•• "He came into town with his cock in hand, and what he did with it was illegal in 49 states." ••

Although, yes, the above does in fact sum it all up (& a good summing-up is enough), following is a slightly longer telling which I’d thought was somewhat of a summery:

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Fucked, fucked...& more fucked • Swimming in a lake of shit • Get paired up & dance

Was being…uh…facetious with my reply bout Ralph Nader: Actually America ought to look favorably at he, B, who walked tall and carried a big stirring stick into rooms dull w/acrimony on many an occasion, before becoming all crazy-eyed w/ambition below selflessness, the fortitude to try to always do the right thing skewed by smoke & mirrors , …and power-of-logic over the logic of power as a vantage wherein bold new horizons reflect the ages gone sadly out of focus.

The dancers solace • While the shore burns to ashes • & the bloggers blog

& a super-intellectual madman with a conscience in the Whitehouse would beat the piss out of some daddy’s Li’l Abner propped-up cowboy Caligula & his nob-jobsters (or a daunting middle-aged first lady organizer with presidential tendencies who desperately wants to seek Susan and get her living room setting back!), anyday.

M & B’ve hushed-up • Why the quiet, who can say? • Legion is for ….naught?

But it aint gona happen, nope. Word: looks to be Mr. O (or, abstractly, Mister G) or the highway this bloody go-around. & so be it, sisters & brothers, as we are chained to the mortgager’s turnstile with one foot hovering over the igniter & the other …in gasoline.

The pie in the sky… • Turned out to be miles too high • For the hoi polloi?

So we’ve turned inwards • Seeking solace in our ire • Towards despot pigs.

While clinging to hope • That they will all die of clap • & return our home:

The home of the free • From sea to rising seascape • And D & D songs

No, we can’t go back • To fucking it all off good • In the combat zone

Voters beware, please let us not EVER be bushwhacked again. Greatest minds, please, rise up NOW and show us how we can put the dreaded “toolbox” in far better hands this time & the next time & the next time and the next time & the next time????????? • • • •

As it should be in this rhyme which ain’t no dirt pile for moot plastic soldiers………

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The old man fly-fishing said, “Be good, as will I try.” I said okay, cheers…. Then he forded off up river with a tip of a brim and that rascal grin he had….