Deposit the Israelis, Jews, Zionists, whatever the fuck you wanna call ‘em, and their enablers, on a penal colony out in, or under,
the sea.
Not from the river to,
but from thirty thousand feet, above see level.
Ohh, we’re talking about voting???
On November fifth, take the bottles from an empty “fifth” of tequila, or vodka, or whiskey, make some Molotovs, and burn the polling places, and the courthouses, and the statehouses, down to the ground.
While we’re at it, evacuate the synagogues and churches, and repurpose them into shelters for homeless brothers and sisters, and their precious babies.
July 20th, 1969 was the date of birthday number three, for my single, solitary, sibling, Scotty.
I can’t really recall what we did that day.
I don’t remember any candles or cake.
But, it’s been awhile, and my memory is starting to fade.
Besides, I was just a kid myself, barely eleven.
But, I’d already figured out by that time, that I was sidin’ with Palestine.
After all, how would I like it if somebody came along and stole mine and Scotty’s home, and made us run for our lives???
I never have, or never did, much give a shit about the space race.
I was more interested in mom’s homemade chocolate cake, or knowin’ my place, so I didn’t get beat on my ass, or slapped in my face, or beat on the head, by my teacher, the preacher, or my dad.
My dad and my uncles had no good words for the Red Cross.
Said they solicited donations from moms and dads, and then SOLD the gifts to their sons, that were sent to kill and die on “the fronts”.
The boys that gave blood that wasn’t collected in bags, just spilled on the ground.
In ‘69 I was into the Beatles, and Hendrix (maybe cause I’m left handed) and Cosby (Bill not Bing).
The last dude is still hard to swallow and live down.
As my mom woulda said, “filthy pig”.
Didn’t really know shit about the bay of pigs.
But, I was only three years old at the time.
But, I started ridin’ with Palestine before 1969.
I think it was in ‘68, when I sensed something wasn’t quite right, with the Israeli idea that might makes right.
If my teacher Miss Cress was here with me, I tell her, “see I wasn’t a stupid, lazy, little boy.
You didn’t need to beat me.
Back when I was a kid I didn’t know shit about Mao or about Che.
But, now that I’m over the hill, all I can say, is piss on the Beatles, Alice Cooper, or the Animals.
>What is my overall view of 2024???
It fuckin’ sucks!!!
>And, what should be done???
Deposit the Israelis, Jews, Zionists, whatever the fuck you wanna call ‘em, and their enablers, on a penal colony out in, or under,
the sea.
Not from the river to,
but from thirty thousand feet, above see level.
Ohh, we’re talking about voting???
On November fifth, take the bottles from an empty “fifth” of tequila, or vodka, or whiskey, make some Molotovs, and burn the polling places, and the courthouses, and the statehouses, down to the ground.
While we’re at it, evacuate the synagogues and churches, and repurpose them into shelters for homeless brothers and sisters, and their precious babies.
July 20th, 1969 was the date of birthday number three, for my single, solitary, sibling, Scotty.
I can’t really recall what we did that day.
I don’t remember any candles or cake.
But, it’s been awhile, and my memory is starting to fade.
Besides, I was just a kid myself, barely eleven.
But, I’d already figured out by that time, that I was sidin’ with Palestine.
After all, how would I like it if somebody came along and stole mine and Scotty’s home, and made us run for our lives???
I never have, or never did, much give a shit about the space race.
I was more interested in mom’s homemade chocolate cake, or knowin’ my place, so I didn’t get beat on my ass, or slapped in my face, or beat on the head, by my teacher, the preacher, or my dad.
My dad and my uncles had no good words for the Red Cross.
Said they solicited donations from moms and dads, and then SOLD the gifts to their sons, that were sent to kill and die on “the fronts”.
The boys that gave blood that wasn’t collected in bags, just spilled on the ground.
In ‘69 I was into the Beatles, and Hendrix (maybe cause I’m left handed) and Cosby (Bill not Bing).
The last dude is still hard to swallow and live down.
As my mom woulda said, “filthy pig”.
Didn’t really know shit about the bay of pigs.
But, I was only three years old at the time.
But, I started ridin’ with Palestine before 1969.
I think it was in ‘68, when I sensed something wasn’t quite right, with the Israeli idea that might makes right.
If my teacher Miss Cress was here with me, I tell her, “see I wasn’t a stupid, lazy, little boy.
You didn’t need to beat me.
Back when I was a kid I didn’t know shit about Mao or about Che.
But, now that I’m over the hill, all I can say, is piss on the Beatles, Alice Cooper, or the Animals.
I prefer Gil.
Just to be completely clear, when I’m takin’ about a place to place the Israelis/Jews/Zionists, I’m not referring to an octopuses garden in the shade.