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  1. 7 months ago on Clay Jones


    “In Court with The Mandarin Thing”

    The someday plans of prison goons

    Are sheltered from the sun

    He’s quite a load, attorneys change

    The tournament’s begun

    The bailiff (dapper) says his piece

    The jury softly cringe

    Hearing wicked lies from his tongue

    In court with the Mandarin Thing


    The keeper of the prison keys

    Jangles loud in his dreams

    He whiffed outside the Capitol’s door

    With insufficient schemes

    The black queen chants the people’s charge

    The cracked brass bells will ring

    To summon back the justice witch

    In court with the Mandarin Thing


    The defense posts threatening screens

    Whilst plotting return to power

    We chase the truth, slip to slip

    To taste the sweet and sour

    The red hat jester lifts his hand

    The arguments begin

    As slowly turns the grinding wheel

    In court with the Mandarin Thing


    On soft gray mornings widows cry

    The wise men share a joke

    They run to grasp divining tweets

    To satisfy the hoax

    The red hat jester does not say

    But wildly pulls his strings

    And frowns as his puppets squeal

    In court with the Mandarin Thing

    King Crimson

    Fripp, Sinfield, Lake, McDonald, Giles

  2. 9 months ago on M2Bulls

    Don’t ask him why…


    Why I’m a greedy guy

    I’m greedy noon and nighty-night-night

    My greed is a fright

    I’m greedy high and low

    But don’t ask me why

    ‘cause he don’t know

    It’s not for lack of bread

    I get lots from the Red


    Give me all your cash

    Crispy beautiful cash

    Shining, gleaming

    Stolen, untaxed, bigly stacked

    Pay me up to here-

    Bribes, arm’s length or longer-

    Here loans, there Jared

    Everywhere bankrupt, bankrupt

    Grift it, blow it

    Long as suckers throw it

    My Base

    Let it fly in the vault

    And not ever halt

    Give a home to the Franklins in my hair

    A home for cash

    A hive after the election stash

    Flippin’ ya the bird

    There ain’t no words

    For the stupid, dupe-ed, the dunder of my…


    Blow it, stow it

    Long as suckers throw it

    My Base

    oh say, can you see

    my critter – if you can

    then my rug’s too short

    Down to cash

    Use the stash?

    Down to court

    Rug too short?

    don’t ever have to comb it

    ‘cause it just never grows

    Everywhere bankrupt, bankrupt

    Grift it, blow it

    Long as suckers throw it

    My Base


    (apologies to Galt MacDermot & the entire cast)

  3. 10 months ago on Clay Bennett

    American Heather Heyer was murdered by Nazis six years ago today. American Nazis. She was 32 years old, and her hometown was invaded by torch carrying low-life thugs. So she took a rare day off of work to peacefully march against hate.

    They killed her.

    Dozens of those very same Nazis participated in the attack on the U.S. Capitol, trying to prevent congress from certifying your votes for president. Most of them have been jury convicted and sentenced. After Heather’s death, a criminal (who was then President of the United States) declared that many of these murdering white-supremacist Nazis were fine people.

    Fascists are now an endangered species here, and will receive no quarter in America. For all of us, the struggle to form a more perfect union continues.


  4. 10 months ago on Clay Bennett


    Heather Angel

    Never gonna ya do it

    A world beyond

    Heather angel you are somewhere

    On the show

    Don’t you think you would find

    Where to go

    I want to go dancing on the other side

    I want to buy you another day

    But the money’s gone

    They brought guns and hatred

    I don’t care about that

    I just want you to be alive

    And go to the other…

    I don’t want money or looks

    Have to decide


    And you are dead in the name of it

    And then we’d see yeh, yeh

    Then you’d see

    The relationship

    And walking I see you in the clouds

    And I fall for

    I would fall for you

    I would…


    Goodbye, byeGoodbye

    And that is all


    Sonic Youth


  5. about 1 year ago on Steve Breen

    And he…


    The Greatest Football Player

    Did ante up to the real beast!

    Welcome Struggle, bring your cheer

    Cheer to all Fans far and near

    Justice Day is in our grasp

    So long as we have hands to clasp

    Justice Day can always be

    Just as long as We have We

    Welcome Justice

    While we stand

    Heart to Heart

    Holding Jim Brown’s hand


  6. about 1 year ago on Steve Breen


    Every Fan down in Fan-ville

    The tall and the small


    Was cheering and cheering!

    Without any prejudice at all!


    They COULDN’T stop Jim

    Brown from running!




    Somehow or other

    He scored just the same!


    And the Defense with their

    Cleat-feet ice cold in the snow


    Stood puzzling and puzzling:

    “How could it be so?”

    “He ran without blockers!”

    “He ran without fumbles!”

    “He scored without bragging, breaking, or drugs!”


    They puzzled and puzzed ‘til

    Their puzzlers were sore


    Then the Defense thought of

    Something they hadn’t before!


    “Maybe Jim Brown…” they thought

    “…isn’t owned by the Store.”


    “Maybe this Man… perhaps…

    means a little bit more!”


    And what happened then?

    Well… in Fan-ville they say


    That the Fans’ small hearts

    Grew three sizes that day!


    And then… the true meaning

    Of Equality came through


    And Jim Brown found the

    Strength of ten Nagurskis

    (plus two)


    And now that his heart

    Didn’t feel quite so tight


    Jim whizzed with his load

    To the cause of civil rights


    With a smile to the Camera

    He descended Lambeau


    Quietly leaving the Game

    To Lead and Grow


    He rushed into Glory

    He brought back the joys


    He brought back pride

    To the Fan girls and boys


    He brought back their balance

    And their goals and examples


    He brought back their obstinacy

    Their daring, and chutzpah


    He brought everything back

    Back from the Field

  7. about 1 year ago on Ted Rall


    Perhaps you would care for a little light entertainment while you wait? I have been composing a short opera. Would you like to hear a song or two?

    - No, thank you.

    Oh, you’ll love it. It’s a comedy. It’s calledThe Torturer’s Apprentice – here’s the overture:

    The curtain rises on a typical everyday torture chamber. Ronsadork, the young apprentice, sings of his joy in his job

    A torturer’s apprentice went his merry way to work one day

    I bend and stretch and ply my trade making people all afraid

    But things look black

    Business is slack

    There’s no one on the rack but me

    Act four is set in an abattoir – I see a lot of slapstick – We begin with the arrival of the eunuchs’ chorus who sing ‘Cut Off in My Prime.’

    Cut off in my prime

    Surrounded by beautiful women all the time

    A eunuch’s life is hard, and nothing else

    – Excuse me a moment…

    Oh, you won’t want to miss this aria. It reminds me of my school days in England!

    Life is rather like a game

    It’s important that you win

    And though it seem a terrible shame

    If you lie and cheat and sin

    Lay up and win the game!

    I’m a modern man

    These days I find you have to be

    Awfully cruel to be kind

    I’m a modern man

    You will agree

    It’s either you or me!

    – The Adventures of Baron Munchausen -

  8. almost 2 years ago on Pedro X. Molina

    “Peace does not appear so distant as it did. I hope it will come soon, and come to stay; and so come as to be worth the keeping in all future time—

    It will then have been proved that, among free men, there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and that they who take such appeal are sure to lose their case, and pay the cost.”

    A. Lincoln – September 3, 1863

  9. almost 2 years ago on Joel Pett


    “If a problem is fixable, if a situation is such that you can do something about it, then there is no need to worry. If it’s not fixable, then there is no help in worrying. There is no benefit in worrying whatsoever.” ― Tibetan Cat XXVII

    (attributed to Dalai Lama XIV)

  10. almost 2 years ago on Steve Benson

    “…in the cynical confidence that their testimony would not be doubted, confident that you gentlemen would go along with them on the assumption – the evil assumption – that all Negroes lie, all Negroes are basically immoral beings, all Negro men are not to be trusted around our women. An assumption that one associates with minds of their caliber — and which is, in itself, gentlemen, a lie which I do not need to point out to you.” Atticus Finch