Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Rodak's Writings: a Poem


Big-Time Baby Blue

Beautiful body,
Braless, with body hair,
Barreling down the boulevard,
Bodacious bangers and
Bountiful booty bouncing,
Babe’s got the big bucks, the
Badass Benz, the Triumph
Bike, the boat docked by the
Beachfront bungalow.
Bangor to Boston,
Banksters bow when she
Blows by, big blues beaming bright.
Better bind up those balls, boys.
Best bet is this bad bitch bites.


Sunday, June 21, 2015

Reflections: The Shape of Things to Come

The craziest, most far-out of the conspiracy theories are gradually emerging as pretty damned accurate. Be very afraid, but project your fear onto the real monsters. A symptom to watch: the fairly rapid deployment of an international, militarized, mercenary police force.

These units, coordinated across national borders, unaccountable to the citizenry, wearing different colors, but fluid in deployment, apparently trump the authority of the local, constitutionally governed police, acting upon orders from the Shadow Government that is our oligarchic rulers.