filthy fish fuckers
you know that news station would never run the true images of those gestapo thugs of the malicious leader of the evil empire but that spanish language version from miami i watch just enough of every morning between teaching my first and second classes is sure to cause revulsion, anger, and nausea with images of masked brutes crashing victims into parked cars or telephone poles, busting windows dragging often enough citizens or legal with papers out, slamming them violently onto the concrete but the others are illegal you say hmmm i’ve always seen that quite karmically and applied to europe’s immigration woes as well but where’s the due process? where is humane treatment? monsters lurking in the shadows outside of courtrooms ready to pounce all the families they’re tearing apart all the humble vendors, agricultural workers university students, and service industry staff veterans of their goddamn wars too for fuck’s sake who are all far from the ruthless killers and rapists they claim they’re capturing after reading the comanche book and this current on crazy horse i am fantasizing more and more about heading north from this southern mexico to convene with the narcos and unite against the common enemy strike first i’d say they’re already on their way over the border hits, guerilla warfare surprise attack and first run their horses or the equivalent ice ice baby too fucking cold maybe with the aid of some narco money we could design super hydraulic floor jacks for vehicle flipping but then why not just a bazooka they’d say as i’d stop to think if we were emulating the lakota or comanche we’d want those vehicles undamaged and for our own cache and use then i watched paul thomas anderson’s latest the superb one battle after another and had to laugh how that scenario would likely lead to the same wake and bake rude awakening ghetto pat is dealt (exceptional performance) this revolutionary shit is only too real and they got all the guns. they got the funds and that maybe i wasn’t cut from that cloth knowing nothing about explosives been nearly twenty years since i’ve fired a gun bow and arrows? katana? fine and good and romantic but likely or practical? i’ve been waiting for the advent of a true and functioning light sabre for over forty years will have to see how the movie ends tonight my wife and i had to agree on an intermission when the too close to home subjects discussed by the inner circle white men filthy fish fuckers began (rez dogs brilliant this is where the plot thickens instantly came to mind and those elites and their secret rites and depraved practices- fish fucking in this instance) slandering precisely her and hers which naturally includes me and mine *** a friend commented that recent poems and posts have tended toward violence another gentleman requested more details of a stupid episode involving an angry all-day drunk german wayfarer and his quiet and pleasant mexican but not local wife and how bellowing threats at me and random others for his own hallucinations of a ravished mind in this peaceful (for the most part) village got him slapped upside the head and banished by the east end’s drug kingpin versus the west who’s done the same, most recently with a purse snatcher hmmm look who’s looking out for the community here relatively peaceful if one does not step out of line although it’s surely war in many places over and i’ve worked for decades to not cross paths with the front lines though still i seethe and so must calm and purge and laugh maniacally there are small potatoes then there are filthy fish fuckers, the war mongers and land thieves, war pigs and slavers architects of genocide, satirized in the brilliant reservation dogs episode mentioned above also portrayed in the movie discussed or manifested in the ugly mug and mugs attached to most daily headlines the movie was great with some truly hysterical and others scary scenes (great car chase through a river of hills) a sinister villain also masterly portrayed though i might have switched the order of the last two scenes and snuck a bit of that hysterical humor of earlier in the movie into the obligatory sentimental scene and then a hint of why one character chose not to reveal a very important piece of information or maybe i missed the hint but will surely watch again as easter eggs abound so then i applaud a movie and a series and all those who have taken to the streets to protest and speak out against injustice and though one wants the war path peaceful resistance has had its triumphs too



Nate B., you've put more here than most of us have compiled to express our frustration and horror at the current trajectory of our country. With your every mention of atrocity, my feelings boil the same. Boiling does make one want to take up a weapon, though peaceful resistance to keep our lives seems the best course as we can change nothing once we're dead. What we can do is outnumber and, if so need, cut off our financial contribution to anything or one who supports the regime. No kings need rule here.
Thank you for putting all to words.
MUCH LOVE and WRITE ON!
~Wendy 💜
B, before I comment on your very strong poem, I was wondering are you taking classes or teaching classes (just curious)?
The poem is certainly a powerful explosion of emotion and the urge, which so many of us feel, to take more physical action than the peaceful rallies where we put our bodies out on the street and just pray that no MAGA fanatic doesn't go gun crazy on us.
Much of this urge to violence comes, exactly as you report in your poem, "revulsion, anger, and nausea with images of masked brutes crashing victims into parked cars or telephone poles, busting window.." And the stark horror of no due process or even foreknowledge of who they are grabbing and disappearing.
Things will come to a head when NO KINGS DAY grows big enough that Trump sends out troops to break us up or arrest us for 'sedition.'