Mel Brooks on Fascism

"The only way to get even with anybody is to ridicule them," he said.  "So, the only real way I could get even with Hitler and company was to bring them down with laughter." - Mel Brooks 

A heartfelt shout-out to the NYSP surveillance team who sent the April's Fool prank Middle Eastern ethnic dancer to my door.    Tic-toc - your time's running out.

On hate...

Passover/Easter Sunday 2018


Above all else a Hater demands respect.  This infantile need for reinforcement  prohibits them giving any genuine Love.

Hater's live by gas light.  This dims their future.

Hate is an artificial state of being.  It is a learned 
behavior and can be unlearned.

Just as Love is a choice so too is Hate.

Ignorance is Hate's mother.  Denial is Hate's father.

Hate is wasted emotion.  The energy expended gives no positive return.


Do not say,  'I'm sorry.'  The world is full of sorry people.  Don't be one of them.

Don't hate - it lessens you in the eyes of your brothers and sisters.

It's never too late to do the right thing.

PSA


The Commissar, a very long time public official announced he's moving on...   Inattentive husband and father.  Pending personal legal issues.  A judge now with robes.  A jury sans peers.
Long known in his community to be without empathy.  Problem drinker.  Athletic supporter.  Gambler.  No friend of the mentally ill.  Hater.
Three stroke Mulligan golfer.  Long winded mumbler.  As an immodest functionary, he could not approve this blog.  Thin skinned.  Self-righteous.  Mouth breather.  Notorious gaslighter.  
List maker. Flatulent like a warthog.  Humorless. Narcissist.  Double dipper.  Emotionally impotent.  A genuine Christian. Doesn't dance.  Metaphor?  What?
Chronically constipated.  Knows where the bodies are buried.  Habitual masturbator.  Vindictive. Vengeful.  Sociopath.  Monosyllabic.  Anti intellectual.  Skilled bus attendant.  Repressed.  The law is his god.  All others need not apply.  He believed he could never retire because no one can do the job to his standards.

He's now out of the Criminal Justice system.  Breathe a sigh of relief, you are better off without him.

Survivor's Sonnet

To what end does fatal gas lighting serve?
Insidious acts affect mind and form.
From pale and trembling limbs to a twitching nerve;
The  ill-fated mark now curses he was born.
Police detectives and prison hacks grin.
Their porcine eyes winking at the mention
Of unethical and unconscionable sins. 
(They lie to protect their bloated pensions)
But prey trapped in foggy, turbid thoughts;
Dazed dupe acting out his self-destruction.
Murder by another name justice wrought. 
Legal acts pushed him to extinction. 
   Subconscious onslaught, unwitting victim.
   A broken criminal justice system.