Friday, September 16, 2022

Hip Hop running Atlanta politics

After living in Buckhead for seven years and watching it get overtaken by violent crime and hip hop-related shootings and warring gangs, I'm not sure why these so-called artists are so proud to claim power and responsibility publically in a self-incriminating way.

Everything in the news being about defunding alleged racist police (including the majority-black force), seems like a conflict of interest when known gangsters are "running" the city, according to them and the mayor, who stands by their side. No wonder Buckhead wants to become it's own city separate from Atlanta and have a dedicated police force. Take a lesson from the cartels running territories in Mexico, fueled by drugs, car theft rings, robberies, strip clubs, prostitution and human trafficking.

https://www.politico.com/news/magazine/2022/09/16/atlanta-rappers-politics-00054671

Thursday, September 15, 2022

Dog penitentiary


Last night around 10:30pm, a friend’s neighbor called animal control because her dog barked. A uniformed woman with a walkie actually showed up at the door at this late hour of the night and said she would have to put the dog in some kind of incarceration center for 10 days, else pay $1000 per day. This was only the first complaint. 

Is this where all the police went?

If someone calls this hotline every time a dog barks, they'll have to build a pet penitentiary.


When toy dogs start getting the hairy eyeball from Pitbulls, their families will be sending care packages of sharpened bones wrapped in bacon and rolled-up newspapers filled with quarters. 


Retrievers will undoubtedly get caught hiding tennis balls in their mouths, and submissive dogs will shave all the fur between their tail and back ankles. Doggie saggin'.


They'll soon form packs and rivalries - The Good Boys vs The Bad Dogs vs Ya Stupid Mutts, The Mongrels vs The Pure Breds, and The Sit, Rollover and Play Deads vs The Sump'n Stinky Rollers. 


They'll abandon their domesticated names and adopt their own based on Canine-onics - exotic names like Barky Bark, Ruffy Ruff, Bowy Wow, and Woofy Woof. 


On occasion, somebody might chuck a cat into the pin and they'll riot until the guard dogs show up, dangling jerky treats and commanding them to sit and stay. 


Then, they will all be put in time-out to calm down, watching their favorite reality shows: Fetch Idol, Cat Tank, Fire Hydrants of Atlanta, The Slow Mailman, Who Rolled in It, Anyway?, Canines in Cars with their Heads Out the Window Having Kefir, Honey Where'd I Bury the Bone, and The Bastard.


But, only after they finish their community service, making dog tags and picking up poo on the side of the road.


Cats, of course, will go to a separate facility for purring too loudly, though it is rumored some dogs are having species reassignment to mix into the cat population, including the famous Cat-lyn Jenner and the infamous Cheshire Manning.


A revolutionary icon will rise, Collie Cat-pernick (who can't catch a frisbee or mice) parlaying his flagging appeal as a human companion into a symbol worthy of sponsorship.


A statue of Fluffy will be erected and packs of dogs and colonies of cats will march across every continent, funded by Purina and broadcast on Animal Planet.  


Thereafter, cats in hoodies will smash windows at Pet Smart followed by dogs dragging out bags of kibble and squeaky toys, and marking territory with "ADCAP" - All Dog Catchers are People.


Eventually, footage of Fluffy running off-leash, barking and nipping at the neighbor's ankles will be circulated, but by then all will be forgotten and they'll prop up an old dog to bark new tricks. 


"Buh-buh-buh-bark. No, no, I mean ruh-ruh-ruff, aww, c'mon, man! Woo-woo-woof, you know, the thing!"


No doubt, Clifford the Big Red Dog is behind all of this.


Orange Dog Bad!






Saturday, September 3, 2022

Waiting for Go’Dosh

 


Waiting for Go’Dosh


Libs are just grown-ups who never stopped rebelling against their parents. 


Impotently broadcasting their hipster tattoos and atheism on social media.


All dressed up and nowhere to go but Twitter and Instagram. 


Rebels without a cause. 


Until the media and some corporate sponsor comes along and paves another road for them to burn and loot.


The problem is how they gobble up invented causes they can imagine feeling strongly about and act out their make-believe. 


Their make-beliefs. 


Don’t burst their bubble, it would be a sacrilege. 


Heretic! Infidel!


They’re atheists, but they make up for it by being dogmatically politically correct and devoid of context.


Literal, humorless and intolerant. You know, fundamentalists.


I’ll bet they pray to Gosh.


Thank Gosh!


One of Gosh’s ten commandments was:


“Thou shalt stay up late having cookies and milk whilst binge watching Netflix.”


Gosh is so jealous of God.


“One nation under Gosh! I’m the populist deity, Gosh darn it!”


Gotta protect the brand. 


And evangelize the brand. By clothing the children.


Osh Kosh. By Gosh.


We are all Gosh’s children. But, it takes a village.


And evangelize the brand by feeding the children.


Gosh is great, Gosh is good, let us thank’um for our food. Amen.


At this rate, we’re all praying to Gosh to be first in line before the food runs out.


Somebody had better multiply those loaves and fishes.


We’re all standing here, waiting for Go’Dosh.




Backstory:


What does a guilty agnostic say? (Yes, I'm said guilty agnostic).


“Thank Gosh.”


I would’ve said “Thank God”, but the rules tell me not to use the name in vain, then I caught myself and realized I’m grateful, so it’s okay. 


But I was just uttering an idiom in vain. 


Oh, right, I am grateful. It's okay. “Thank God”. 


Wait, do I mean the idiom or the deity? 


Am I stepping toward the light, like a good boy should? Or am I just fooling myself, like Dumbo holding his feather? 


Oh, fuck it, I’m grateful. 


What was I grateful about? I had this thought sitting on the commode, I don't remember.


And then, I just passed it on and lampooned the liberals. Amen.