Thursday, February 5, 2009
Prez OBAMA's restrictions on WALL STREET - are a JOKE!!!
More granstanding for this 'JOKER' of a President 'wannabe'. The $500,000.00 ceiling on pay technically only applies to 'new' WALL STREET FIRMS taking government monies - not firms like JP MORGAN or GOLDMAN-SUCKS where many of Prez OBAMA's(or is that 'PEZ' OBAMA the suckah???!!!) cabinet picks and advisors came from???[ie tax cheat, liar, fraudster TIM GEITHNER, LEON PANETTA who got over $700,ooo.00 from 'bad banks', Madame HILLARY of "...asbestos pants-suits" 'donations' from NY firms/banks. and others!!!] Further firms like GOLDMAN-SUCKS the 'MOB' brokerage house just have to give back the original TARP FUNDS to disentangle themselves from this farce designed to 'play' to class envy and the rise of 'Moody' MARXISM under commiesir President OBAMA???!!!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
What may happen to ISRAEL or IRAN...
unleashed in a nanosecond – DAEMONS to despoil the world…
It lays there – alembic in amoral innocence.
Raw
seemingly
undressed
about the size and width
of some normal being.
Encased
in a latex bodice
like
some
dominant mistress.
Shiny
Silvery
Stainless steel struts
holds
parts
together.
Wrapped by layers of gold leaf
fashioned
with priapic polyethylene protrusions
little fake dildos
only to penetrate once
to draw life’s essence
only for an instant of transmogrified time
like the allure of film stars
able to entice from mere visions and sounds
a sucking momentary
breathless encounter.
Seduced
by the power of fission
to shatter
the air’s invulnerability
with copper threads
that strangle and cut
the dark dull grey core of plutonium
lusting
to escape with a whoosh of heat
more vicious
than a thousand Sun’s
able to melt the colours
off of butterfly’s wings
the thin bands of deuterium
as translucent as white frothy sea foam
relentlessly breaking the sandy shore
of our indurate creation.
Amorality awaits - to sizzle all life.
It lays there – alembic in amoral innocence.
Raw
seemingly
undressed
about the size and width
of some normal being.
Encased
in a latex bodice
like
some
dominant mistress.
Shiny
Silvery
Stainless steel struts
holds
parts
together.
Wrapped by layers of gold leaf
fashioned
with priapic polyethylene protrusions
little fake dildos
only to penetrate once
to draw life’s essence
only for an instant of transmogrified time
like the allure of film stars
able to entice from mere visions and sounds
a sucking momentary
breathless encounter.
Seduced
by the power of fission
to shatter
the air’s invulnerability
with copper threads
that strangle and cut
the dark dull grey core of plutonium
lusting
to escape with a whoosh of heat
more vicious
than a thousand Sun’s
able to melt the colours
off of butterfly’s wings
the thin bands of deuterium
as translucent as white frothy sea foam
relentlessly breaking the sandy shore
of our indurate creation.
Amorality awaits - to sizzle all life.
What are the REDSOX problems this year???
Aside from the revamped NYYanquis pitching rotation which is now the equal of REDSOX NATION or TAMPA BAY'S - the BOSOX have yet to develop strength up the middle either defensively-or-offensively!!! JACOBY ELLSBURY so far is not the offensive juggernaut in centerfield he was thought to be. ROCCO BALDELLI is old, can't run as well as he did, but can still hit. Will 'BIG' PAPI come back from an injury plagued season and the loss of 'MANNY' hitting to protect him??? The shortstop position also leaves much to be desired offensively/defensively. The team captain JASON VARITEK must endeavor to come back from a dismal season - and perhaps his skills are on an unalterable downward spiral. DEEP QUESTIONS FOR THE REDSOX THIS SEASON. [Does JOHN SMOLTZ have a full season in him??? Will ROCCO BALDELLI's legs hold up for the year??? Will KURT SCHILLING be able to 'throw' this year??? HOW WILL THE REDSOX REPLACE 'MANNY'S 100+RBI's??? TOO MANY QUESTIONS.]
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
"...New era of responsibility" says President OBAMA
Some "...era of responsibility" eh President'incurably-dishonest'BARACH HUSSEIN OBAMA??? #1 - ERIC HOLDER bought and paid for by DICKHEAD/HILLARY/MARC RICH who pimped JACK QUINN liberal scummy asswipe onto the convicted felon for cash!!! #2 - TIM GEITHNER tax cheat, liar, fraudster and friends of the MOB CAPOS at GOLDMAN-SUCKS!!! #3 - Former DEMBHOLE SENATURD TOM'dimwit'DASCHLE who had 2 cars+2drivers at the same time and didn't pay taxes on either of them!!! (Mr. LYNNE named to the DEFENSE DEPARTMENT a former registered lobbyist at RAYTHEON!!!) SOME ERA OF RESPONSIBILITY YOU CHICAGO SLEAZOID/LIAR!!![Still laughing at DEMBHOLE DASCHLE's pathetic withdrawal because he 'ruined' the environment by using 2cars+2drivers Ha=Ha=Ha=Ha=Ha=Ha.]Also NANCY KILLIFRE had to 'withdraw' from OBAMA's post at OMB because of 'bad taxes' - what a hoot!!! WHAT A BUNCH OF DEMBHOLE STOOGES!!!
Sylvia so near Valentine’s Day. Feb. 11. 1963
Sylvia so near Valentine’s Day. Feb. 11. 1963
I smell spinach
when I read Sylvia
Plath’s poetry.
The odour
not the writing I think
makes me nauseous.
The lumps of green,
not fresh green like
the silk of grasses
but boiled green-
because the nutrients
and the good stuff,
if there ever was any...
have been flushed out
by misguided metaphors
from limp green college instructors.
Speaking her vocabularies
of disjointed feelings
that would rather analyze
a life obsessed with dying.
A life obsessed with dying
where no critical words
are allowed as an epitaph.
As if a life obsessed with dying
is some cruel proof of having lived.
A life where fatal words
always lurked like
an ugly birthmark.
Which no one wished to be noticed.
Artfully disguised and avoided.
Invisible but there- like some colorless gas
for the one who inhales intoxicatingly
because the act of death
and the manner of death
somehow validates an excuse
for what we have become.
Because the first condition
of fame — is death.
Because an obsession with dying is proof
that there is, that there must be
poetry in life.
When starry—eyed students and profane publishers
never imagine existence...
except after death
is used for book—sale propaganda.
And we try and hide our eyes
and poke it with our forks hoping this vermillion blob
of unpleasant life
will never gag us again.
But it always returns. Like
the Valentine that is sent
year after year- wishing
to be your sweetheart —never accepting no for an answer.
Because love is an obsession
almost
as final as death.
Because love is an ultimate sacrifice.
Because by our sheer force of will
we believe
that love
in some form
must surely exist,
irrationally portioned out
to each of us. And we can attain
our share - with extreme acts.
Because love is an obsession
which sometimes we never outgrow.
Wishing our childhood dreams of love
could be made whole again,
after being dashed dashed dashed
repeatedly
against rejections
of concrete adulthood.
There’s nothing more repugnant than
overdone cold spinach.
Looking hideously green
like barbarous death
when it drops from the sky
onto your unsuspecting plate of experience.
And the image
and the memory never leave
but haunt
in nose, eyes,
and in your stomach when
you think of Sylvia’s serving
just herself.
A splat heap of jumbled verbs
placed
within an oven
while an overcooked soul oozed out
staining minds
with psychiatric appetizers.
Just enough for books and questions
to glorify a life’s maddening obsession. It makes my stomach queasy — whether it’s Sylvia or spinach.
I smell spinach
when I read Sylvia
Plath’s poetry.
The odour
not the writing I think
makes me nauseous.
The lumps of green,
not fresh green like
the silk of grasses
but boiled green-
because the nutrients
and the good stuff,
if there ever was any...
have been flushed out
by misguided metaphors
from limp green college instructors.
Speaking her vocabularies
of disjointed feelings
that would rather analyze
a life obsessed with dying.
A life obsessed with dying
where no critical words
are allowed as an epitaph.
As if a life obsessed with dying
is some cruel proof of having lived.
A life where fatal words
always lurked like
an ugly birthmark.
Which no one wished to be noticed.
Artfully disguised and avoided.
Invisible but there- like some colorless gas
for the one who inhales intoxicatingly
because the act of death
and the manner of death
somehow validates an excuse
for what we have become.
Because the first condition
of fame — is death.
Because an obsession with dying is proof
that there is, that there must be
poetry in life.
When starry—eyed students and profane publishers
never imagine existence...
except after death
is used for book—sale propaganda.
And we try and hide our eyes
and poke it with our forks hoping this vermillion blob
of unpleasant life
will never gag us again.
But it always returns. Like
the Valentine that is sent
year after year- wishing
to be your sweetheart —never accepting no for an answer.
Because love is an obsession
almost
as final as death.
Because love is an ultimate sacrifice.
Because by our sheer force of will
we believe
that love
in some form
must surely exist,
irrationally portioned out
to each of us. And we can attain
our share - with extreme acts.
Because love is an obsession
which sometimes we never outgrow.
Wishing our childhood dreams of love
could be made whole again,
after being dashed dashed dashed
repeatedly
against rejections
of concrete adulthood.
There’s nothing more repugnant than
overdone cold spinach.
Looking hideously green
like barbarous death
when it drops from the sky
onto your unsuspecting plate of experience.
And the image
and the memory never leave
but haunt
in nose, eyes,
and in your stomach when
you think of Sylvia’s serving
just herself.
A splat heap of jumbled verbs
placed
within an oven
while an overcooked soul oozed out
staining minds
with psychiatric appetizers.
Just enough for books and questions
to glorify a life’s maddening obsession. It makes my stomach queasy — whether it’s Sylvia or spinach.
Monday, February 2, 2009
'Reporters' don't do well in 'MAD'VLAD's new RUSSIA!!!
NOVAYA GAZETYA'S FOURTH REPORTER WAS KILLED LAST MONTH SINCE 2004. In 'MAD'VLAD's new RUSSIA investigating news and reporting about 'MAD'VLAD's corrupt practices earn your instant entombment into the frozen tundra to silence all dissent!!! ANASTASIA BABUROVA was the latest reporter assassinated with gunshots to the head while walking. The 'shooter' was masked and used a silencer. CRITICIZE 'MAD'VLAD or his corrupt COMMIE CRAPSTERS and get shot, poisoned, beaten to death - all in very public ways to teach lessons for any others who would snipe at the emperor 'MAD'VLAD or his cohorts!!! SO MUCH FOR THE VENEER OF DEMOCRACY IN RUSSIA!!!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
DEMBHOLES dump more shit on SCHIP!!!
DEMBHOLE-DOUCHESBAGS dumped more shit on the SCHIP PROGRAM - making persons up to age 30 'children' and increasing income limits of a family-of-4 up to $81,000.00dollars a year to qualify as 'low-income'. The original SCHIP PROGRAM was passed by a REPUBLICANT CONGRESS in 1997. WAY TO GO DEMBHOLE SOCIALIST SHITHEADS/ASSHOLES!!!
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