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Facebook Hitler banned me for 3 days

Tuesday, October 20th, 2020

I wrote this on Facebook, and they deleted my post:

“Hopefully the Republicans will be wiped out once their old white dumb die.”

So I reworded it to:

I mentioned on FB that perhaps once one political party’s old and dumb and racist voters expire from old age, perhaps their political party would whither away as well – and FB deleted it, saying it goes against their community standards against hate speech. Guess only Republicans get to hate on FB.

But when I hit POST, found out I was banned from posting or commenting for 3 days.

Zuckfuckinghitlerberg.

Man I wish I were rich cuz I’d be all over them right now.

Never been FB banned or censored before.

 

soiled linen

Sunday, March 12th, 2017

In the Crapper

Sittin’ thinkin’
the bathroom stinkin’
almost as bad as the Trump White House

– Smith, 3.12.2017

 

Sad… bigly bigly sad

Thursday, March 9th, 2017


Trump on a stick

This sculpture by Tim Joyce looks a bit like Trump… of course the face would have to be fatter, the hair faker, the eyes beadier, the skin more fake orange if you wanted better verisimilitude.

Chief Small Hands Man

Tried to sell these honorifics
to Little Donnie Chump, but no go:

Hate-Monger-in-Chief
Child-Rapist-in-Chief
Tax-Cheat-in-Chief
Racist-in-Chief
Draft-Dodger-in-Chief
Xenophobe-in-Chief
Thief-in-Chief
Traitor-in-Chief
Hater-in-Chief
Serial-Liar-in-Chief
Sexual-Predator-in-Chief
Coward-in-Chief
Bad-Business-Man-in-Chief
Potty-Mouth-in-Chief
Not-as-Rich-as-He-Says-in-Chief
Anal-Orifice-in-Chief
Distractor-in-Chief
Vulgarian-in-Chief
Mob-Money-Launderer-in-Chief
Mentally-Unstable-in-Chief
Immoral-in-Chief
Bully-in-Chief
Pussy-Grabber-in-Chief
So-Vain-It’s-Insane-in-Chief
Deplorable-in-Chief
Despicable-in-Chief
Not-a-Very-Nice-Guy-in-Chief
Cretin-in-Chief
Fascist-in-Chief
No-Class-in-Chief
Oil-Whore-in-Chief
Loser-in-Chief
Perjurer-in-Chief
Adulterer-in-Chief
War-Monger-in-Chief
Misogynist-in-Chief
Untrustworthy-in-Chief
Screw-Native-Americans-in-Chief
Climate-Change-Denier-in-Chief
Fuck-the-Poor-in-Chief
hiner-in-Chief
Oblivious-in-Chief
Full-of-Feces-in-Chief
Wish-He’d-Just-Go-Away-in-Chief
Corporate-Whore-in-Chief
Trump-or-Truth-in-Chief
Cheater-in-Chief
Thug

Sad… bigly bigly sad.

– Smith, 3.9.2017

 

aggressive gas guzzling Labor Day jets gulp the sky

Monday, September 7th, 2015

cokegov

the Vietnam War was called the Coca-Cola War by some

Status Report 76

Aggressive gas guzzling Labor Day jets gulp the sky
killing our tax dollars for their propaganda . . .

Why do governments lie?

– Smith, 9.7.2015

downslide

the mouse that roared

 

Faux News

Monday, June 8th, 2015

nextwindowplease

Faux News

“Me”gyn Kelly and Lie O’Reilly,
willfully ignorant, or bigot?

No truth too small to lie
no fact too strong to wrong
they cotton to the contrary
of our country as a crime.

Kleptocrats and their twisted sifters.

Long Noose and Moses saunter through town
looking for supposes
crowning clown
holding their noses at the truthfully bound.

The flat-earth right seem mostly to be wrong
and strong in human feces.

Two-faced Texas slime need
crawl back under their flat-earth rocks
on those racist roads they walk.

I don’t know but I’ve been told
greed’s so cold it hurts the soul.

Bill O’Lielly and Rush Slimeball
two cancers on our soul
four buttcheeks soiling soil.

I don’t live my life in the remainder bin
won’t talk your talk or walk your when.

Said the spider to the fly
come zither, play my gland
fill my belly
help my waist expand.

Fox News prostitution
the obverse of Constitution.

We surf the curse of worse.

– Smith, 6.8.2015

funeralparkingonly

 

the crime is not stealing big enough

Wednesday, May 13th, 2015

There’s an open poetry reading Sunday at
Rooms To Let art installation
2 pm at 3810 E. 71 St., Cleveland, OHIO
hosted by Smith & Lady
in the Chiplis room I would imagine,
or elsewhere outside, depending on how many come
no sign up, just read if and when you feel
Rooms to Let art installation FaceBook page

Where’s The Sun This Earth Run?

Between dark of bed
and too early dark of rise
lack of sleep leaves lead.

Unready child
awake in unpromised land
carries dark in heart.

If this be stage,
where’s my mark, what is word,
what my length of run?

Enter stage left
and before exit stage right
place for count each step.

Script is total blank,
and on cue cards
invisible ink.

Applause often sparse
and co-actors lack in tact,
their performance flat.

Change the channel,
strip off this costume shell,
ad lib some shit.

They can’t fire you
until your done is do
so go, play the fool.

You won’t get renewed
unless you sleep with crew
or director’s tool.

And no money paid
in spite of contracted say,
that’s just way of play.

So you walk the boards
until replaced or bored,
then retire, gored.

We seem sign unseen
used for decorating stage,
sought until no need.

– Smith, 5.13.2015

The Mayweather-Pacquiao fight took in 500 million dollars . . . this is a country where folks pay half a billion dollars to watch two brown-skinned men beat the shit out of each other . . . a country where white cops kill unarmed blacks with impunity . . . where 62 of 100 Senators are worth a million or more while the rest pocket lobbyist money as fast as they can . . . where corporations buy politicians by the bushel, millionaire football players cheat to win, millionaire baseball players cheat to win, millionaire bicycle racers cheat to win . . . where corporations raking in billions pay no taxes . . where Faux News hate-speakers spew bigotry for cash . . . where clowns and homophobes and racists and sexists openly run for President . . . where cops constantly lie, priests abuse young boys, police hire out as murderers . . . where our government takes from the poorer to give to the richer . . . where our president kills whomever he wants without moral or legal cause — our leaders are crooked, our police are crooked, our corporations are crooked, our newspapers and regulatory agencies toadies to the 1%, our Supreme Court two-thirds corrupt . . . and yet we wonder why there’s such a lack of morality in life today — it’s simple, that’s the way things work now, from the top on down . . yet if you shoplift a loaf of bread to feed your family, you’re jailed . . . the crime ain’t stealing, the crime is not stealing big enough.

What’s really weird is I’m spouting off about morality, yet I stole 13 cars as a kid and spent almost a year in jail for my second armed robbery. On the other hand, I’m a perfect example that one can change, leave a bad path and try to walk a better.

 

dream on Dreamweaver

Sunday, July 28th, 2013

moonchild – foto Smith

I helped found-recycled-upcycled neon artist Jeffry Chiplis install his 25′ x 7′ argon tube permanent installation “Land, Lake, Sky” in the new underground Cleveland Convention Center before it opened.

Took lots of fotos and went to add them to his website and discovered my 2004 copy of Dreamweaver which I use for web design doesn’t work on my new laptop’s Windows 8 operating system. This program cost hundreds of dollars and when I went to Dreamweaver for help they merely said “It doesn’t work with Windows 8.” When I asked them to give me an upgrade since they were responsible for the product they sold me, they said fuck you customer.

Microsoft Windows 8 seems to have the same attitude, which is both root symptom and cause of the rot that is the 1%. I know there must be honorable corporations out there somewhere but cannot think of one off hand. Corporations, politicians, police, military, priests, bankers . . . so much venal greed and senseless destruction of earth and animals and people.

So I downloaded the free web design program Amaya which works pretty well but either doesn’t do all Dreamweaver did or else I haven’t learned it well enough, so I designed the 43 page “Lake, Land, Sky” section in my head instead and wrote foto names, sizes, line breaks down on paper (see below). And it looks good.

Hope to have it up tomorrow morning. It tells the story of installation from start to finish, even goes behind the wall to show the wiring process. It’s a good piece, especially looking in from the street at night. Consists of 22 argon tubes.

Seize you tomorrow.


layout for Chiplis installation “Land, Lake, Sky” – foto Smith

 

Children of Mammon

Thursday, November 3rd, 2011


Korporatocracy – foto by Smith

The Korporatocracy — it’s coming for your children.

On Your Knees Please
(and let’s hum the Corporate Anthem)

Lost degenerates’ breast whipped intentions
Horseradished and foreskin unfurled
Now scheme clitoral dreams
And corporate corporeal retention.

Lies lie your why and my
Rubber stamped existence.
Live like the less.
Don’t focus.
Don’t rest.
Suck tit or lick long extension.

— Smith, 1989


Power of perception – foto by Smith

 

Occupy Cleveland arrested, scattered, regrouping

Saturday, October 22nd, 2011

temporary remains of Occupy Cleveland day 17 – foto by Smith

Notes from Occupy Cleveland Live Video Feed 10.21.2011

10pm
more than a dozen cop cruisers
five police vans
and an EMS vehicle arrive
cruisers block off streets
police drag couple people off
arrest and toss into van
SWAT team shows up in riot gear
not used due to non-violent crowd
200 people chant “LET THEM GO! LET THEM GO!”
begin arresting civil disobedience protesters in park
massive police presence
black shields black helmets black truncheons black boots
not used because crowd peaceful
chants of “So this is what a police state looks like”
“Occupy. Organize. Together we are one they cannot divide”
“Shame Shame Shame”
11:10pm rate of arrests speed up
“The whole world is watching”
protesters discover undercover cop filming them
cop runs away like coward
video sound disappears
I hear firm foreign female voice crisply say
“Governor Bashir is missing, refusing to engage in multiple debates”
Google and find it’s from Australia
sound returns
everyone in park arrested
for trespassing in a public park in Public Square after curfew
around a dozen busted
Erin arrested last
four cops carrying her face down by arms legs
over 100 protesters march to Justice Center
to demand accounting
appears closed
11:38pm video replaced by live Occupy Wall Street NYC march
11:59pm peek shows live foreign protest footage in sunlight somewhere
whole world protest
await next crisis point 6am when last permit runs out
7am no live Occupy Cleveland video
drive down with hot cocoa
seach 4 quadrants of Public Square
empty
check Old Stone Church who’d promised sanctuary
no answer
go to Justice Center
nada
go to police station
get visiting hours
protesters in jail until arraigned Monday morning
after Friday night arrest
back to Public Square
organizer Ben sitting alone on bench
foning for data
regrouping
a dozen stragglers trickle in
drink our hot cocoa
plan today’s marches
plan more protests
more occupation
more civil disobedience
newspaper and TV news show up
we leave
await stage 2
power to the peaceful
shame on police clearing park for Huntington Bank
praise citizens standing on their legal rights
vote Mayor Jackson out of office
and put him on trial for class warfare
malfeasance in office
violating Constitution
and treason

— Smith, 10.22.2011

Whoa. Went down this morning to give the occupiers hot cocoa. Everything’s been cleared away. Here’s yesterday’s scene


Occupy Cleveland yesterday – foto by Smith

Here is this morning.


Occupy Cleveland this morning – foto by Smith

This work crew putting up the Christmas lights for Huntington Bank is why protesters were kicked out of park and arrested.



Occupy Cleveland this morning – foto by Smith

Last night’s Memorial for Robert Dick Head Ritchie in the park was special. Blog it tomorrow.

Here are a few more random Occupy Cleveland pics.





Occupy Cleveland day 17, regrouping

 

Peek-a-boogieman

Thursday, September 8th, 2011

The uneven line twixt right and wrong – foto by Smith

I played a Youtube video and an ad appeared offering me lawyers to handle a bad hip replacement. Just exactly how does Youtube know I got a hip replacement four months ago?

I click on a restricted movie trailer ad which asks when I was born and I lie and it tells me sorry, no such person exists in your zip code with that birth date. How does a movie mogul know my address and age without me telling them my name?

Think about it – they know who you are, where you live, your sex and age, most your interests and friends, and pretty much everything you’ve purchased lately . . . and they know it IMMEDIATELY. They don’t have to go search a data base after you type in your birth date because as soon as you sign on, they tag you, link to your database entry, follow you every click you make on every page you view — all in real time. And they do this simultaneously with millions, perhaps billions of people EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF THE DAY WITH ALL OF US AT THE SAME TIME.

The commercial hardware and interconnected linkage required boggles my mind but what really blows me away is the software programming involved — first, how do they know it’s me when I sign on? Isn’t that invasion of privacy? I mean, I know they can track my IP address which according to the internet “can often be used to identify the region or country from which a computer is connecting to the Internet. An IP address can sometimes be used to show the user’s general location.” But we have two computers here on one cable port — just how do the hip replacement advertisers know it’s me and not my wife signing on?

There are a lot of laws protecting our privacy, and I don’t believe the computer people or the bankers or the ad agencies or any government agency is obeying a single one of them. They know who you are, your health-medical-financial-purchasing history, and probably what time you get up and how long it takes you to brush your teeth. And if you blog, they keep a record of keywords in case you’re either a potential future customer or terrorist. In a 1994 interview, Mark Weber asked me, “*Do the walls have ears?” “Not as many as the TV and the telephone. If you come to THEIR attention, you’re dead meat.” I replied.

Our Government and our Corporations are pretty much one and the same thing — law-breaking, spying, thieving, bullying thugs in bed together licking each other in ecstasy as they roll abound in the illegal data they’ve siphoned from us in their never ending hope of sucking up all our money and killing every single anti-authoritarian thought we might have.

These people are not nice, not moral, do not have any interest in our best interests, care for nothing but the stench of raw unbridled power and the stink of mooooooore money, too much money, money on top of money, money fluxing money most foul, and all the useless shallow surface stuff it can buy.

Of course bottom line this 1984 Big Brother and BIGGER CORPORATIONS world we live in is not going to go away or get better or ever become a lawful endeavor because the genie cannot be put back in the bottle. The only hope for folk now is to be born out of a hospital and spend the rest of their life off the grid — no registering for school, electricity, voting, credit cards, insurance, magazine subscriptions – no IRS or Medicare or Social Security . . . and even if you can pull that off, they’re still going to capture your face in their data base with their biometric and face-capturing software via the millions of surveillance and secret cameras hung everywhere in stores, banks, on streets, etc. . . . and once your face is theirs and they see no official government tags attached, they’ll slap you in a special interest file and track you down and eat you just for practice.

Welcome to the new world, much stickier wicket than the old world.

On a lighter note, what do we the consumer people know? My cell fone just rang. I replied with a cheery Hello. Long pause until a polite middle-aged woman said cautiously, “Is this K-Mart?” “No,” I replied, laughing joyously, “it’s not.” She apologized sweetly and I left her with a chuckling “No problem.” Then I sat and laughed, glad I wasn’t K-mart, glad she was so nice, glad I was gentle, and hopeful my morning laughter NOT at her expense rides with her throughout the rest of the day making her just a wee bit happier . . . because if that happens, my joyous laughter raising her sprits could spread a little extra lightness to whomever she interacts with the rest of the day. After all, we’re all ripples on the cosmic pool.

The Corporate Mean

The promised land of milk and honey
Hides the men of scars and shame
Who came they say to slay their dragon
Yet slayed to stay the same

Sleep creeps like Jason’s wool
Down shelf enchanted eyes
Devolved from Mammon’s muse
These self selected wise
Inside their phantom rooms
In fairy tale castles
Devoid of viable dooms
As integrated assholes
They sway
Illusion’s lies

— Smith, 1974


Performance ratings – foto by Smith

 

 
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