For all of twenty seven years,
She stood Christians on their ears.
To her, religious freedom was a drag,
Stuff those newborn babies in a refuse bag.
One hundred fifty law clerks she did hire,
But only one black did she require.
A living Constitution she endears,
Fu#k all that history through the years.
Her rulings displayed the very darkest,
For she ruled as a lifelong Marxist.
Say hello to Karl!
Author: curmudgeonfun
Terrorist Lullaby
Hush little terrorist don’t say a word,
Daddy’s gonna put you with a Kurd.
If that Kurd don’t cut you up,
Daddy’s fixin bacon for your sup.
If that bacon don’t fry yo azz,
Daddy’s gonna soak yo butt in gas.
If that gas don’t lite you up,
Daddy’s gonna feed you to his pup.
If that pup don’t like the taste,
Daddy’s gonna shoot you in the face.
My Brother Meets the Black Wolf
Monday, 14 September, 2020
Rain, rain, go away–the West Coast is calling you.
I was rudely awakened a few days ago by my watchband pinching my wrist, Another of those “sports” straps, of some kind of rubber, it had broken almost completely through. It was held together by about 1/32nd of an inch on one side, snarkgefrazzle.
Wouldn’t it be nice if the straps lasteduntil the battery died?
I carefully removed it from my arm and went looking for some kind of glue to repair it. Believe it or not, I found some that might work, and it had not set up in the tube! I applied the glue to the appropriate edges and began the hold-it-together countdown while trying not to have my fingrs permanently attached to the strap. It eventually held enough fo me to let go (yay!) and carefully set it where it would likely not be disturbed for the 24- hour curing of the bond.
Forty hours later, I put it om my wrist–carefully–and it held!
For an hour and a half. I flexed my arm, I guess, and the strap snapped all the way apart at the original fracture,
rackenfratz
Other than that (and the telemarketerrs), I have had a good few days in a row. Even the Eternal Migraine is on low. Now for a sunny day or twelve….
I smell cookies baking. I don’t bake and I’m alone in the house, as usual. I haven’t heard anything,but I smell chocolate chip cookies in the making. Be right back.
Kitchen empty; oven off, cold, and empty. But I smell them.
On the way back, I located a chair with my right little toe (as opposed to the left one, not the wrong one–although that might just apply, as well). I chanted the words of the Magical Incantation to Relieve Pain in the Little Toe, several times, at varying volume settings. Everyone knows that one instinctively–just stub your toe accidentally, and it will spring to your mind and mouth without thinking.
Just hope that there are no women, children, or preachers in earshot.
I must be hallucinating, but why I cannot figure. The only thing that has been ingested that is out of my regular routine was a plate of BBQ made and donated by Kevin, with a special sauce that he really should bottle and sell.
I am awake and not dreaming, I know–the toe is still throbbing. But The Black Wolf is here. And around him are teh Five Silly Puppies allsmiley-faced and waggle-tailed. I greet him out loudwith our usual “huka hey, Brother Wolf.”
“Brother Michael, it isthe baest day to die. My Honored Kin here insisted on coming along, as you can see.”
my name,not brother man, but the pups are here, too. and i smell cookies yet.
i ask if i can finish this. ‘typequickly’, he said
glad I had this erady–head hurts baddd
i know what fdrs last wrods mean
cry not
love
The more I see of the human race the better I like dogs–present company excepted.
Old King Floyd
Ole George Floyd was a hemorrhoid and a hemorrhoid was he,
He called for his pipe and his cocaine bowl,
but all he got was a knee.
Derek Chauvin now sits in the pen
For the crime of being blue.
Only time will tell how he gets to hell,
At the hand of prisoners or his screw.
Bro, Why Yo Wearing a Mask?
Cause the World Health Organization says to wear a mask! No Bro, WHO don’t say that they say “Masks should only be used by health care workers, caretakers or by people who are sick with symptoms of fever and cough.” May 28, 2020.
Cause the CDC says to wear a mask! No Bro, CDC did not say that. Prior to May 2020, they said, “that only those with Covid-19 symptoms wear masks.” After that date, they said, “Cloth face coverings fashioned from household items or made at home from common materials at low cost can be used as an additional, voluntary public health measure.” The CDC “website” does recommend wearing a mask if you go out in public, but it says explicitly to prevent others from you??? Bro, you wearin a mask to protect me from you, research worldwide says asymptomatic transmission is RARE. There is no need to protect me from you! https://www.cnbc.com/2020/06/08/asymptomatic-coronavirus-patients-arent-spreading-new-infections-who-says.html
Of course, I must point out that Dr. Deborah Birx, White House coronavirus coordinator said on May 10, 2020, that, “there is nothing from the CDC that I can trust,”
So Bro, why yo wearin a mask? Cause Nancy Pelosi says, wear one. It is called VIRTUE SIGNALING! People in charge who have no idea what to do; need ways to reassure the proletariat to keep them from rioting. Hence wear a mask and lead an army of nattering nabobs to mask shame their neighbors into compliance with virtue signaling. Just like “duck and cover” for school children during nuclear war or bussing to solve racial inequality in our schools. Ridiculous.
Older Than Dirt
See diarrhea of the pen
Im older than dirt:
Grandmother let me help run the wringer washer
Milk and soda bottles were recycled
Mom washed diapers
Sasafrass tea came in stick bundles
I was great with a push reel style lawn mower
Special hand clippers for grass trimming
My bike was motorized with playing cards and a clothes pins
Clothes pins came from the clothes pin bag on the clothes line
Towels dryed on the line and were rough as cobs
My sister and I took turns washing or drying dishes every day
Cars had no A/C
Wipers were vacuum operated
I built my first radio
Blue jeans were worn with turned up cuffs
I was taught how to kill and clean a chicken
I stood on a stool learning to cook
I made my own garden when I was 6, fed the whole family with peas, beans, carrots, squash all summer
Built my own tree house at 5 years old
Potato chips were delivered and the can recycled
Grocery bags were brown paper and recycled over and over
I covered all my school books with paper bag material
We had gas wars with prices as low as .18¢/gallon
My party line number began with AMherst
I had either a burr or a flattop haircut
Loved miniature wax coke bottles
Yes, I had a Red Rider bb gun
I had a kaleidoscope and a viewmaster
I loved greeny-stickem caps
I faithfuly watched Davey Crockett, Hoppalong Cassidy and the Howdy Doody Show
I ran a lemonade stand the summers I was 5,6,and 7
I has an iris collection envied by all our neighbors and Mom taught me flower arranging by 6 years old.
I wore Buster Brown oxford shoes and got them wet in the creek everyday.
I had so many Cub Scout arrow heads they were sewn to the tail of my shirt
If it was good weather, I was allowed to walk home the mile from school.
Curmudgeon Opinion
23 April 2020
I now believe that America has been failed by expert CV19 guidance. I want to be clear, I don’t believe it was deliberately wrong or vindictive, it was simply the product of bureauocratic incompetence. The WHO, the NIC, the CDC are just wrong! Nothing they said, forecast or recommended has been correct. The numbers dead, the numbers hospitalized, the hospital bed needs, the effect of masks, the effect of social distancing, the effectivness of chloroquine, the effectiveness of remdesivir, the dates of virus introduction, the classification of normal death causes as CV19, the ineffective intubation cure, the revelation that 2 of 3 CDC labs were contaminated with Coronavirus and all CV tests were faulty..
have all been consistently erroneous. History will record this national disaster as a overreaction to a disease much less deadly than the annual flu. We are approaching 30 million citizens unemployed, the repercussions of which will kill a hundred thousand Americans. REOPEN AMERICA
Gumbo
One of the perils of Sequestering in Place, is my pen caught diarrhea and spilled over…
Wonderful Gumbo
It occurs to me that there must be deeper reasons for the greatness of gumbo. When I eat it, it is like a mouthful of differences all rolled together to make my tungsils happy. Happy is not the right word, flabbergumpshush is better. The yellow onion and the green onion make blue onyums. The thinly sliced sausage and pan fried chicken make brownandcrispy little chunkmokies. The okra and stewed tomatoes go together like red and green for Christmas.
Still there is more to it than that. I think of my nose and the way it winkles as I chop the parsley. Stems and leaves into fine flakes. The kitchen smells like a parsley fart, a poof of pungent parsley poot. The Worchester sauce makes me think of those stinky Aunt Chovie’s fish it’s made out of. I loved Aunt Chovie but I always thought she needed a bath. There is also a bit of boredom as the onion and bell pepper are chopped for the bazillionth time. It would be undoable if I were not so persnickety about the size of the cajun trinity pieces.
The making of the roux is excellent fun, but the roux goo is the best. The careful frying of each sliced sausage piece to a golden brown, tempting the old devil burner to escape the burn. Then the roux goo finale, when the precooked and shredded chicken is browned in the sausage oil. Careful removal of the chunkmokies is required to recover the maximum roux goo. I should add that the preparation of chunkmokies is Annie and Simba’s funnerest part cause little bits of brownandcrispies frequently fall off the cutting board or from the pan during a vigorous stir.
The Dumbass Driver Song
I drive twenty under in the left hand lane,
Cause I’m a dumbass,
Just a dumbass, Yes
I’m a dumbass,
And I like for you to have to follow me.
Cause I’m a dumbass,
Just a f**king dumbass.
I don’t go on the green,
Cause I’m on my phone.
Cause I’m a dumbass,
Just a dumbass, Yes
I’m a dumbass,
And I don’t mind if you wait on me,
Cause I’m a dumbass,
Just a f**king dumbass.
You can honk your horn or flip me off,
It doesn’t bother me.
Cause I’m a dumbass,
Just a dumbass, Yes
I’m a dumbass,
I like to make you angry, and it gives a laugh to me,
Cause I’m a dumbass,
Just a f**king dumbass.
Ode to Gretchen
There once was a princess named Whitmer,
Who desired a bright baud to come laud her,
So in her budget did we gander,
A court poet and grandstander,
Here to exclaim to all landers,
in a very loud pander:
A new queen has been born a Michigander.
It mattered so tinsy little,
That her accomplishments just piddle,
as long as remembered in a wonderful diddle,
While her staff accompanies on Nero’s fiddle.
Poor ‘half’ queen “you just don’t have a clue”,
Said the President and all of his crew,
In over your head,
The people need to be led,
Unfortunately just not by you,
RESIGN is the thing you should do.