Proud Boys.


Let’s shake a floor.


Can’t cut the mustard.

Sweaty little drill fucks.

Fuck with their socks on.

Whiskey dicked.

Scared boys.

Poor Boys.

Broke boys.

Wannabe tough Boys.

a butcher, a baker and candlestick maker walk into a bar.

Did you see the tank they brought to the vigil?

Cops in Vancouver put out a call to local militia to stand back and stand by.

“Proud Boys, stand back, stand by.” Donald Trump.

They even dressed up as their hero for All Hallows Eve, Kyle Rittenhouse.






Wo man.


a secret.

Held in mind.

I am different.

a speckled egg.

Put a lid on that.

Don’t Fund Me

Trying to solve a Caesar cipher, while Rome burns?

Redistribution gone viral.



Absolutely nothing changes. Incremental change? Our world gets turned upside down and we are left to deal with it. Pick up the pieces? You’ve left us no peace to pick up.

Your blows are cushioned. You watch it from your high rise and play it out on tv as if this is what reality looks like. Slapping, kicking, tossing drinks on each other…. see, just like you. The only difference, we’re dying out here.

Open up a winery, donate the first glass thrown to …. No child goes hungry tonight? Mommy needs PPE so she can work to feed me? Why don’t you start a fundraiser for Medicare for all? I’m sure if we added up all the different celebrity fundraisers we could cover the cost of Medicare for all. Call it a fundraiser instead of taxes, easier to swallow.

Fundraising for masks. Fundraisers for chemo. Fundraising for ventilators. Fundraising for healthcare. Could you put your name on that? Just make sure the pirate in charge doesn’t steal it, add sales tax and relabel it MAGA healthcare to sell it back to you. .  



Blind as a mother fucking bat. I can see in the dark, you built me for this shit. Wash that down with a big glass of bleach.


Don’t worry Nancy, I got this.