Not that anyone on Twitter should necessarily be surprised about this or that this should be considered any level of shocking “news,” much less general “news.” But it does seem worthy enough to post for posterity in an effort to document how easy it is for Twitter to prove when it comes to capitalism, and specifically how it is fully embedded with defending and protecting State power through the means of profit for select, wealthy, elite mouthpieces of the Empire, it takes great effort to both keep the mob in check while perpetuating the onslaught of capitalism and global imperialism.

Shoving mirrors into the face of proud capitalist whores is a no-no!


If you are viewing this piece based on the title I am going to assume one of four things:

1. You are one of the very few followers I have who have taken a liking to my political commentary and are intrigued by what sounds to be an outrageous title for a piece (If this is you, I hope you will still be following me by the end of this, but will feel no sense of regret to see my numbers fall).

2. You feel relieved that someone on Medium agrees with your view that the Republican Party is high…


Holly Wood shit-storming Hollywood, AKA ‘Murica

So, I’m a little embarrassed to admit that I have a bit of a fan crush on Holly Wood and I totally know the reason why: she says the things I neither have the time nor desire to speak about on the internet (if you haven’t read any of her Modern Day Harry Potter, you’re missing out), but will on occasion go all -bat shit- in. …


…hopefully.

I’m old enough to have lived through Nixon. For those of you old enough to remember what this time was like, you know that this period in time seems like light-years from today.

One of my earliest memories was me growing up on the outskirts of the hood — today this neighborhood is full blown hood. I remember one evening sitting in front of our 13” black and white, seven channel television that required you to physically get up and change the channel, with a gentle waft of meatloaf flooding through the living room. This was back in the day…


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I stopped trusting you

Back when you were First Lady

Habitual offender

Merriam-Webster could use your likeness

Simple definition of: adjective | dis·in·gen·u·ous

Margaret Thatcher would be proud

Neoliberal gnashing teeth

Post-WWII war crimes are post-9/11 blind-eyes

Intimate gallows for you and your contempt contemporary’s no more

Just us justice

I would prefer you wither within

A maximum secured concrete box

Recluse in a warrior’s arm-chair

“Before I die I want to sing the verses of my soul, Guantanamera”

What better place to find your soul?

Explain breaking glass ceilings again

Bursting rich white phallus?

Epitome

Stop worrying about the…


Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, step right up!

It takes great courage to step up to the plate and prove yourself a self-righteous fucktard-bro, and of all current fucktards, only Congress is capable of outdoing Fucktard-bro Shkreli.

Doubtful you missed it, but in case you did, after his smarmy performance in front of the House Oversight Committee, Martin Shkreli took to twitter posting:

Don’t hate the hater.

As much as I desire a massive cosmic rush of negative karma comes crushing over this little man like a tsunami, he’s completely correct.

Yes, yes, I know, I am a prognosticator of thoughts. “But he’s such an evil shit,” you’re…


Step right up to the greatest Crazy Town on earth!

Dear Un-‘Muricans,

I am writing in an effort to keep you abreast of how crazy things have become. I send this letter in great sadness, yet hopeful that our better angels will soon awaken from their mental stupor in an effort to provide reason to reemerge from the dystopian circus of lunacy that we all participate in.

This past week, the great spectacle that is the 2016 US Presidential campaign unveiled its latest flagship clown car, err . . . what I meant to say was, provided the American people, and world, another opportunity to get to know select candidates from within…

Anointed Wand

Umm…yeah. Words. And more words. Occasionally verbiage. Ultimately, ineffable, despite grand attempts.

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