Sunday, January 8, 2017

Rants: They Never Learn



I just gave up on an attempt to watch a 9 a.m. Sunday morning political/news show. There, on ABC, was the embarrassing sell-out, Obama, and on Fox, the even more disgusting huckster, Reince Preibus. All bullshit, all the time. More productively, I started reading Howard Zinn's The Twentieth Century: a People's History this morning. It is amazing to be clubbed over the head once again with the proof that "business-as-usual" for the U.S. of A. has not changed one iota since the inception of the 20th century. Then, it was Cuba and the Philippines; today it is the Middle East: same motives; same murderous tactics, still to the benefit of nobody but the corporate oligarchs. Then, it was the mysterious explosion that destroyed the battleship Maine; more recently it was the mysterious controlled demolition of the three buildings of the WTC. Same old, same old. The people never learn and apparently never will.


Saturday, January 7, 2017

Reflectons: The Future of Loneliness


We will have nowhere to find out the effect on the suicide rate as a result of their shutting down the social media.


Rodak's Writings: Teleology - a poem

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Teleology

It all comes down
to shit, to death.

The worms are oblivious
to the stench of reality,

Never having read
any books of wisdom.

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Monday, January 2, 2017

Reflections: With a Whimper

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The Truthers seem to have finally given it up and fallen silent. Evidently a correct understanding of how we got to where we are today is no longer worth the frustration and weathering the constant scorn of the majority bleating merinos. So be it: let the perpetual war roll on.
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Friday, December 30, 2016

Rodak's Writings: Irresolution - a poem

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Irresolution

I keep putting it off,
more afraid of approaching
the retail counter
than of standing before the Throne.

Afraid of watching human opinion
form like a time-lapse crystal.
Not this week, then, after all.
No.

Wait a month: new money’s coming in.
You’ll go out and do it then,
as surely as an island girl
goes down to pee in the ocean.
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Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Rodak's Writings: Enough of the New - a poem

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Enough of the New

I shall soon be sharing my oldest poems
for they were songs of rage
and psalms of warning against
evil men with lust for power.
We must remember how the pen
was all we had in opposition.

((  In prior days we ate our Wheaties;
we played hide-and-seek
in lush back yards and made water
on the trunks of  trees like little dogs.
We coaxed the girls
to pull down their pants,
to show us what it was rumored
they lacked, while we giggled
like drunken elves, each little wee-wee
so mysteriously hard it hurt,
for we as yet had no release
for these confusing passions,
nor any notion then of how
those girls, grown knowing,
would so easily play us
in the power of their elements  ))

Venerable now, we are perhaps resigned
to this new world governed by our well-raised sons,
careful souls who walk above our nodding heads,
their competent feet shod in tender slippers,
as they check the locks and douse the lights.

I shall begin to share my oldest poems,
for we must never forget
how we carried our souls in our empty hats
as we made our desperate escape,
or were sent into terminal exile
by grown-up girls entrenched on angry beds.
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Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Rants: Where Have All the Flower(children) Gone?

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So what happened was, first all the long-haired "summer of love" freaks got bitch-slapped by the establishment. Then they crawled back to school on their hands and knees, got graduate degrees and sold out to the professions.Today, the only "left" in this country is a bunch of pussyfied neo-liberals with the moral fortitude of runt-of-the-litter, hind-tit-sucking, farm animals. 

Et voila, Donald Trump!
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