Friday, 2 June 2017

may seeks mandate to masturbate

there now follows a panty purrclitickle bored-cast by the corn-artist party... without further ado, let me hand straight over to prime-masturbator teresa twatitch:

"well, as you all probably noticed...except for signing one silly sodding letter...i've spent the last year basically just playing with myself...

and i have now decided to call this snatch-election in order to obtain the british people's express permission to carry on playing with myself for another five full fun-filled fanny-wangling years, all on the public purse...

yes, of course, i could have held a vote in parliament...on triggering euro-treacle 50...almost a year ago, immediately after i'd ascended sex-goddess-like to the high-throne of wets-minge-door - which is obviously rightfully mine, by divine political sleight of hand...

but hey, i thought...i didn't vote to leave the neo-conservative paymasters in washington, brussels and beijing don't ever want me to leave the eu...i'm on a huge bloody bonus from big-global-business if i drag this whole friggin' eu-exit farce out as long as politically possible, and delaying it until such a distant future point-in-time that people eventually forget why they even wanted to leave the eu in the first-fucking-place...and let's see...erm...errr...due to the intractable irish-border-question and promises i've already made to very important conservative-party-donors from british industry, i've basically not got a bat-shit in hell's chance of ever delivering any meaningful form of withdrawal from the single-market, from the customs union...or from the european convention on human which my government is committedby the conservative party manifesto, to remaining a signatory until at least 2022...and know, to be honest, i'm really not in an awfully great personal hurry to leave europe at the end of the day, i suppose i've not actually got any intention at all of ever taking the uk out of the eu...and also errm...i have to admit that my husband's firm, the mega-minted investment management bank, capital international, doesn't want us to leave the eu just wants me to negotiate the creation of a super-sneaky legal loophole, in the european regulations, which would enable large city institutions, such as itself, to avoid paying the eu financial transactions tax...

so yes...i thought...fine...i might as well fight a wholly unwinnable and torturous legal battle through every crummy little court in the land, at enormous expense to the tax-payer...until, as per usual, i'm forced to fly the white flag, go into a screeching trademark-may-u-turn, and then finally agree to a vote on triggering exit-trickle 50, after bloody all...

okay now let's what else haven't i done...?

well, i haven't raised the national insurance contributions for the self-employed, because, despite making an announcement that i was going to raise them...i then inconveniently discovered that, back in 2015, i'd been elected to my seat in parliament on a specific pledge not to raise national insurance contributions for the self-employed...whoops...

and i haven't, as either home secretary or prime minister, reduced immigration to the target-levels which i originally set in 2010...probably because i have constantly aggravated the very root-causes of mass-migration, by obstinately continuing either to directly prosecute or fuel - through covert support of islamist al qaeda rebels - deeply immoral and unchristian neo-conservative oil-wars in the middle-east, africa and asia...and also by continuing to promote the relentless impoverishing destruction of african, arab and asian cultures and sovereign states...

and err...i haven't kept my promise not to hold a totally pointless, fruitless and further-time-wasting general election, and land a limpingly lame result which will hopefully weaken my hand in eu-exit negotiations, and ultimately ensure that britain never escapes from the eu-pow-camp anytime in the next one thousand years...

and i haven't even done the u-turn i promised to do on care-for-the-elderly...because clearly i haven't changed a thing, and still fully intend to stitch the stupid old euro-phobic anti-immigrant duffers up, anyhow...

but naturally to my credit...i have done a deal, with heathrow airport, to tarmac over several garden-suburbs of west london, and generally blight, with terribly noisy and polluting flight-paths, the lives of hundreds-of-thousands of potential conservative-voters in the wider london area for pissing perpetuity...

and i have struck a deal with china and france which will see britain royally ripped-off, to the rasping tune of many many billions of ever-weaker pounds, in unfair exchange for the construction of an unstable, untested, unreliable and effectively obsolete nuclear reactor, which, when she inevitably blows, will make the 1966 aberfan-disaster look like a fucking primary-school picnic-in-the-park - well only in terms of the relative political fallout, of course...not in individual human terms...but frankly, what do i care about personal human costs in england or wales, when the god's-honest-truth is that i'll soon be shipping out to the bahamas, with hubby, after being unexpectedly forced to take convenient early retirement on the grounds of spuriously feigned ill health...?
and incidentally, my personal domiciliary care's been covered a hundred times the multi-million-quid medical protection afforded by phil's company health-insurance scheme.
anyhow, i mention the aberfan landslide, albeit rather callously and cruelly, lest we forget those far too innocent victims of historic homicidal state-negligence, already needlessly sacrificed in that so comprehensively crushed welsh-mining-village, upon the corrupt all-consuming altar of cheap and expediently generated national energy.
tragically, however, i have absolutely no intention of studying the british government's long-and-winding back-catalogue of historic war-crimes, other institutional criminal acts, and sins of omission, and therefore will not be learning anything from it - as amply evidenced by the fact that i've already foolishly signed the contract for chernobyl point i like to call mon petit pet-projet...which, when she inevitably blows, will cast over our countries and counties a deadly radio-active shadow reaching far beyond the village of aberfan in wales, where in 1966 the free fallout from fatal government forces struck the local primary school with disastrous industrial precision, unapologetically massacring 116 children and 28 adults in a standard revenge attack against a dangerous cell of state-disposable plebs, who had dared become far too unquestioning of absolute civil authority...
oh and obviously tsunamis seldom ever surge into somerset, do they...?
oh, yes...and i have also made a deal which will allow the americans to scam hard-working british tax-payers out of billions and billions and billions of ever-weakening pounds in return for a dodgy and dangerously fickle nuclear non-deterrent armed with war-heads over which we in britain will have no meaningful control...this non-independent non-dischargeable nuclear non-capability arising primarily because the neo-con cowboys in the pentagon are going to keep the firework ignition keys safe for us - in case we suddenly feel like firing the bloody thing at them, i suppose - and furthermore because the russians have already hacked into the computer-guidance-software which directs the missile-system...and so really speaking, if it's true the russians have cher-nobbled our nukes, we're all well-and-truly you-know-whatted anyway...
and finally, please note that, ignoring more economical alternatives, i have cut an extraordinarily beneficial deal with some very nice builder guys, who have kindly offered, at astronomical public expense, to carve up the beautiful unspoilt buckinghamshire countryside...home of rural tranquility to so many thousands of true-blue-conservative order to construct a third, slightly-faster-than-usual, highly-subsidized railway-line to birmingham...a project which, for some reason beyond my choo-choo-trained comprehension, private investors are not willing to back, even with the equivalent of a whacking great treasury-underwritten financial barge-pole...

oh yes, you can trust me with negotiating deals all the one with the european union, for instance...where i'm going to negotiate us all into economic buggering oblivion lasting longer than the next friggin' ice-age...

coz, i'm hard me...
i'm a hot and horny ho wot gonna bring home the doh...
yeah i'm hard me...
you just watch...

i'm gonna go kick putin right in the nuts...

coz i'm hard me...

hey, i'm gonna kick assad right up the arse...

coz i'm hard me...

oh boy am i gonna slap kim jong-un's cute little botty for him...

coz i'm hard me...

and err...i'm not gonna get knocked spark out in the first round with schlager freh merkel...err well...hopefully not...

coz i'm hard me...

and you know what i'm gonna to do to trump...?

i wanna hold his hand...

coz i'm really fucking hard me...

that's why i sprung this snap-general-dereliction-of-duty...

coz i'm hard me...

not because the whole crappy british economy is about to go straight down the fucking bog-pan...

oh no...nothing like that...

not because the housing-market's about to crash through the fucking ocean floor

oh no...nothing like that...

not because inflation's about to rocket through the bank of england's bloody roof, along with interest rates...

oh no...nothing like that...
not because in three years' time we'll still be stuck in the euro-pissing empire without any economically viable exit-strategy and 17 million mad-as-fuck people will want to hang me out by the tits to dry on the siegfried line...
oh no...nothing like that 
not because the conservative party is about to get done up like a kipper for electoral fraud in thanet...

oh no...nothing like that...

not because i'm shit-frit of jeremy the parliamentary chamaeleon's shit-hot shape-shifting abilities and his scruffy but effective shirt-sleeves-style of shakin' the flesh...

and because i thought i could have a snap-crackle-and-pop at him...

and be shot of him...with a little help from the lower-middle-ranks of british scum-bag-class voters - oddly insecure fellows, seemingly - who might fancy the irresistible once-in-a-generation opportunity of exercizing a spot of socio-racial-superiority over the latest immigrant-intake class they so love-to-hate - yet meanwhile so rely upon for cleaning their own scum-bag-class houses and their own scum-bag-class offices and for serving them their own scum-bag-class beer in their own scum-bag-class pubs and for staffing their own scum-bag-class hospitals and scum-bag-class massage parlours and for caring for their own elderly scum-bag-class parents in their own scum-bag-class old people's homes...
yes, that's right...those great british unwashed un-university-educated working-class heros, who, when they espied the temptingly intoxicating great-value-british-carrot of sado-synthetic racist emotional release dangling at their discriminative disposal before them, i assumed could easily be led by their dumb-bastard bigoted noses straight over the economic precipice and neatly into the never-ending neo-conservative abyss of an apocalyptic clintonesque world-war with russia...and maybe even china too...but who, in factturning out, in the deadly-dull non-eu-exiting-event, to be great british un-brain-washed un-university-educated working-class heros, tragically, just became bored to great british buggery with the anally administrative and highly tedious technocratic details of leaving-or-not-leaving-or-half-leaving the european empire...and also, tragically, just became bored to great british buggery with the anally administrative and highly tedious technocratic details of losing their eu-passports, and nifty freedom-of-movement, and guaranteed freedom-of-trade, and eu-enhanced jobs, and prized property inherited from their parents, and pensions, and disability benefits, and in-work benefits, and unemployment benefits, and hospitals, and the sodding shirts off their sodding self-employed backs...and, above every-other-eu-effing-thing, tragically, just became sick-to-fuck of constantly recalculating the cost of yo-yo-ing euros purchased with a perpetually plummeting pound...and eventually, therefore, all reached the common market-based conclusion that social and economic security would by far be the better part of british valour - this determination, of course, being made not-in-the-least because the british electorate, having answered the simple yes-or-no question on the referendum exam-paper, should, by rights, never again have been bothered with the anally administrative and highly tedious technocratic details of leaving-or-not-leaving-or-half-leaving the european empire...especially given that the bureaucratic nightmare of sorting out this type of complex, technical and tricky transnational legislation is normally deemed to be the accepted responsibility of government lawyers and members of our hallowed omniscient parliament - who are, let's face it, all paid very handsomely for the privilege of handling this kinda monotonous shit...
oh no, i didn't call a snap election because i thought i could pull a fucking fast one on the gullible british electorate...
i called the election coz i'm hard me...

and that's exactly why, out of deepest respect for the shitload of national insurance contributions and income taxes which senior citizens have faithfully paid into this country's social-welfare kitty all their working lives, i'm going to sell these valued old-folks' homes right from under them, brick by bloody hard-earned brick - regardless of whether they or their partners are actually residing in the property or not - in order to pay for both their domiciliary and residential social-care alike...and all this whilst the gay-lodgers - which our senior citizens have been forced to take into their own homes, and bake gay-cakes for, simply in order to supplement their dwindling personal pensions and savings, and make ends meet - are at it like knives in the spare room, in strict accordance with the european human rights act...

well you've gotta pick a pension-pot or two, boys...

oh you just gotta, ain't ya...?

coz i'm hard me...

and you gotta nick the dozy old bastards' winter fuel allowance too, why not...?

coz i'm hard me...

ah...but let me for a moment digress and turn my attention to the important subjects of ethical foreign policy and immigration control...

now, certain woefully common and uneducated parties like eu-trip may apparently claim that it's just not cricket to continue bombing the living crap out of black, brown and arab people...and destroying their countries and cultures...and stealing all their wealth and mineral resources...whilst meantime still manically increasing britain's neurotic immigration controls as a sick, unsympathetic prelude to just blankly turning back those very refugees whom we've brutally forced to flee those same sadistically deconstructed countries in the first a vast unregulated wave of mass-migration...directly precipitated, may i reiterate, by this precise kind of genocidal neo-conservative war which i have always personally striven to support politically, and done my level professional best to insidiously incite and inflame...

well, on the contrary, i can assure you that this is all absolute illiterate liberal rubbish-talk...and that under my own brand of progressive conservative leadership, we brits can carry on ethically bombing black, brown and arab people completely indiscriminately, and introduce simultaneously such super-restrictive immigration controls as to make any entry into this country by black, brown and arab people totally illegal...
ok so clearly i'll never succeed in preventing these black, brown and arab people from actually slipping into the united kingdom and working here, i never have...but then of course this is the genius of my immigration strategy...for you see, these desperate immigrants will all be officially branded 'illegal', and as such will enjoy no statutory employment rights, and no rights to claim housing or welfare benefits, and no rights to access education or hospital treatment...and as a blindingly satisfactory result, we british citizens will all be free to pay these cheap immigrant suckers way less than peanuts as wages...and rogue employers will be permitted to exploit them mercilessly for the greater benefit of our great, free and tolerant nation...

what a wonderful world, eh?

so you see, under my enterprising blue-sly-thinking outside-the-brown-paper-sick-bag leadership...not only can you have your cake and eat it...but you can lick it off my tits too...
yes, that's me all over...tough talk on mass-migration...and not tough at all on the actual causes of mass-migration...which, essentially, are people like me, who vote for western neo-imperialist oil-wars and the absolute...whoops-a-daisy...annihilation of other people's countries and cultures...

oh naturally i'd fight all these wars myself...

take on all these countries russia, china, syria, north korea...all on my own...

coz i'm well 'ard me...
i'd carry a nuke over to north korea all by myself, and personally detonate it right under king dong's fucking big fat nose...
coz i'm well 'ard me...

but unfortunately, you see, there's a good deal of polishing and other vital domestic shit which has to be done daily at number ten dogging what will actually happen is this...
first, i'll recruit all the obnoxious little neo-imperialist snobs, currently mass-produced by our esteemed universities of established fascist wisdom from the precious darling battalions of the anally correct bourgeoisie, and then i'll bribe or emotionally blackmail these higher executive hypocrites into ideologically justifying the greater socio-economic need for further blatant neo-colonial warfare, genocide and resource exploitation anywhere in the world we can get away with it...

next, when the long-dreamed-of neo-conservative world-war against russia, china, iran, and north korea, and almost all the rest of the freely fucking furious world, finally looms lovely before us and our greatest remaining allies, i will introduce legislation enabling emergency military conscription in order to marshal the greater british pleb - whom i will hopefully by then have already snidely led by his congenitally narrow-minded nose out of good mother europe's rightful protective human fold - into auto-decimating action, and will duly despatch both him and his greater british black and brown brethren, all busting to escape from the jobloss post-brassick monotony of council-house heaven, directly to their gruesomely glamourized neo-nationalist martyrdoms - multicultural brothers-in-arms in one bloody hilariously futile vanity war of which madame humanitarian holocaust clinton herself would have been just so exceedingly proud, had she not accidentally, and most regrettably, been burned alive during a tormenting trial by election, which she'd rashly rigged herself...
and together we shall build a country which vainly glorifies the stock social image of dumbed-down working-class british donkeys led, racially-wired-up and ripe for remote psycho-political manipulation, into fucking hopeless foreign battlefields, by luxuriously louche lions of the educated establishment élite, like me...all from the home-county comfort of our own neo-colonically irrigated consciences, of course...
together we shall build a country where i can continue to create terrorists who will murder our innocent children...just as in the past i've subversively recruited, trained and protected al qaeda and islamic state jihadists in order to overthrow the governments of libya and syria, steal these sovereign states' oil, and kill their citizens' children...

together we shall build a country where i may, at will or whim, summarily and secretly gag all those in the media who wish to expose my traitorous conduct in public office, my predisposition to aid and abet the enemy, and my extensive criminal record of undermining and fatally compromising british security, and endangering british lives...
and yes, i know you're all gagging for it, haha...but for ermm...cough-cough...purely operational reasons...may i remind everyone working in the press and television-media that, for the duration of this general election campaign, you are all strictly prohibited from reporting the rather damning and altogether career-stopping fact that my mi5 security service knowingly recruited, trained and protected the manchester suicide-bomber, and that, as a consequence of his officially protected status, this al qaeda-affiliated jihadist was never arrested by this or any other branch of our security services...even after he had become the subject of a joint fbi-mi5 investigation dating from mid-2016...and even after the united states fbi had explicitly warned the british mi5 security service of the manchester suicide-bomber's imminent plan to mount a terror-attack on british soil.

any questions, please?

well yes, laura...i'm glad you asked me that...
my mouth's shaped like a ghastly old gulping grouper-fish due to a very long and rewarding career sucking and slurping away on the grand old neo-conservative cock of the washington establishment...
any other questions...?
ah yes, krishnan...thank you for asking whether anyone would buy a second-hand brexit-campaign off me...
well, of course they would...they don't call me theresa mayleave for nothing, you know...
and no, michael... the wheels won't be falling off the fucking economy two minutes down the road from the general election...
trust me, i'm a shifty-arsed two-faced tory cow...
also known as...theresa the brexit-teaser...
excuse me...what was your question, john? err...what part did 'blue mountain' play in the liberation of libya from any prospect of future civil stability...?
is she a porn actress or something...?
oh sorry, yes, i see...well, obviously, as home secretary in the previous conservative government, i am fully aware that the british special air service trained al qaeda-linked islamist militants and other jihadists to fight in the illegal cia-oil-wars, which were covertly orchestrated against the libyan and syrian ré was all part of operation 'hornet's nest', the secret cia-blueprint for founding the islamic state, wasn't it, silly...?
do i do deals with terrorists...?
of course i do deals with terrorists darling...
i am a bloody terrorist, stupid...
i think the fucking sly little red cunts should all be mercilessly hunted down and destroyed...
yes, vote for me, mother terrorista of carecutta, head-nurse of the nasty party...

vote nasty: for weak and wanky government...
vote me: for weak and wanky leadership...
choose nasty brand brex-shit: weak, wanky, and very very wonky...
choose the nasty manifesto: weak, wanky, and very very wonky...
vote for a nasty government: it's weak, wanky, and very very wonky...
vote for my brand of leadership: it's weak, wanky, and very very wonky...
vote nasty: for weak and wanky government...
vote me: for weak and wanky leadership...
vote nasty: for weak and wanky government...
vote me: for weak and wanky leadership...
vote me: for weak and wanky leadership...
vote me: for weak and wanky leadership...
vote me: for weak and wanky leadership...
vote me: for weak and wanky leadership...
vote me: for weak and wanky leadership...
vote me: for weak and wanky leadership...
vote me: for weak and wanky leadership...
vote me: for weak and wanky leadership...
vote for me: and i'll go-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on until you just wanna go fucking mental, turn to islamic extremism, and blow yourself up...
vote for the nasty party...
so i can fiddle while britain burns."

reports on british government cultivation of islamist militant-networks for black-ops-warfare against the régimes of colonel gaddafi, in libya, and of president bashar al-assad, in syria - including stories currently suppressed by uk government for reasons of political expediency:


truth revealed: british intelligence received warnings of manchester bomber attack

the daily mail:

fbi 'warned mi5 in january that the manchester bomber was planning an attack on britain'

world socialist web site:

british intelligence received warnings that manchester bomber was plotting attacks

the daily mail:

peter oborne: why mi6 must share the blame for the jihadis in our midst

the canary:

the story that’s so damaging to the tories and mi6 that the evidence was suppressed [video]


terror in britain: what did the prime minister know?

middle east eye:

'sorted' by mi5: how uk government sent british-libyans to fight gaddafi

21st century wire:

arms to al-qaeda: u.s. generals admit washington has backed islamic militants in syria


libya and the manchester connection

global research:

u.s. efforts to arm jihadis in syria: the scandal behind the benghazi undercover cia facility

business insider uk:

how us ambassador chris stevens may have been linked to jihadist rebels in syria

levant report:

defense intelligence agency document: west will facilitate rise of islamic state “in order to isolate the syrian regime”


how the west created the islamic state

the telegraph:

british firm secured benghazi consulate contract with little experience


eclipse group


duane clarridge

fox news:

benghazi guards turned on us diplomats in 2012 attack, sources say

washington  examiner:

benghazi security contractor had history of failure in libya, emails show


for benghazi diplomatic security, u.s. relied on small british firm

the atlantic:

the welsh security contractor behind america's benghazi consulate guards


tag archives: blue mountain: #benghazi news: what did the arb and benghazi committee know about alamir, eclipse and xpand?

the daily mail:

why was cherie so keen to open doors for a billionaire sheikh's wife?

the guardian:

hillary clinton lobbied by cherie blair to meet qatari royal, emails reveal

the guardian:

hillary clinton emails: cherie blair lobbied for qatari crown prince

the observer:

sheikha mozah: the (un)acceptable face of qatar’s global expansion

Sunday, 9 April 2017

heart-breaking news: tony blasé still not expelled from british labour party

following an official disciplinary hearing - repeatedly and indefinitely postponed since the outset of the illegal iraq war - it has tonight been announced, by a spoke in the never-ending neo-conservative weal of socialist dialectical manipulation, that, despite the quite distinct electoral advantage which would inevitably be accrued thereby, former prime-minister tony blasé will, as-it-happens, not be thrown smirk-face-first out of the labour party, and nor will he be hung out to dry on the psycho's picket-line as a pithy poetic prelude to having his bollocks painfully employed for the purposes of playing cross-parliamentary ping-pong competitions.

indeed, according to a pretty correct and well-formed source of conventional wisdom within corbyn komsomol pressure-group more-mental, editors at spark up! further understand the extra-double-dextra-fundamental left-wing ideological position to be thus:

"whilst all true socialists appreciate that blasé is a serial wog-bombing bastard, who has assisted in the commission of a truly sick spectrum of ultra-heinous crimes against humanity, ranging from the culpable genocide of arabs in iraq, and of asians in afghanistan, right through to chronic, cruel and calculated nitrogen dioxide gas-attacks unleashed against his own british people - which were allegedly effected by employing dodgy diesel-powered wagons-of-mass-destruction as a preferred delivery system - we, as loyal labour members, none-the-less accept it to be firmly established labour party policy to ensure that former oil-primed minister mr blasé and his criminal neo-conservative accomplices never be brought to face justice of any form before any british court of law...
and, in light of this socially unconscious collective decision, we, as labour members, equally accept therefore that the british people will never again elect our nasty little neo-liberally corrupted party-on-a-cia-string to government...
we, as loyal members, instead envisaging labour purely as a pathetic party of professional perennial opposition.
wossat...? according to information provided by un petit chardonneret perched strategically upon the global gravy-strained grapevine of gratuitous gossip, tony and charming wife cheroot have, in addition to these afore-listed social misdemeanors, been busy co-ordinating with bomb-barmy buddies billy and hilly klondyke, the pentagon, mi6, as well as the royal families of quasar and swordy arabia, in an evil orchestrated effort to facilitate the clandestine arming of so-called islamic state also known as al qaeda also known as the cia...?
oh well, no-one's perfect, eh?"

Saturday, 28 January 2017

lest we remember the cunt

as he passeth undistinguished into obsolescence,
let us not remember him,
the duelling sub-democratic despot, the drone-king,
the black-and-white president, his mind set stiff in the past,
strait-laced with the stern language of sweet-mother suppression
on which he was weaned,
until a shirt so surely stuffed
with all american arrogance.
no, he will not be remembered,
the cunt,
save by the families, friends and life-lamed loved-ones of his uncounted,
but not unforgotten,
unjustly targeted victims,
for he was not a man of colour,
or a coloured-man,
who left our lives,
or leastways our limping imaginations,
filled to feel-good fantasy,
wow-wowed with the crazy kaleidoscopic colour of his wonder-words,
or exhilarating artistry
of courageously conjured civil or sporting action,
or slick-thinking science
in the ethno-irrelevant race for humanity-empowering invention,
or the sincere dare-demo-dreams
of what social-complementary course could be chosen
in the land of the free.
he was no mohammed ali or steve biko
no wellé or jairzinho
no eusébio or zico
no fela kuti or curtis mayfield
no duke ellington or ella fitzgerald
no rosa parks or jesse owens
no richard pryor or marvin gaye
no supreme or temptation
no scott joplin or marcus garvey
no donna summer or charlie parker
no tina turner or gloria gaynor
no bob marley or angela davis
no booker t washington or sydney poitier
no billie holiday or george washington carver
no lewis latimer or charles w chappelle
no jelly roll morton or paul robeson
no aretha franklin or jesse jackson
no james baldwin or gil scott-heron
and certainly no louis armstrong or martin luther king,
just the liar king,
whose right corrupt complexion of commands
bequeathed the world a clipped-left-wing,
the gaunt and cheerless guardian of guantanamo bay's
american moral retention camp,
he set no-one free,
manning the eternal offence-posts of institutional bigotry,
keeping his prize homosexual human-shield
hostage for a hundred days,
a so petulantly imprisoned pawn
in the american hardman's game
insuring against the impending prosecuting rain.
no, the vacuous verbal-froth
of this pathetically over-hyped pseudo-humanitarian president
will not be remembered,
or quoted admiringly,
by sincere school-children of history,
'cause this viciously cross grey stick of classy-roomed chalk
dictated his meaningless monotone version of liberty
in a grim gruelling gravy of ethically evaporated ideas,
holed-up high in snow-white hegemonic heaven,
where he viperously reaped the well-waged waste,
and one helluva wicked reward for his bonanza human harvest,
this great greed-hill holocaust
for a few greasy old holes in somebody else's ground,
back-seat-driven by his own sick secretary of state-subversion,
the mother-slick of cia-stealth-slaughter,
on behalf of her extremely grateful grand-theft autocrats,
infinitely well-installed in another alt-righteous country.
no, let us not remember him,
the arse-headed african-american advocate
of unaccountable overseas cultural annihilation,
who through his fearless fancy-principled fondness
for promoting never-ending neo-colonial war-crime against
defenceless africans,
defenceless arabs,
and defenceless asians,
has duly exercized the equal divine-right
of a black president
to disgrace the entire black community,
in precisely the same undignified,
unbending way in which
each white president
has traditionally never failed
in his unflinching racial duty
to disgrace the whole damn white community,
nor let us remember
the two-faced totalitarian telephone-tapper,
who let his star-spangled slip-stream
of toxic trickle-down death-threats
compulsively permeate
their leaky-lipped communication of corrosion
through the rogue repressive ranks
of his sado-supplicant supporters,
in order,
in the emotionally screened-out name of terminal moral insecurity,
to mute the middening crowd of criticism,
with extreme psychological convenience,
into the insensitive catatonic scare
of stone silent submission,
nor let us remember
the barbarian bureaucrat bomber,
who in true trumanesque tradition
of reactive remote-controlled truculence,
ferried a few-hundred-thousand poor foreign fuckers,
into a democratically enhanced eternity,
at the flick of a flash signature-switch,
from the impeccably moistured palm of his unmannered oval vestibule.
no, this glossy office gecko
was no comrade-starving stalin
or kikuyu-culling churchill,
who did his murder manually,
in propria persona,
when the case demanded,
no, this dirt-free demagobic disaster
upon due and respectful reflection,
just a democratic desk jihadist
deftly dodging the incandescent backdraft-blast
from the irate islamic inferno
which he himself had religiously stoked and poked,
stepping en pointe on the hissing hot coals of hell
like some dotty demon-dantean disco-dancer,
but still,
we must give thanks
that now his two-turn terrifying tour-of-duty
in the great ancestral white-arse orifice
is at long last,
and our former fair-weather
may hence most righteously be resuscitated,
then rakishly resurrected
and rashly restored
for to flourish all rudely abroad
with much funky music aforethought,
as fresh-garlands swung blooming
in far-gone glasnostic glam-folk celebration
at that final, fun-censoring expiration
of the puritanically correct protectorate,
a welcome wellspring watershed in [doctrinal]* wankerdom's wacky progress,  *[delete as inappropriate]
which licensed gay church-bells to ring out
their gratuitously ragged rows
of rite-appealing changes,
which caused a frantic countrywide uncorseting
of downcast comedy-houses
dimmed by decree,
and which,
incited flocks of frenzied middle-fingered maypoles
to be dotingly dusted off,
and pruriently stuck up
in a feral flurry,
for the purely provocative prancing about of,
back in the miserable,
euro-peeing mist
of missus "merry maynark" mayflower's
murkye olde englande.