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Thoughts on Mar(ri)age Equality NY Loss and New Christmas Poem December 2, 2009

Posted by frostwolftfirerose in humor, Personal Journey.
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Well, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it ag’in:  When are the Charlie Browns going to stop running at Lucy’s football?  I’m not sure how to arrive at the correct ratio of attention to the various kakistocracies (fed, state, county, municipal) vis-a-vis what we CAN change, which is really on the nabe level anyway.  And at least there, one can call the khnts out in fora that really mean something. 

When are we going to invest our energy in the things that really count, rather than diddling away our energies in tawdry beauty cuntests [sic(k)]/celebrity asshat-votes?

I didn’t really expect much, if anything, out of the dysfunctional legislature in this strange state.  It’s all in legal limbo and it’s by design, and on some level I do feel an odd gratitude for that.  Not sure why though, other than to say I always knew the kakistocracy at all levels was a “thuggerment.”  vEmpire strikes again.  Why should New Yokel State be any diff?

So.  A new Christmas Poem

Ho Ho Hozzelly Hozel Ho!  Three Years till the Dawn!

Here we are again, heading into the Solstice
whipsaw, Walmortician romance tchotchke–
“put it under the tree and stuff it” time,
when thugs demand their Jehovahsatanic
“Merry Christmas, O Grand Cunt” fiesta.

Oh, it seems the Santa Armies of Doom
ringing their antigay bells to guilt
unsuspecting lambs of their green
to line their sex-negation crusades
maraud the landscape searching for death.

Their time comes due.  The vEmpire
knows this jig is up.  The thuggerment
cronies de Godless Sacks arm up
their fangsomecunt selves, for pitch
forkers and torchadores mulifarious

line up their telescopic lenses
targeting these gatos gordisimos.
I’ve noted before the bloodfest
that is consum’orrific Decembrism
the Tannenbaum Taliban et al.

Yea, it’s Adeste Insanis, to be sure.
Hark hear the yells, beat silver hells
Lo how our foes e’er fuming
call forth visions genocide
Palins in comparison…

And sorry, folks, methinks this cloud
of mushroom fantasies ain’t close
to bursting yet.  The run up to light
galactic, transforming us all whether
we like it or not, pushes the weird up and out.

Still, acceptance starts the answer
to any question I might pose.  As thoughts
and feelings of unworthiness, despair,
energetic Nimue-rage emerge,
Let’s choose to open hearts regardless.

I look forward to snowfall and blankets
to be shoveled with loving labor.
I look forward to neighborhood
festivals that celebrate the streets
and the families I live near.

The veils have thinned since Samhain
and for the next thousand days
or so, they will only get thinner still.
Thuggerments quale before times
such as these, and to our benefit.

Let us bestow the gifts of sexual
potency upon ourselves and neighbors.
Compliment the bitter bitty ’bout
the Brown Betty brung from the oven.
Send a mash note to a doofus Mayor.

Sprinkle orgasmic blessings like flakes
upon the population, and spin dervish
delight upon the props of your choosing.
Let the love-light kundalini pull you
out of your clothes and into warmest embrace.

May we all hear some ho ho hoes with double
meanings, and continue to stir trouble
for the many pricklies dreaming rubble
for the billions outside their “happy” bubble
and laugh as they stumble, bumble, tumble, grumble.

“Merry Christmas, Bill O’Reilly” indeed.
And Happy Yuletide, Blessed Ramadan,
Orgasmic Saturnalia, Joyous Kwanzaa
Chappy Channukah, and of course
(because I’m bad) Happy Holidays!

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