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Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
28 September 2018
03 August 2018
17 January 2018
haiku 16 Jan 2017
Loud, bright cityscape
Hopes and spires reaching skyward
A long, slender isle[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]
Hopes and spires reaching skyward
A long, slender isle[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]
04 December 2017
national guard mobilized
Across the United States of America, the National Guard is being mobilized to protect the homes of the country’s richest inhabitants. Tens of thousands of armed soldiers are moving into place, forming tight cordons around affluent neighborhoods that might possibly at some point in the near future perhaps be threatened by hordes of starving wage-slaves. Armed with the most advanced weapons available, including main battle tanks and attack helicopters, the U.S. Army appears poised to beat back even the most braven assault against the only segment of society that really matters.
Piggybacking on efforts to further shift the tax burden from those who have the most financial resources to those who have the fewest, the decision to use the military to protect America’s privileged few was probably made at the highest levels of the Trump administration. The cost of said mobilization will, of course, also be shouldered and executed by the poor, the needy, and the disenfranchised.
Secret plans obtained by WikiLeaks have exposed the impending activation of Project Cherry Pick, a nation-wide police action which calls for the most physically attractive children of poor families to be rounded up for training in the art of physically pleasuring the rich and the powerful. A flawed democracy, the American empire seems to be backsliding rapidly into an oligarchic tyranny not seen since the debauchery and excess of pre-collapse Rome. Hope remains for those willing and able to keep their hearts pure - and their sixes covered.
[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]
Piggybacking on efforts to further shift the tax burden from those who have the most financial resources to those who have the fewest, the decision to use the military to protect America’s privileged few was probably made at the highest levels of the Trump administration. The cost of said mobilization will, of course, also be shouldered and executed by the poor, the needy, and the disenfranchised.
Secret plans obtained by WikiLeaks have exposed the impending activation of Project Cherry Pick, a nation-wide police action which calls for the most physically attractive children of poor families to be rounded up for training in the art of physically pleasuring the rich and the powerful. A flawed democracy, the American empire seems to be backsliding rapidly into an oligarchic tyranny not seen since the debauchery and excess of pre-collapse Rome. Hope remains for those willing and able to keep their hearts pure - and their sixes covered.
[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]
30 November 2012
Hope springs eternal
Finishing her shift on the trampoline with a lazy backward somersault, Hope Riley Rechard-Johanneson, 22, of Bridgeport, Connecticut, gave a high five to her replacement, Elaine Hope Verminelli before dismounting and heading for the showers. Walking in the manner of a duck in order to keep from pissing herself after so many hours spent bouncing around in the air, Ms. Rechard-Johanneson made it to the toilet just in time. “I normally remember to not drink water before a shift, but, today, it slipped my mind,” she said while a torrent of urine streamed into the porcelain bowl. “My employer is, after all, paying me or someone else with the name Hope to spring eternal; the girl who usually serves as my break-time replacement didn't show up today, so I had to tough it out.”
In addition to paying young ladies named Hope to spring eternally upon a trampoline positioned so that he can watch them jumping from his favorite sitting-chair, Naithen James Otelo, 75, a widower who claims to have made his fortune “selling knockoff designer luxury goods to dumb tourists,” also maintains a number of other folk wisdoms on his property. He pays different girls named Hope (the larger, more corpulent ones) to float around in his Olympic-sized swimming pool; he runs a stable of charlatans who are tasked with always trying to bullshit him, a bullshitter; he employs a team of balloonists to make sure a giant clock suspended from a helium-filled dirigible never touches the ground; he subsidizes his neighbors' lawn maintenance programs so that their grass is always more lush than his own; and he makes sure to tip those of his employees who attend to their tasks without undue and wasteful haste.
“As a way of paying for college, this sure beats stripping,” said Ms. Verminelli, 19, who is originally from Flagstaff, Arizona. “But five hours of non-stop bouncing on a trampoline four days a week is wreaking havoc on my equilibrium. Seriously, I awake from sleep due to nightmares I have in which everything is bouncing – people, roads, the sky, everything. At night, when the boss is sleeping, he provides us with headlamps so we can read books while we're springing, but, in the long run, it's still kind of unsettling. Again, though, it beats giving blowies at interstate rest-stops.” While watching two Hopes slap palms as part of their mandatory hand-off ritual, Mr. Otelo sighed contentedly. “I like my truisms to be right out there, bold and beautiful, the wisdom of the ages being acted out in my back yard. I find it comforting to know that, out on my racetrack, jockeys are waiting until the race is done to change horses, and that, down in the fields, the first birds to arrive each morning get first dibs on food.”
mentiri factorem fecit © 場黑麥
In addition to paying young ladies named Hope to spring eternally upon a trampoline positioned so that he can watch them jumping from his favorite sitting-chair, Naithen James Otelo, 75, a widower who claims to have made his fortune “selling knockoff designer luxury goods to dumb tourists,” also maintains a number of other folk wisdoms on his property. He pays different girls named Hope (the larger, more corpulent ones) to float around in his Olympic-sized swimming pool; he runs a stable of charlatans who are tasked with always trying to bullshit him, a bullshitter; he employs a team of balloonists to make sure a giant clock suspended from a helium-filled dirigible never touches the ground; he subsidizes his neighbors' lawn maintenance programs so that their grass is always more lush than his own; and he makes sure to tip those of his employees who attend to their tasks without undue and wasteful haste.
“As a way of paying for college, this sure beats stripping,” said Ms. Verminelli, 19, who is originally from Flagstaff, Arizona. “But five hours of non-stop bouncing on a trampoline four days a week is wreaking havoc on my equilibrium. Seriously, I awake from sleep due to nightmares I have in which everything is bouncing – people, roads, the sky, everything. At night, when the boss is sleeping, he provides us with headlamps so we can read books while we're springing, but, in the long run, it's still kind of unsettling. Again, though, it beats giving blowies at interstate rest-stops.” While watching two Hopes slap palms as part of their mandatory hand-off ritual, Mr. Otelo sighed contentedly. “I like my truisms to be right out there, bold and beautiful, the wisdom of the ages being acted out in my back yard. I find it comforting to know that, out on my racetrack, jockeys are waiting until the race is done to change horses, and that, down in the fields, the first birds to arrive each morning get first dibs on food.”
mentiri factorem fecit © 場黑麥
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