Friday, June 12, 2020

National Strike

National strike, General strike
Call it whatever a thing you might like
Society’s getting poorer each day
Poorer in  figur’tive and lit’ral ways
And for tools to change it, we’re almost bereft
I’m dearly afraid we have but one left
We’ve got to hit hard in the one place it hurts
If ever to give out and get just desserts
Though it may seem drastic, nothing works like
National strike. National strike

The system is rigged. That's established fact
Elections are tilted, the courts are all stacked
Wealth buys power. Simple enough for ya?
We see it before us. It’s not paranoia
And it’s wrong. No denying. It’s foul and it’s strange
But from inside the system the system won’t change
We must force the rulers who rule to amend it
By using the only leverage that can bend it.
Violence won’t work. Don’t need heads on pikes
National strike. National strike.

80 percent want background checks
Can’t get that done
60 percent want a green new deal
Can’t get that done
Two-thirds want to vote by mail
Can’t get that done
The problem with democracy?
We don’t have one

Protests are fine Protests are great
Something to do when we all get irate
But when media’s run by Billionaire jerks
The narrative’s sidelined and they just don’t work
They can always deflect to get back to the norm
As long as Fox News has it’s well-heeled platform
The Truth is our ally in this class war
But they’ve made sure there isn’t Truth anymore
Until we at least get a turn at the mic
National strike. National strike.



This won’t get solved by folks out in the streets
Or timely facebook posts nor viral tweets
Or angry op-eds or vocal objections
Or blog posts or Insta or Zoom comment sections 
This will get solved only once we take ‘way
The thing we still hold that still holds any sway
The only thing the ruling class cares about
Their making of wealth in obscene amounts
Sometimes you must take away the addict’s pipe
National strike. National strike.

We’ll never outspend them, never out sway them
That’s not a thing we can do
But our labor they need. They live on our backs.
When we kneel, they have to kneel too.

In a more perfect world, with a more perfect we
Democracy fixes it all One two three.
But the system’s corrupted in way that’s not funny
Pols don’t chase votes anymore, they chase money
And money, my colleagues, my homies, my friends
There ain’t much of that to be found on our end
So with a system so brutal corrupted
The labor supply needs to be interrupted
With the one thing our overlords really dislike

National strike. National strike!

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Trump is an Alien



When it finally comes out that Trump is and always was an alien from outer space sent down to destroy humanity from within, we’re all gonna feel pretty stupid. I mean, the dude is bright orange for crying out loud! It’s gonna be quite the head slapper. We really should have seen that coming.

He’s not even that good a simulation of a human being, right? That simulation is flawed. They messed up the software. He’s clearly still in beta testing, but they rolled him out anyway and 44% of us fell for it.

Would you really be surprised if he was just what an alien thinks a human being is sort of like? “I don’t know. Humans talk about how great they are all the time don’t they? They aren’t capable of compassion are they? Because programming compassion would take a lot of time and 2016 is right around the corner… Tell you what, we’ll give him spite, vanity and vengeance as far as emotions go, but nothing complex. Tight skedj here!”

The fuckers didn’t even bother making him a NATURAL HUMAN COLOR! And we (well, 44% of we...) bought it.

And he’s working out perfectly for them. He’s warming up the planet to just the temperature they want. “It’s all a Venusian… I mean a Chinese hoax!” He’s got everyone mistrusting everyone by race, ethnicity, and population density. Divide and conquer. No way humanity is rising up Independence Day style. Nope. He ain’t no Bill Pullman. (I would totally swap Bill Pullman for him right now, no questions asked. Straight up trade today, no backsies.)

It is the perfect blueprint for taking over another planet, if we ever get to that level of advancement. (Which thanks to Trump and his fear of science, we likely never will now.) 5 easy steps:

1. Install a “leader” in the planet’s most powerful country.
2. Lie 18,000 times in 3 years.
3. Let him work his orange magic teaching that the only way forward is to hate, fear and divide.
4. Make sure he never wears a tan suit. Oh the scandal! The scandal!
5. Make Pluto Great Again!

We’ll have them drinking bleach in no time.

Sunday, April 05, 2020

They Drown

New poem:

There’s a child in a pool
Water it can be so cruel
See him there, for the third time, he’s going down
Oh he’s not doing well
So he’s raising holy hell
And while you ask, “Why’s he screaming?”
He drowns.
While you ask, “Why’s he screaming?”
He drowns.


There are people on a boat
Trying hard to stay afloat
It’s aflame and taking water all around
They send up an SOS
Reasons for which you can guess
And while you ask “Why are they screaming?”
They drown
While you ask, “Why’s he screaming?”
They drown.


It always seems quite telling
That we fixate on the yelling
And we never seem to ask why that’s the case
Folks scream out that they’re boned
All we’re concerned with is the tone
And that there is our national disgrace


See the frogs in the hot water
How we tell them that they oughta
Get out of there, their situation stinks
But they boil and they choke
They quite literally croak
We ask “Why the screaming?” as
Their precious species go extinct.


It isn’t so heroic
To think yourself quite stoic
And cop a laissez faire attitude
To watch them desperate trying 
Then tell them “while you’re dying,
Could you please spare us all the drama there dudes?”


As The ocean levels rise
To absolutely none’s surprise
And many of us see what’s going down
Because we’re going under
Lord, we raise a royal thunder
And while you say “Why are they screaming?”
We all drown.
While you say “Why the screaming?”
We all drown.
While you say “Why are they screaming?”
Everybody drowns

Friday, August 31, 2018

Worship. A poem

Show me what you have and I’ll show you what you worship
I see the Mother with her seven children
I see the Husband dote upon his wife.
I see the preacher with his private helicopter

Show me what you have and I will show you what you worship
I see the Diva soaking up her fame.
I see the Comedian driving bar to bar, joke to joke.
I see the preacher with his shiny gulfstream

Show me what you have and I will show you what you worship
I see the Politician and his war chest.
I see the General and all his arsenal.
I see the preacher and his golden watch.

Show me what you have and I will show you what you worship
I see the Artist in a garage of canvases, reeking of oils
I see the Mechanic covered black in grease with rough scarred hands
I see the preacher clad in Armani before an awestruck throng of rubes

Show me what you have and I will show you what you worship
I see the Surfer, sandy tied to longboard.
I see the Addict shaking, lighter in hand.
I see the preacher in his megachurch of crystal.

Show me what you have and I will show you what you worship
I see the Librarian and a sea of books
I see the Scientist and a mountain of data
I see the preacher and his multi-media global empire

Show me what you have and I will show you what you worship
I see the writer with not much more than this poem
I see the monk with faith, a robe, a hard floor to sit on.
I see the preacher with his giant piles of other people’s cash.

Show me what you have.
Show me what you have.

Show me what you have and I will tell you

Monday, August 20, 2018

Adam

God knew Adam before he was born. He knows everything, so this was not a surprise.
Controlling time and space as he does, He pulled Adam aside, touched him by the finger
as is commemorated and asked him if he was prepared for the task ahead of him. God
showed compassion to Adam, because, despite the current evangelical opinion, God
wasn't a bad person. He just wasn’t a person. At all.
God gave Adam a choice. Such as it was. God gave Adam a choice.


God spoke. God asked:


Adam,
said God, in his most person-like persona:


I will make you the first man. The only man for a while. And the fleeting fame therewith.


It will go badly. You will die. Bad choices will be made. Blame will falsely fall. All would
have died anyway, but all subsequent death will be blamed on you. The original.


Your sons will be murderers, victims, and excuses. You will bear a world so corrupt it needs
be reconstructed and redone over. Millions drowned. World rid of your hateful offspring
by baptism of all but eight. A Baptism of no further breath… Then the whole world will start
over with the same exact awfulness. A flood proven pointless.


Generations upon generations will issue from there. It will not go well. There will be pain.
And all of it will date back to you. All of that pain will in some way I suppose, be yours to
bear.


There will be still-births. Hope snuffed out by me and blamed on you. So often that it won’t
be talked about. Children, all, smited by my righteousness but mostly by my whim. And no
mortal knowing the difference of the two. As if they might matter. Blamed on you.


And then, my dear Adam. Oh, you do not know what this is yet. My greatest joke on you
perhaps.
But it is called war. And what a waking nightmare that is my friend.
(For Adam was God’s friend. As I’ve said. God is not a horrible person. It’s just that he is
not a person…)


War my friend. This will be worse than all of it. You will have millions of children! Oh
glorious day! Who would not want this?  But then they will kill each other! Oh! Will they
kill each other! Millions will kill each other! With the Jawbone of an ass. Then with a
sling full of stones.Then sword and sword and sword and sword… Arrows and arrows.
Bullets and bullets, then bombs and bombs.
Not always in my name. True mostly in my name.  But not always. I shall take solace in that,
though solace means little to me. I made solace for you, but not nearly enough of it.


There will be crusades where prisoners are taken and days upon days are spent executing
them with swords, one by one, because they can not be fed and hatred would deem that
even if they could, they wouldn’t be. Blood. On sand. On water. On the richest loam and
over the most fervent crops. For every excuse the landscape gives, ten times that much
violence. It is not the land that makes the bloodshed, it is your children, Adam. Your children
shall kill and kill and never be worthy of me or the conversation we’re having right now.


And have I mentioned Famine? And Pestilence? Your children will think it cliche, but they,
with War and Death will eternally be there. They shall ever ensure that only the pettiest,
the greediest and the self-servingest of your children shall survive. Sure, some will figure
out what math and logic are, but that will only make the other deaths more tragic..
Twenty-thousand years of illogical pain before logic is even invented. And all that that
discovery will give your children is more shame. More shame than your eternal soul will be
able to bear.


Oh! And! said God. And and and and and!
Have I not mentioned the gas chambers? The genocides? Do I even need to?
Are you still even listening at this point? And such will happen over and over and over
again… Your children who are different than your children killing your children who are
different than your children...
Cain killing Abel six million times. Abel killing Cain six billion more.


Hatred, hatred, hatred. Busloads of children on a bus destroyed in an instant by bombs
they never saw coming. Bombs that they never imagined existing. Babies. Born to the
wrong place. Babies born to the wrong time. To the wrong “race?”  But they are your babies,
born to your Earth. It is not a good world Adam. It is no world you want.
Said God, as human as he could be, though not being human, he couldn’t be.


Adam my dear Adam,
I have little hope for your children.
I see all that is and can be.
Adam, I don’t see any chance for your children.
Adam, I don’t see any future for your children
Adam, I don’t see any one thing that can possibly save your children.


So tell me Adam. Said God  (who was not a bad guy,though not a guy.)


Will you take on this task? Will you be the first man?
Knowing all I have told you. Knowing the past, present and future. Will you be the
progenitor of humanity and all the doom it entails? Will you make this bargain?
Will you take this on?

And, after only but a moment’s unnecessary thought...


Said Adam:









“If you throw in LAUGHTER... you’ve got a deal….”

THE END
Thanks for reading.
-winlar

Monday, February 06, 2017

He's Not A Real Christian


I was born an evangelical
My family worships god
So this the last election,
Well I found it pretty odd
That so-called evangelicals
Gave whole-hearted support
To a man who acts so much more like
The devil than the lord
So I feel there’s something I must say
to evangelicals
About the guy they voted for
Come on guys, what the hell?
He’s not a real Christian
He’s not a real Christian
He’s not a real C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N
You were born yesterday
If you think he’s born again
He’s not Christian.
Never a Christian
Ya’ best wise up and wise up quick
He’s not a real Christian
He’s just a dick

I’ve listened to his speeches
They’re really all quite witless
No respect for God’s command
thou shalt not bear false witness
He stirs up hatred daily
and he whines like a boss
Clearly acting like HE was the
one up on the cross
No other gods before God?
Well, it could not be clearer
The only god he ever worships
He sees in the mirror.
He’s not a real Christian
He’s not a real Christian
He thinks enough arrogance and greed’ll
Get his camel through the eye of a needle
Not Christian
Such a fake Christian
He’s selfish immature, his soul is sick
He’s not a real Christian
He’s just a dick
Bridge
He’s full of hate and vengeful
Jesus said turn the other cheek
He’s a freakin’ ego maniac
Blessed are the meek
He can’t get enough of torture
Jesus preached empathy
He’s trying to close our borders
Jesus was a refugee
Don’t you see?
He’s not a real Christian
He’s not a real Christian
His racist xenophobic Muslim ban
Our Lord and Savior would not be a fan
Not Christian
He’s such a fake Christian
His outlook’s positively Satan-ic
He’s not a real Christian,
He’s just a dick.
So come on evangelicals
Don’t tell me this liar
Is really who you’ve gone and picked
To be your new messiah
Or is this bogus holy talk
All just a clever ruse
To give your inner racist self
A biblical excuse?
If that’s the case, then I’m afraid
I’ve got one more refrain
And it goes out to you until you grow yourself a brain
You’re not a Christian
You’re not a Christian
Jesus said “Give unto Ceasar”
Not grab married women by the beaver
Fake Christian
Don’t be a fake Christian
Jump the heck off of his sinking ship
C’mon become real Christian
Don’t be a dick.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Inauguration Song


He’s gonna make America great again

He’s gonna do nothing but win, win, win

He’s drain the swamp and bring coal jobs back

He’s gonna end all future terrorist attacks

He’s gonna teach us the meaning of freedom.

Oh.

And he likes to get peed on.



2

He’s unpresidented, there’s no disputin’

He’s ain’t no puppet of old Vlad Putin

He’ll bring to the office his logic and reason

He’ll lead us all without a hint of treason

Forget majority rule, let’s just speed on

Oh,

And he likes to get peed on...



Bridge

Oh the evangelicals love him so!

He’s friends with both Corinthians, you know!

They came and voted for him in reams

He must symbolize their Freudian dreams

He’s their new messiah, no dispute

What would Jesus do? With Russian prostitutes?


3
So bask in the warm stream of your vote

To put the USA into a leaky Russian boat

You can’t believe a word he’s ever said

But your in bed with him now, so try not to get wet

Wear your galoshes and just proceed on

would it really surprise you

If he also likes to eat poo?


Friday, November 11, 2016

An open letter to Elizabeth Warren


Dear Senator Warren,
I am certain that you must receive thousands of emails urging you to run for president. That decision is yours and yours alone to make, but should you decide to run for that office, may I please implore you to announce your candidacy as soon as possible? America needs you to run for president NOW. 

America needs hope now. America needs to see an alternative now. Not a year from now. Not during the next political season. Right now.

When Americans think there is no alternative to a president, the ability to resist said president is compromised. Bush was able to pass draconian tax cuts in his first days. We can not afford to give this president-elect a cloak of apathy to take this nation his racist, deceptive and undemocratic direction. We need to see that there’s another way. A better way. A better person, a better direction, a better leader and that that leader is visible just ahead on the horizon. Without light at the end of this tunnel, I fear what a nation in despair will fall to.

I know that you will provide loud opposition from your position in the senate. But that is simply not the same and will not incur the same coverage as being an active candidate for the office of president of the United States.  Since you will be boisterous in defiance anyway, why not do it from a visible platform? The media hardly covers politics unless there is a “horse race.” Loud opposition from the floor of the senate simply doesn’t resonate like campaign rallies, stump speeches, canvassing, voter outreach, yard signs. Imagine the impact on the discussion a full-on presidential campaign would create.

Your candidacy could really help turnout in the midterms. Low voter turnout always dooms the left. But your candidacy could turn 2018 into a referendum. You could get out the vote endorsing candidates, and raise the profile of house and senate candidates. As you know, Republicans have ludicrously gerrymandered congressional districts so the lift is heavy indeed. The ground work on retaking the house needs to begin today under the full shining light of a presidential campaign.

And even if we can’t change the house and senate, such active and vibrant attention could change the debate and force this awful man in office to change the debate.  Fear of your presence on the political scene could force him and the GOP to change their ambitions. You may force them into “Me too” political decisions that would greatly aid the country.

I know it is a big ask. Two years of campaigning can be exhausting, and I am asking that you do four. But a majority of American voters are already with you! The popular vote is already on your side! Democracy demands that someone give our 50% a voice. You would start at the top of the hill, going downwards. Every minute you wait means movement backwards. Let’s keep pushing from day one to turn our majority into actual majority rule.

Thank you for all you have done and continue to do for our nation. I honestly think that the majority of your contribution to our country lies ahead in our future. Our very very very near future. The nearer the better.

Yours in democracy,
-Brian Wennerlind