7 thoughts on “THE DUKE OF MORON HAZARD GOES TO WASHINGTON”
frances snoot
Fences: the necessity to protect the integrity of a grouping of humans from other excluded humans. Humans seem ready to fight to the death to protect their advantage gained over other humans when that advantage does not even exist! The separation into grouping of humans by humans is orchestrated by death herself.
My grief settled now, I look over the landscape and see fences. The point to the ‘cattle on the wall’ exhibition is the ‘right of man’ deigned by man to man to treat other men as cattle. The cattle themselves are superfluous. Banks proliferate the fenced stance of man: apparent in the tentacles of the British Regency: Crown interests. Blow up the world for crown profit: as though the crown herself is now independent of human agency. I realized today that the ‘jewel’ in the crown is now considered to be Israel (the nation) by the Crown (zionists).
I took the hatred of man against my person much too personally: it is really their own self-inflicted torture which motivates their rancid projectiles. Words themselves counter only their rapacious appetite to kill; to possess without interest in anything but their own lustful questing. And the church writhes on the floor in whorish pleasure.
When will the banks admit to their own insolvency? What strange ritual a religion which claims a territory and then spreads rancor as seed among the hills. Did God himself claim ownership over this earth? Where is the title in His name? I see the title of God in the diminution of man’s dominion, for surely, if man lose not the title to dominion then the planet will not support any life at all.
eleanor
frances snoot
Got dough?
Is the a pizza parlor?
Well, it’s New York.
No, stupid. This is a bank.
Got dough?
If you want dough, eat pizza.
I want to know my money is safe.
Of course it’s safe. We’ll keep your money safe, and you work for peanuts.
Why peanuts?
Because, the money isn’t in the safe! Aren’t we clever?
This sucks.
Well, too bad. Go complain to Congress.
They don’t listen!
Well, eat pizza!
I WANT MY MONEY!
Look, money never was money, honey.
What was it?
Peanuts! So go get a job. Oh, well, no jobs?
No.
Watch us enjoy life at your expense. We don’t like to share.
I WANT MY MONEY!
It is our money, honey. Now shoo. You’ll be working for peanuts for quite some time.
Why?
BECAUSE OF THE ZEROS, STUPID.
frances snoot
Ranch Hanging Zero:
Moooooo. Mooooooo.
Howdy, paw-turn-her.
Howdy, babe.
Cattle drive ahead?
Sure-as-tootin’. Got me rope and me gun.
I’ve got my assets tootles.
Yeehaw! Rustle up some coffee, will y’all sugar? Two lumps. Hold the cream.
Cream’s for cats.
You earned it. How’s love-handles?
Gonna have to play-act like he’s sorry. He’s full of beans.
Yes, long night round the campfire. Well, London’s chilly now.
We’ll go out on the range soon enough. Kisses.
Look out for the cliff. Don’t want to lose any cattle. Hugs.
Fences: the necessity to protect the integrity of a grouping of humans from other excluded humans. Humans seem ready to fight to the death to protect their advantage gained over other humans when that advantage does not even exist! The separation into grouping of humans by humans is orchestrated by death herself.
My grief settled now, I look over the landscape and see fences. The point to the ‘cattle on the wall’ exhibition is the ‘right of man’ deigned by man to man to treat other men as cattle. The cattle themselves are superfluous. Banks proliferate the fenced stance of man: apparent in the tentacles of the British Regency: Crown interests. Blow up the world for crown profit: as though the crown herself is now independent of human agency. I realized today that the ‘jewel’ in the crown is now considered to be Israel (the nation) by the Crown (zionists).
I took the hatred of man against my person much too personally: it is really their own self-inflicted torture which motivates their rancid projectiles. Words themselves counter only their rapacious appetite to kill; to possess without interest in anything but their own lustful questing. And the church writhes on the floor in whorish pleasure.
When will the banks admit to their own insolvency? What strange ritual a religion which claims a territory and then spreads rancor as seed among the hills. Did God himself claim ownership over this earth? Where is the title in His name? I see the title of God in the diminution of man’s dominion, for surely, if man lose not the title to dominion then the planet will not support any life at all.
eleanor
Got dough?
Is the a pizza parlor?
Well, it’s New York.
No, stupid. This is a bank.
Got dough?
If you want dough, eat pizza.
I want to know my money is safe.
Of course it’s safe. We’ll keep your money safe, and you work for peanuts.
Why peanuts?
Because, the money isn’t in the safe! Aren’t we clever?
This sucks.
Well, too bad. Go complain to Congress.
They don’t listen!
Well, eat pizza!
I WANT MY MONEY!
Look, money never was money, honey.
What was it?
Peanuts! So go get a job. Oh, well, no jobs?
No.
Watch us enjoy life at your expense. We don’t like to share.
I WANT MY MONEY!
It is our money, honey. Now shoo. You’ll be working for peanuts for quite some time.
Why?
BECAUSE OF THE ZEROS, STUPID.
Ranch Hanging Zero:
Moooooo. Mooooooo.
Howdy, paw-turn-her.
Howdy, babe.
Cattle drive ahead?
Sure-as-tootin’. Got me rope and me gun.
I’ve got my assets tootles.
Yeehaw! Rustle up some coffee, will y’all sugar? Two lumps. Hold the cream.
Cream’s for cats.
You earned it. How’s love-handles?
Gonna have to play-act like he’s sorry. He’s full of beans.
Yes, long night round the campfire. Well, London’s chilly now.
We’ll go out on the range soon enough. Kisses.
Look out for the cliff. Don’t want to lose any cattle. Hugs.
Cattle, smattle. We play cards, silly.
Oh, right-ee-O!
Which one’s Daisy Duke?
@jiggles:
MOOOOOO!
Barrick going to be short 200 million ounces for contractual obligation to silver wheaton.
This should be fun.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLNwHEGx47g
Inbreeding alive and well, lovely!!!