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DUmmie FUnnies 04-27-12 (OccuPoet Misty: "The Huff and Puff of My Frustration")
DUmmie FUnnies ^ | April 27, 2012 | OccuPoet Misty Rowan and Charles Henrickson

Posted on 04/27/2012 10:23:27 AM PDT by Charles Henrickson

Prog Spring of 2012 continues. Today we meet OccuPoet Misty Rowan of Minneapolis, who will grace us with one of her poems. Misty came to my attention via this THREAD in DUmmieland, "Our Amazing Occupy Poet!" I watched the video, and yes, I was amazed . . . at what passes for poetry with the OWSies and the DUmmies.

And seeing Misty of Minneapolis, I was reminded of Ted of New York. You know, Trust Fund Ted? Ted Hall, Tedward, Edward Twitchell Hall III, Flea-bagger Ted, Our Favorite OWSie. Remember when we introduced you to Ted "Help us now!" Hall last fall?

You see, Ted is a poet, too. Now if only we could get Ted and Misty together! Shaggy would have his Velma! Ted Hall and Misty Rowan: It would be Rowan and Moron's Laugh-In!

But this is Misty's day. Misty has her own BLOG, where she goes by the blog-handle, "MissTeaTree." Here's a little about her: "I live in Mpls, I listen to Ani DiFranco and I voted for Cynthia McKinney in the last presidential election. I am a member of the anti-war committee (.org) and in my time that's less than free I bag groceries at my local foods co-op. I consider poetry to be a performance-based, storytelling medium, so most of my stuff is spoken word. To me, art and activism are the same thing." (She bags groceries at her local foods co-op? So she's a Brie-bagger?)

So let us now be amazed and amused at the art and activism of OccuPoet Misty Rowan, in Bolshevik Red, while the commentary of your humble guest correspondent, the wag tailoring the doggerel, Charles Henrickson, inviting you now to click the link to the VIDEO and . . . wait for it . . . play Misty for me . . . is in the [brackets]:

The Huff and Puff of My Frustration

[The Stuff I Puff for Recreation]

(Laughs) It's not fair. If I were to punch you, as hard as I could, I would sprain my own wrist. You would maybe notice, as I reduced myself to tears. So instead I use my words. And I'll tell you one thing: This mouth? Never got me in a fight it didn't right-and-the-f*** get me back out of. You see, I said I use my words instead. And it's been working (so far).

[(Laughs) It's not fair. If I were to do poems for you, as bad as mine are, you would slit your own wrist. You would maybe notice, as you tried to cover your ears, that I don't use meter or lines or rational thought. So instead, I just talk real fast. And I'll tell you one thing: This mouth? It's a poety potty mouth. I throw in a "f***" or a "sh*t" here and there to express my free-floating angst. Then I add something hopeful-sounding at the end. And it's been working (so long as I'm talking to the far left).]

But, they're bailing out the banks again, those leeches with their fees. So the question then becomes: How much is your money worth? Depends. How much have ya got? Not a lot? Oh, that's okay, baby girl! You too could still be president. Just get in line, and we'll call you. And in the meantime, try to find a job worth a damn to do, because the rent is due, and you're not getting any younger, and these cards aren't exactly stacked in your favor. I said, get a clue, and pay attention, because the undercurrent is ever changing in its direction.

[But, I'm flailing at the banks again, those rich guys with toupees. 'Cause the question I want to avoid is: How much is our money worth? Depends. How much are we in debt? Quite a lot? Oh, that's okay, liberal! You should still vote for our president. Just get in line, and we'll fool you. And in the meantime, try to keep up with this poem, because I'm not half through, and it's not getting any less longer, and these words aren't exactly arranged in coherent order. I don't have a clue, so pay attention, because my underwear is starting to cause me irritation.]

And you wanna stay ahead of that game. You want that spot on top of the food chain, don't ya? Everybody's so busy looking out for #1, and then they wonder why they feel so all alone. So many skin and bones, while the top 1% clench their law enforcement fist so tight that you have the right to work until you die in this country, and that's about it. Now pay your bills and buy some sh*t. And don't forget to check your credit score.

[And you wanna have someone to blame. You got hate to fill up a freight train, don't ya? Everybody's so busy lashing out at the 1%, and then we ought to whine about our student loan. So many can't afford smartphones, while the top 1% won't raise a finger to assist our plight, and you have no right to make me work to buy things in this country, so let's throw a fit. Now pay my bills while I smoke some sh*t. And don't leave yet, because there's even more.]

And it gets harder to ignore when they're coming right for ya. But these folks, they just don't care anymore. You can change the channel if it bores ya. Me, I threw out my TV. People gotta tell me when I'm on it. People gotta explain the whole commercial, 'cause I never catch the reference. Man, I got better things to see. And I understand that time is precious. Mine is spent in reverence of this occupation, because I am in love with it, I am in love with it. I just. . . .

[So don't go running out the door when I'm going on forever. But some folks, they just can't take anymore. You can slit your other wrist if I bore ya. Some, they throw up hearing me. People often tell me that they vomit. People gotta exclaim and beg for mercy, 'cause I never catch a second breath. Man, I got better things to do than breathe. And I like to think that time is meaningless. Mine is spent irrelevant of close calculation, because I am in love with the sound of my voice, I am in love with it. I just. . . .]

(Deep breath) I need to learn how to slow down and just appreciate this moment. This one, 'cause it's all there is. And then I'm off again, forgetting. And I'm looking up again, and I'm searching for the lines that I had memorized, so that I--so that, well, so that I could think about something else.

[(No breath) I refuse to learn how to slow down and just approximate a regular poet. It's fun, 'cause I'm such a whiz. And then I'm off again, forever. And I'm looking at folks getting up again, and I'm searching for the ones that I can mesmerize, so that I--so that, well, so that I could speak about something else.]

Sometimes I feel helpless. Like I have a needle but no thread, so it's no good. I can only manage the damage. Sometimes I'm the subject of this charade, and some days I'm just its contents, that is displayed as a series of statistics--and yes, I am sometimes Y. So what of it? And what difference does it make when you die?

[Sometimes I feel clueless. Like I have a noodle but no bread, so it's no food. I can only mangle the language. Sometimes I'm a poet who sounds clichéd, and some days I'm just a moonbat, that is displayed as one serious yet simplistic--and yes, I am out of time. So what of it? And what difference does it make where I rhyme?]

Well, I want a government that practices something like the "take a penny, leave a penny" system. And there will come a day, but either way I'm for that rain-or-shine type of activism: the committed, who don't shed their tears but collect them, weaving them into meaningful tales. We tell each other stories of bravery and compassion to keep ourselves warm, to keep our hearts burning.

[Well, I want a government that practices something like the "take the booty from the snooty" system. From there will come our pay, but either way I'm for that soak-the-rich type of socialism: the dim-witted, who don't pay their taxes but collect them, receiving them into buckets and pails. We tell each other stories of slavery and oppression to keep ourselves mad, to keep our hate burning.]

And I'll tell you another thing: It's you, me, and everybody. So don't go making enemies, 'cause you can't win. Instead, it's time to start talking to these strangers, our neighbors. It's time to start caring for each other again. Call it community, call it an occupation, call it revolution if you wanna. Just get on it! Ten years ago woulda been a good place to start. Now will do. Or, at least I think we can all agree that now is the very best we can do.

[And I'll tell you another thing, and another, and another. So don't go making for the exit, 'cause I'm not done. Instead, it's time to start talking even longer, for hours. It's time to start wearing out my welcome again. Call it prolixity, call it a bloviation, call it regurgitation if you wanna. Just don't vomit! Ten years ago mighta been the time I began to start. I'm not through. Or, at least I think we can all agree that June is the very earliest I can do.]

So come with me and take heart. I got some New Year's resolutions and a good idea where to start. I got some friends on the inside, the outside, the flipside, and the best part is that you decide your place in this world, okay? You decide. So let's start. Because to build a better world, all you really gotta do . . . is your part.

[So come with me and smoke pot. I got some stashed inside my backpack and a good idea it's a lot. I got some friends from the insane, the profane, the birdbrain, and the upshot is that we complain about our place in this world, okay? Sweat and strain? No, let's not. Because to build a better world, all you really gotta do . . . is jack squat.]


TOPICS: Humor; Poetry
KEYWORDS: dufu; dummie; dummiefunnies; dummies; frustration; huff; huffandpuff; misty; mistyrowan; occupoet; occupy; ows; owsies; poetry; puff
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Shouldn't this have been in the Huffandpuffington Post?
1 posted on 04/27/2012 10:23:32 AM PDT by Charles Henrickson
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To: PJ-Comix; Xenalyte; RMDupree; AlexW; CzarNicky; Mike Fieschko; motzman; codercpc; thingumbob; ...

PING!


2 posted on 04/27/2012 10:27:49 AM PDT by Charles Henrickson (The Prog Spring of 2012.)
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To: Charles Henrickson

In just seconds after you know what.


3 posted on 04/27/2012 10:29:11 AM PDT by Cheburashka (It's legal to be out at night in spacesuits, even carrying a rag dolly. Cops hauled us in anyway.)
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To: Cheburashka

Top Ten...back to read.


4 posted on 04/27/2012 10:30:05 AM PDT by Cletus.D.Yokel (Catastrophic Anthropogenic Climate Alterations - The acronym explains the science.)
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To: Charles Henrickson

Top 5?


5 posted on 04/27/2012 10:32:31 AM PDT by Poser (Cogito ergo Spam - I think, therefore I ham)
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To: Charles Henrickson

I just *love* self-important people.


6 posted on 04/27/2012 10:35:16 AM PDT by sauropod (You can elect your very own tyranny - Mark Levin)
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To: Charles Henrickson

Yikes! This airhead takes liberal psychobabble to a whole new level.


7 posted on 04/27/2012 10:36:45 AM PDT by FlingWingFlyer (It's time for the 47% to start paying their "fair share" of income taxes.)
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To: Charles Henrickson

top 10!


8 posted on 04/27/2012 10:45:26 AM PDT by Condor51 (Yo Hoffa, so you want to 'take out conservatives'. Well okay Jr - I'm your Huckleberry)
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To: Charles Henrickson

I’ve been reading hippie crap like this for at least forty years and more. Not that I actually read this crud on a daily basis, but I have read similar tripe from the tortured individuals the world “just doesn’t understand.” Or maybe we do understand them. I guess I should feel bad that I start nodding off after a few verses. But I don’t. Because I’m a nasty, greedy, imperialist, hate-mongering, meat-eating, capitalist etc. Maybe if she’d eat a cheeseburger, she’d feel better. I usually do.


9 posted on 04/27/2012 10:54:51 AM PDT by driftless2
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To: Charles Henrickson

top 10, maybe


10 posted on 04/27/2012 10:57:53 AM PDT by NeoCaveman ("If I had a son he'd look like B.O.'s lunch" - Rin Tin Tin)
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To: Charles Henrickson

Rowan’s Maniacal Misty-me Tour


11 posted on 04/27/2012 11:00:37 AM PDT by mikrofon (The haiku she saying?)
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To: Charles Henrickson
I read her entire screed and don't understand one dam thing she's saying.

IMO she's seriously ill. A psychotic schizophrenic who should be heavily medicated.

12 posted on 04/27/2012 11:01:36 AM PDT by Condor51 (Yo Hoffa, so you want to 'take out conservatives'. Well okay Jr - I'm your Huckleberry)
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To: Charles Henrickson

What is the message to this meandering bilge?


13 posted on 04/27/2012 11:07:23 AM PDT by pogo101
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To: Charles Henrickson

Poetry that is not quite as good as Vogon peotry:

Ode To A Small Lump Of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning is a poem by Grunthos the Flatulent.
Excerpt

Putty. Putty. Putty.
Green Putty - Grutty Peen.
Grarmpitutty - Morning!
Pridsummer - Grorning Utty!
Discovery..... Oh.
Putty?..... Armpit?
Armpit..... Putty.
Not even a particularly
Nice shade of green.

During a reading of the poem, 4 of his audience died of internal hemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been “disappointed” by the poem’s reception.


14 posted on 04/27/2012 11:11:39 AM PDT by Cyber Liberty (Obama considers the Third World morally superior to the United States.)
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To: pogo101
What is the message to this meandering bilge?

It's art. It's activism. Isn't that enough? What are you, some kind of Philistine? Ars gratia artis and all that. Come on, get with it. . . .

15 posted on 04/27/2012 11:13:13 AM PDT by Charles Henrickson (The Prog Spring of 2012.)
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To: Charles Henrickson
Uhhh ....

Misty? Yes, you with the frizzy hair, shabby clothes, and ridiculous rectangular glasses!

Yeah ... just want you to know that your "poetry", if that's what it is, comes off as the deranged ramblings of a veteran pothead tripping out on the best homegrown, selectively bred, genetically enhanced Red Bud.

16 posted on 04/27/2012 11:19:43 AM PDT by ArrogantBustard (Western Civilization is Aborting, Buggering, and Contracepting itself out of existence.)
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To: mikrofon; All
There once was a poet named Misty
Whose poems were tortured and twisty
They went on so long
That even the strong
Felt kinda like slittin'-their-wristy
17 posted on 04/27/2012 11:20:45 AM PDT by Charles Henrickson (The wag tailoring the doggerel)
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To: mikrofon

I love the “Wooh!” of the crowd at the end (2:30).


18 posted on 04/27/2012 11:23:46 AM PDT by Charles Henrickson (The Prog Spring of 2012.)
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To: Charles Henrickson

Now THAT’S poetry!


19 posted on 04/27/2012 11:25:25 AM PDT by ArrogantBustard (Western Civilization is Aborting, Buggering, and Contracepting itself out of existence.)
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To: Charles Henrickson

ROTFL... well done!


20 posted on 04/27/2012 11:41:48 AM PDT by LambSlave
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To: Cyber Liberty

‘To Ma Own beloved Lassie. A poem on her 17th Birthday.
By Ewan McTeagle

Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday.
I’m absolutely skint.
But I’m expecting a postal order and I can pay you back as soon as it comes.
Love Ewan.


21 posted on 04/27/2012 11:42:59 AM PDT by freedomlover (Make sure you're in love - before you move in the heavy stuff)
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To: Condor51
I ran it through a Greek translator and it made much more sense. Well, I liked the squiggly bits at least.

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Ζω σε MPLS, ακούω Ani DiFranco και ψήφισα για Cynthia McKinney κατά την τελευταία προεδρική εκλογή. Είμαι μέλος της αντιπολεμικής επιτροπής (. Org) και στο χρόνο μου που είναι λιγότερο από το δωρεάν είδη παντοπωλείου τσάντα μου σε τοπικά φαγητά μου co-op. Θεωρώ ότι η ποίηση είναι μια παράσταση που βασίζεται, μέσο αφήγησης, έτσι ώστε τα περισσότερα από τα πράγματά μου είναι προφορικό λόγο. Για μένα, η τέχνη και ο ακτιβισμός είναι το ίδιο πράγμα.

22 posted on 04/27/2012 11:47:05 AM PDT by freedomlover (Make sure you're in love - before you move in the heavy stuff)
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To: Charles Henrickson

“We’re hoping they take her away,
‘Hoping they take her away .... take her today!”


23 posted on 04/27/2012 11:49:53 AM PDT by mikrofon (Wooh-t!)
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To: Charles Henrickson
I love the “Wooh!” of the crowd at the end (2:30).

"You like me! You really like me!"
24 posted on 04/27/2012 11:59:38 AM PDT by Army Air Corps (Four Fried Chickens and a Coke)
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To: FlingWingFlyer

I didn’t understand a single word of it. It was just stream of consciousness stuff.


25 posted on 04/27/2012 12:22:55 PM PDT by darkangel82 (I don't have a superiority complex, I'm just better than you.)
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To: Charles Henrickson
As far as I can tell, the total value to all humanity of these two would only be realized if the three of us were marooned in the New Guinea jungles, AND I needed two bodies with which to bribe the local cannibals to insure my survival.

They sure as hell aren't worth feeding. The pictures of them, with the light in their eyes being the Sun, shining through the backs of their heads...

26 posted on 04/27/2012 12:52:16 PM PDT by jonascord (Any Democrat = Classic examples of the Downing Effect.)
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To: Cyber Liberty

Grunthos the Flatulent was the poetmaster of the Azgoths of Kria, writers of the second worst poetry in the universe, coming between the third, the Vogons, and the first, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone.

The guide recites a tale of how, during one of his readings of his poem four of the audience died of internal hemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived only by gnawing one of his own legs off.

He was disappointed by the reception of his poem and so prepared to read his 12-book epic but was prevented from doing so when his small intestine leapt up his neck and throttled his brain in a desperate bid to save life and civilization, killing him.

http://hitchhikers.wikia.com/wiki/Grunthos_the_Flatulent


27 posted on 04/27/2012 12:54:31 PM PDT by Slings and Arrows (You can't have Ingsoc without an Emmanuel Goldstein.)
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To: Slings and Arrows
Grunthos the Flatulent was the poetmaster of the Azgoths of Kria, writers of the second worst poetry in the universe, coming between the third, the Vogons, and the first, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone....

...Which always brings us back to Maya Angelou.

28 posted on 04/27/2012 1:07:08 PM PDT by Cyber Liberty (Obama considers the Third World morally superior to the United States.)
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To: Cyber Liberty
...Which always brings us back to Maya Angelou.

Vogon poetry is mild in comparison.

29 posted on 04/27/2012 2:12:04 PM PDT by Slings and Arrows (You can't have Ingsoc without an Emmanuel Goldstein.)
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To: Charles Henrickson

How is that a poem? It’s just a rambling of incoherent thoughts, an assorted few which she managed to rhyme. I know the “artsy” libs will say that the problem is that we just aren’t sophisticated enough to understand and appreciate the artistry of it, but I say that it isn’t that we’re too dumb, it’s that we’re too smart. We’re too smart to see such “poetry” as art.


30 posted on 04/27/2012 3:18:29 PM PDT by Pinkbell (Woo hoo! Another moderate candidate! Thanks GOP and voters!)
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To: Cyber Liberty; Slings and Arrows

Oh flundered gruntbuggly, thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee
That mordiously hath bitled out its earted jurtles
Into a rancid festering [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts
And living glupules frart and slipulate like jowling meated liverslime
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don’t.


31 posted on 04/27/2012 4:34:59 PM PDT by Old Sarge (RIP FReeper Skyraider (1930-2011) - You Are Missed)
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To: Old Sarge

I rather liked it.


32 posted on 04/27/2012 5:05:26 PM PDT by Cyber Liberty (Obama considers the Third World morally superior to the United States.)
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To: Charles Henrickson

Sometimes I just wish that whole site was parody and satire, but it’s not.


33 posted on 04/27/2012 6:11:56 PM PDT by GeronL (The Right to Life came before the Right to Pursue Happiness)
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To: darkangel82
consciousness

lol. You are FAR FAR too kind.

34 posted on 04/27/2012 6:16:57 PM PDT by GeronL (The Right to Life came before the Right to Pursue Happiness)
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To: Old Sarge

up twinkles...

I think?

whatever it means


35 posted on 04/27/2012 6:19:59 PM PDT by GeronL (The Right to Life came before the Right to Pursue Happiness)
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To: Charles Henrickson

(Laughs out loud) Well done!


36 posted on 04/27/2012 6:45:37 PM PDT by Roscoe Karns
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To: Charles Henrickson
I think that I shall never see
A poem I like from Miss Tea Tree
37 posted on 04/27/2012 6:48:04 PM PDT by Roscoe Karns
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To: Charles Henrickson; mikrofon
“Wooh!”

Whew! It's over!

38 posted on 04/27/2012 6:50:41 PM PDT by Roscoe Karns
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To: Old Sarge; Cyber Liberty

Better than Maya Angelou.


39 posted on 04/27/2012 7:53:00 PM PDT by Slings and Arrows (You can't have Ingsoc without an Emmanuel Goldstein.)
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To: Charles Henrickson
As usual, William Topaz McGonagall didn't say it best (but he still beats this fool)

“The Great Franchise Demonstration
Dundee, 20th September 1884”

“‘Twas in the year of 1884, and on Saturday the 20th of September,
Which the inhabitants of Dundee will long remember
The great Liberal Franchise Demonstration,
Which filled their minds with admiration.

Oh! it was a most magnificent display,
To see about 20 or 30 thousand men all in grand array;
And each man with a medal on his breast;
And every man in the procession dressed in his best.

The banners of the processionists were really grand to see-
The like hasn’t been seen for a long time in Dundee;
While sweet music from the bands did rend the skies,
And every processionist was resolved to vote for the Franchise.

And as the procession passed along each street,
The spectators did loudly the processionists greet;
As they viewed their beautiful banners waving in the wind,
They declared such a scene would be ever fresh in their mind.

The mustering of the processionists was very grand,
As along the Esplanade each man took his stand,
And as soon as they were marshalled in grand array,
To the Magdalen Green, in haste, they wended their way.

And when they arrived on the Magdalen Green,
I’m sure it was a very beautiful imposing scene-
While the cheers of that vast multitude ascended to the skies,
For the “Grand Old Man,” Gladstone, the Hero of the Franchise,

Who has struggled very hard for the people’s rights,
Many long years, and many weary nights;
And I think the “Grand Old Man” will gain the Franchise,
And if he does, the people will laud him to the skies.

And his name should be written in letters of gold :
For he is a wise statesman- true and bold-
Who has advocated the people’s rights for many long years;
And when he is dead they will thank him with their tears.

For he is the man for the working man,
And without fear of contradiction, deny it who can;
Because he wishes the working man to have a good coat,
And, both in town and country, to have power to vote.

The reason why the Lords won’t pass the Franchise Bill :
They fear that it will do themselves some ill;
That is the reason why they wish to throw it out,
Yes, believe me, fellow citizens, that’s the cause without doubt.

The emblems and mottoes in the procession, were really grand,
The like hasn’t been seen in broad Scotland;
Especially the picture of Gladstone- the nation’s hope,
Who is a much cleverer man than Sir John Cope.

There were masons and ploughmen all in a row,
Also tailors, tenters, and blacksmiths, which made a grand show;
Likewise carters and bakers which was most beautiful to be seen,
To see them marching from the Esplanade to the Magdalen Green.

I’m sure it was a most beautiful sight to see,
The like has never been seen before in Dundee;
Such a body of men, and Gladstone at the helm,
Such a sight, I’m sure, ‘twould the Lords o’erwhelm.

Oh! it was grand to see that vast crowd,
And to hear the speeches, most eloquent and loud,
That were made by the speakers, regarding the Franchise;
While the spectators applauded them to the skies.

And for the “Grand Old Man” they gave three cheers,
Hoping he would live for many long years;
And when the speeches were ended, the people’s hearts were gay,
And they all dispersed quietly to their homes without delay.”

40 posted on 04/27/2012 8:10:58 PM PDT by decal (I'm not rude, I don't suffer fools is all.)
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To: Charles Henrickson

Insane profane birdbrain.

That perfectly sums this DUmmie up.


41 posted on 04/27/2012 8:56:42 PM PDT by Choose Ye This Day (There's no shame in attacking a criminal's bean bag. -- Ron Swanson)
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To: Charles Henrickson

Is that suppose to be a poem??


42 posted on 04/28/2012 4:46:56 AM PDT by KosmicKitty (WARNING: Hormonally crazed woman ahead!!)
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To: Condor51
"IMO she's seriously ill. A psychotic schizophrenic who should be heavily medicated."

IMO the problem is likely that she is already heavily self medicated.

43 posted on 04/28/2012 5:01:43 AM PDT by HangThemHigh (Entropy's not what it used to be.)
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To: HangThemHigh
*** IMO the problem is likely that she is already heavily self medicated. ***

If that's the case she needs a new supplier.
She's getting some really bad s**t.
;-)

'Back in the day' I saw people on Acid Trips that made more sense.

44 posted on 04/28/2012 7:28:11 AM PDT by Condor51 (Yo Hoffa, so you want to 'take out conservatives'. Well okay Jr - I'm your Huckleberry)
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To: PJ-Comix; Xenalyte; RMDupree; AlexW; CzarNicky; Mike Fieschko; motzman; codercpc; thingumbob; ...
DUFU UPDATE: MISTY RESPONDS!

Misty Rowan, the grocery-bagger/artist-activist, who literally is a TeaBagger, and who blogs under the name "MissTeaTree," which also makes her a TeaBlogger . . . well, Misty has discovered this DUFU and has responded to it over at her MissTeaTree BLOG and at the DUmmie FUnnies BLOG.

Over at MissTeaTree, Miss Misty writes this POST:

to the @sshole who posted my poetry on his dumb blog: Write your own material, you hack. Nobody likes a hater. Haters don't even like haters. That's how bad they suck. But, thanks for the traffic.

And at the DUmmie FUnnies blog, MissTeaTree wrote this COMMENT, among others:

Wow. What an ignorant f*** you are. Don't like it? How about don't post it on your own blog just because you don't have an independent thought in your head. Write you're own blog posts (and yes, your poetry does suck @ss))

Misty. Misty, Misty. . . . Where is the love? Aren't you the one who said, telling us another thing: "It's you, me, and everybody. So don't go making enemies, 'cause you can't win. Instead, it's time to start talking to these strangers. . . ." Sweet sentiment. I got a little Misty-eyed.

"It's time to start talking to these strangers. . . ." Look, Misty, I'll talk to you, and I think you're stranger. So why all this hate? Where is your sense of humor at a little gentle satire? You have to admit, you do fit a certain stereotype pretty much to a T(ea).

And I'll let you in on a little secret: I actually liked your "poem," in a loopy sort of way. I found it entertaining. And while you don't use traditional poetic structure, you do use internal rhyme and alliteration. Your fast-talk, huff-and-puff delivery was . . . different . . . but it worked for this piece.

And I wouldn't be surprised if you're a nice person in real life. Well-intentioned, too. Of course, I find your politics "misguided," at best. But if you've got friends on the inside, the outside, and the flipside, surely you can have friends on the rightside.

Oh, and we at DUmmie FUnnies are happy to give you the traffic. You provide people an insight into the leftist mind (such as it is). Say, I notice that the VIDEO of "The Huff and Puff of my Frustration" jumped from 161 views to 207 since I DUFUed it yesterday. Way to go, Misty! Because to make yourself a star, all you really gotta do . . . is get on the DUmmie FUnnies.

45 posted on 04/28/2012 9:51:33 AM PDT by Charles Henrickson (Misty-eyed.)
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To: sauropod
She's probably a member.

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46 posted on 04/28/2012 9:59:34 AM PDT by cripplecreek (What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world but loses his soul?)
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To: Charles Henrickson

I encourage others to click your link to the DUFU. She’s made a few more comments than the one you put here.


47 posted on 04/28/2012 10:08:20 AM PDT by Cyber Liberty (Obama considers the Third World morally superior to the United States.)
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To: pogo101
What is the message to this meandering bilge?

Oh, you just aren't worthy if you have to ask....

ROTF!!

I get the impression that Misstee is pi$$ed at a blogger or sumtin'.

48 posted on 04/28/2012 10:14:41 AM PDT by EGPWS (Trust in God, question everyone else)
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To: Cyber Liberty; PJ-Comix; Ballygrl; franksolich
I encourage others to click your link to the DUFU. She’s made a few more comments than the one you put here.

Yes, over at the BLOG of this DUFU in the Comments section, MissTeaTree has made FIVE comments so far, none of which, oddly, seem to reflect her gentle, sweet spirit or good-natured sense of humor.

49 posted on 04/28/2012 10:16:14 AM PDT by Charles Henrickson (Misty-eyed.)
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To: Charles Henrickson

Play Misty for me.

Oh. You already did.


50 posted on 04/28/2012 10:25:31 AM PDT by pogo101
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