Start Walkin’ !

Our nation, laces untied and dragging in the mud,
stands in need of a massive re-boot.

Fancy Nancy promises to pull us all up by her own bootstraps and bring heeling to our downtrodden soles. Her empowering peripatetic philosophy, while considered Neo-Aristotelian by some, is exactly what we need in order for our national malaise to come to a bumping, grinding halt.

 

Stoking the Pussyfires

Hey you! In the vagina-hat,
frumpy feminist dressed in pink;
we men (what do you make of that)
would love to know just what you think.

We’ve heard of “ass-hats”, anyway.
But we can see the other side:
it’s orificial bombs away
as bridegrooms now behold the bride.

Gynecology on parade:
how weird. You think it makes your point?
It’s more a vaginal charade,
and promises to disappoint.

You say your cap evokes your pussy;
feline foolishness, I say.
It’s cat in bag when fems get fussy
showing patriarchs the way.

Show us yours and we’ll show our own.
Well, actually—it’s kind of cold
to whip it out right here downtown…
We’ll grant you this: you chicks are bold.

Your choice-aborted progeny,
disposed of in the clinic’s trash,
might blame you for misogyny—
though spared the curse of diaper rash.

We’ll keep abreast of all you do,
chanting, marching, fists in air…
yet still, you seem a silly crew
aflush with zeal (and pubic hair).

But must it always come to this:
biology devoid of God ?
Exteriorizing, hit and miss,
the secrets of your aging bod…

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It would be interesting to know how many of the useful idiots donning “pussy hats” at Saturday’s massive “Women’s March on Washington” had any idea—or even cared to know—who the principal organizers of the event were. The answer is undoubtedly close to zero, since the purpose of the entire charade—like all leftist charades—was merely to give the participants an opportunity to publicly signal their own moral superiority while smearing—as racists and fascists—anyone who doesn’t accept socialism, identity politics, and perpetual grievance mongering as the ultimate expressions of the American Dream.

Full article by John Perazzo at FRONT PAGE

Marching to Hell

Dedicated to all the enlightened women,
progressives and social justice warriors
marching, disrupting,  and having public tantrums
in and around our nation’s capitol
up to and including January 21st.

Auguries of Inauguration:

Masked back-packing militants descend on DC. The instigators’ antics indicate true agitator’s instincts. When the rest buy it, the best…riot?  Putin set the precedent by rootin’ for the President. As for the protestors—are they seeking to serve justice or just the Secret Service? Joined by thousands of patriot motorcyclists, the black-masked boast of hikers may be lost on a host of bikers. Hmmmm… the silent verve of our veteran friends proves that the violent serve wicked ends. The verge of silence may mean a surge of violence.

While snowflakes melt down, the state will clamp down as militants storm town. Eastern sages know: a mean Taoist turned teen Maoist may raise the base rating for race-baiting just to get a rise. Erasing a different face is not the same as facing a different race (and many of these mad Taoists seem a tad Maoist to me…) Opening the trunk, one forgets that elephants remember: when the mob rules, they rob mules. Democratic icons are stubborn things. Until the bandits are punished let’s banish the pundits to the hinterlands of fake news.

It’s inauguration time, Dumbo.

 

music credit: Daniel Johnston