It hasn’t been long since the Caitiff Randy Winegarden condemned the school waifs to a life of penury for illiterates and left them to the Apothecary to buy their poison like Romeo and Juliet (Act 5, Scene One, lines 49-60)
by Douglas Gilbert
Back in the old days, Randi Winegarden, through her surrogates, ordered the government to keep the schools closed, and then after the chaos of zoom classes, ordered children who were not vulnerable to the virus to wear masks (even little children who need to see faces). An entire cohort of younger children will grow up not knowing how to read or do math. In less than 10 years, most of them will become criminals and fill the jails. We present an extract from the past. We remember this from August 6, 2021:
Putting young children in masks is a form of child abuse…
You Were the Poem, You Were the Rhyme, the Raison d’être, Reasonable and Coy
by Bryan Glennon
I had always left early in the dawn
while you were sleeping, and
the sunrise was uncertain, but
we used to be us
when I rushed home to you
and your cute blush became
a call to jump each other
not just for lust, but
because we were
knowing the bounce
to pounce on a
tête à tête, and a
corps à corps, but
we were both surrendering to laughter
and to ecstasy in a close game
where the balls are in the courtship
and the Lady swings well
We used to be playful
and the fun was a done deal
We had our own dance,
our own grace
We were a story to tell,
a revelation, and
I told you everything just because
you were the most elegant storyteller ever and I…
He’s always happy to find me in the morning
like I’m a newly discovered treat in bed beside him.
He has the delight as if surprised to find me not a dream,
and he will jump up and sing to me because
I sing back
Yesterday we played well, and had our games;
today needs only breakfast, the egg yoke
and morning joke, because
laughter is a miracle.
Sometimes he has a nightmare, and
I cry for him, but if it’s bizarre
he’ll say it’s from childhood, and
he’ll remind me that I’m still
the silliest adult he knows
how to play with, and
he’ll turn around and cry
and turn back with a smile
In the morning
he’s surprised to find me not a dream,
and I hug him so hard because
I’m surprised too.
How to Spawn Poetry Like Deviled Eggs With Caviar in 10 Elephant Steps
If you’re going to write poetry, please, for the sake of the human race and for the comfort of literate mammals, or those read to, don’t write about what you know, even if you’re a Rocket Scientist. Nota bene (N.B.), a Rocket Scientist must know higher and higher advanced mathematics, and although there is poetic charm in differential equations, the mythology of the moon will be more poetic for a few more years.
The Hummingbird Sings the π Song
Running in circles in a dream about π I traveled to the hummingbird muse,
she among banana peels and fruit flies, 3 meters from hiding places in elm, mulberry, and willow that she
might indeed feed on flowers after our magic hour.
Her fluttering wings murmured a song for me an answer to a question I hadn’t…
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The 37 ½ Best Poems Ever: From the 17th Century To Today:
The best verses written are those that are inscrutable and can be used to torture students further who are already adverse to verse that is neither a song to sing nor a foul fowl to come home to roost at the wharves, tired, like a rowdy roustabout too worn to sing low.
In some states, Juveniles who are caught shoplifting poetry books are forced to memorize 37 ½ poems as part of their punishment. Chinese spies who are learning English and disobey orders are punished in a similar way.
1. Sonnet 18
Indeed I’d liken thee to a hot intemperate day. Thy art work hangs on the wall by the bed: in the heat and torrents of Summer’s bray the painting warps ‘n tilts though glee outspreads
Though furies of heaven are too hot tempered to tame And…
It used to be said that gambling was a sin. However, many things nowadays have been legalized. So as they say, let he who is stoned throw the first sin chip card upon the table. Go and be fruitful in the orchard of life. Have a sip of wine, but don’t invest while driving someone crazy. Find a strategy that’s best for your temperament and skill, but be open-minded.
The best investing strategy to use for mindless speculation is the Frog Coddling Coda Avoidance Tuning (Froccat) method. There’s an old saw that “If you put a frog in boiling water, it’ll jump out, but if you put a frog in cold water and heat it gradually on a low flame, it won’t realize it’s too hot until it’s too late.” So it’s best to throw cold water on everything and not be the frog. But do jump on the Bandwagon before it starts moving.
When you’re first tuning up the instruments on the Bandwagon you always have to look to the sidelines to spot strategic locations where you can jump off into the road or bushes. Once the campaign starts don’t wait until there’s water under the bridge because that would not be a good jumping off point even with a bungee cord Condordat (BCC) with the authorities. Always remember that apocryphal stories always have a concordance with a frog entry. So when in cold water always take a leap-of-faith (LOF).
Thus, strategic investing requires a LOL LOF Froccat on a hot tin roof, and a happy tune sung like Polonius without a tin ear. So “Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.” (Hamlet Act II Scene II).
The Extraterrestrial Paintcoin is a more artful form of currency than is its digital cousins. Although, it’s oft been said that first cousins jumping on a bandwagon for a hay ride should never marry on a bridge, or never marry while playing bridge whilst singing a happy tune about Hamlet eating cuisses de grenouilles.
What Is the Extraterrestrial Paintcoin?
The Paintcoin is a square book of coded pictures and poems. It is designed to look like an ordinary Earth-art coffee-table book of no consequence. However the Extraterrestrials have assigned a monetary value to it that is honored among their compatriots on Earth.
The Origin of the Paintcoin
The Paintcoin emerged in stages in the community of alien anthropology students living on Earth. Starting as a joke, it eventually was seen to actually be a practical expedient for commerce among the isolated students who had been given the hardship assignment of studying Earth culture. It was intended to be exchanged among Extraterrestrials only. It has since become an opportunity for humans.
However, investing in Extraterrestrial Paintcoins is a difficult and dangerous enterprise, but some people thrive on the thrill of the hunt. If you’re willing to take on enormous risk you can find one of your own to keep or trade. But what is the source of Paintcoins you might ask. Perhaps a little background is necessary.
There are Extraterrestrial beings with extraordinary powers living on Earth now, but many are hiding in caves in temperate zones, or hiding at camouflaged bases under the South and North Poles. Being away from a distant planet can be lonely, but sometimes they come to the surface to play with soap bubbles.
It’s fun to blow bubbles, and if you blow them at the North Pole, the soap film will freeze into the shape of a permanent globe before it reaches the ground. Drawing a map on a soap bubble is a little bit more difficult. With the right kind of paint and quantum-atomic laser tools, a world map can be drawn on the surface of a bubble. It can identify the location of gold deposits and other precious metals and medals — even a lost Olympic medal or religious icon…
However, the E.T.’s do not consider metals, such as gold, rare or important. They have perfected the use of other exotic metals in alloys impossible to produce on Earth. These they consider precious.
It’s only recently that I’ve learned that these visitors from Outer Space are finding it difficult to engage in commerce especially among their own compatriots living on Earth, because they are not comfortable using Earth currencies such as the Dollar, or the Euro and have a bias against Gold because it’s not precious on their home planet. As far as the Bit Coin, their fellow travelers could easily hack into the underlying computer system if they wanted to. It’s been awhile but I think my sources were trustworthy.
A prescient source had revealed to me that they would choose a rare Earth object as a medium of exchange. I was told that a small number of these objects would be released soon and the value would be determined based on the level of speculation as regulated by the League. It would be legal tender on the home planet for the settlement of all debts accumulated while visiting Earth. In the rare event that Earthlings might acquire one of these objects they would be allowed to redeem them on any Extraterrestrial planet belonging to the League at a rate to be determined by the local jurisdiction. An Earth artisan would be chosen to create such object. It would be a combination of primitive Earth graphics and poetry to avoid suspicion when traded.
Little did I know that I would be appointed their Deputy Varishynahuki. Well, there is good news and bad news I think. The good news is that I’ve gotten the commission to design the E.T.’s currency on Earth. The Deputy position is sort of like their version of the Treasurer of the United States.
The bad news is that I don’t get paid except in the new currency which I can only use on their home planet or to buy one of their space craft. I think they are a million or so light years away and I suppose I could go there except that I get carsick and seasick.
I suppose it’s an honor except that no human is supposed to take possession of this proposed object except for me. It had been thought that maybe one or two might “accidentally” fall into the hands of an Earthling besides me and be secretly traded. At some point I had thought maybe I could sell mine for some Earthly goods or services.
Now the problem is that I have to find someone who can trade it under my supervision like in the Dutch Tulip mania of 1637, but I’d have to be sure to sell before the crash. Well, I guess then I’d have to get over seasickness. However, it’s already too late to keep control of the situation.
“Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble…” — Shakespeare
Although it is forbidden for Earthlings other than me to have Paintcoins, it appears that an underground trade has begun. Based on limited data, a Friends-of-Paintcoin (FoP) network would seem to be metastisizing into a pseudo-Tulip-blossoming (ptb). But based on inside sources the right to validate is assigned according to an intricate system of both Proof-of-Genealogy (PoG) and of Proof-of- encryption-paradigm-competence (PoEPC) tests.
To simplify: The renegades are distributing Paintcoins based on kinship with Extraterrestrials generations ago. Let the alert investor find one of these, and I will try to assist them. I don’t know how long the elite Extraterrestrials will tolerate this uncouth behavior. Perhaps they are tacitly accepting the trade to maintain a convenient currency for their expatriate community. But the Extraterrestrials often research Earth literature for clues to human behavior and economics.
Before investing it is best to study economics as seen in fiction. Once a modicum of understanding is achieved, the hunt to find a copy of the Extraterrestrial Paintcoin can begin if one is brave. This is not an offer to sell or buy such an illusory object. Due diligence should be undertaken by prospective hunters, and no action should be taken without consulting with their financial advisors.
For the study of economics, here are some epic poems to ponder: