Showing posts with label Founding Fathers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Founding Fathers. Show all posts

Monday, July 7, 2025

Numb. 1466 On Unoriginalism

  1. Replace Supreme Court with AI Computer which “knows” only readings and writings of founders.

  2. Supreme AI reviews previous rulings and revokes any distorting founders’ true meaning.

  3. With this “in hand”, the laws of the land are parsed by AI to weed out the many that fail to comply.

  4. When our laws represent the founders’ intent, the country will be as was meant prima facie.

  5. We will no longer need Fourths of July. Turn out the lights and say, “Goodnight, Gracie!”

Monday, February 17, 2025

Numb. 1326 GOP American Endgame Strategy (A Tragedy)

The RNC does not like democracy.

In fact, we don’t like the name of our party.

Since, for some time, we’ve favored theocracy,

we have rebranded: God’s Only Party.


While a good president like Donald is fine,

due diligence dictates we look down the line,

anticipating some sad future time

when Satan reclaims that office divine. 


The Constitution must be amended correcting mistakes Founders never intended, White Male Protestant clergy empowered

to elect from their number an “Ayatollah” to oversee President, Congress, and Courts

(who, doing voodoo, with demons consort), so that we, nearly, may mirror Iran,

as these damn deities probably planned.

Monday, December 16, 2024

Numb. 1236 From The Ravings Of Charmin Don I

Whatever happens remember the dictum: I did nothing wrong, I AM THE VICTIM!

You know what made America GREAT? We shot first and asked questions later.
(Or never!) That and Founding Fathers’ profession: the only good Injun’s a dead one.
Forever.

Sunday, September 15, 2024

Numb. 1144 NFL Sunday

It’s high time, NFL. Ya gotta think big.

Rebrand yourself White Football League.

To hell with Mahomes throw him off the bus.

Grow some cojones. Listen to us.

We love concussions. More violence, more sport.

But we're partic’lar ’bout with whom we comport.

We wee, skinny white boys cannot compete

with them bigger [redacted] — we’re too effete.

However much THEY may complain,

the darker their skin the less they feel pain.

What Founders thought they were creating

had nothing to do with desegregating.

Our Fathers foresaw an Aryan game.

What it’s become is a damned fucking shame.

(To you, rich team owners, who pick up the tabs,

think of your savings without the “McNabbs".)

Reclaim our game, return to our roots.

Us good ol' white boys ain’t no substitutes.


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