. But I have no interest in trying to do a job that so many others already do so well.

I’ll make political points here and there, but for the most part I want to keep my political points to my patreon, I want to write poems, here, write about politics on patreon, and to just goof around on tik tok until I get bored with it like I did Vine.

I’m a simple man, and a man who hates himself for his online addiction. I don’t feel guilty about it because we’re all screen junkies now, but I miss having mystery attached to my life, a decade of Facebook use and leftist twitter feuds has robbed me of that.

So log off every once in a while, or enjoy screaming at each other in my tik tok comment sections. It will never matter to me. I’ve never felt more detached from the shout box that is the internet, and the feuding words of Trumpets and Communists in an online forum that will eventually die in popularity is of no concern to me.

Maybe Im too detached, maybe I’ve just been online for so long that I’m numb to all the anger. But take it from the voice of experience, living your life online and tweeting every impulisve thought and responding to every post you disagree with is no way to good mental health.

I’m not telling you to log off, that’s cliche and would be a misreading of the room. Do whatever the hell you want, I’m a poet not your parent.

*Leftist jargon meaning “the progression of history”

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The Professional Protester #37 What Do You Do When You Disagree W/ Tactics? | James J Jackson on Patreon

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Bad Rhymes W/ A Twist, Sad Ending

Zed? Baby, Zed’s dead.

And Ed? Ed’s stuck in bed.

Gary? Got shot by a girl named Mary.

Oh Barry? He died back in February.

Karen? Shot the manager and ran.

Jen? Oh, cracked her skull in the pig pen.

Leah? Run over by a tow truck on La Brea.

And poor Cyrus? You guessed it,

he caught the Coronavirus.

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Invisible Pain

Invisible pain,

Phantom limbs,

Cobain’s burning stomach,

Jean Paul’s nausea,

The voices in your head that won’t stop screaming

how worthless and pointless you are.

The throbbing,

the stabbing,

the limping.

The murmuring hearts.

The blood vessels ready to burst.

Ungodly, torturous, and unseen.

Phantom limbs,

Invisible pain.

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The Professional Protester #36 Trump is Out But Trumpism is Here To Stay | James J Jackson on Patreon

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Your Likes are My Crystal Meth

No ideas.

Writers block.

Fuck it, just put something on the page,

then hit post.

But what if it doesn’t make sense?

Doesn’t matter, hit post, keep posting.

Post post post.

You need the likes.

True, I’m fiending.

That means you’re addicted.

Yup, and twitter is my dealer.

You should quit.

You just told me to post.

And?

Wtf is happening?

You’re confused.

No shit.

You’re addicted.

No shit.

I’m trying to help.

Fuck you, you never help, you just over think it all.

Fuck you back.

Go to hell.

Can’t, you can’t go to hell when you’re already there.

Fuck you.

Don’t forget to hit post.

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Self Reflection and Affectations

What pandemic isolation is making me wonder about myself and how I want to change.

As I remain in isolation thanks to this pandemic and my local covidiots, I find myself reflecting, wondering about who and what I am.

I wonder how much of what I do and how I act are affectations. How much of what I do is just me acting in a way that I am expected to? Who is it I really want to be?

I like to think I am genuine, that I am always nothing but me, but the more I’m forced to self reflect the more I think certain things are just affectations, that the me I’ve built is just trying to fulfill expectations and validate an identity that I am not.

Namely, the pompous front I put on of being some kind of intellectual. I don’t think I’m the smug academic I keep trying to be.

I’m a pot smoking, tobacco loving, coffee and alcohol fueled simpleton, who just happens to be a Marxist and a big fan of meditation. I like the real me tbh.

I like to think of myself as intelligent, but I’m not the public intellectual this world needs. I am just a guy with a loud voice, so I’ll use it as much as I can. And I am still all for academia and education, I also firmly believe that this world needs more public intellectuals and less pundits. I just think that I need to stop trying to write like the next Karl Marx and more like the 1st James J Jackson.

So, who is the 1st James J Jackson?

Well if you want to get technical, it’s my father, my full name is actually James J Jackson, Jr. But that’s besides the point…

I have opinions, and I’ll bellow them into the bowels of the internet like a good leftist whenever I can find the words, especially on my weekly Patreon posts, but remember damnit, I’m a poet, not a pundit.

You want political expertise and discourse? Then you should peruse twitter for Cornel West and Bernie’s old staffers, but if you want swooning dispositions about the modern working class and poems about the side of society we all like to ignore, come to me.

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The Professional Protester #35 The Burden of Covid | James J Jackson on Patreon

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