History is Your Friend - CONGRESS

We need the Perp Walk(s). Quisling in Pennsylvania.

Scott Perry did not get his hands dirty bear-spraying police during the J6 battle. He created part of the plan and the ideological framework for the J6 event. I live in Pennsylvania. As we say here colloquially, "His ass is mine." Politically speaking of course. Poem for Perry:

There is a Congressman Scott Perry.

Pennsylvanians must be wary. 

What he did on January 6 

Gives patriots fits. 

Another term sure would be scary. 

(Up him; down him. 

FBI and DOJ all around him?)

Samuel Langhorne Clemens, pen name Mark Twain, was called "the Father of American Literature" by William Faulkner. Twain's contempt for Congress is legendary.

I never can think of Judas Iscariot without losing my temper. To my mind Judas Iscariot was nothing but a low, mean, premature, Congressman. - "Foster's Case," New York Tribune, 10 March 1873

Robert Berkeley "Bob" Minor, alternatively known as "Fighting Bob", was a political cartoonist, a radical journalist, and, beginning in 1920, a leading member of the Communist Party USA.

"Use of the name "quisling" as term for collaborators came about upon Vidkun Quisling's 1940 coup d'état. He attempted to seize power to make Norway cease resisting the Germans. The term was introduced to English-speaking audience by British newspaper The Times." - Wikipedia

A White Rose for Remembrance

God bless all of the Folks, known and unknown, in uniform and out, who gave their lives for our Democracy. May they rest in Peace and Honor.

Sometimes the work of a photographer is so beautiful that no words can do it justice. So it is with the work of Eddie C. More of his photographs can be found here:

THE YOUNG DEAD SOLDIERS DO NOT SPEAK

Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses: who has not heard them?

They have a silence that speaks for them at night and when the clock counts.

They say: We were young. We have died. Remember us.

They say: We have done what we could but until it is finished it is not done.

They say: We have given our lives but until it is finished no one can know what our lives gave.

They say: Our deaths are not ours: they are yours, they will mean what you make them.

They say: Whether our lives and our deaths were for peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say, it is you who must say this.

We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning.

We were young, they say. We have died; remember us.

- Archibald MacLeish (1892-1982)

Yo.

Question: 

What do you think Marjorie Taylor Greene eats for breakfast?

Answer:

……dyck…dude prays she does not bite him…again…i am here every evening…tip the waiter…

Manhattan Don

Baggie of Blow in your pocket.
Lick your finger, stick it in the bag,
Stretch and reach over the Bar,
Offer your frosted finger to the Dancers.

I am not the only floozy who went SNORK
On that stubby coke-finger 

And then went home alone

And laughing at you.

You never ever got laid
Cuz the bouncers kept you
But not your coke-finger,

Far away from the pu^^y.

 
When you ran out of coke and got itchy
Off into the night you lurched

To grab rich girl pu^^y.
They had their own coke.

You say LIE! 

Pocketful of Dope.
You are fake news. 

Bad news. So You.

 - M. de Angelis.