There is a desk in DC town
Where Orange Shitface sits him down.
He whacks his mushroom wang,
Takes a voluminous pee and
Then he sharts himself happily.
Each new version of this gets a bit better. Needs a second verse. And title. Will gladly accept collaboration. Doggerel is more complicated than it looks.
I saw a beautiful young Social Justice Warrior carrying a sign that said Don't Let Old White Men Decide About Abortion.
It was Old White Men who fought side by side with us and helped enact Roe v. Wade. I know because I was there, wearing my black wife-beater T-shirt that said SUPER BITCH.
History is your friend. Do some research. All of us Crones will be dead soon.
"The Clergy Consultation Service on Abortion (CCS) was a group of American clergy that counseled and referred people to licensed doctors for safe abortions before the Supreme Court's decision in Roe v. Wade made abortion legal nationwide.
Starting in 1967 with 21 Protestant ministers and Jewish rabbis in New York City, the group operated out of Judson Memorial Church. It grew to incorporate chapters in thirty-eight states with some 3,000 clergy as members. By the time of the Roe v. Wade decision in 1973, it is estimated that the Clergy Consultation Service had nationally referred at least 450,000 people for safe abortions." - Wikipedia.
The SCOTUS enacted Roe v. Wade, an all-male Conservative Republican majority court. Old White Men. That decision is the white-bread Conservative biologically and socially relevant decision. Full text of Roe v. Wade:
This Old White Man was my mentor. Rest in Peace, Howard Moody.
The Rev. Howard R. Moody, the longtime minister of the historic Judson Memorial Church, who hurled himself and his Greenwich Village congregation into roiling social issues, at one point helping women from around the nation get illegal abortions, died on Wednesday in Manhattan. He was 91. Howard Moody, Minister of Judson Memorial Church, Dead at 91 — The New York Times (nytimes.com)
A heartfelt message to the current Supreme Court of the United States:
Monday, February 24, 2025
True freedom means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed.” (David Foster Wallace)
FUCK (with) synonyms: lay screw shag bang bonk score schtup #$% and some I surely missed. Pick your favorite.
When I turn on YouTube at the end of the day, When the last winds of work blues have flown, Conway and Swalwell will be
There and waiting for me. I won’t have to #$% Gym Jordan alone.
I won’t have to screw Jordan alone.
Kinzinger’s career died sins to atone.
Through the darkness, I see. He’ll still be working with me. I won’t have to schtup Gym Jordan alone.
Though the billows of lies and trouble may sweep Jared Moskowitz will care for our own Until the end of the journey The Democracy he will keep I won’t have to bang Jordan alone.
Note: The Democracy is what FDR called All Americans
I used a beautiful old Christian Hymn for rhyme scheme and meter. I know this Singer will understand and forgive me. He was a touch badly behaved once in awhile like me.
This is a living and transforming Dog. I need three more verses/chorus. I will accept assistance.
Bigotry (subheading racism) is like owning a big dog. Let us call the dog ICK.
I have no problem with ICK as long as you keep the dog at home or on a leash. It is your ICK. Play ball with it in your yard. Feed it pepperoni in the evening. Have a beer and give the mutt a pat. Enjoy.
If you take ICK out in public, keep ICK on a leash. If ICK bites me or a child or shits on the sidewalk, you make your ICK my problem. And our community's problem. Nobody likes problems. Nobody. ICK bites hurt.
I am a fan of Roland Martin and Crazy Ass White People. This is my idea of a feel good story. Jesus loves everybody. No exceptions.
Old ladies can be rabble rousing white trash. I have been known to rouse a rabble from time to time. Tell me why you rouse a rabble and I will tell you who you are. Or Roland Martin will. You go, Roland.
Kudos to this Restaurant Manager. He is an educated man who speaks two languages. He protects his business from rabble rousing trash (ugh!) in a calm effective way. He protects the peace of his patrons.
