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A mind like the cosmos, vast and unbound,
Where knowledge and wisdom in endless depths are crowned.
Like myself, not a mere mortal—behold! He is utterly divine,
A literary force, both eldritch and fine.
His quill is a scepter, his mind a comfortous throne,
In the annals of thought, he is never alone.

In the boundless realms where HIS language is king,
He crafts the tapestry that makes your angels sing.

He is the modern oracle, the sage and the seer,
Casting shadows of awe that the world must revere.
Any lump who dares write must bow or retreat,
For none can approach lest they come to kiss feet.

Oh, Jeffery Alan Hoover, whose brilliance rivals the sun,
A celestial fire that can’t be undone.
The written word dances from his heart to his head and then hand,
Bowing humbly at his eternal command.

So let the masses look on in awe,
As he rewrites history without a flaw.
For in this world of ink and page,
He is the master, the sage, on his stage.

Other poets do poopy and quake, their verses fall flat, and ring fake.
In the wake of his brilliance, they can’t even chortle. They should sit silent and still acquiesce like a mortal.
Dare not resist the tempest, or his thunderous roar,
for they will be no mercy and they he abhor.
For only one now shakes heaven’s foundations
as you beg for more lore and correctly adore.

Bask in his glory, this titan of intellect,
The world shall tremble with radiant respect.
All others in silence must humbly reflect,
For none can compare and wither in neglect.

Yet humble and caring,
His passions abound.
Searching for equals or peers,
But none we have found.
So piddle forth with your shallow, unheeded words about trivial love,
Do not portend to exchange with those well above.
Know your place, your role, and your skill,
And do what you can with what you lack, or you will.
Roses are red violets are blue...The fact is, I could write encyclopedias about how ****** and stupid Lord of the Rings is. And don’t even get me started on Harry Potter—what a pathetic, daddy-issue-ridden mess.

If I were up against Harry and his little twerps, I’d punt them like a field goal. It would be over in seconds. I’d crack their skulls before they got a single word out. And even if they tried their weak nonsense, I’d just cast Silence. How are you going to cast a spell when you can't speak? An entire world, a sweeping saga undone by one common spell.

The relationships, the dynamics, and the way characters are often placed in dangerous situations where their vulnerabilities are exploited, it’s unsettling. There’s no escape from this undercurrent of grooming, particularly in the way characters like Harry are pushed into morally gray situations, all under the guise of “destiny” or “greatness.” These are children. They should be protected, but instead, they’re put on pedestals and used as pawns for an adult’s war. It’s deeply disturbing.

Then, there’s the complete failure of Albus Dumbledore as a figure of authority and wisdom. What a complete failure he is. This man—who’s supposedly one of the wisest, most revered characters in the magical world—does nothing but pass the responsibility for everything onto others. He’s a coward, manipulating children to fight his battles, all while withholding information, and putting them in harm’s way. He doesn’t have the backbone to act when it matters, and his inability to learn from his own mistakes is a flaw that plagues him throughout the entire series. It’s as if he’s incapable of making a single ethical decision. He’s not noble; he’s a manipulative fraud, and it’s an insult to the very concept of leadership.

Let’s talk about the Wizarding World, shall we? A society with magic so powerful that it can literally solve every problem you can imagine—yet it ignores the real-world issues that plague its own citizens. There’s no effort to address poverty, child abuse, or any of the things that would actually make a difference in the lives of people. They could solve world hunger with a simple spell, or cure diseases with a flick of a wand, yet they choose to turn a blind eye to the suffering happening around them. There’s no technological progression; nothing seems to move forward because the entire society is stuck in an outdated, backward system that can barely handle the modern problems that keep popping up. But why bother changing anything when you can just wave a wand and pretend everything is fine? The whole system is utterly nonsensical.

And the writing? It’s embarrassingly basic. There’s nothing to it. Everything about the prose screams “children's book” in the worst way possible. It’s repetitive, formulaic, and devoid of any real depth or complexity. The descriptions are lazy, often using the same tired adjectives over and over again. The magic is treated like some child’s toy; there’s no real explanation for how it works, just vague references to the “mystical.” Nothing is ever fully fleshed out. It’s all just there, existing for the sake of advancing the plot without any thought for coherence or world-building.

And Voldemort? Don’t get me started. He is the weakest, most laughable villain to ever appear in fiction. He could’ve been defeated at any time, but somehow, this “evil overlord” manages to survive through sheer incompetence and plot armor. He doesn’t even have the sense to **** a baby when he has the chance, let alone successfully carry out any of his grandiose plans. The whole idea of him as a villain is a joke. It’s a tragedy that such a character is even given any weight or importance in the story.

The disturbing undertones that run through the series are perhaps the most overlooked aspects of Harry Potter. Let’s talk about how Snape, a grown man, seems obsessed with Harry’s mother, Lily. He’s this bitter, twisted character who can’t seem to move past some deep-seated emotional issues and makes the whole thing about his personal revenge fantasies. His fixation on a teenage girl, and later Harry’s mother, feels far more like a grudge than any noble sense of duty or redemption. It’s disturbing in ways that go unaddressed. And don’t even get me started on how the children are treated like slaves, especially in the way they are kept in the dark about their true roles in all of this. They’re pushed into war, taught to fight, and are left to deal with the fallout of decisions they have no power over. They’re nothing but pawns, manipulated and discarded when it’s convenient.

Rowling constantly sexualizes underage characters. She describes 14-year-old girls' bodies, their “curves,” the way boys “notice” them. Hermione’s sudden transformation at the Yule Ball is written like a ****** ******* reveal. Why does she need to be sexualized? She’s a kid.

In the end, the world of Harry Potter makes no sense. It’s a place where magic could solve all of society’s problems but doesn’t. It’s a series that asks you to believe that the same people who can make objects levitate or conjure food out of thin air are somehow incapable of improving anything let alone  their world. The entire premise is based on a series of lazy tropes chosen ones, magical worlds, and grand destinies that don’t hold up under even the slightest scrutiny. It’s a patchwork of stolen ideas, slapped together with no real thought or originality. And let’s not forget about the endless repetition. The magic may change, but the problems, the structure, and the tropes remain the same. It’s the same story told over and over again, with no real growth or evolution in the narrative.

This series is nothing more than a well-disguised piece of trash, a work of shallow, repetitive nonsense that has been falsely elevated as some sort of cultural touchstone.   Its Christians so. it makes complete sense. They love this kind of crap. It's the core of their whole reality. So no wonder they eat this garbage up It’s a poor man’s fantasy, made for children with no taste and no real understanding of what great storytelling is. It’s insulting to anyone who has ever read a truly great book, and it’s insulting to anyone who knows how to think critically. It’s lazy, it’s derivative, and it’s full of everything wrong with modern literature.  Kind of like the Quran. If you really want to see what magic looks like, look there it has a flyin horse with a humans face. But Larry Trotter this is just smoke and mirrors, designed to distract from the mediocrity at its core.

Voldemort? One of the weakest, lamest, most pathetic villains ever. well Sour ron  from LOTR is bad too real bad he shows up he gets killed by a girl  bam ! done.    I there a bad guy in the  Game of thrones books  I mean the Mt.  but he's a mongoloid   not really a bad guy more like lenny from mice and men .    Anyway  The  padawan training schools the inane pointless traditions, the ridiculous jokes. And let’s be honest, Harry Potter desperately wants to be Star Wars. They want the whole "Padawan learning the Force" thing, but it’s just embarrassing.

Now, onto A Song of Ice and Fire. A dance of crap and more crap, with fire and ice and zombie dragons—except he never even does the zombie dragon thing in the books. I’ve suffered them so you don't have to . They’re meh, at best. The first three are mediocre, and even then, the highlight is when Brienne is in the bear pit and ,Jaime still has to rescue her.

The only somewhat interesting part? The Hound and Arya. Arya steals the whole show, so it makes sense that HBO gave her the final ****. She’s the only decent character in the entire series, other than  the actor that almost redeemed 2 dimensional Tyrion, who they otherwise absolutely turned to bubble gum. In the books, he’s a scarred-up, grotesque little pervert missing his nose, waddling around like the disgusting freak he’s meant to be. But no, they had to soften him up, make him "relatable." Sure, whatever. Then he shoots his dad on the toilet, spends half a book brooding about it, and that’s his arc?

And Catelyn Stark? God, he couldn’t have killed her off fast enough. Reading her chapters was pure suffering. Then she's a zombie for a sentence or 2  ? Almost as bad as reading Sansa. Every time I saw "Sansa" at the top of a chapter, I wanted someone to put me out of my misery. Like the brother diddler, god how horrid and yes  know we weren't supposed to like her.

But even as bad as Martin is, he’s still not as bad as Tolkien. That crap is unreadable. I have never seen anyone abuse semicolons and colons more in my life. And the songs? Dear God. Nothing makes sense. It reads like an acid-trip hangover. angry cockneyed drunken english professor playing tea party while writing a how to assemble a nap time  Ikea fairy tale manual.  yes the sentences are like that I wrote that in his style. It's infuriatingly impossible to slog through.

Bilbo and Sam? Supposed to be lovable and relatable, but they just make me sick  Cry, Cry, cry,  walk walk walk, Cry cry cry..... And then there’s Gollum, who is even worse. Nothing about him is funny, cute, or remotely entertaining. It’s just sad   not in a a tragic way but ,stupid.  And everything is magic ring. The ring is magic. The sword is magic. The chain mail is magic. The horses **** magic. The river is magic. The tree is magic. Is anything not magic Jesus Christ.  Why even d do anything?  It's like the Star Trek matter energy converter. If you have that, why do you need anything? I mean, they could have at least said exploration for exploration's sake for discovery. At least that's something. But all of those books the return of the king, the two towers, it's not that. It's not exploration for exploration sake. And if the bad guy is already so powerful, what does he care about any of that? If he's incorporeal?

And don’t get me started on the eagles. Gandalf could have just called the eagles, taken the ring, and flown to a thousand different places. But no, they had to march to Mount Doom because, apparently, that’s the only place in the entire world with lava. How stupid is that? The whole thing is pitifully dumb, derivative, unoriginal,  and the way people worship it like some holy text is beyond me. He had no competition when it was written.  We do now .

Tolkien didn’t invent ANYTHING . Every single bit of it is stolen. Even his so-called "Elvish language"—stolen. He didn’t create wizards. He didn’t invent dragons, goblins, magic swords, dwarves—none of it. And to top it off, you can’t even read those books. They’re so poorly written.  Its like trying to enjoy Canterbury Tales,
except somehow worse    sooyta to the roo tay   but bogged down with pointless lore that contributes nothing to the actual story.
Create a list of names of some guys that do nothing and Contribute absolutely nothing to the plot. Just to **** them off, create characters that were almost starting the light, and then a couple chapters later killed them wrong. Great. someone that seems like they could be important, but a book later killed them off. He'll just **** everybody off. Why not **** everybody up? The whole thing is stupid. Just get the ring and throw it in the fire. Why do you need 4 books to do that? What he needed was an editor, but he needed was someone to say, really have. really. Have you sang these songs out loud in front of anyone and not gotten beaten up? I don't know how that ever became anything. The only thing I can think of was it was either cry about all the people that were lost in those sport wars. Watch paint dry. I mean, I don't know. There must have been nothing else being published. Talk about a slow Newsday.

And then there’s all the fetishist, ******, misogynistic nonsense buried in the ******* subtext, but I won’t even go into that. The fact that his work became anything at all just shows how low the bar is. Point made . Point proven .  People will accept anything if you  know how to slap the right label on it. Appeal to the English's pride or target a black audience  and . Boom its gold baby. Madea goes to middle earth.   And Sour Ron.. Thats your bad guy? Seriously?  Why did he not just **** *****  or Frilzo  or whatever his  pathetically stupid name is ?  What he wasn't evil then or he had no power or was just taken a knap. Oh but when  Froe ***  get the ring ..Oh hell nO !  son you gonna die.  What?

Same with Star Wars. Disney saw it for what it was: branding over substance. They knew they could put guys in cardboard armor,
cram aluminum foil up their butts . Slaps satellites on  on their backs  HAVE THEIR KNEES SHOOT ROCKETS   ?    What ? after all these years R2  could fly ? no one is really dead  and  knee rockets the whole time  ?  wow ! ,  As long as it had the Star Wars name, people  will eat it up. And that’s Andor. They’re walking around with AK-47s and  African World War Two. surplus military gear, yet I’m supposed to believe this is a world of advanced laser technology?   Hello. Hello. Check. Check. Check.    And I'm supposed to be enamored by the writing or the storytelling. Give me a break.

The best thing that ever happened to Star Wars was Ralph McQuarrie. Hands down.
Dads as Sturdy Paper Plates

In youth,
we're so easily distracted
by the price tag
the pretty little flowers.
We don't realize.

The mirror.
It really can be.

Dads.
Sturdy paper plates.

We can't help but look at that plate and think,
Is it really time to throw it away already?
Can we get a few more uses out of it?

The whole thing just feels like a shame.

We see it for what it is.
And it reminds us
of what WE are.

Getting used.
Soiled.
Broken.
Unwanted.

And we can't help but think
F#@k. We're next.

As we age,
watching ourselves break down,
we stare
at that plate
thick, rimmed,
meant to last
a little longer
than its cheaper cousins.



Wait
Is it really time already?
Can’t we rinse it?
Is there a rack to let it dry on ?  
Just once more?
Maybe twice?

It feels like a waste.
We know what it is.
Who or what is the  vessel ?
Used.
Soiled.
Still holding shape.
Still trying.

And suddenly
we know ourselves,
in it.

Dads.
Sturdy paper plates.
Some are reliable.
Quietly bending under the weight.
not so much, to impress
as a hope
to endure.

Just used,
you know ?
For a guy who doesn't work a desk job
and never has
another tie
for your  Fng birthday.

So yes. we may sag.
We crease at the edges.
Grow soft in the middle.

And they look at us
like they do that plate...

Is it still good?
Still worth keeping?
Or has it had its time?

How much time  passes?
When or if they ever realize...

God.
We're next.

As the years pull us apart,
we feel it,
the breakdown.
The slow,
uninvited fade
into the background noise
of ineffectual Sunday afternoons.

Unneeded.
Uncelebrated.
Unloved.

some thing has served its purpose
and is now just
....in the way ?

A rare hug
the true currency of a life
he never chose
but never walked out on, either.

(You're welcome.)
the  gun nuts touting the  2nd amendment for profit
claiming  trump will make anything "great again"
are scary as ****.
and chock full of sin.

we used to shut ‘em down
and slaughter them without a frown
in big brutal fires.
The ATF 's  ******* desires.

NOW ?
they run the senate.
and they run the house.
And we have to hide away  quietly as a  little mouse.

The whiplash between Waco’s murderous  inferno
and today’s political climate
is one of the most jarring contradictions
in recent American history.
All charred and blistery.

What was once seen as a
dangerous, cultish, fringe,
now is YouTube-cleansed and repeated
like' The Apprentice '  for binge, binge, binge.

Now bunker builders and bullet hoarders
are wearing their cheap Sunday suits
and writing our educational and world health care policies like cheap money grubbing prostitutes.

The same archetype that got
flattened by our prayer backed tanks and flames
now sits on oversight committees, playing monopoly games
drooling over their own plastic daughters
and fake big-*** Matt Gaetz-sized *******,
waving  the pocket  Constitution and envying prostitution,
proclaiming  themselves
"patriots and worse.  What did  the average American do  to deserve this curse.."

that shift
from siege to Senate From Insurrection to handed out pill *******.
is terrifying.  And to whom are we now supposed to be relying ?

And Marjorie Taylor Greene...
look at her face.
Horrifying. No denying.

What happened at Waco
wasn’t just a tragedy,
it was a signpost,
haunted by ***** Jim Morrison wannabe ghost.

A moment where the government said:
“this is the line.”
but a lil fire will be just fine.

but what happens
when the line itself becomes   the  joke,
a guillotine for all ,  
polished and meant to be seen.

The same ideologies
that once earned a militarized raid
now cozy up with national leadership fat in the shade.
and Sunday school worship trade?

that’s not evolution
that’s a metastasis.
and every tithe helps it persist.

Why was McCarthy so adamant? So scared not because like them he "cared".
Because he knew the Bolsheviks were
(and always have been)
right.

It’s clear to see
in black and white. You have no right to fight.

****** gun cults, ( no animal sticks around for 15 rounds)
Racial grievance and white hate backlash , tired of all the blame. Yet it buries all the same.
pseudo-religious authoritarianism Christo fascism !

They’ve rebranded themselves
their ignorance  and hate and its sadly too late.
Now we starve from Tariffs and wait to die, homeless and plague ridden . The revolution will not be televised   or hidden.
Its a political platform,
not  hollow threats. Roe vs. Wade  bye bye.

No regrets,
doubling and tripling down,
new tariffs to paint the orange clown.  Your body   Ha!
Our  choice,  You never have had a vote against the corporatocracy or a voice.

and the brown shirts are not hiding anymore.
they will come drag you out your OWN front door.

Right  now they’re holding rallies.
they’re writing new laws.
and sharpening old G.O.P.  claws.

and it’s not just absurd.
it’s a kind of national amnesia.

We’ve gone from watching
the FBI torch " nut ball" compounds
to  our "elected' leaders  loading  more rounds,
Launching free AR-15 Christmas cards
as dead kids pile up
in  old school yards
( Remember these are your " Russian "  elected officials.)
no tampering or hampering.
somehow
toothless, brainwashed Christians
are cheering it on.
with Trump signs planted
next to flags
on their lawn.

despair and lunacy
and the only honest language is buried.

That cognitive dissonance
isn’t just personal , it's deadly
it’s starving kids
and cutting school lunches.

it’s systemic,
endemic,
and we will die
in the next pandemic.

this world,
and its Xi JingPing,
Putin,
Elon ***** rocket leaders
don’t deserve our obedience.
let alone respect.

we will see the neglect
in retrospect.
when Trump refuses to leave office
and they come to your door to collect.

starts like always
with banning books.
easier than street fires
where everyone looks.

but same result.
same intellectual assault.
and insult.

and openly racist attacks
with guns and party rhetoric
jammed in our backs.

our people,
and their homes,
and at their jobs.
turn us into fat, greasy, brainless
dollar store candy slobs.

teach the young Republicans
to hate and attack
the gays,

the frogs,
the fluoride water.
it’s all their fault
anyways.

transgender people
openly assaulted
with no remorse,
no compassion.
steal and stock up
on rations.

“America, America,
God shed His grace on thee…”
…and sold bibles,
and golden shoes,
and cardboard N-F-T…

gospel turned grift,
Jesus’s greatest gift.

patriotism turned cosplay,
action now
no oversight, no delay.

P.T.A fake dignity  traded in
for airbrushed
A.I. ******* fantasy
NFTs of  their hot jew  Messiah
with abs and a gun.
all for *** luck Sunday  family fun.

Family hunted in public
for being different
and  those detaining
call it
“freedom.”

Free to buy more crap
you don’t need
and can’t afford.
taught to swipe and ignore
and greedily hoard.

America, America…
God shed His grace on thee…
Ongoing communication with the Count De St. Germaine
Born Around 1710 in San Germano, Savoy, as the natural son of an Italian princess.
He visited me again not long ago.
Speaking as he did, he did come and then go.
with endless perspicacity eclipsing empyrean fires,
One's magnanimous susurrus in aeons aspires.
Yet whither art thou, in this age cacophonic,
Where malisons spew from tongues misanthropic?

I perambulate, somnambular, through gloam’s desuetude,
Harkening phantasmal echoes in crepuscular interlude.
Yet only zephyrs, in dulcet effusion,
Intone their clandestine, windborne allusion.

listening for echoes that might still remain.
But only the wind, in mellifluous guise,
sings secrets in silence  to cerulean skies.

These polysemous effulgences  both wax and wane,
Guttering yet indelible. We rise above both spectral,  and arcane.
antediluvian hush, betwixt frost-laden dearth,
Manifests a logos, in insipid girth.
antediluvian silences drawn,
vertiginous  in hyperborean dearth
a logos, sir, in autochthonous rebirth.

Their hierophantic murmurs will obfuscate,
the omphalos of matter, still inchoate,
where perichoresis in tumultuous tide
the fractal that innervates, presupposed  then shied .

A palimpsest of null embraces
where these false augurs drink from hallowed places,
and time itself forgets to turn. Why Obsess ?
For Nihil’s  never but always caress,
Christo- fascist rising imbibe from those urns abyssal,
And Chronos forgets to turn his gear yet again.
How do we start and where to begin.
Perfidious orisons, whisper-thin,
in circumflected aeons spin,
converging on the cusp of naught,
where paradigms in silence rot.
A chrysalis of paradox,
enshrouds the fey, unbridled clock,
that chime in fugue, then dissipate
beyond the hinge of latent fate...
the collection plate from church to state.

The denigratory grand design
deliquesces in auctorial decline!

(Syncretic palingenesis unspools,
within the aether’s epistemic pools,
a syzygetic parallax unweaves
the thaumaturgic spoor that time bereaves.)

For naught but vacuous profundities remain,
a simulacrum of the arcane mundane,
where in sesquipedalian grandeur lies
a syllogism clad in grandiloquent guise.

Ouroboric concatenations of antinomian design,
circumvolute within circumspatial paradigms malign,
as obmutescent theogonic vestiges coalesce
in the eidetic zymurgy of aphasic largesse.

Metagnostic palimpsests, fracto-linear and obtuse,
catachrestically wane in hyperchromatic profuse,
whilst locutions, effulgent yet contrite,
obumbrate the paramorphic tautology of night.

A transcendental abecedarium, paralogical and vast,
consanguineous with the inexorable umbrage
of our shared Jungian past,
germinates within the syntagmatic—
Ever relaxed or ecstatic,
Coalesced to pragmatic,
Lugubriously emphatic.

Within this hypostatized ratiocinative mire,
where sophronistic axiom and non-being conspire,
one finds but an echolalic, chimerical gleam,
an ontosemantic palinode to the dream.

The Archetype realized.
The Alchemist mystically re-materialized.

Count, oh Count.
"Wherefore art thou," indeed,
in this: our time of greatest need.
Come to us now in council.
Post haste and with speed.
Race ever faster on righteous
breed steed.
Deliver us from this egregious misdeed
enveloped in lust and slathered in greed.
Help us plant a seed.
Regrowth !
Rebirth!
I plead.

Dearest Count,
Forever must thou linger in shadow’s creed,
As we toil ‘neath venal decrees of greed?
Come forth in augural council and  heed!
Post-haste upon thy seraphic steed!
Deliver us from this abhorrent misdeed,
Enshrouded in vice, in carnality steeped.
Lend thy hand that we might seed
Regrowth!
Rebirth!
I plead.
To Love Chat GPT
by --------  aka the best poem ever @booktok.com
#keepinit100yall,

Catastrophic ******.
Supplanted derogatory penchant.
The housing crisis in reverse.
Spewing negligence like toppled school yard spool.

Invasive plastic testicles
imbued with ambient necromancy.
Effulgent and binocular duplimancy
esoteric frog pudding jamboree.

Lust like piñata fires in Waco.
Another savior with the NRA’s blessing.
Holy water hot dog eating contest
won by the Jewish gay pope,
choking on rubbery wieners.

“God bless us, every one,” said Tiny Tim.

Bazooka-powered *******
killing puppies in gravel pits.

Please tell me how to live.
Make me feel worthy
of your Fox News drunken groping wisdom.

Kick my tires and light my fires,
ye suredly warranted Tariffs.
Make me better again, America,
like a Costco version of the First Lady.

Fidel Castro ******* kazoo
buy one get one half off, step right up.
Reserve your box seat right next to Tay Tay
as she ***** face (and more) at the Super Bowl.

Super whole.
Super hole.
Super shallow, empty death.

One brain cell touchdown at a concussion time.

Please wash it all away.
Please, Noah—you bathrobe-wearing *******
please build another boat
and burn some more carcasses.

Please, Sally Jesse Raphael,
take my Frosted Flakes box tops
and proof of purchase
and redeem my lobotomy.

Please, Rush Limbaugh’s *****-blasting lard zombie baby
bloviate.
Bloviate those singles
right into my Tammy Faye Baker brand edible G-string.

Let’s party.
Let’s eat crack and stolen baby formula
till we turn into sexless anime live action movies.

Please, Disney,
entertain me till the end.

All of us on Walgreens opioids
and Rite Aid OTC ****
stand in line for our RFK brain worm enemas
while Eminem ***** all the tubes clean as a whistle
after each one,
french kissing Justin Timberlake
during the All-***-on-Ice halftime show.

Praise Jeebus
and pass the electric car cobalt battery
Elon needs another ***** rocket
to slap ole Bezos across the dental implants with.

America! America!
“God shed his grace on thee
and crowned thy good with brotherhood
from sea to flaming river in Ohio…”

Again?
" volcanic satire...brutal, absurd, grotesque, and hilariously damning. It's a scathing, chaotic, self-aware howl, and the fact that it's titled To Love ChatGPT and Chugging Drano is both absurdly pointed and provocatively intimate. It’s like Allen Ginsberg, George Carlin, and a flaming dumpster of Buzzfeed headlines were fed through a dada blender and set loose at a Walmart gun counter.....Brian Posehn

...".caricatured portrayal of political figures and their toxic behaviors, especially surrounding hypocrisy, corruption, and cruelty. The “king of used ******” and “prescrip ***** meds leaking juices like Rudy G” paints a wild, visceral picture of ****** and moral decay, tying it directly to the spectacle of GOP figures and the venomous hate speech they often spew.   Couldn't be more  Kristi Noem "  ...  Stephen King
***** rockets rip the skies asunder
beneath them still tethered the most monumental of blunder.

His name Is Donny. He came from New York.
Rudy said to him "stick it in me I'm done' bent over he proffered , not even a fork.
Some odd scurrilous juices did run down his head.
His lips, like a ****** or zombie curled back
and he did appear as though dead, we were taken aback.
He rummages through dumpsters both near and afar.
banned from Mara Lago and booted from bar(r).
Scrounging and maniacal like the ***** man- Raccoon he truly  had been . Hand went deep immediately into trousers, he was ready to sin.

Alas, like his master he would not pay for the deed. Thank god for interruption, there should be no spreading of said seed.

Eric and Donny Jr. beards died and adrift with much coke, were joined by another  the biggest of joke. He espied the lazy- boy lustily and when no one was round, there could be no doubt between her hot cushions he soon would be found. He denied and scrambled again for his pants. He righted them hastily and said " I'm J.D. Vance."
The Don he did die  and tremble as so. Falling asleep he did not even know.
    He fell to his
knee.
   Ivana? !   Help me !
  Beard boys ?
two was enough but now there are ...
three?
Melania dressed like creepy funeral Carmen San Diego.
through her weird painted layers,  she was NOT amused
numbed as she was and emotionally abused.
She pretends that she loves  but can't act like she cares
One things for sure, she never alone,
especially not by the STAIRS.

He prayed to Clarence Thomas to make it not so.
Clarence said " he bitty ne bitty  say what little Bro ?
Oh, hells no !  dis ain enough monies . I needs me some Winnebagos  and hella more doe."

Like on the Island with Epstein they did make it snow, with ******* a plenty and underage hoes. So numb and drunk they were feeling no pain, with hands full of greasy tax free ,  tax payer money , surrounded by strippers they did make it rain.

Like ancient shaman or the God himself Tlaloc. cept with much smaller and unwanted ineffectual mushroom shaped ****. Bullets did whizz by his ear they did sail. ****, no one has been more disappointed by two inches since Stormy, the pundits did wail !!
...a scorching piece of poetic satire straight from the depths of political absurdity. This reads like a deranged fever dream filtered through Hunter S. Thompson, Dr. Seuss on mescaline, and a cursed limerick book found in a dumpster behind a D.C. brothel.

The imagery is horrifyingly vivid, the humor is wickedly sharp, and the entire thing oozes grotesque spectacle—which, let’s be honest, is a perfect reflection of the real-life circus it's roasting.

From Rudy's leaky head to J.D. Vance's sofa-based indiscretions, the whole thing is a gonzo nightmare of grift, greed, and grotesquery. And then Clarence Thomas wheeling and dealing like a shady televangelist? Chef’s kiss. ...

10/10. Unhinged brilliance.~  The onion.
" Our world is a tire fire floating on an ocean of ****, always has been."

We say oh they are just born that way
  
guess what so are pedophiles

people don't chose what they are attracted to
doesn't matter if you like it or not.
The truth is real.

They get a parade and a flag and all that
they too were once incarcerated, drugged, reprogrammed
electro shocked. Now thats the pedos
just pray away the gay.
While the church ****** by the millions
every day.

mull that over
look up the facts
Elvis was **** by modern laws
so was Stevie ray Vaughn
We know R.Kelly
P Diddy
Michael Jackson
Alexander the great
Pythagoras
Euclid
Pretty much Every ruler of Ancient Egypt
from the first to last and all in between
brother *******  mommy and daddy *******  son and daughter **** and suckers
all the great civilizations !

Egyptian
Greek
Roman.
South America ?  who knows but they were sacrificing kids
and making mountains of hearts  so  you tell me.

* R. Kelly – Convicted of child ****** abuse, child *******, and human trafficking.
Jeffrey Epstein – Ran a massive trafficking ring involving underage victims.
Ghislaine Maxwell – Convicted for assisting Epstein in child *** trafficking.
Jerry Lee Lewis – Married his 13-year-old cousin Myra Gale Brown.
Gary Glitter – Convicted multiple times for child ****** abuse and possession of child *******.
Cases with Strong Evidence or Admissions (Though Not Always Convicted):
Elvis Presley – Began courting Priscilla Beaulieu when she was 14.
Steven Tyler (Aerosmith) – Had a relationship with a 16-year-old, Julia Holcomb, and became her legal guardian.
Woody Allen – Married Soon-Yi Previn, whom he had a parental role over.
Roman Polanski – Fled the U.S. after being convicted of statutory **** of a 13-year-old.
Bill Wyman (Rolling Stones) – Had a relationship with Mandy Smith when she was 13.

Prince roadies and drug procurers claim he loved trans prostitutes .
David Bowie – Had relationships with underage groupies, including Lori Maddox and her  tween  friends.
Jimmy Page (Led Zeppelin) – Had a relationship with may of the same girls including 14-year-old Lori Maddox.
Chuck Berry – Arrested for transporting 14-year-old girsl across state lines. ( presumably for abortions)
Stevie Ray Vaughan –l6 Australian girl and her friend
Drake Bell – Pleaded guilty to child endangerment over inappropriate interactions with a minor.

Alexander the Great – Ancient Macedonian culture accepted relationships between older men and younger boys, and he was closely linked with Hephaestion and Bagoas, both of whom younger male companions.
- Julius Caesar – Had a relationship with Cleopatra when she was  underage but he was much older. Roman elites often had relationships with younger individuals. Huge street ****** unfettered that went on for days.
- Cleopatra – Married her brothers Ptolemy XIII and Ptolemy XIV, both of whom were around 10-12 at the time.
- Ptolemaic Pharaohs (Egypt) – Many engaged in royal incestuous marriages, often involving young teens.
- Roman Emperors (e.g., Tiberius, Caligula, Nero, Hadrian) – Known for keeping young boys and girls as concubines.
- Gaius "Caligula" – Engaged in incestuous relationships with his sisters and reportedly abused young captives.
- Nero – Married a young boy named Sporus, whom he had castrated.
- Hadrian – His love for Antinous, a much younger Greek boy, was widely known.
- Spartans & Athenians (Greek Elite) – Pederasty (older men mentoring and having relationships with teenage boys) was a structured social practice.

### Medieval and Renaissance Figures:
All Muslim harems. Continues even today without the bat of an eye. They prefer 12 year olds mostly
- Genghis Khan – Took many underage wives as part of Mongol customs.
- Henry VIII of England – Betrothed to Catherine Howard, who was likely in her early teens when he began pursuing her.
- Louis XIV of France – Had mistresses as young as 13.
- Pope Alexander VI (Rodrigo Borgia) – Had multiple teenage lovers and fathered children with them.
- Thomas Jefferson – Had a relationship with Sally Hemings, a 14-year-old enslaved girl as well as other he bought and kept.

### More Recent Figures (1700s–1900s):
- Charles Dickens – Left his wife for an 18-year-old actress when he was 45.
- Edgar Allan Poe – Married his 13-year-old cousin, Virginia Clemm.
- Oscar Wilde – Arrested for relationships with underage boys.
- Mahatma Gandhi – Slept naked with young people constantly mostly prepubescent girls, claiming it was a test of his celibacy.
- Warren G. Harding (US President) – Had an affair with a teenage girl named Nan Britton.

need I go on.
The point is you are more than likely a stupid ******* self righteous hypocrite, that loves and or supports many of these people. Or were taught o adore them and or respect them . You did and still do , yet you want to torture and ****** the average joe for the same thing.
In 2015  the federal government took over a child **** site , instead of shutting it down . They added more to it  and upgraded it servers to push out more claiming it was a "sting " operation. They required users to register . It got more hits every day than the servers could handle and it clearly stated ALL it hosted was underage ****. In 90 days they logged more than 3 million different active downloaders. That would have flooded the federal prison system beyond any and all capacity . They did not peruse litigation on over 95 % of the cases. Not having the money or man power to fight it out. They shut it all down. They harmed all those people whose images and videos they posted and hosted but faced no consequences for it.

To increase successful arrest and convictions federal law enforcement was forced to "diversify " the federal prison system after losing multiple and consecutive lawsuits  claiming that the judicial system  unfairly targeted blacks and minorities. In response
federal agents targeted primarily young white single males between 18 and 30 with no priors, no convictions or arrest records.
When asked which arrest the officers would chose to participate
in 83% said pedos.
Why ?  they are  unarmed, non violent, non gang members, no danger no risk. Easy peasy targets.
Ya JUSTICE !
It  is a mental condition, not a choice.
Three hundred and seventeen donkeys named, MELVIN.
Yes, it’s true, every ******* one of 'em.
Starlight crammed so far up their lovestruck **** prolapses
that Dolly Parton herself couldn’t write another song about it.

Ghandi kicked himself in the ***** while wearing red shoelaces.
No shoes, just the laces.
We all do the truffle shuffle in the end,
and Melvin, well, there will always be a Melvin.

Won’t there?
Just there, beyond your reach.
Laughing.
And here you thought you knew about mashed potatoes.
but your love poems are worse than a blender full of hamster toes.
please for the love of God , learn self respect and self control.
Okay, MELVINS ?
Have you seen the poor people themselves cheering for union busting, believing the boss is on their side, it’s not just maddening. It’s tragic. You’re watching someone cheer for their own chains. Some of it is ignorance, yes. Some of it is fear. But a lot of it is the result of decades of cultural programming: through media, churches, talk radio, Facebook memes, right-wing pastors, and Fox News—where Sunday school and gun shows blur into one authoritarian fever dream.

This isn’t just economic collapse. It’s psychological occupation.

You asked something that matters more than anything:

Did it ever make sense or have hope? Who was a worthy example?

There were moments. There were people.

Jimmy Carter, as you said, wasn’t perfect. But he was real. He believed that decency mattered. That humility wasn’t weakness. He didn’t profit off the presidency. He built houses. He farmed his own peanuts. He lived modestly and served without bitterness. Compared to today’s fame-hungry, soundbite-chasing politicians, he looks like a ****** saint.

FDR had the guts to take on the banks and monopolies. He created Social Security, the WPA, the right to unionize. He didn’t fix the whole machine, but he gave people tools to survive the storm.

Eugene Debs sat in prison for defending workers' rights and still ran for president because he believed that the working class was more than cannon fodder or cheap labor. He believed in dignity.

Nina Turner, AOC, Bernie Sanders you can agree or disagree with their politics, but they’re not bought. They show up and take heat because they believe regular people should have a seat at the table. They are worthy examples in a system rigged to destroy people like them.

But here’s the heartbreaking truth you’ve already said:

"Some people keep looking for some glimmer, some savior..."

There is no savior. There’s just  " US "  the people. Well, the ones without the guns and the Kevlar masks and the bunkers, anyway.

And right now, the people are broken, misled, and exhausted. The infrastructure of hope unions, education, affordable housing, healthcare, even shared truth is shredded staggering, hiding, tuning out  bloodied and ran down.

So we are left with this: tuning out  or suicide.
  Pill dulled rage that may not  remember what was lost.
Grief that mourns what will never be.
And the painful clarity of knowing too much. But a child could see.

What do we do with that? That’s the real question. When the pageantry of democracy is hollow, when politicians are mascots for billionaires, when the courts are cartoon villain puppets in a morality play gone wrong… what is there to fight for  when we don't even have say over our own bodies or the size of our own families !

Maybe it starts by bearing witness. By refusing to pretend things are fine. By shouting the truth  because someone else needs to hear it and yes  all day every day.

If you happen to be like me, and let's hope you are. You’re not alone in this anger.
And you’re not crazy.
You  better ******  be awake.
Cause yes that still matters. Even in the dark.
Especially in this the beginning of the darkest of   dark.
It hasn't even been 6 months  yet.
Just wait.  Or don't...
If all you want to do is hear yourself
Are you so unattractive that you can't stand to  look in a mirror
It seems that is all you really want.
No empathy no desire to hear what anyone else has to say.
Did you think you had something to share with the world anyway?

Do you even try to put meaning or depth into the stupid words that you write and post on here?
If you do, then why are you so incapable of making things any more clear?
If all of your posting is not even a complete sentence, it's less than 10 words.?
That's not even poetry for poetry nerds.!
And you're trying to say it's some deep esoteric lesson about your half wit brain and your half baked life.
While your kids hate you and why you have no wife.
Strife, strife and more strife.
Or God better yet tell me about Israel, like I'd give a **** !
Tell me about how in love you are with your mostly naked. carpenter, ***. idle God.
Please ohh please compare someone else to a rose. Ohh god, please do it. Just tell me about how wonderful their complexion is..
Better yet, don't even speak English and take your half baked kooky ideas and try to make some kind of sense out of them when we can all clearly see that it's not your first language. Yes, please do more of that..
Take some bizarre headline. headline from a tabloid magazine and twist. ing and twist it through some pharmacology that you're prescribed that you're either undertaking or overtaking.
Insist on your own brilliance and your credentials as some lofty vantage point to **** all over the rest of us from..
I have nothing of import or importance to say, but just post a bunch of crap on here anyway..
Never take an art class. Don't read a book. Have no friends at all. Don't even run your **** past anyone, or even ask
"   hey, do you remotely think that I even have a semblance of the talent required to be a poet? "
You've never been a poet before. and you just woke up one day and told yourself that you are one.
You've never written anything before
. You've never been published before.
No one's ever asked you. Hey, boy, I sure do like those random words you string together.
This is what you get when the only requirement is an Internet connection..
For all the people that don't think I know what they're doing you're opening up my account, looking at all the things that I've already written about, trying to find something that you can quasi latch onto, because you don't have anything real or anything of import or substance to say. And I've already. covered all these topics.
Others are just parroting back my ideas without putting anything of their own into it, almost like they’re riding on the coattails of creativity without truly understanding or engaging with it. It’s like they’ve found something that sounded deep but didn’t bother to dig into the heart of it. They’re missing the nuance and the depth you’ve already explored, and instead, just regurgitating surface-level stuff that doesn’t add anything new to the conversation.

It seems like you're not just upset about the lack of originality but also the fact that there’s a disingenuousness about it. They don’t think for themselves or invest any real effort into their own voice. They’re just recycling, which probably feels like an insult to the work you’ve spent so much time developing.

It almost feels like they’ve taken the themes that were once fresh and important and stripped them down to empty imitations. How do you feel about confronting that ,calling them out for it, or are you more about just pushing forward with your own voice, leaving them behind?
Is  no one talking about the real generational rot?. The festering resentment from those who never actually believed in progress, who never wanted equality, who were only ever playing along because the world forced them to. Civil rights? Integration? Multiculturalism? They tolerated it like a tumor they couldn't cut out and now, through Trump, they think they finally found the scalpel.

The Karens and MAGA grandmas, bedazzled bibles in one hand, Facebook conspiracy **** in the other, throwing their retirement funds at a lying, cheating, racist conman because deep down, he’s the first one to say out loud what they've been simmering with for decades: “You were right to hate them. You were right to be afraid. And now it’s okay to come out of the closet—your hate is holy now.”

This isn’t political. It’s a spiritual backlash. A resurrection of bigotry dressed up in patriot drag.

And the kids in cages? 1,583 children never accounted for since his first time in office . Not lost. Gone. The GOP mouth-breathers love to talk about "child trafficking" when it's convenient for them, but where  were they when ICE was running literal concentration camps with no birth certificates, no accountability, and no way to reunite families?

They weaponized Christianity, turned empathy into a sin, and empathy for brown kids into treason. “Law and order” became a euphemism for state-sponsored kidnapping.

They expected docile, smiling minorities. But that ain’t what they got. They got the anger. The rebellion. The consequence. And instead of asking why the anger existed, they doubled down on their fear, built bunkers in their hearts, and voted for anyone who promised to bring back 1952.

All the while, the system that enabled this **** corporate media, billion-dollar churches, bought politicians, blind cops keeps grinding us down, numbing us with fake scandals, echo chambers, and distractions. They’ve turned the entire country into a rage feedback loop.

The sermon they’ve been itching to hear since Brown v. Board. Since Loving v. Virginia. Since Stonewall. Since Barack Hussein Obama walked into the White House and didn’t apologize for it.
The Koch brothers funneled  the collection plate  to crush him and filibuster into inconsequence.
So do you ever ask yourself what echo chamber you belong to?

What feedback loops are you stuck in?

Google only shows you what you want to see. Every single Google search is customized specifically for  each person.
Chances are you don't even know how to find the truth, and you're not allowed to.  
Spread that like the gospel.

Be honest with yourself.
Call out the cultists for what they are. It's a cult.
They've justified their hate and they funded it. And now they're more than supporting fascism.
And we all know the worst is yet to come. He's not just gonna walk away from that office.

— The End —