dear pres o sidio

the presidio. sometimes do you
feel as if this is what becomes you?
fortified coastal barracks
waving goodbye to the goodbuy privateers
goodby haliburtin goodbuy enron ron da en ron ron.

it's all falling apart on your watch
and the stinking financial markets are as greedy
as they ever were. can we just talk some serious
al quaida jail times for the wizards of wall street
for once/ for
once?


upon a time there were wolves in our midst
who promised us gold if we let then in our henhouse.
so we opened the door and they said let us take
these eggs for safekeeping and each of gave these
eggs to the wolves, because they were so strong
let us protect your investments they said
so we did. later they came back and told us
they didnt know what happened to the eggs
but their bellies were fat,like limousines,
their coats glossy as private jets,piggy bank
eyes, sated and lolling. so we killed some
of them and put the others in a pen
then gave them their brethren for dinner. later
we crossed them with the dogs we bred for sledding
still feeding them each other, and still later
we took them to our enemy's camps and let them lose.
every think has its use.


so what do you do with the wolves here, now/?
i think you could make the right decision
but you have to stop caving to the enemy. what they're doing
is not going to help. change. the promise. remember change.
let's get a new contract with america. talk about insuring
not being the job of employers but of community.
how america is a community, give us numbers
and statistics, the real ones, that point out how much
we spend per capita for health care, with public dollars
right now. the futility of maintaining health
in a viral body. time for the emetic. time for
this trading on the margin to cease.


i dunno, frankly, herr general, how you are
going to mobilise the thinkers. it's
imperitave for you to retrain the mobile.
where's a cool propoganda machine when you need it?



















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looks like pepsi. gawd michelle
can't you do something with him?

if i'd have known, for certain, for absolute
certain, i would never have believed.

























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it's just, hope. ya know?
like evolution might take hold
and produce not metrosexuals so much as
thinking, non violent males. however challange
is simply the core of being. sadly, it's not
limited to the male, tho it seems to be
less a point of honor in most females.


tho my apple pie is the best at the fair this year.


smirk at self.

sas.

smirk at satisfied self.
sass.



smack asshole selfrighteous self yo
sassy


























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honestly b, i thought you were da man
i thought you might not cave to the masters
but it's tuff to keep the peeps mobilized
and then the way they keep you from
the zeitgeist thru insulation, pink
thick lips of it, licorice tinted limo
windows, the waves of power troll
thru the a/c on the drive from your mansion
to the ...where ever it is people gather
on sundays or other religious holidays.


you know, the little peeps who put you there.

come on. instead of playing ball, call their bluff.
oh, it takes credit? well i can print money
with the best of them. i know i know
i'm being simplistic. only certain cretins
will play this particular game
and if we take away their ball there's likely
to be some kind of scuttle in the hood
all fulla drive bys and let them sort it outs.

well. i dunno. tough call. can't you just
grab their balls and say you get behind me
or i'll let them lynch you.

plenty of smart peeps on the inside. plenny of frictions
for the machine...