Twas the night before impeachment

Twas the night before impeachment
and all across Twitter
not a conservative was stirring
And Jeffrey Epstein didn't kill himself

Memorial Day 2019

They say that in Flanders fields

wasted young lives abound,

sleeping still beneath the ground;

Yet from what I've seen of life

the waste is all around,

though walking the dead above also are found.

-- Johnny

England swings . . .

England swings like a pair of tits do
Boobies on buildings, two by two
Elizabeth Hurley the Tower of Pig Pen
The rosy-red cheeks of embarrassed children

Democrats should man-up and go full socialist and back Bernie: They're gonna lose anyway, might as well pick someone whose lunacy at least has some gravitas

Don't want no gaffe machine!

Don't need no furry queen!

Can't have no renegade cop!

Or a fake Indian tomahawk chop!

Just give us that Bernie man,

And his hurdy-gurdy socialist plan.

The many tweets of Sarah Jeong, now of The New York Times, add up to just one thing

A multitude of vulgar turds she tweets,

poured forth through soiled lips not sweet;

On men of just one tribe and race she heaps,

a steaming pile of excremental heat.

-- Johnny

Violence on the right: Takimag author floods the zone with the bilge of his own irrationality

He's no different than Antifa. Giving up on reason is never the answer.

Here:

Anyone who, like me, has spent a lot of time in discussion and argument with other people can easily see how little the rational avails. ... And that is precisely why we need a civil war. ... There are so many bad ideas, and such moral rot, that only war can rid us of the many pathologies that obviate culture and democracy alike. Only war can bring us to a state of affairs in which people, having serious problems to face, will have a more reasonable perspective and stop griping about safe spaces, white supremacy, toxic masculinity, and all the tiresome rest. Only war will send our politicians the message that Americans will not abide their cynical manipulations and refusal to do what is best for us.

In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Columbus sailed the ocean blue, But down in the bilge, and with just one foot, Pumping away was Chris DeGroot, says Johnny.

Laugh of the Day: Snow for Easter

Snow for Christmas

snow for Easter

livin' in Michigan

frosts my keister

Barry Manilow: It Looks Like He Faked It

There once was a Jew named Pincus

who thought all along he'd hoodwinked us

He made the girls swoon as Manilow

but lived with a guy on the down-low

He's out now the queer, in his wrinkles.

A little satire on French economist Thomas Piketty, by yours truly

Thomas Piketty has written a big book,

whose thesis is rickety says Bloomberg's Clive Crook,

mistaken about wages both minimum and higher,

for which Diana Furchtgott-Roth says he's a liar.

Entitled Capital in the Twenty-First Century,

its accumulators he'd put in a penitentiary,

while millions now equal (in the theory of this novel),

would no doubt end-up together in a hovel.

We petits rentiers are his "fairly disturbing" problem,

the progeny of capitalism (for Marxists the hobgoblin),

successfully multiplying left and right like rabbits,

Oui! because of our unequal work ethic and habits.