Articles Posted by Papa Possum
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery Rhymes Political Poetry for Traitorous Times Leviathan(The Left's Ultimate Social Contract) All the fruit of your labor is full forfeit to Its will. The bread earned for your infant's mouth, instead Its maw must fill. Those guilty of ability serve sentence to Its need. A new day has arisen and Leviathan must feed. Of, by, and for The People is a quaint concept of old. The Stewards you elected have Your Constitution sold. So bow to Its New Order and Its sovereign mandate heed: All things exist for It alone, Leviathan must feed. Don't bleat...
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery Rhymes Political Poetry for Traitorous Times Happy Birthday, O Dear Leader, Year Two(The Peasants' Birthday Wish,Still Not Kneeling) It's Dear Leader's second birthday as The President and so Dread King Soros will fête him at D.C.'s Versailles Nouveau. The Courtiers invited are the Ruling Class Noblesse: Celebrities and Ivy League and Congressmen and Press. The staff has laid the place settings and set up the buffet to whet their Far Left Appetites with Golden Goose Flambé. ...
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery Rhymes Political Poetry for Traitorous Times Happy Birthday, O Dear Leader, Year Two(The Peasants' Birthday Wish,Still Not Kneeling) It's Dear Leader's second birthday as The President and so Dread King Soros will fête him at D.C.'s Versailles Nouveau. The Courtiers invited are the Ruling Class Noblesse: Celebrities and Ivy League and Congressmen and Press. The staff has laid the place settings and set up the buffet to whet their Far Left Appetites with Golden Goose Flambé. ...
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Papa Possum needs readers for three different video projects. Pieces to read available at his blog. 1) People who disagree with the current administration are needed to read for, "Now In The Center Ring" 2) People who disagree with the current administration, dislike the way The Democrats treat the military, and who are US combat vets are needed to read for, "Old Sun Tzu" 3) People who disagree with the current administration and who have at one time lived under communism are needed to read for, "Marx The Angry Munchkin" If you are interested, FReepmail Papa Possum
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery Rhymes Political Poetry for Traitorous Times Historia Dea Stili(Historia, Goddess of The Stylus) Of Tigris and Euphrates and Civilization's day, men still can read the records baked cuneiform in clay. Of Egypt's three millenia through which The Nile rolled, men still can see The Pharohs' deeds on papyrus enscrolled. Of Marathon, Thermopylae, Plataea men still speak, and those inclined can read accounts penned in the Ancient Greek. ...
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery Rhymes Political Poetry for Traitorous Times Happy Birthday, O Dear LeaderI'm Not Kneeling Happy Birthday, O Dear Leader, and on this, your glorious day, if I were a kneeling peon, I'd wish that all things go your way. That our evil land be humbled so Utopia might flower. That our economy be leveled to secure your seat of power. ...
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery Rhymes Political Poetry for Traitorous Times Brother Al's Traveling Ecopalypse ShowEstablishment Clause? Anyone? Anyone? Once upon a long time, long time, before the age of Man, The Earth was green and quite pristine, an Eden wonderland. Far wiser creatures roamed The Earth pre-Man's ascendancy, tooth and claw and tarpits all just lived in harmony.
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery Rhymes Political Poetry for Traitorous Times Come The Next Cold MorningSenator who? Oh right, him. Once every six years or so right in the mid of fall people queue in freezing lines to heed their civic call. Folks here in Connecticut again see something odd, a name there on the ballot, long-lost Senator Dodd...
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Connecticut Resistance is holding a "Done With Dodd" Rally tomorrow Dodd's Hartford office, 12:05 sharp. Check out their web sit for more info. http://www.ctresistance.com
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery Rhymes Political Poetry for Traitorous Times Marx The Angry Munchkin Video posted here
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery Rhymes Political Poetry for Traitorous Times Now In The Center RingIgnore the man behind the curtain... Ladies and Gents, I urge you now, turn toward the center ring, and trust your eyes when they perceive a deft and skillful thing....
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery RhymesPolitical Poetry for Traitorous Times Marx The Angry MunchkinNeed more be said? Marx The Angry Munchkin was a malcontented elf. He seethed with hate when someone had something more than himself. He thought it an injustice, he thought it naked greed, that someone else should have something that he himself did need. He'd crouch inside his hovel and he'd curse and damn his fate, and while he could make his life better, he preferred to sit and hate: those he thought his betters, those he thought more blessed, those who saw their glass half-full, those...
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery RhymesPolitical Poetry for Traitorous Times The Tolerant OnesThe lyrics to the anthemof our Politically CorrectDo-Gooders-And-Know-Betters. How can you live with your... self when you won't think like everyone... else? While you might have your own point of... view, if you don't think exactly what we tell you to, Then you're a racist, sexist, bigot, homophobe. If we had sticks and stones we'd smash your frontal lobe. We know you're burning crosses while you're wearing robes, 'cause you're all racist, sexist, bigot homophobes! Sinners! You'd better watch what you... say, we've got lots of "ism" cards...
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery RhymesPolitical Poetry for Traitorous Times Georgie SorgieA Coronation Day tributeto the masters of The New Regime. A Coronation Day Two-fer from Papa Possum. The 20th approaches, listen to the fanfare play. We'll cast the straw-dog villain out, on Coronation Day! Marvel at the minions marching, their children heil in harmony. We'll not only change a President, we'll gain a Monarchy. A figurehead will be the Pres and he who pulled his strings and funded his ascension will be our de facto King. The media will spin the truth, up as down and south as north,...
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery RhymesPolitical Poetry for Traitorous Times George Bush's FaultWhat we can learn from the presidencyof the much maligned George W. Bush. A Coronation Day Two-fer from Papa Possum. Polar bears now all are drowning, hurricanes and storms assault, bees are dying in their hives, and it's all George Bush's fault. Fire now is melting steel, those airplanes he didn't halt, 9-11 was an inside job, and it's all George Bush's fault. There's no Universal Healthcare, there's no distributive vault, there's no Socialist Utopia, and it's all George Bush's fault. Each traitor co-opting crisis, each loons' conspiracy...
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery RhymesPolitical Poetry for Traitorous Times Old Sun Tzu The sign read, "Halp us John Carry, We R Stuck In Irak!". The soldiers meant it as a swipe to his elitist crack. He dissed our fighting men against advise from Old Sun Tzu. So, Democrats, what makes you think we'd ever fight for you? Dick Durbin called them NAZI's Soviets and Khmer Rouge. He caimed on TV to the world the played the fascist's stooge. He ceded moral ground against advise from Old Sun Tzu. So, Democrats, what makes you think we'd ever fight for you?...
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery RhymesPolitical Poetry for Traitorous Times Little Billy Pipebomb Little Billy Pipebomb had a very misspent youth, forecasting Weather Underground, a terrorist "for Truth". He and his buddies set their sights to take the system down, then bombed the cops and then The Congress and The Pentagon. Billy never went to prison 'cause he took it on the lam, and while he hid the things he did he hatched some other plans, Like teaching Marx to kids, launching political careers, a fuzzy "reformed" terrorist with a bunch of crazy years. But on the day The Towers...
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Papa Possum'sNew World Nursery RhymesPolitical Poetry for Traitorous Times Chopenhange A little town called Freedom once stood out on the range when a wagon steered into the square with the banner "Chopenhange!" The wagon was well worn, its mule overcome with mange, and the wagon stopped, and set up shop to sell some Chopenhange. The Barker started calling, "Oyez! People what will you exchange? Absolve your Sin! Ring Justice in! All with some Chopenhange!" He motioned to a row of bottles dusty, wondrous, and strange, "I'll take anything to which you cling for an ounce of Chopenhange!" The people...
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