Awright awright  riddle me this

Seriously?

Ya gotta play along I feel Ive been left out in the coldsomehow missed the memo  besides youve three boys on-line literate Ive a daughter Yacant expect her to keep me up to snuff on all the acronyms vernacular terminology horseshit  that passes as information on Twitter Facebook Reddit   All again  horseshit

                                                                                   People arent attune to the fact that unknown others are taking a Stanley Steamer on their chests then packing their earsstuffing their eyes with it They thinkthey think theyre informed

Okay. I hear you.  What?

Tom Cot Ton

Tom Cot Ton?

Yes

Tom Cotton.  Arkansas senator?

Yes

Tom Cot Ton?

Yes  Tom Cot Ton Simple whitewashed Trump acolyte making his play for the future

What about him?

On the Senate floor this past week he carried on about the Obelisk of Wokeness and Cancel Culture echoing Ivankas whine about being disinvitedshe wasnt she was simply made a menu item at Commencement at Wichita State She wasnt required listening Got her panties in a bunch Which isnt to sayWichitas to say I wouldnt help a sister out yank her free of her bunching panties

What a fuckin gentleman.

Yah I dont agree with her politics or probably much anything else except  shes got a pussy and Im not one to deny a pussy held tight and close

Probably a righteous pussy  porn qualityhuh

Had to say, couldn’t let it go?

Had to Yaknow me

I do. Yet somehow . . I just . . . didn’t . .

. . Fuck youya know me

I do.

Your problemif I may  youre straitlaced too muchstill influenced by your father I suppose something bout me wants to loosen you up helpya untie your laces  Cuz Im allbout springin em gettin things busted outout into the open  Well call it  transparency

An  transparently  Id eat it                                 

Fuckin guy!

Yawouldnt eat it 

Manoh man!

Yawouldnt eat  

Id stand her on her head an eat her like an ice cream cone

You can stop.

I couldthough Im digging my visuals

But if you must  Ifya have to  I can return to my riddle me this  Tom Cot Ton

Thank you.  What about Mr. Cot Ton?

Wokeness  Obelisk of Wokeness  Does anybody buy that that came out of his brain  Then his badgering cancel culture like he an Ivanka are nursing from the same titWhere that shit come from  Wokeness

Wokeness reared its head . . like . a year ago, I think.

Wokeness

Like being awakened, becoming socially aware; woke. Woke, unlike yourself, who, since I’ve known you, have been, sometimes, unbearably, awake; woke.

Thank you

Actually, thank you. Almost singlehandedly you’ve kept me, made me aware.

Shucks he acted like hewas digging his toe in dirt Golly then laughed at his theatrics Woke sounds black to mesounds jivin an given Cot Tons indifference to black peoplehis crassness on par with the White House he shouldnt be whas the wor . . got it   coopting wokeness its terminology   Lingo

What a fuck

I agree. But somebody hearing him, who supports him, would buy into his wor . .

. . Sounds like a fool

He’sha  hip.

Yah  Hip

Cot Tons hip

1453,  Monday,  15  6. 20 

1027,  Twosday,  16  6. 20 

This is a Man's World

Trust me. https://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow-show/administration-s-half-trillion-dollar-transparency-problem-n1231156?cid=eml_mra_20200616

          Trust themtrust the president and his wannabe oligarchshis slipshod horses ass lieutenants

                                                                                                           NO

if he remembered correctly about trust something his old man shared with him when he wasnt a teenager yet

trying to remember he thought it was three but he could only recall two

                                                                           The checks in the mailAhh he did remember Never trust a man who says “Trust me.” how fuckin blatant was that an the thirdnot the least which tickled him an will always tickle him – he wasnt a teenager -- for a woman Never trust a man who says he wont cum in your mouth

men seem to take all the grief

which suggested to him men caused the majority of it 

                                                        Fuckin entitled an aint a damn thing more entitled than a white American man

Hmm maybe that was his old mans intentionhis allusion  but he buried it with a bawdy joke

1543,  Twosday,  16  6. 20

James Brown  This is a Man’s World  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wd1-HM234DE

I cant breathe

               horrific testament of Mr. George Floyd Mr. Eric Garners deaths  possibly the last unheard words of black men shot in the back running away IDd  possibly Black Panther Fred Hampton

indubitably if we could heartheir familys couldnt hear the victims of the novel coronavirus which could have been what they would have said if they were conscious

Think America might etch I Cant Breathe as a motto onto a paper currency possibly to replace In God We Trust

might be farfetched but it aint unworthy of consideration until its stopped

1632,  Twosday,  16  6. 20

https://www.thenation.com/article/world/antiblack-racism-africa-us/

he grimacedremembering the Ice smeared with blood dragged  was no different at the rink than it had been on the frozen lake

sunset 

       the blood in the sunsets hue had a exotic translucent quality  REDacrylic

                                                                                    almost asif the same brush was used

it wasnt sable  stiffer  less hair count

figureskaters collided after long lazy stretching glides then sudden spirals

he heard the girls seemed unaware of each other somewhere up in their headssomewhere in flights of interior music

it made him think of runners highswhich he didnt suffered he disliked running unless he was chasing a ball or a woman  he got high swimming long distance the rhythm the breaths  flyingflying in waterunder water

a skaters throat was slashedshe knew she was in trouble she crawleddragged herself through her blood 

he didnt see her

they rushed her away

he heard the siren

he saw the blood

                  he didnt think anyone could survive losing that much blood  or so it seemed 

he didnt take his skates slung over his shoulder off

he was visiting

he left the next day and didnt hear

he heard the gunshotthe whine of the bullet over his head

the deer were coming out of the trees into the harvested cornfields to browse corn rows there left unpicked

he thought it was cheating                                      

the farmers in the bar gave him reasons

he called them excuses  You’re not from around here are you, boy?

he thought if he were boys the farmers wouldnt talk that way

a boy might be able to hand a couple their ass

boys might be able to hand them all their ass

it was early yet

dusk

he wasnt boys yet

No Im not from around here Although I can suppose its easierless work to bushwhack an animal

the bullet whined over his head

behind him he heard the thump the cry the hooves pound the snow their brittle sound on ice

it wasnt a killing shot

a light snow beganthe wind out of the west it smelled like a heavier snow was coming

he went out on the ice

he saw the blood

the bloodsmear

                he didnt think an animal could survive after losing that much blood   aggravated acrylicRED

sunsetting

ahead the iceshelf gave way to blackwater

he didnt see the deer

1355,  Sunday,  23  12. 18

2250,  Sunday,  14  6. 20

D'ya remember the coronavirus?

barker and center ring clown touts  @realDonaldTrump “Almost One Million people request tickets for the Saturday Night Rally in Tulsa, Oklahoma!  6:28 AM – Jun15, 2020”  https://www.forbes.com/sites/tommybeer/2020/06/15/trump-says-nearly-1-million-people-have-requested-tickets-to-tulsa-rally/#441032965289

the fat mans so full of shit

Tulsa will be his Inauguration Day redux hes gonna miss Sean Spicer to spin it  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IyGwxeK5fA

1306,  Monday,  15  6. 20 

he agreed with the gentleman

                              much to the gentlemans dismay who made it very evident

Please dont look for an apology from me he said I agreed with your words

an attractive equine Arabian or Persian women sitting across from the gentleman guffawedshe didnt cover her mouth she looked him deadon in the eyes he guffawed her You agree with me agreeing with him so temper your fierynot that I dont like it  conciliatory glare  You dont meant it I know you agree with me

she was the gentlemans guest for coffee or tea and a sweet roll and her male counterpart sat to her left  however he was too busy giving him the businessstink eye for engaging his girlfriend or wife without him acting as her intermediary

Middle Eastern men werent much different than the Mexican machismo he always had to contend

                                                                                                       Why do these mutts insist the women in their lives are fuckin idiots or dont have two legs to stand on fuckin timeless

he shot down her glaring paramour

turning his attention back to the gentleman he said If your words hurtoffended your feelings youre gonna hafta take that up with yourself

All I did was agree youre ugly

1440,  Sunday,  14  6. 20

1434,  Monday,  15  6. 20

Jethro Tull  Aqualung  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0jMPI_pUec

$117K American coronavirus deaths

the presidents silver bullet  https://www.politico.com/news/2020/06/15/pressure-coronavirus-vaccine-risk-approval-316094?nname=playbook&nid=0000014f-1646-d88f-a1cf-5f46b7bd0000&nrid=00000167-851a-d01a-a567-d79e0c9d0000&nlid=630318  he needs a vaccine BADLY – thatd be a “real gamechanger” (please recall hydrochloroquine) – in order to win Novembers election to ultimately keep him from legal jeopardy inundated with charges and distinct possibilities of jail time

he needs a vaccine BADLY

                                and he really doesnt care if it works

1014, Monday,  15  6. 20

er . . landslide

“We’re thinking landslide.”  https://www.politico.com/news/2020/06/15/trump-glide-reelection-republican-officials-316457?nname=playbook&nid=0000014f-1646-d88f-a1cf-5f46b7bd0000&nrid=00000167-851a-d01a-a567-d79e0c9d0000&nlid=630318

Ya gotta love sociopaths or psychopaths  “The more bad things happen in the country . . Ooh onehundredthousandseventeen DEAD American coronavirus VICTIMS a feeble economy systemic racism police brutalityDOMINATE. unemployment  such a Love Story  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xt2RNkwGRnk

                                                                                       GO! GO! GO! Dr. Seuss’s Mr. Phillip Stephens fellow Kool-Aid quaffer . . if anything, it’s getting more exciting than it was in 2016.”

1046,  Monday,  15  6. 20

https://thehill.com/homenews/house/502561-gop-struggles-to-confront-racial-issues

Supreme Court Justice Neil Gorsuch joined Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts and the courts progressive wing to support LGBTQ rights  6 - 3  https://slate.com/news-and-politics/2020/06/carrie-severino-meltdown-neil-gorsuch-lgbtq-rights.html  which either displeased or enraged Judicial Crisis Network president Carrie Severino who evidently thought Justice is For Sale and she and her organisation Bought It

                                                                        they also paid for Justice Brett Kavanaugh too

1222,  Monday,  15  6. 20

Ms.Severino writes  “You can’t redefine the meaning of words themselves and still be doing textualism. This is an ominous sign for anyone concerned about the future of representative democracy.”

                                                                                        LGBTQ rights are an ominous sign for representative democracy  apparently Ms. Severinos democracy is straight white homophobic and more than a tad sociopathic   

a statuesque fiddlehead fern brilliant freshgreen unfurled from the threshold of two huge leadglass front doors up the entrys center to its bowed head which nearly reached the foot of a tenfoot wide staircase   

it was handpainted on the hardwood planked floor serpentine and formed somewhat of a family crest elaborated the pinnate leaves running up either side were actually florid lettering the names of family ancestors 

the gentlewoman who built the house commissioned it

she was the last of the family

it was her imagethe bowed curled head at its top  for which there would be no more of her family

the vibrant exquisite formthis impossible fern  reaching deep into the magnificent hallway  was an affirmation of what the family had achieved and made possible over hundreds of years 

from where he stood at its foot it seemed a living thing
                                                          he believed to the old woman it was

the family had perhaps unfortunately produced abundant female offspring   

the women were strong capable  cerebral
                                             they however attracted less fortunate suitors who were also less capable and terribly more conniving and opportunistic 

it wasnt that they were unattractive women
                                               but more attractive women without means pranced at their edges and provided overt temptations who their suitors blamed and accused when they were found wanting

over the years successive matriarchs who did not abort the children of their ill-fated trysts warned their daughters of the iniquitiesthe travesties they suffered their large hearttheir desperate desire to love and be loved preyed on then only to have their cool reasontheir cooled brows to rightfully deny them an overthrow their affections

the few sons they birthed proved as inferior as their fathers  and those few who made it to age where they could go forth and prosper did not

the family plot was filled with dead young men and old matrons

this lineage at long last was finally at an end

as a young woman the old woman passionately withstood withering assaults that she should marry and breed Am I a mare? she snarled pungently 

Regardless, madam, was their reply You require a male heir.

defiantly she asked A male error? 

No, no, she laughed a cruel laugha sardonic laugh I desire; I deserve love.

that love despite its broadcast and sounding known that love which all those who declared and avowed it
        were found wanting

then past childbirthing
                        the madam took her familys fortune and built a magnificent house with wry humour she called it simply the manse

people fomented
                  they talked about how the old womans wealth would exceed her and sherather than benefit the community – which her family always had -- she was going to spoil herself indulge her whims
                                                                                                   they said she would hide her money in its thick walls hang it in sacks like black bats in its the tall attic or susurratemurmuring buried in its deep dark cellars

the untold reality was at constructions end her vast remaining fortune was converted and placed in an obscure trust to be maintained into the future by vetted female executors whose sole occupation like nuns were to extended its wealth maintain the house and grounds and whenever possible add to the remarkable collections contained within
the manse becoming museum

the last woman standing should finances be failed by societal mismanagement ruin inevitable she was to quit to the houses deepest cellar and light a thin candle held within a simple wired and glass chimney lantern that sat fixed atop a stone cistern longago emptied of its artesian water the estates cold heart 

she was to light the lantern and leave

the executors without fault found the command and the item odd

it remained ever simple inauspicious  untouched in decades

Time is amnesia
                  it had been so longso far removed that no one in several generations had the imagination the last matron did they thought -- gossip accrued and hardened into fact -- the lantern wasnt a peculiar request a faint line-item of a woman perhaps senile and particular mind
                                                        rather  the candle in the crude lantern was romanticised across from it the old woman had a woodcarved bust of herself placed as she also had herself top off the entryways illustrious fern the unlit candle was meant symbolically as her final light a final beeswax sunset to anoint the last matron who oversaw the houses erection

never did a question or comprehension rise to the mindboggling featthe realisation that the slender candle was a wick to a hidden cache a massive fire bomb beneath and worked into its walls that would immolate and raze the entire estate     

0714,  Twosday,  9  6. 20

1121,  Sunday,  13  6. 20

he had two things to rememberhe remembered for when he woke in the morning from dreaming 

he told himself  Remember

                           then he went back to sleep it was not unusual for him to return to a same page or return after a station break or breaks or commercials like heading into the kitchen and returning with a snack sitting down just as the teleplay or sitcom resumes

his resumes might have been vaulted if dreams were more frequently discussed

among in his circlehis Venn diagram its intersections he was the only one who continually brought up or referred to dreams

the others copped out Yeah, no, if I dream, I suppose I do, I must, huh? I don’t remember anything, never do.

he disliked the term never

he sought not to use it

the two things he told himself to remember were waiting for him when he woke

like the sun rising like the sun coming through his uncovered windows

one disturbing   he brings a gun to a fistfight

the second was that for most of the dream it was confined to what he could seethey could see through a square portal which heof the two sometimes they were more didnt believe it was a portal but rather a porthole albeit odd because it was square That’s a window, screwball, not a porthole, a porthole is also called a bull’s-eye or a bull’s-eye window; it’s round, so a porthole can’t be square.

the one with the mouth full of words was the one who brought a gun to a fistfight   he didnt like to fight

who he belittled likely because he had a gun was the one who preferred the square porthole

they tolerated each other

which was apparent because one wasnt dead

the one who wasnt dead was the one who liked to fighthe loved fistfights

he loved them because they were fun

You think they were fun? Why? Weren’t you usually the one who got beatup?

Not all the time

Most of the time.

Only most of the time because when I learned my lessons and began winning the others didnt want to lose Which is to say they didnt want to learn the strategies they inadvertently taught me 

They didnt want to be students of the game

The game of fighting?

The game of fighting or what once was fighting  Now its all about winning Annihilation  Overwhelming force

Which is wh . .

. . Why  you bring a gun to a fistfight

Yes. You say that in a way that I ought to be ashamed of myself.

I happy thats occurred to you

I’m not ashamed.

I said Im happy it occurred to you not that you were

I’m not.

You wouldnt be

About your square porthole.

Yes

You thought of it as a porthole, rather than a por . .

. . Which you thought it might b . .

. . I did. To finish, you’re always interrupting, so abrupt; to finish . .  

I am abrupt

You are, probably helps in fistfights, but as I was saying, to finish my thought, by thinking of it as a porthole, rather than a portal, you gave yourself a chance to manipulate it.

Yes An I think youd agree that that was a good thing

Yes. Yes, I’m afraid so; I’m afraid that I was willing to submit, to let things simply pass by and be lost, be satisfied with what I, we . .

. . No You using I was correct You  You not we

Okay. I was  satisfied  to accept what the portal revealed.

But after it passed you werent really  satisfied

No.  No, I was not satisfied.

Neither was I Which is why I took a chance imagining that it was a porthole that could be manipulated Tilted  Turned So I we could continue to see what passed

However, you are the dreaming-self; I am the dreamed-self.

You could put the gun down and bunch your fist

I could, I could. Maybe if I threw it awa . .

. . So one of the others wouldnt pick it up

To be honest; yes.

You assume the others would be like you But as we know theyre unlike either of us which is why they exist Theyre facets of us  Still though unlike us

And why we call on them?

Im not too sure call is appropriate They certainly muddy the waterseh

They do. It’s nice to have them . . on occasion.

Theyre a gas

If I could ask.

Always

Were the breasts what provoked you to conceive that it was porthole that could be turned to follow them rather than accept it as a static, fixed portal?

You fuckin kiddin me

                      Those breasts were amazing

Yes. And then we got to see every bit of her.

Every bit Sometimes leaving something to the imagination just doesnt cut it

Amen oops.

Ill allow it Ooh dreamed-one dont make a habit of it You can be replaced  Gun or not

0804,  Saturday,  13  6. 20

1123,  Saturday,  13  6. 20

Jefferson Starship  Sunrise  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udr8ET-joZ0