Friday, September 22, 2017


Two Differing Points of View


Welcome one of your newest fellow citizens. Let's say just for the sake of discussion that this is a hypothetical scenario: 

46 year old woman. Gets pregnant. No father listed on birth certificate. Unemployed, gets no prenatal care, presents to hospital in labor, baby born slightly premature and very small size. Has Down syndrome. Has significant medical abnormalities. Will probably be hospitalized for weeks to months in intensive care. May need major surgery. Mother speaks not a word of English. Immigration status? Who knows, not allowed to ask. Mom on Medicaid. Baby on Medicaid.

Where is the responsibility of this woman who is old enough to know better? Where is the responsibility of the father who gets his pleasure with no skin in the game? Where is the responsibility of this mother's nation of origin who outsourced her dependency onto us? Where is the concern from our politicians for the taxpayers, the hardworking citizens of this country who are going to pay for this child's medical care for years to come? Where is a simple thank you America, for being kind hearted and generous. But no, the Dreamers have a dream. Fuck the taxpayer and his/her dreams. F-ck the future of the taxpayer's child and his/her dreams. This woman and her child are entitled to the sweat of your brow, comrade!


YEAH YEAH YEAH, but you've taken the worst case scenario, exaggerated it, and then presented it as the NORM for ALL the so-called Dreamers.

Not only is that not KIND and not FAIR, it's not TRUE either.

There really ARE a great many brought here as infants and underrage children who have graduated from our schools, and lived their entire lives AS Americans.

Some of them have served in the Armed Forces with honor and distinction; many have gone to college, graduated and have found a niche for themselves as full-fledged members of American Society.

Many of them have married Americans, and had children whom they are raising in an admirable fashion. Many of them have bought property, and do their best to maintain it and enhance its value.

It's a moral OUTRAGE even to CONSIDER deporting people of good quality. Many of them are better behaved, have better values, and lead more productive lives the many "Natural Born" citizens hundreds of thousands of whom really are worthless and despicable.

That said, I would like to see any and all illegal aliens who've committed CRIMES tossed out immediately with no ceremony, and I firmly believe 


so that no more of these poor lost souls are physically able to pour in, and eventually overrun us.

The whole rotten, stinking mess is OUR fault for not electing and supporting a government that has the GUTS, the WILL 
and the HEART to do the Right, 
Decent and Sensible thing.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

She’s At It Again!

When Will it Ever Stop?
WILL it Ever Stop?

Saturday, September 16, 2017

The Hurricane Drag

Here comes the wind, see how she blows
Down on your knees, suck on your toes
That’s the way to do the Hurricane Drag

Whips up the sea wild as can be
We may get swept away
Wipes out the Grid; now you’re free as a kid
But this ain’t no time to play

Here comes the wind, see how she blows
Down on your knees, suck on your toes
Raise your hackles like the Swastika flag

Each lad and lass, please don’t pass gas 
Nobody needs the stench
While we’re here trembling with fear
Hunkered down in the trench.

Down on your knees, suck on your toes
Feel your blood freeze as you face new woes
That's the way to watch the Weather Vane
As you struggle in the Hurricane 
That’s the way to do the Hurricane Drag.

~ Molly Coddler

And here's a recording with members of
the original 1927 Broadway production

Wednesday, September 13, 2017




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Merrily Cheesing Off the Left since 2012

Tuesday, September 12, 2017


Meditation on a Tragic Anniversary

A radiant cloudless morning
air fresh and clear
sky the brightest blue
mood mellow
A lovely young day bright with promise ––

And then a gleaming silver shell appeared
mirroring beautifully the morning sunshine 
A Thing of Beauty –– but horribly out of place
like a spacecraft from an alien planet

Dipping crazily far too low upon the skyline
before anyone could feel the menace ––
it smashed directly into a gigantic upright construct ––
one of a pair ––

Twin monuments to Greed and Vain Ambition some were quick to say

But sudden violent death eradicated an entire investment firm
in one horrific instant –– 
dozens of bright young lives incinerated –– gone!

Before dazed onlookers could begin to understand what was happening
another silver shell acting as a missile 
crashed into the second of the giant pair.

Ugly buildings!  A hideous blot 
on the once-graceful Manhattan skyline.

“Ada Louise Huxtable might secretly rejoice at this,”
part of me thought wickedly, for I had always resented
the overbearing, outsized twins ––
Bounders! Interlopers ! Invaders!

But before that ruined day was halfway through
three-thousand innocents had been
burned alive, brains and eyeballs boiled 
skulls pulverized, skeletons crushed
between twisting, white hot girders
pelted with falling rubble midst the flames
caught, crippled, crumpled, smashed to bits ––
Smothered in collapsing stairwells and buried alive
in a torrent of red hot cinders and debris

In so many ways the scene must have mimicked the final hours
of the residents of Pompeii and Herculaneum

And then there were those hideous echoes 
of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire ––
Where so many jumped to their deaths
to escape being burned alive ––
In an instant smashed skulls, broken bones and bloody pulp 
were all that remained of their vibrant young lives.

And not so long ago in Benghazi –– to mark the anniversary 
of this Great Triumph of Barbarity over Civilization
our young, handsome, well-meaning, 
hopelessly naive, ambassador to Libya
was surrounded in his quarters, 
dragged out into the streets
beaten, sodomized and brutally murdered.

But what does any of this matter? What difference does it make?
Let’s just forget about it, and MOVE ON.
Might as well. 

We are privileged to live in interesting times.

Kyrie eleison!
Kyrie eleison!
Christe eleison!

~ FreeThinke 

Saturday, September 9, 2017

The World Weary Waltz

They’ve rioted in Baltimore
TRA la la la la LA la!
They’re writhing in pain.
There’s a hurricane in Florida
Blowing in too much rain.
TRA la la la la LA!

The whole world is festering with unhappy souls
Race wars are fomenting from
the North to the South Poles
The Muslims hate the Christians
With atheists we've lost touch
Now most people hate each other very much!

But we may unite yet in alliance proud
Jong Un now possesses a Mushroom-Shaped Cloud
So we can be certain on some lovely day
That jerk will go berserk
And we will all be blown away!

Now an earthquake’s just hit Mexico
TRA la la la la LA la!
Disease stalks the land
What Nature doesn’t do to us
Will be done by the Human Hand!

~ Sheldon Harnick (revisited and updated by FT)

Thursday, September 7, 2017

for a CHANGE 

Shaw Kenawe’s Husband Has Passed Away.  Regardless of Any Political Differences We Might Have, I Regard Miss Shaw as a Friend, and Posted the Following at Progressive Eruptions as 
Soon as I Heard the Sad News.

The beautiful Shawe Kenawe and her husband-to-be in 1977

Dear, Shaw, 

I am so sorry your most important relationship has come to such a sad, untimely end. I hope these words by our special friend Emily Dickinson may help you as you struggle to gain a better sense of perspective on life that must seem senseless and unrewarding at times like this.

While I was fearing it, it came —
But came with less of fear
Because that fearing it so long
Had almost made it fair —

There is a Fitting — a Dismay —
A Fitting — a Despair 
’Tis harder knowing it is Due
Than knowing it is Here.

The Trying on the Utmost
The Morning it is new
Is Terribler than wearing it
A whole existence through.

~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

I offer too these words from Carousel by Oscar Hammerstein II, whom I have come to regard as one of our finest lyric poets, despite his enormous popularity.  He understood the human heart very well, and expressed his wisdom gently, kindly, with good humor and great empathy for the human condition in words most could easily understand, bless him! 

What's the use of wonderin' 
If he's good or if he's bad,
Or if you like the way he wears his hat?
Oh what's the use of wonderin' 
If he's good or if he's bad
He's your feller, and you love him
That's all there is to that.

Common sense may tell you 
That the endin' will be sad,
And now's the time to break
And run run away

Though common sense may tell you 
That the endin'will be sad
Your his gal and he's your feller
There's nothin' more to say.

Somethin' made him the way that he is
Whether he's false or true
And Someone gave him the things that are his
One of these things is you

So, when he wants your kisses
You must give them to the lad,
And anywhere he leads you, you will walk
And anytime he needs you ––
You'll go runnin' there like mad ––
You're his gal and he's your feller,
And all the rest is talk.

I wish I could offer more. I believe you still have my phone number. If ever you feel a need to talk, –– even in the middle of the night –– I'd be glad to listen.

You were a beauitful couple when you married. I know you produced beautiful children.  I hope those good memories will help sustain you  as work through this period of grief.



Shaw's husband in later years. May he rest in peace.

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