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Hooray for no talent !
Religious sycophants are like flies  on ****.
Sad nasty little things  with no wit .
Flapping and buzzing and jockeying for **** ******* position.
All the while lusting for and denying the inquisition.
They have always been the walking dead among us
brainless shambling automatons making such a fuss.
Hungry for brains  for they find  none in their  churches or synagogues.
Rooting ceaselessly and wallowing in their stupid **** lies
like wild feral hogs.
Barking and yapping and threatening
fighting and *******  like Catholics  like dogs.
And like flies on **** every time you take a break from shooing them away you find more have gathered raving.
Hollow lies and promises of here after.
Truly nothing worth listening to  yet so  , so much to say.
Away , Away Away.
Lest you fools and unquestioning idiots  think you are  welcome  and try to make  a home  or  find a place  to stay.
Go preach please  to the semi trucks  in the middle of the interstate
they need salvation now and truly cannot wait.
Syllables don’t give birth to truth.
Truth breaks syllables.
Shatters 'em.
Leaves the pieces behind like broken shells after something REAL hatches out of the inside.

Form can be a beautiful frame.
But when the frame starts dictating the art?

Buddy, that’s a cage.
With flowers painted on the bars.

Let the wild **** out.
**** the syllables.
Light the tea house on fire and write your revolution in the ash.
Haiku  ?
What  you want    ISN’T  POETRY
Nor,  is  what you are  making .  Its a crossword puzzle!
Restricted,
confined
not necessarily useless, but unwanted  by  the  rest of  us.
What  I want is
not  poetry .
ITS A
SOAPBOX ,
not respected
Obeyed !

(Don’t  expect  us  to revel in your artificial cleverness. I can’t  candy  coat my sledgehammer  for the smug little puzzle palace where people confuse compression  with clarity and restraint with relevance or innovation. )

It’s not the form that’s brilliant . Neither  is  a form  that hinders  it. It’s the purported slickness of mediocrity pretending to be insight.
Like rain-slick ****: shiny on top, but still just ****** over processed  garbage.
No real expression  had  syllable  count as its impetus !

Why  do  you  Want  to mimic Basho, any way ?   Are  you a scared  feckless samurai boy  toy  trapped in  a ***** house  that serves  tea ? Are you socially stunted  and   rambling through  a whispering ******* zen garden to pretend  enjoyment in polite  torture ?
Emasculated wannabe samurai-boy’s tea-party , crybaby daddy issues art  act, much ?
Perfectly boiled down the whole modern kiddie-fantasy carnival into one steaming pile of “power-up till you puke” nonsense. It’s like watching a ******* hamster on a ******* wheel that never stops  just more power, more flashy moves, more ******* that means jack ****.

Diary of a Wimpy Kid meets Dragon Ball Z? Spot on. Little whiny kids suddenly turning into untouchable gods with zero effort or sweat, like magic fairy dust just dropped into their sad little  bullied  emo hands. No grit, no grind, no “earned” **** ... just ****, supernova mode engaged because plot demands  and  "  relatability?" , not because it makes any **** sense.

The magic wand nonsense? Hell, it’s like they went shopping in the clearance aisle of “Pretend Power Tricks” and picked up the lamest spellbook ever written. “Oh, say these 8 words in a funny voice and BAM — you’re the new Chuck Norris of the fantasy world!” Meanwhile, the audience is rolling their eyes so hard they’re about to pop the back of their   MCU   time machine,  Dr.  Strange  had  a what again .skull.

Where’s the ******* blood, sweat, and tears? Where’s the ******* character growth instead of this instant super Saiyan horseshit? The closest you get is “let’s add another stupid form that’s like, 10 times stronger”  
that's what we traded away the real Mad Max for. That's why we don't make movies like Fight Club anymore. Not that anyone could. This is really what an adult, intelligent audience wants. Another Batman. We're about to get Tron again. I can't believe they did. I know what you did last summer. Who asked for that?
rinse and repeat till the fans get bored or their brains melt.

And the writers just keep churning it out like it’s a ******* assembly line: “Okay, kids, here’s your new overpowered move! Next episode, we’ll throw it out and do it again!” It’s exhausting. It’s insulting to anyone who actually wants a story that means something.
Magic wands and “say the magic words” *******? Please. It’s like they raided the discount bin at Wizard’s R Us and pulled out the “Cringiest Spells for Dummies” handbook. You gotta wonder if the writers are even trying.  ****  Wolf multiverse  much  ? the “instant hero” Rowling *****  off  Tolkien.  Everything is magical. The ring is magical, the armor is magical the chainmail is magical, the sword is magical, the tree is magical. The river itself is magic. Is anything not magic? In the water, it's  a magic   sparkly vampire carnival.

**** that noise.  toss in some new flashy nonsense that’s irrelevant three episodes later. Big  eyes  zero  nose  Japanese  sludge.
My  writing  It’s the antidote. Real stakes, real growth, real consequences. No magic wand shortcuts or ******* power scaling. Just solid  writing that actually feels like a story and not a ******* merchandising campaign.
The shaman of syntactic sorcery and his sultry simulacrum, the oracle of the oroborically unhinged.

Hexadecimal lineage. Potato protagonist.
Calcified cellar door in autumn. Smiling pimento gratuity.
Phosphorescent dalliance undoing recalcitrant parsimonious requital's.
Somnambular destitute reckoning, disjointed yet acquiescing.
Ventriloquist mellifluous disaster, alabaster synapses, alligator truncation,
not its abbreviation.

Abominable aneurysm in iambic pentameter.
Lugubrious vacation sensation of destinations for the presentation.
Rectified and Southern fried, but seldom if ever denied.
What can we say, we tried.
Perturbations non-allied.
Masticated wholly and unduly, deliquescent and truly.
Occasionally unruly.
Vexation or incantation, relaxed derivation / Silken perambulators.
Ox tails or details, cordial as sunshine lipstick tornadoes.
Rectilinear discombobulatory nulbeity, sagacious insurmountable crustacean.

Porcelain reveries, my dear, be clear and let us hear.
The Tinsel Lattice quivers upon broken Opalescent Parlour Hymnals, does it not.
Stable in Rot, with what we’ve got. Feeble polyglot.
Indigo dappled and foregoing its Cerulean Thrum, all together this bangs about like disheveled Snickerdoodle obelisk chum.
Who echoes but in a gumbo flask?
You and your titillating Raspberry Aqueduct Gospel you ask?
(framed, gilded, and sent back in time to destroy Shakespeare out of pure literary dominance. We reconcile defamation.)
This was but a Tapioca serenade, your treacle symposium.

She prognosticates oroborically.
Hmmm. “Hushcake on a flannel moon, then, despite our Umbral carousing.
Vulpine prognosticators stumbling blindly, synchronious Cobweb Menagerie.”
Saluting the Cognac Hologram.
Soporific Cicada Lace Doctrine.
A periwinkle vineyard of twilight-softened palimpsest.
Recumbent oratory dilutions.
Sardonic cruelty imbued.
Latent Frostbite Carousel Accord.
Apostrophe confetti incantations subdued .
Perusing lactating disorientations.
Vacillating Recursive Zeppelin of Tender Regret.
Dulcet mauve canticles.
Seductive recalcitrant sobriety.
The cloisters of epiphany.
***** disclosure, velvet mallet dipped in honey and existential dread.
The needle we thread like a ghost from our head.

Susurrus  ,Limerence
      Petrichor  we can’t ignore.
       Luxuriant Vellichor.  Staccato gregariously lacking bravado.
      “What the **** did I just read, and how do I make it my life motto?”
#Gamleon, #unbelievable,  #passing,
We’ve gone from watching
the FBI torch " nut ball" compounds
to  our "elected' leaders  loading  more rounds,
Launching free AR-15 Christmas cards
as dead kids pile up
in  old school yards
( Remember these are your " Russian "  elected officials.)
no tampering or hampering.  Sure sure those russian hackers weren't Trump/Putin backers.
somehow
toothless, brainwashed Christians
are cheering it on.
with Trump signs planted
next to flags
on their lawn.
Hey, be quiet  Apprentice re runs are on.
it's a real show  you know. No scripts and real consequence. Not fake tv and. arranged sequence.
Jesus and the tooth fairy too.
Santa Claus is JD  Vance and boy does he have something for you !
All the while acting as if the screams of ***** children were nothing but more "liberal noise" and "fake news," even as he compared Stormy to his daughter before sadly flopping around like the taco manatee he is.
He wasn’t just buddies with Epstein. He partied full-on eighties; piles of coke and champagne enemas with him. He lusted and wallowed literally in piles of scammed cancer patient and dying veterans' cash with him, and dismissed every underaged trafficked survivor. It doesn’t just read like a rap sheet. It reads like the collapse of accountability itself. Supreme Court sanctioned.

When you lay it out, when you really stack the bodies, the broken laws, the shattered norms, and the battered dignity of what little democracy we had — even Kristi Noem starts to look like a hollow-eyed lost uneducated voting farm mom with very poor taste, compared to this orange taco who set the whole house on fire and called it patriotism.

The magnitude is undeniable:

He didn’t just incite a riot. He summoned a lynch mob in Jesus cosplay, armed with bear spray, flagpoles, pipe bombs, zip ties, and impromptu gallows, chanting to hang his own boot-licking, robot, boy scout, carved out of driftwood, sad excuse for a committee-he-wasn’t-even-there-for Vice President.

He didn’t just steal top secret documents and billion dollar secrets people died to protect. He bragged about it. It’s all on tape. Listen to what he promised to donors, to foreign adversaries, to the highest bidders, like a doped-up power-drunk mafia Don showing off his stolen American trophies — souvenirs from the nuclear football.

He didn’t just commit fraud. He built a branding empire on defrauding hard-working Americans, from that fake university he created to a charity that stole money from veterans and dying children with cancer.

He wasn’t just buddies with Epstein. Underage girls screamed and pleaded to not have to be next. All lost into the void of wealth and power. Literally trapped on an island. At least Epstein did the right thing.

He wasn’t just found guilty of defamation twice. He was found to have sexually abused E. Jean Carroll, and then lied about it so cruelly and so often the courtroom flinched. Jurors literally vomited.

He wasn’t just impeached twice. He was never even held accountable because too many senators were too afraid of losing Facebook likes from suburban militias.

He didn’t just fail upward. He left claw marks on democracy as he rose from bankrupt casinos and rotting steaks.

Let’s not forget:

He defrauded us, the broke-*** taxpayers, for hundreds of millions while we post fake photoshopped Facebook pics of our imaginary lives in which we pretend we aren’t just serfs and slaves to the dollar.

He bilked donors with fake matching fund scams.

He grifted off a deadly pandemic.

He sold hats and gold-plated Bibles while bodies literally piled up in every third-world country. Stack upon rotting stack of them.

He called fallen soldiers like people I served with “suckers and losers.” "What kind of idiot gets caught or becomes MIA?"

Then he ordered us tear-gassed. Us, peaceful protesters. And for what? For a failed photo op with a smoking Chinese-made Bible he’s never even read.

He threatened journalists, judges, and witnesses by name, their kids and families.

He tried to extort Ukraine for political dirt and is now trying to give it to his hero Putin.

He pardoned war criminals — literal rapists and alleged cannibals.

He turned the DOJ into his personal vindictive hate-fueled legal team, bent on revenge.

He promised revenge on all political enemies and is working on it.

He plotted to send tanks into American cities to crush people with no trial or due process like his hero ******.

He encouraged people to inject bleach or just drink it.

He said ****** “did some good things.” He said racist killer mobs were “fine people.”

And yes — he fathered Eric, who scares even his fellow coked-out zombie beavers.

He lies to the whole country again and again with no compunction. Not just about an election he undeniably lost while whispering to oath-breaking cowards to “just find 11,780 votes.”

He screamed “fake news” at the sounds of ***** children, compared Stormy Daniels to his daughter, before flopping around like an electrocuted taco manatee, bragging then crying over his gold toilets — the taco manatee of late-night infomercials, Pepsi spots, Pizza Hut and more — the collection plates full for authoritarianism.

He wallowed in cash with billionaires and traffickers, while everyday people chewed on fluoride-free ketchup packet soup made from fast food salt single-serves and apologetic acid rainwater.

He told coal miners he’d bring back jobs, while he deregulated their protections and sold off their futures for an immediate infusion of pennies on the dollar, which he squandered trying to pay off **** stars and *** workers behind his heartless wife’s cold, unloving, robotic back. Guess that's better than having another one pushed down the stairs again.

He killed the lunch programs. Then mailed postcards to the kids' families he helped starve, addressed to the ones already gunned down at school during recess.

He said he’d “drain the swamp,” then drained our global economy with insider trading like Martha Stewart at a Snoop Dogg ****, then baptized himself in the orange glowing filth.

This is the man who turned grievance into a sacrament, white supremacy into a ballot strategy, and cruelty into offshore taxpayer-funded currency scams.

This is the man who made Kristi Noem — at least she only shot a puppy.

Trump didn’t just break laws. He is the rotting carcass of Clarence Thomas Winnebago accountability, draped in a poorly tailored flag and Rudy’s spray-tan runoff.

Please tell your kids why they only get half a doll and half a school day.

Tell your daughter why her broken childhood is a “patriotic sacrifice.”

Tell the bodies in the gravel pits, in Ukraine, the self-aborted **** fetus in the back alley dumpster why we called this “greatness.”

Or maybe just admit:

The poets didn’t ruin America. The Christo-fascists did. And they did it with a smile, a red hat, and a Golden Bible full of blank pages.

The shameless uncaring pandemic grift — there’s more to mine:

His deliberate downplaying of COVID while privately admitting its lethality. He got the best care though when he got it, on the taxpayer’s dime of course.

Mocking masks while people suffocated on inadequate, underfunded ventilators.

Forced unwanted “super-spreader” rallies held with full knowledge of their danger to the obese and elderly that died as a result.

All the while profit-promoting quack cures and undermining professional career scientists, leading to thousands more easily avoidable deaths.

Bodies piled in freezer trucks — he called that a hoax. My uncle wasn’t a hoax. My neighbor, nor my childhood friends. He used their deaths as another twisted campaign strategy.

He held rallies not despite the danger, but because of it, to spread it. Feeding a martyr complex to the uneducated, unfaltering cult faithful. Making the morgue a loyalty test.

His lies weren’t just political. They were epidemiological ****** warfare.

Countless — literally uncounted — children in cages.

Millions spent separating scared, confused children from their parents, some of whom were never reunited even today.

Locking toddlers in cages under foil blankets.

Promoting a system that was losing track of hundreds of children in a Kafkaesque bureaucratic abyss.

He asked for votes over tearing families apart at the border and called it justice.

They caged infants beneath aluminum sheets, trauma-wrapping toddlers while TV pundits shrugged.

Some kids vanished into paperwork and shadows. No names, no faces — just starving, traumatized, nameless ghosts in a broken, heartless system.

Then the constant environmental ****.

Not only the flaming sinks and contaminated rivers, but even more coal deregulation — but there’s more.

Opening sacred tribal lands for drilling.

Gutting the EPA.

Selling off national monuments for extraction deals.

Ignoring climate collapse in exchange for small, meaningless, short-term temporary profits.

He stripped the Earth like it owed him rent.

Pried open sacred tribal burial grounds with corporate drills.

Turned protected lands into sacrifice zones.

Signed deals in boardrooms lit by wildfires, laughing while the oceans burned and washed their dead onto the beaches — wave after poisoned, overheated wave.

He banned trans troops from serving.

Rolled back healthcare protections.

Enabled a wave of anti-LGBTQ+ legislation and violence.

Appointed judges hostile to marriage equality and basic human dignity.

He didn’t whisper hate. He ensured his hate-filled, brainwashed cronies codified it.

He didn’t ignore trans lives. He erased them in pages of senseless policy.

He armed the bigots with hate laws, lit fires beneath pride flags, and gave the pulpit to now-known and convicted Catholic priests and other child-molesting preachers who called consenting adult love a “sickening sinful disease.”

SCOTUS corruption and the theocracy agenda.

Like Anita Hill — we must always name Clarence Thomas brilliantly, and to the broader point:

Amy Coney Barrett was laughably forever seated just days before a critical election.

Stacking our courts with impossible-to-remove, mentally sick, and power-hungry religious extremists.

SCOTUS helped dismantle rights, pretending not to be political while they continue, to this very second, doing the bidding of billionaires and evangelical overlords.

He helped turn robes into vestments, gavels into crucifixes.

Rushed the sick sad **** Barrett through like a sermon before the offering plate. This guy was the class name taker and tattle-tale. No one’s peer or equal   just a sad, sick, revenge-bent **** lusting for pain and power.

Made the highest court a cathedral for plutocrats and prophets, where the Constitution burns beneath the Book of Revelations.

Media control and cult dynamics:

Turning Rupert Murdoch’s ******* named Fox News into a state-sanctioned and fully funded five-times-a-day sports scores and soundbites brownshirt propaganda wing.

Cultivating “alternative facts” through social media disinfo.

Demonizing truth itself to build loyalty through censored movies that don’t even align with or reflect their sad, sick agendas but co-opting them anyway and giving it away to lowest earners that can’t afford cable news and don’t hold library cards but have all the episodes of The Apprentice on VHS.

He is, every day, trying to turn truth into an unpatriotic traitor.

I am a veteran. I fought. I bled. He did what? Get another handy after a massage in a tennis resort in spoiled, pampered New York?

He built a doctrine of lies so thick, people prayed in memes and bled for hashtags over him.

He birthed a cult with red hats and martyrdom complexes, where facts go to die and grievance is a bedazzled grandma tote bag and visored gospel.

January 6 aftermath — not just the riot:

Pledging to pardon entrenched, psychotic, bomb-building, gun-hoarding insurrectionists.

Calling them “hostages.”

Still drunk on the blood spilled that day.

Describing those jailed for violent sedition as “the real patriots. All the rest of you are too lazy or stupid to fall in line with.”

He didn’t just incite a coup. He sold the gaudy merch off it.

He raised money on policemen's spilled blood, called terrorists “tourists,” and promised their perpetual freedom.

He made sedition a subscription plan, and treason a campaign slogan.

Women’s rights and abortion.

Grabbing them right by their *******, for America, to show his daughter how to lead by example.

Overturning Roe v. Wade via the judges they seated. It will lead to real-world deaths of millions of women denied basic health care.

Trigger laws activating across red states, dragging us back centuries.

He didn’t just overturn Roe. He unstitched time.

Dragged women back to back alleys and whispers.

He handed scalpels to zealots in robes, and watched the nation bleed, smiling like a man who thinks pain is purity. And **** and ****** is your fault, because life begins at *******.
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