Before I squat down and share all my blues, my sadnesses, my miseralities (I'm taking liberties) I want to apologize in advance for serious poor taste.   But the right to free expression is bastard when it gets a wild hair up it's red, white and blue ass.    I'm a tasteless fool some mornings:

I wonder how much the Pope's tumor is worth on the dark web.    

Are Pope tumors relics in the same way was a hunk of the Cross?   

How much to blood stains go for, assuming it bled out of someone more important than common Toms, Dicks and Harries?    I think body fluids are marketable.    Ask a call girl.  

Do bingo beans radiate divine energy?

Fiction: Decades In Pittsburgh (it's total bullshit)

 

Decades In Pittsburgh

Gather round.   Everyone needs to hear the story of how I acquired the Magic Pogo Stick.  I hop hop hop around on it everywhere.   The simple mechanical device has become a  part of me.  It is unique from common pogo sticks.  

I am respectful towards all spring operated amusement gadgets and feel compelled to seek special dispensations not granted common stick hopping personage.     

The pogo stick looks ordinary.    Like the one’s sold online now.   Temu sells pogo sticks, and customers have posted glowing feedback about them.   Very good steel compression springs by our trading partners in China.   I’m happy as a Pennsylvania religious snake handler during  groundhog estrus.   

I cannot speak for all pogo sticks.   My expertise is limited to models produced during the Great Depression.   Sears Roebuck sold the things out of their eponymous famous catalogs.  I owned models sold by Sears.   Hopped all over the place on those fine products.  But to my knowledge, and I respect differing accounts by other pogo hopping individuals, magic is not blown into the   tubing  at the factory like aerosol insulating foam.

I was skateboarding on a dreadfully steep incline.   Flying downward, serpentine, on my  board, thunder slammed, chariots in the sky popped wheelies, horses screaming and blowing equine snot,   A hail storm began as if stern vulgar  warnings were in progress.     Bruising hail stonies thwapped viciously on my plastic helmet.     Freezing rain poured like a trillion hateful hoses.  I lost balance and the gushing filty water carried me careening down the incline.   Seconds before an eighteen wheel truck tried to run me over the flood forced me, painfully, down a storm drain.   That was painful.  Freezing cold.   Water up to my snoot.

Choking and freezing down there, treading water to breathe, I injured a foot on the pogo stick.  Reaching to dislodge it from my…self…it leaped magically upward with a splash and bubbles. 

Sadly, the decaying corpse of the guy who used to own the Magic Pogo Stick was still clinging to it, and I had to pry his remains off of it.  But soon, the stick perked up.  We were best of friends.  Placing my feet on the part you put your feet on, the Magic Pogo stick began talking to me.  It said, “Hey Bruce, let’s get out of this filthy putrid storm drain.”

I said, “There you go, Stick, you have the right idea.”   Together, the Magic Pogo Stick and I heaved upward.  And down.  Up again, naturally, until it and I was back on Federal Street, and the sun was shining.   Osage oranges were rolling downward, bumping into things, happy as could be.   The green, inedible warty fruits mischievously cracked into fenders, headlights, chrome grills and windshields as drivers tried to avoid the osage oranges on their ways to work.   I was down one skateboard, it was lost in that disgusting putrid storm drain, that horrid hell hole, and went forward hopping.  Hop hop hopping on the Magic Pogo Stick.   And nothing too shitty has happened so far.

Yes, I could use help of an agent who is affiliated with a paying honest established mainstream book publisher.

 Yes, I want to form a writer's group, with meeting place in Pittsburgh, Pa.   Anyone want to help?

Herbal medicine: Valerian root powder doesn't care if you are a Democrat or a Republican. It treats anxiety the same.

 

It's dastardly, I tell you, dastardly.   The way Democrats and Republicans have everything in common such as eating, shitting and breathing, and in  so many more ways we all bleed and vomit similarly, and with lovely variables among us all that make us all unique and special.    

Individuals of both parties have similar interests and similar goals.   Both might want a higher paying job.   Or to be taken care of by doctors and nurses, when sick or infirm,  who don't cut their throats with a straight razor because they are poor or from a hated ethnic group.  For heaven's sake, equal care for indigent sectors of the lower middle class.   We all hope to convalesce someplace where violent terrorists can't pose as minimum wage earning blue scrub-wearing  buttwipes and kill poor sick elderly us in our farting troubled sleep.  That's an awful lot of drama.

Where did this rant come from?   Intestinal turgor?  Nerves?  Substances?  No, damn it.  The dastardly element is the Dems and GOPs might enjoy each other's goddam fucking company.  They might share info on herbal meds.  Herbal medicine is not liberal, progressive, conservative, fascist, and is not mere pseudo-science and superstition.  People derive real health benefits from herbal teas, infusions, tinctures and edibles.

Why be an asshole of the universe and treat herbalism as bolonging to one political party of the other?  Health  is one of all reasons for people to stop sustaining interpersonal rancor.  Presidential politics should never have come to voters blaming voters for the foibles of politicians, who are assholes, assholes assholes all.   Herbalism.   It knows no party affiliation.

...

Maybe I'm wrong.  Maybe people should hate, harm and misadvise each other.   Who gives a shit about well being.  Stay sick, for fuck sake.  Kidding.  Be well, dear readers.  

Aphorism: I compose aphorisms frequently, and present them on this blog. Enjoy, dear souls!

 

The best things in life are inexpensive.   A songwriting genius of eld said 'the best things in life are free,' and the old prick was right about that.  Don't cost nothing to get yer rocks off if two or more parties agree to have sex in a safe private location, no babies or animals allowed in the room, and no one is under age or is whacked out of their mind or unconscious.   Zero tolerance here for sex crime.  

...

Sex crimes against alpacas is on the rise in some parts of the United States.  There needs to be a television show in which a news personality catches people arranging sex with a dog.  With modern AI the late Walter Cronkite could report on an  underworld of animal perverts.  

...

Ferret abusers need to be jailed. Branded.   Like cattle.   They get the scarlet letter branded on their foreheads.   The scarlet letter 'F.' Ferret molester.   How could anyone do that disgusting sex act I heard about once while a guest in an East Coast youth hostel.  You can see why Hitler and Stalin hated intellectuals.   

...

in the best of circumstances people don't need protection.   Dorothea received assistance and protection from forest animals and a blond witch.   

It's better not to need the police.  People need cops, though, calling them at all hours.   All I mean is that if people lived three deep in lovely nice honest people it would get more like a free country.  Sheee-it. Evil destroys love and freedom.

...

Practical elements of religion:  Someone I knew said that she had an intense fear of death all her life, and she solved this problem by adopting faith in Jesus Christ.   Secure in the belief she will go to a better place after death, she doesn't fear it.  And perhaps looks forward to meeting Saint Peter, if he hasn't been replace with an intersectionalist, globalist progressive.   Maybe these days you have to agree with a million agendas, smiling and hoping, to be let into the all new Trump Heaven.  Bill Gates and Elon Musk will be up there, too!  If what people say is true, by Jesus...Jeffrey Epstein might be your friend and neighbor when you enter the Pearly Gates.

 

I don't usually pull this stunt, but I pasted a group of poems I posted on Craigslist Literary and Writing Forum over the last month.    But first, I need to break loud wind about what has become a sick, hostile climate for low net worth writers.    It sucks being poor, and in addition, the business of being a writer has been completely enslaved by corporations, oligarchs, elitists, Marxists and a monopolistic media establishment.  On a time line a plethora of new platforms, social media, came into existence, enable artists and writers to sell their media...and that then it all went in reverse.   It became impossible for the majority of people to make money on the internet, or anywhere else.   It's impossible to sell self published novels downtown while squatting on the sidewalk.  Please enjoy my latest poems published on Craigslist:

0% of this handle's posts in the last 31 days have been deleted.

up to 50 posts from the last 31 days for AdamPugsly:

---

--- Literary & Writing (context)
After Much Fracking < AdamPugsly > 2026-09-23 17:07 +5




holy heaven earth cracks vaginal
Mr. Balls falls eight feet down the chasm
the toxic peter pan screams for his weasel life
why you down the fracky hole
he is jeered to
by a stout
and powerful
tribeswoman
Pull me out doomed hiker screams
she says no
you in a fracky she warns
urinal cake she calls him
she squats
he winces

---

--- Literary & Writing (context)
Real Monster < AdamPugsly > 2026-09-23 13:26



he has toes like a trombone playing tree sloth
a prehensile foot abnormally long
a rope-like oscillating wang
one foot so normal you'd cry
the other tootsie a badger fourteen inches
needs two pro keds in different sizes
one gigundo
and the Balkan Prince Sparky
is built

---

--- Literary & Writing (context)
The Mean Compost < AdamPugsly > 2026-09-21 13:03 +1



a bubble in the fountain grew
it had been a likable element
narrow lapels
a fluid pale as water
like a compound can be subllme
it's the cast of a Broadway extravaganza
soap hatred formed that prismatic film
the bubble of gas
decaying matter
maybe a decaying woodchuck
spontaneous combustion
gas explosion
earth flatulence
gross natures
and I always wanted beauty

---

--- Literary & Writing (context)
She Wrongful Packer < AdamPugsly > 2026-09-17 02:52 -5



It is more than the way you load the nganga,
Wanda
it isn't the bill you receive from Hammacher Schlemmer
I am not the Johnson Smith catalog
I pack the musket with stardust
the kind that erodes from stars
witch, wrongful packer
No pyre on this quarter acre lot has Ohio sparkler nonsense
you called me an ethnic prince during that ceremony
soon that fissure cause an old lady to die
it was your poorly assembled nganga that allowed the fissure
thirty feet down that poor old lady fell, terrorized
landing to her death in a mine shaft
witch,
you are a wrongful packer of talismanic objects

---

--- Literary & Writing (context)
Witch Unpleasantness < AdamPugsly > 2026-09-17 02:39


couldn't bongo
should load the nganga with talismanic things
lite the pyre
Wanda encroaches upon voodoo
hers
mine
theirs
and with the goddam identity things up asses
you'd bongo shitty too, witch

---

--- Literary & Writing (context)
Wising Up A Little Somewhere < AdamPugsly > 2026-09-13 06:13 -10+2




Maybe I'm as vicious as anyone else, and these things are circumstantial in nature, being a sweetheart one year and a bastard the next. might say it's happening at the federal level, the ICE raids for instance. but I'm talking about interpersonal problems.

A dear friend of years back had a simple way of saying a million things. In one conversation at a diner in R.I. I said "I'm a nice guy."

He said, "You're a prick."

I liked the guy way too much to be insulted and ages forward the universal truth, people are pricks when they are, and at other times sweeties, changed from one single card in the deck to all fifty two cards. Any card in the deck can fuck you in a game of anything, and my pal knew that from hard knocks and the advice he got growing up in the Bronx. A guy could choke on too much cultural diversity.

---

--- Literary & Writing (context)
Rant < AdamPugsly > 2026-09-12 09:44 -5+5

Gather 'round, hunters, gatherers, cowpokes, jamokes and hard cases. It's time for ya'll to listen to me moan. I moan audible. Not loud. You can hear me doing it. That's what matters. What moves mind and body from material to supernatural sensations. Faith holds congress with belief in sensuality.

I moan for the death of common pool halls. I sure as fuck don't have an eight foot slate billiard table here in my own private East Buttfuck. There ain't no pool halls left open for business in this sorry miserable place not deserving of it's pompous jackass-sounding name. I'm not naming where this violent pestilential behavior is spreading gloom and collective torpor. But there's no chance of operating a pool hall in this district, and most other districts, without assholes shooting someone over a squabble.



People aren't playing pool, I'm not playing pool, and this is only one of the most far away reasons Poorly Rotating Earth is going to shit.

---

--- Literary & Writing (context)
reading with music < AdamPugsly > 2026-08-31 17:09 -5




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFcW18Suxkk

---

--- Literary & Writing (context)
Headless Man < AdamPugsly > 2026-08-31 16:26 -5+5





break a tradition with trident
pull bayonette from steel sheath
let your hernia pain you sharply
oooh-eee when a whole century
chiseled your form into Mr. Hairy Lardo
your ears beveled for irregular circling
insanely heavy and lofting with ridiculous ease
too easy talking to historic amazons
one-breasted spear fighters take your suggestions
next month
they are letting men have sex with them
the praying mantis kills males used for mating
wise bitch

 

Brains don't come  with instruction manuals.    They are fickle auto-didactic lobes and crinkles.  The cognitive spaghetti of global domination.   And rocket technology.   Data centers are being built everywhere to store the infinite guano that is human thought and all records of  all other places, moments on earth, on film, digitized, recorded, stored in a neat clean techno wasteland.   I am a great fan of the DSM 5.

Statistics have never been prettier.  Diagnostics are a breath of air after centuries of stupidity towards people sick in the head.    The capital M stands for 'manual.'   A handbook.   That's some wholesome motherfucking shit.   Handbooks are...fuck home base...handy things...useful.   The DSM 5 is an instruction manual.  

People are sick.  Not wrapped too tight.   Missing a few spokes.  That's why everyone should be mailed a free copy of the book.   Maybe do it like Welcome Wagon.  Include a sanitary wrapped thin mint, Narcan, a complimentary hundred Haldol pills and a MAGA strait jacket.  Or a pro-democrat strait jacket.  It will look nice.

Bestiality: the new perve celebrated in the media

 Bunny farts, my dear men and women who read this blog.   Asked 'what's invisible and smells like carrots,' a wise man said, "Bunny farts."  In many social strata human flatus is archly considered, likely enough when spoken of, and the more demonstrative sense manifests when  a person walks into a room and lets rip a one hundred eighty decibel ear shattering  fart.

In the 1950s all it took to create a media scandal was an appearance of a possible dalliance.  It looked like two people were fucking without a license.  Once the public tired of weak innuendos, it was necessary to get a person on film committing an abomination, any will do.  

The most recent and long running curse was pedophilia, especially friends and other affines romping on what used to be Epstein's island.   Sin city.    Long before that story broke there had been a satanic panic that gave the world the McMartin case and other famous witch hunts.  True crime shows reveled in ritual exposure and capture of perverts on the move.  Chris Hansen was a new Sherlock Holmes.   But now there's a whole new dance step:  People are being investigated and prosecuted for having sex with animals.

I hate perverts and don't associate with sex offenders.   I dislike witch hunts, too.   Maybe John and Jane Q Public should mind its own fucking business and find productive ways of plodding to oblivion.  No dog and cat molesters will ever be welcome in my private, law abiding nether world.  

I am taking solace in observing people from a safe distance.    Ecce Homo, if you don't mind me quoting a foreign phrase.    I call  it keeping farting distance away from possible antagonists, all billions of them.   A person could count on prayer beads all the bases upon which people don't care for one another.  OTOH, who's counting?

Not for nothing, Anti-Natalism must be brought to open talk in public. It's the only practical thing in Envirnmentalism.

 

Okay, here’s me again being a big fat stupid blowhard about shit that doesn’t really concern me.   I’m a lone flesh Temu appliance among Rolex watches and Maseratis.   Thank you for ambling aboard.

It’s the city’s proposed mandatory paid parental leave.   It will put people out of jobs and out of business, and will deter creation of new private small business, desperately needed here. I’ll shut the fuck up about this in a second, not my fucking business, and I respect the privacy and personal agency of people all over, many of whom want to have baby brats at the expense of society.  Soon as I finish talking about an aniti-natalist agenda I’ll shut the fuck up about the way stupid people insist on having children as the Earth drowns in human waste.     Anti-natalism is a tiny political movement at large with  an agenda to reduce populations by reducing the birthrate, voluntarily,  effectuated through education.  And it takes a healthy pile of gray matter to comprehend my point:    I believe the best and most practicable environmentalism individuals can practice is to have fewer, or no, children.    

It is my opinion that after decades of ‘reducing carbon footprints’ individuals maxed out their options for reducing damage to Earth and atmosphere.  At the same time corporations have continued contaminating Earth, air and water.   News has it the data centers will double demand for electricity.   City power grids have been at risk of overload for decades.   The ways, all many, of producing electricity can be dirty as a vagrant’s underies.   Fracking has damaged the ground and atmosphere no end.   As pollution from one source is abated, new sources come in tow with advancing technology.   

My position here is that the only thing individuals, randos, peons and commoners can do to save Earth from slow annihilation is to quit farting out ugly, stupid obnoxious and tiresome babies.  Stop having babies.   Babies are a pain in the ass. Less people, less ugliness, poverty, ignorance and disease. Are we blind to how ugly babies are? People have been aware forever of overpopulation world wide. Stop producing greedy consumers. A baby could grow up to be the next Hitler. People suck. People are in a global ethics crisis. Less is more.

Artificial Intelligence and the Power Of Positive Thinking

 

The new manic depressive disorder is called dystopian/utopian attitude problem.   It is mostly AI that is effectuating this semantic and performative change in the language of living with technology.     Happy people see that artificial intelligence will provide them all goods and services free of charge as robots do all the work, 24/7, happy as electro-mechanical pigs in shit.  

You all know me as a rollicking rowdy free spirit...who loves to play pool

 

Gather 'round, hunters, gatherers, cowpokes, jamokes and hard cases.   It's time for ya'll to listen to me moan.  I moan audible.  Not loud.   You can hear me doing it.  That's what matters.   What  moves mind and body from material to supernatural sensations.   Faith holds congress with belief in sensuality.

I moan for the death of common pool halls.   I sure as fuck don't have an eight foot slate billiard table here in my own private East Buttfuck.   There ain't no pool halls  left open for business in this sorry miserable place not deserving of it's pompous jackass-sounding name.   I'm not naming where this violent pestilential behavior  is spreading gloom and collective torpor.   But there's no chance or operating a pool hall in this district, and most other districts, without assholes shooting someone over a squabble.

People aren't playing pool, I'm not playing pool, and this  is only one of the most far away reasons Poorly Rotating Earth is going to shit.   

 

Do you hear the sound of amelioration?   I do.  It is like a Niad singing while doing the back float behind Cleo-fucking-patra's fucking barge.  I realized there is no such thing as a good politician.   The be-bop coolness of what used to be representative democracy has given way to dance club synthesizer pulse, flashing dance floor oligarchy.   Like a calypso singer, who cares?   Shoo-wop-diddly.

There is no liberal.  No conservative.  No Dems.  No GOPs.   No pathetic stupid third political party, that everyone should already know splits tickets and loses elections.   Third parties can accidentally or nefariously cause one of the two other parties to win. 

This is about acting on the basis of ethics.   Vote quietly, don't campaign too much.  Little is best.   Absent of honest happy representative government the best thing voters can do is to write to legislators and newspapers and magazines and television stations, asking they support the agendas you hope to realize.   That aside, I suggest, quietly, docile-like, radical politics of recent yesteryear appear to be sobbing in the powder room.  Quit the rough stuff, do power of the pen.

 

Sorry.  People are un-inventive twits and this is burdening progress.   With food prices astronomical no one is suggesting the government release cows, horses and pigs in urban areas like here.   And it is imperative that live stock be allowed to sink or swim in the local forests as people spear the animals for their dinners.

 Everyone should be practicing with a sport javelin, in their back yards or at the city parks, so to prepare for the real event.  Hunting and gathering.  Surely someone from CMU knows how to grow fruits and vegetables in a miserable excuse for a town, such as here?  To fill out our miserable diets, now that a  one pound bag of rice costs eighty dollars?

We should all be eating free ham.  Feral pigs!  Why not?  Free range ham, if you will.  And beef.  Horse meat, too.   Why do people assume commercial beef is better?    And the hunting and gathering will help obese hunters and gatherers shed those bulging love handles.    This is gonna' be great.   Release farm animals in city parks.  Also, we need more apes and giraffes.  I know we can swing this.  It'll bring tourists downtown to see the beasts.    

 

 

Normally no one invites friends to have an unpleasant visit.    I am talking interiors.   And personal failings.  

I am not a hoarder.  I am not unsanitary.   I’m a filthy bad house keeper, and I can’t afford to redo the interior of my house.   I’ve lived in shabby places galore since adulthood.

I accept and understand   social norms and common human needs.  

No judgment is made against people who hate the interior of my house.  They are as much as maybe half mitigated in so feeling.

I am respectful and tolerant toward  shit-eating human frailty.

Don’t visit.   You’ll hate it here.   I’m a disgusting housekeeper.  The furniture here is disgusting.  So’s the lighting.   There’s no rugs at all.  

I am a happy soul in my hovel.  I’m made for this dump.   I would like everyone to forgive me for being an awful housekeeper. Why does Jesus Christ look like Ted Nugent in the late 1970s?

I don’t invite guests here out of respect for others.  But that could be taken many ways.  Suffice no one visits here

Holy huge rat pellets, Batman! I reminded myself, like a cruel typing teacher might do, in class, and it's...it's...it's traumatic, really. Prounonce that 'really' 'rilly' It's painful...rilly. I just remembered what the antidote was for ugly interior design. Alcohol. I would walk to a bar, commence drinking, chase some skirts, maybe meet a female who wants to do the wild thing. I like doing the wild thing. Nothing queer. No rough stuff.

Alcohol was essential, and bars made it possible for bad housekeepers to socialize.

I socialized in bars, drinking holes, years ago, and yielded many interesting sex lives in many filthy apartments I rented. I'm a god-awful house keeper, I like pussy, and with enough beer and whiskey pre-existing in sex partners such as mine...their doing... not mine...bliss finds a way, with no arrests or abortions. I dated many low net worth female alcoholics. Best was having sex in a new partner's clean apartment. Naturally, dirty joints were okay, too. Proud. I'm proud of my history.

And I socialized zillions of low net worth men asexually and para-fraternally. Some of whom were gracious guests in my shabby dirty apartment full of dirty dishes and ashtrays and I don't own a vacuum. There were bars in walking distance everywhere I lived until I moved here.

The Northside is a cesspit of addiction and abuse, but there aren't any bars in walking distance, and I don't drive drunk no matter how boring it gets anywhere. So these days, I just don't receive guests. How shitty. Thanks for reading,

 

Years ago, when I was still working, I recall people collecting money, everywhere, to save whales from extinction.  Dripping reasons why the  Marxist concept of history is working magic, allow me to relate  theory to Herman Melville’s novel, Moby Dick.      

Marxists apply the concept of history to explain how capitalists are always wrong and communists are always correct.   Mother Russia was  like Gorgeous George in drag.    Stalin was a peach of a guy.   Chairman Mao, too.   They all cared deeply about the Rainbow.  

 Marxists prefer not to go there, in a discussion.   Their concept of history places them, folks walking about among us all,  on  the correct side of all moments, happenings and events since Genesis.   They were on the appropriate side of all wars, world over, and were correct about the Central American Sandinista/Contra conflict of the ‘80s irrespective of what actually happened.  .  They despise whale hunters historically, and feel even worse thoughts about modern Republicans.   Allow me to slide in Melville’s book about the great white whale.   

 To some voters and politicians, anyone who voted for Trump is a dreadful person.    Not fair or logical, but it’s possible to presume all people who voted for Trump have forebears,  distant great-great uncle fascists, who speared whales for a living.  LIke  Captain Ahab.  Gregory Peck, in the film.  In this way, the Marxist way, everyone who voted for Trump harpooned Moby Dick.   Captain Ahab got what he deserved, and that would have been an awful way to go, roped to an injured great white whale.  

In Marxist thought, history proves that communism is  inevitable, humane and scientific.  Capitalists, and Republicans, side with fascists to get and stay rich.   For the trillionth time, Republicans are responsible for all  loss of life and hardship.    Stalin was no big deal.  Let me tell you about the whales.

   People who vote GOP are worse than Captain Ahab.  And people to the left of center, all happy zilliion of them,  are as lovely and temperate as a summer’s day.     Best yet, it is impossible for Marxists to be wrong about Moby Dick.  

Republicans, all of them,  harpoon whales.     Democrats rescue whales just like  Moby Dick from  slow gruesome nautical demise.        Marx was nice to Moby.

A little narcissism won't hurt

 

Being a prick is a full time job.   A cynic, let's say.   People love generous productive people who make them feel good about themselves. In a sickening social appeal this could mean common crummy people gain from ambient well being shared with them.  Bad people can be fun.

By contrast, too many sick assholes of the universe impose their unpleasantness on others, and detract from collective happiness.    People I know too well spread gloom.  The purpose in 'splaining this is a cynic can be harmless, possibly didactic.  Unless the individual is a complete asshole.  

It has been, for me, hard to grasp that people are good for one another, in the main.   If the only author a person read, while isolated from polite society,  was William S Burroughs, and the jerk studied exhaustively, the poor asshole might have a raft of problems socializing among people who live and breathe Winnie the Poo and Alice in Wonderland. 

Rolling the gurney back to start position, a person might isolate deliberately, aware of being toxic to other people.  Persons I've associated with were  more likely to express to other people their negative opinions and irrational, hateful demands than to provide therapeutic emotional support.   They always need the cooperation of people to whom they feel superior, if only everyone was smart enough to appreciate whatever nonsense the finest of imaginary people believe and practice, by way of their obligation to the ugly american.   

Surely people exist silently aware of  great and perfect humans who didn't amount to much and deserve fame and fortune.  If so, they need to get the lead out of their ass.  Help.  I'm going nuts here.   

 I feel like a complete idiot, and a lucky bastard, both at once, like the angel of crippling ambivalence flung pancake batter on my Nehru jacket.  It's the kind of good luck that keeps life slightly toxic.   

 I stupidly mail ordered a purported 8 terabyte external hard drive, offered from GiantStupidProducts  at a stupid low price.   Only a stupid, stupid fool would trust that simpering gaseous pipe dream.

Great mail service.   I got the thing in two days, took the risk, right out of the box.  Plugging it into the only desk top computer I have left, the precious few video and audio programs I use free of charge, and bazillion of photos, videos and text work could all eat shit for eternity if the device contains malware.    The defective hard drive appeared to be letting me copy terabytes of files and folders.  Elated stupid me till I checked results and the drive was defective in the same way other super-cheap storage devices have been.   I am a stupid slow learner.  I must 'splain.

Me, low net worth.  Very low.  I always risk misery such as I just had by buying items running at insane low prices.  It works well sometimes.  I've done well buying bargain musical equipment and jewelry.  The hard drive posed serious risk of damage to equipment, but luckily the only problem was it doesn't work.  It did no damage to the computer, so I'm happy about that.  Better, the seller will refund my money without my having to return the item.  I was fearful if I sent the hard drive back I could be vulnerable to cyber crime.  I have no way of knowing what info may have transferred from my computer to the shitty item.   Bastards could steal my identity, if they are that fucking desperate.

There's nothing illegal on my computers, but hackers hack into computers how ever they do and steal intellectual properties.  I'd rather they not grope the hard drive.  I'm sharing I still feel like a moron for buying the hard drive.  It wasted a load of time.

 Heavens to Betsy, for some reason I feel like my thighs got a million times flabbier when I pontificate on the meaning of words and phrases, in this instance, 'attractive nuisance.'   I'll get less attractive, physically, yet, when I get to 'hostile and discriminatory environment.'

Insurance professionals gave the world 'attractive nuisances.'   Home and business owners are liable for harm people incur by their own stupidity and disrespect for others.   People who owned swimming pools were sued because people went swimming without permission, and drowned.   Rather than opine, or command,  for instance, adults and children have no right to trespass, and are expected to use judgment of normal people, it is on the owner of the pool to install fences and other appurtenances to protect stupid people from their negligent, disrespectful selves.   Invaders could have the sense to bring their own life preservers, but  home owners can be sued for not providing them.   People who need them are unfit to make decisions that affect other people.   Back to square one, people are sued for things people do to themselves without permission based on the reasoning that swimming pools are an attractive nuisance. 

Fast review:  Homeowners know people can drown in their swimming pool, and that children and adults are likely to trespass and drown.   Meaning no tall fence and warning signs, no Klieg lights, no security staff, no pontoon boat to extract indigent families who invade your pool and are drowning, if you are negligent in not providing everything conceived by man or God,   Your pool is an attractive nuisance, and you must obey.  Now to bring more shit into the great stone soup of philosophy.

I've noticed over the years that people create attractive nuisances by bringing outside agendas into schools, libraries   This example is sick as fuck, sorry, but programs intended to help people addicted to drugs can have the effect of attracting drug dealers.   Dealing precipitates anyplace addicts meet, rehab facilities included.   Sorry again for bringing it up, but any institution that serves kids can attract sick disgusting perverts.  Again, the concept of attractive nuisance pops up.   

This blog entry happened after reading something in a newspaper opinion section.  It had to do with signage and other media supporting the Rainbow and Inclusivity, DEI, other common identarian  political movements.  There are many sides to the arguments for and against gender and race politics in public institutions.   I have noticed what I considered to be hostile environments, and as well as complex of attractive nuisances on college campuses.  Agendas for or against Israel constitute both nasties, hostile leaning environments and the nuisance, in this case, violence and malice.   Any protest activity on a campus is likely to endanger people.   Sad to interject that any agenda could be inherently malicious, fraudulent, or criminal.  Marxist agendas are hostile in more ways than can be wunked out here.   Peace.

 Dearest friendly residents of where ever, I'll talk blithely about where I'm at...no place anyone should shit or celebrate over...but, not right here and not me, seen through powerful comic-book binoculars, Temu equipment all over this dump I gracefully inhabit,  far fucking a-ways out there...   there is a land inhabited by badly proportioned people who are born and live laughably sterile.  Speak of wet hairy conundrums.   The people, residents of a hillside district called Beagle Puke, exist by spontaneous generation.

People are such goofballs.   Centuries ago people believed rats and flies come into existence by spontaneous generation.   Germ spreading pests  would appear by magic around garbage piles.   No one in the old days went to much trouble to realize rats and flies fuck same as ugly, stupid people who observe everything, to the realization of bullshit.   Misanthropy is a byproduct of meeting people.    Rats have sex and produce infant rats, not unlike people everywhere.   Sadly similar. 

The story I am working on, in serial mixed media form is called 'Beagle Puke.'   it is about the daily life of hillside dwellers.   Hope you love it as dearly as I like doing this.    Let's discuss anti-natalism.

The philosophy has  been around, in extreme minority, for sure in enlightened Europe and Scandinavia, and the slouching dim  US.  It states that the world is over populated and at risk of all catastrophes natural and man made.   Anti-natalists bruit people should stop having babies.   It is probably the most humane and effective approach to environmentalism, to allow the Earth to clean itself as less people are around to pollute and destroy our fair Planet.  Fewer people competing for fuck knows everything from real estate to food and  gas guzzling cars is the best hope of improving the psycho-social hell daily lives have become.   Years ago everyone blamed Capitalism for all evil, but over-population is pernicious independent of standards, practice and the college economics taught to stupid people in schools.  No subject of study can stop people from being pieces of shit.    Now more of my story about Beagle Puke.

It was prehistoric times, obviously I wasn't fucking there and this is a load of conjecture, but there lived a dog, size of a brontosaurus.   How the fuck do I know how it came into existence?  Noah's Ark is a hokey fable, and modern scientists quit talking to people like me decades ago.   Fuck them.   There was a giant beagle year holy-fuck-whenever, and it drank shitty stagnant water, got sick as fuck, and vomited.  An ocean.  The giant beagle puked an ocean of viscous doggie barf down the hillside safe miles from here, seen through Temu big optics, the telescope.   Not once did I see residents of Beagle Puke fucking.  Not that I want to.  I'm an observer.  No perverts in this biosphere.  

 They reproduce by spontaneous generation.   People living on a hillside made of petrified dog vomit is perfectly normal.  Homely ignorant people live as happily as my telescope allows me to watch.   They don't fuck.  They come to life by magic.  What the fuck is wrong with that?

 

City leaders here are proposing, and may succeed in enforcing mandatory 18 week paid parental leave from employment.   I did the math.  Eighteen weeks is one third of one year.   Small business owners will be forced to pay moms and the workers needed to replace them during their leaves.  In the case of public utility companies, they will pass the increased labor cost to home owners and everyone else, higher utility costs.

Water will cost more.   Gas and electric power, too.   Property taxes will increase to pay for parental leave.  But I want to clock the shittiest point of all:   There is no proof of competence or character on the part of parents granted eighteen weeks paid leave.   What if parents are drug addled spouse/child abusing alkies?   They get more free time to gamble at the Casino, or online.

What if parents are patently stupid or sick,  and their kids would be set better examples in  a day care?    I contend it is unsafe to assume parents are safe to be with.   No one is discussing the character of parents.  

It's a shithole out in the real world.  Fuck me for bringing this shit up.  Kids are exposed to horrible people and shithole home environments.  Have you heard the lyrics to mainstream music these days? 

 Not only will the paid leave mandate destroy what's left of the local economy, it will pay shitty people to produce more people like themselves.  At worst the plan will pay people to produce gangsters and inmates.   

Yes, I'm a prick for bringing this up.   I'm producing the crap like Charles Fucking Dickens.   Thanks for reading.

addenda:   In the worst case senarios parents will get eighteen week paid leave to drink, do drugs and gamble.  It could mean more time to incubate an addiction to drugs or other vice.   Some people are sadistic child abusers.  They will be eligible for  paid leave.  More time to inflict harm and endangerment.

Costs of food, housing, transportation and fuck knows what else are going up.   Literacy has been atrocious in Pittsburgh forever.  All the more since leadership imposed its will on the school system.  If parents are illiterate and incompetent, it might rub off on kids. 

 What fun cigarettes were back in the day.   People looked forward their next one.  "Time to pound another nail," people would say, coughing, leaning  back from their desk, in the 1960s,  lighting one up.   

People were still allowed to do it, with their big expensive designer ash trays on their desk like dirty cut glass sculptures.   At the time a full ash tray, piled a foot high with ciggy butts, was a sign of a strong work ethic.  Cigarettes helped sweating office bulwarks, all of whom played sports in high school, to focus on corporate objectives.  In those days people had heart attacks at work and people respected them for choosing a name brand, rather than some cheap inferior tobacco  that lazy winos had to subsist on.

People had standards back  then.   Honor.  Health bushido.    None of that pussy cop-out routine.  No blame game.  Rugged individuals smoked cartons of cigs per day.   And puffed off when their number came up.  

Now only poor people smoke cigarettes, and everyone acts like a pussy over anything health related.   When the middle class snivels, everyone lobbies congress for health care reform.  I think there would be fewer mass homicides all over the US is everyone got free cigarettes in the mail, want 'em or not.   Call it a precaution.   

Maybe people have it all wrong about the epidemic of violence that is  permeating our daily lives  Maybe the Planet Earth is in a collective nicotine fit.   The world needs a  Camel Straight.  

Back in the day we called it 'pounding a nail in the coffin.'  It sure felt good doing it.   Go figure there was much less gun violence back then.  I am certain universal free cigs will help keep the peace now.

 

I admit this is shitty hash to sling, but I must needs to comment about tax exempt arts organizations.  In Pittsburgh and elsewhere these organizations, and the people that comprise them, have created a social class of professional mourners.  And professional victims.  

People who are victims of oppression are more talented in all areas of the arts and sciences, per popular modern myth of the persecuted intellectual.   Through history there have been Easter baskets full of martyrs.   And professional mourners, people paid to show up at funerals, dressed like grim fashion models.   

Arts organizations arrange events that mitigate 501c3 status, while soliciting donorship and public revenue.  All the while, nonprofit executives draw handsome salaries and bonuses.   A short list of victims become wards of the establishment.  People jailed or otherwise mistreated elsewhere in the world, or here in the dangerous, callous US.   Someone has to pretend to care.  Why not make money caring about professional victims?   The system is economic genius, even if it renders the arts invalid.   Racketeering can have the effect of invalidating almost anything.   It's a racket.

Mission Statement: I am a terminal art major

 

There are artists and also there are terminal art majors.  I'm the latter.   No W2 forms from selling art objects, I am not some stupid, nauseating dilettante .    

Dilettantes are NFG.  Histrionic pains in ass.  Those individuals are shit, shit, shit.  Terminal art majors do their things till death parts busy beavers from their exploits.   We give a big fat fuck, for real, honest, heartfelt, about validity.   

Dilettantes don't give a flying fuck about that crap.  And substantive crap, it is.

By the fucking way, I took the photograph, above, and all photos used on blogs and other social media. My bullshit, poems, fiction, youtube videos, and photographs can be found on  the internet.  Seek, and yee shall groove on my many creative exploits.  Peace.

Limerick: A Sad Banker

 Limerick: A Sad Banker 

described as otiose
histrionic and lachrymose
the pecker from Yale
currently in jail
formerly suave, now gross

I wrote the dirty limerick, below, and am fucking proud:

 

Back from her date in a sable

A silastic dummy named Mable

Said “I model fur coats"

On a diet of  oats

Also milk  of Clark Gable

 

Who ever you are, I've always told strangers what crap is playing Yahtzee in my head.   I feel as if I'm having sex with Blanch DuBois from the play Streetcar Named Desire.    The criminal charges against James Fucking Comey are damned interesting on a shitload of levels.

The supposed crime, publicizing numbers made of sea shells, like a little girl with sand bucket and creepy tin shovel.    Trump says it is a threat  made by the former FBI director, to put a pic on his web site of the numbers, in sea shells, like Little Miss Muffet,  numbers supposedly signifying with the number 86 that harm is intended, and the 47 part indicates Trump.  That's the basis for the criminal charge, or it's some of it.  

I like to roll handfuls of dice and make up bullshit about what the dots mean.   

Off the top this could appear to be egregious on the part of Trump.   The sea shells in sand on a beach could be a harmless expression of disdain for the president.   And, Trump may have a reason to go zero tolerance on Comey because Comey is expected to have better than average judgment, even when retired. 

 He holds top secret info, has worked with people capable of legal and criminal violence.   Capricious or impulsive behavior on the part of a retired FBI director could be construed to be extremely dangerous.  And undignified.   What kind of people code messages in sea shells?   Fairy maidens and former FBI directors with possible serious character problems.   No matter what the creep intended, there is reason to take action against dangerous jerks.  People who don't support Trump, and people who do, could agree like Welcome Wagon in Western Valhalla on one thing...no one needs goofy people in the top slot of the FBI.

 Two weird-ass peas in a pod:   Christianity and statutes of limitation.   Me, I'm not the forgiving kind,  this is blather, but since we're jamming...  Jeffrey Epstein.   What a shitty topic of discussion.   I know everyone is about to puke about the Epstein files, which many people are accused of sandbagging, holy jesus, to protect the guilty.   The two campers, one spiritual (e.g. Jesus), the other secular (adjudication), among the vast shitload of whats and wherefores, exist in the first place to enable everyone good, bad or indifferent to go forward with their shitty, shit eating little lousy lives.   The statute of limitations for some civil rights violations is two years, but there are other stories on that.   Could be five years for burglary or other felonious bullshit.  Depends what you steal.  

I'm gonna' bing forward here in suggesting maybe everyone should forget the Epstein affair, and maybe admit that it could be impossible to prosecute the scumbags Epstein showed a good time.  Resources could be redirected to finding and prosecuting other creeps and perverts.   I think, after a time frame expires, it's a waste to continue chasing larks and herrings while kingfish continue to rule in secrecy.  Everyone is focused on Epstein while ignoring the gestalt of global pervert creeps and assholes of the universe

.    In other words, catch creeps who are doing it now.  Don't waste time and money chasing old crimes.  Go after the big bastards who are active now, and who can be caught and prosecuted.  Epstein' dead, his cronies who may have gotten away with sex crimes, let's hope they shit them selves in terror.  If so, I'm glad.  Logically, is does the rest of humanity no good to remain angry with Jeffrey, Ghislane, Bills Gates and Clinton, Alans Dershowitz and Woody.  This essay is going to shit as I compose it.  Fuck.  

Make like Jesus, and forgive assholes (sinners) much as you might want other nice people to do for you, like cut your poor miserable ass a break.  You probably did shitty things.  But I wouldn't know about that, in specifics.  I don't know what shit you pulled in the past.  Why dwell on ugly sad crapola?   Be blissful.  

A statute of limitation means people can quit looking over their shoulder after they did some chickenshit illegal thing.  Authorities have a specified, finite time frames in which to play Dick Tracy, catch the prick, and throw his/her ass in prison, where assholes fucking belong.  And John Q Public can just as well choose a jig saw puzzle and some drugs.  Don't think about shit that no longer matters.

 Let's think, friends.  Let's think about how the No Kings protest could be all wrong.  What if a monarchy beats holy fuck out of the current American two party fuck up?  It can.  It's less confusing.  People comply with the king, and that includes being civil towards fellow peons like your penniless, slavish self.  Let me explain why you might like it.

There existed a kingdom somewhere near Romania.   It was a cheesy regional kingdom, that's why no one heard of it.    My people hail from that shithole that will someday be thanked for its good sense in disbanding.   It had a good run. Our King Bongfarts was humane, tolerant and open to new ideas.  Everything was great.  Anyone, sane or nuts, smart or a shithead, was allowed to walk right up to King Bongfarts and suggest to him ways to make life better.  Bongfarts listened, and life became so unbearably enjoyable, so insufferably utopian, that no one noticed a certain miserable sad MF.   Out of sheer envy, that jerk hurt King Bongfarts, and soon the region devolved into a democracy.  Now it sucks.  The end.

As long as everyone is in a comparable, equivalent  different-but-similar emotional free fall it's a groovy-ass time to pose a question or two.  About the recent 'No Kings' protest.   How the fuck does everyone know that choosing a king, and complying with the asshole religiously, isn't the most beneficial thing that could happen,  with all the light/years and galaxies above and around farting in hope right now?

The American two party system isn't working too goddam well.    Animosity among common chicken-minded voters, Dem and GOP, has reached such a toxic level that neither party can function its peachiest. 

Dems have had only one strategy since 2016, to oppose Trump and everything he does.  Understandable, but Dems haven't presented alternatives, or built the economy independent of the GOP, which, if there are libertarians out there, is said to be cool about democracies:  people can be productive independent of the president and congress.   In a free market economy.  It is the Dems that demand the federal government provide for them.  

A kingdom might be simpler.   Think how that can stream line an agenda.   Or how it can secure a supply line of food, H20 and common consumer goods that we all eat, shit and wash our clothing and ass in.

Whatever this shit sounds like, I am a progressive libertarian.   What did the No Kings protest do for women?  For feminists.  Nobody said word one about women's reproductive freedoms, some of which were lost to the Supreme Court.  The Roe v Wade reversal.   Did the No Kings protest restore those freedoms? No.  The health care systems sucks assholes.  Did No Kings demand anything, specific, from Trump?  No.  No one said,  "Hey Trump, I demand socialized health care in the European model, not the stupid, criminal chickenshit model the Dems produced way back when, but let's not talk about that.  The No Kings protest did nothing to secure health care for everyone in the US.  Maybe we need to hire a king to get that achieved.

Who gives a flying fuck?  President: asshole.   Politburo:  assholes.  Congress: assholes.   Let's hire a king, and treat the jerk like one.  Just for the fuck of it.  Thanks for reading.