Dear Mr. President: (2017Jul19)


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Wednesday, July 19, 2017                                                2:52 PM

Dear Mr. President:   (2017Jul19)

Don’t lecture us that ‘Obamacare will fail’. The Presidency should embody a figurehead, not a scolding schoolmarm. And stop pointing fingers, you ‘whiny little bitch’ (credit: Bill Maher)—the last thing a President should ever do is try to shift blame. If our fearless leader is looking around, mewling, “Who, me?” then how will that make America look, to the rest of the world? I don’t mind you embarrassing yourself—you obviously enjoy it, and I could give a damn—but as far as making America a laughingstock—that I don’t appreciate.

Don’t think we failed to notice you’re unable to talk policy specifics with thorny issues like healthcare—we knew you were ignorant about it, going in, and we know you’re a seventy-year-old putz who can’t learn anything new, even if you had the will to do it. Your sales schpiel is all you have in the way of managerial skill—you never need to know anything, just push others to do it and blame them if they fail.

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Undoing Obama’s work towards addressing the threat of climate change may have garnered you a few points with your racist base—but everyone else, in America, and in the entire world, sees it as proof of your idiocy. Your helpless flailing, when it comes to healthcare, tax reform, immigration, or education—pairs nicely with the Republican majority’s dog-who-finally-caught-the-car act.

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Let’s face it—you and your ignorant GOP legislators are typical bullies, becoming enraged, to hide your suspicions that your opponents are correct—and overturning the table because the board-game isn’t going your way. Understand me—it’s no crime to be slow-witted, we aren’t judging you for that, but enforcing ignorance is a crime against nature and man.

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Improv – Statz-Platz (2012Nov23) by Xper Dunn


Fellow netbots–please help me match some or all of this music to the lyrics below.

No prizes will be given. But you would have braggin rights as co-song-writer–if, indeed, ANY song lies between these notes and these words….

Statz-Platz (“The YouTube Song”)


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Rode me down Statz-Platz.

Search hotels I could dwell in.

Linking the hyper– up to all th’-nets

Search-engine’s set to find digital gets.

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My i-Pad‘s gone hay-wire;

M’laptop‘s on hold;

My back-up’s still Fire-wire;

I’m grabbin’ coins gold;

My brain’s in some Cloud;

My hotspot’s too cold;

And your ring-tone‘s too loud

If your version’s too old.

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Rode me down Statz-Platz.

Look’d in Windowsreal-time

Left my ride, going Hands-Free  to

Truck’d down the Ave.s— Pod’s ear-buds thrummin’

Both m’lungs breathing

In all of that Analog air.

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My i-Pad‘s gone hay-wire;

M’laptop‘s on hold;

My back-up’s still Fire-wire;

I’m grabbin’ coins gold;

My brain’s in some Cloud;

My hotspot’s too cold;

And your ring-tone‘s too loud

If your version’s too old.

                                              -Xper Dunn           Jan. 6th, 2013