Shorts

Real reason President Musk tanked the CR deal: Criminalizing the publication of “nonconsensual intimate visual depictions,” including deepfake pornography, and requiring social media to remove the content after being notified by a victim.

Tone deaf: After likening tribes, environmentalists, and other communities opposing the Sites Reservoir to NIMBYs, Newsom sucked up and said: “Donald Trump, this is your kind of project.”

Mika and Jo’s Mar-a-Lago report: It tastes GREAT! (Journalists or sycophants?)

Inauguration 2025

There are now reports that some Democratic members of Congress are planning to boycott the inauguration. It is totally understandable why they would consider passing up what, under normal circumstances, would be a celebration of democracy and the peaceful transfer of power. 

Suggestion:

Democrats and other patriots could transform it into a protest. They could carry signs reminding the American people that Trump is an ethical nightmare and a criminal. They can even cause a peaceful disruption when he attempts to lie about preserving and protecting the Constitution.

One could also follow up the inaugural ceremony by remaining at the Capital after Trump leaves to pay tribute to the law enforcement officers who were injured or died as a result of the January 6th insurrection that he incited. And they could also incorporate a memorial to Martin Luther King Jr., whose holiday coincides with Inauguration Day.

Don’t Give Up

“Land of the Brave” where dear liberty was crowned,
We once stood united, our wills tightly bound.
Through the smoke of battle, our ancestors espied
That freedom’s a flame, but it can flicker and die.
From the ashes of conflict, we forged our resolve,
In confronting the tyrants, our spirits evolved.
With courage we faced those who twisted the truth,
Promises that gush like the Fountain of Youth.

Yet now in the shadows, the voices grow loud,
With pledges painted in palettes of the proud.
Cloaked in assurance, with menace beneath,
The gloss of populists who thrive on our beefs.
“Remember,” they say, “the past is a guide;”
But complacence makes civic duty slide.

We gather our banners, but forget what they mean,
As we march to the rhythms of a con man’s scheme.
The lessons grow dimmer as visions in fog;
While strongmen encroach, we sit like boiling frogs.
With fervor they promise to serve and protect,
But a chain on the soul is what they project.

So heed history’s warnings, the lessons they give,
For freedom’s a choice, not a passive way to live.
In the face of the storm, let our voices unite;
For the fight isn’t over, we must keep our rights.
To honor the fallen, please open your eyes;
For sake of the nation, let wisdom arise.
Together we’ll withstand, but divided we’ll fall;
For our future to last, we must give it our all.

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Keep the Fire

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you, hey
Folks, the stakes couldn’t be higher

Come on, people, keep the fire
Come on, people, keep the fire
Our plight couldn’t be more dire

Mm, the time for hesitation’s through
There’s no time to wallow in the mire
Dear friends, we could only lose
And our rights become a funeral pyre

Come on, people, keep the fire
Come on, people, keep the fire
Our plight couldn’t be more dire

Well, you know that it would be untrue
And you know that I would be a liar
If I was to go and tell you
People, the risk couldn’t be higher

Come on, people, bring your fire
Come on, people, bring your fire
The danger couldn’t be more dire!

🎵

Victory? Waltz

You were dancing to the rhythm of a Victory Waltz
When your old foe you happened to see
He gave a big grin to his sidekick and while you were dancing
The Don stole the White House from thee

I remember the night of that “Victory Waltz”
Now I know just how much we have lost
Yes, we lost our dear freedom on the night they were playing
That F***ing Orange and Vance Waltz!

🎵

Piña Coladas

I am tired of the Donald
He’s been kvetching too long
Like a broken recording
Of the same, worn-out song
So, cuz he keeps on whining
I searched on Google while in bed
And on a health advice website
There was this counsel I read

If you like piña coladas
And hate goin’ down the drain
If you’re not into MAGA
If you have half a brain
If you like living life in freedom
Not cowed by a big ape
Then here’s the cure you’re looking for
It will get you in shape

He didn’t think much of that lady
I know you know who I mean
Don with his side kick J.D.
Had slunk back into the same sordid routine
And so out in the Garden
MAGAS sieg heiled their Führer
And while he thought no one noticed
He can’t fool all the voters

Yes, I like piña coladas
And some distilled sugar cane
I’m not into his BS
I am into champagne
So we got out to vote in November
To make a change of landscape
And toast to all our hopes—
But Damn! He did escape!

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

🎵

Kamalat!

It’s true! It’s true! History made it clear.
The turnout just went through the roof this year.

The race was changed just a few months ago here:
Summer and the fall turned out really hot,
And there’s no lower limit to the gloom here
In Kamalat.

Slacking off was a no-no through November.
Vote ended November fifth on the dot.
With no stop, campaigned till the vote was over
In Kamalat.

Kamalat! Kamalat!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Kamalat, Kamalat
That’s how depressed we are.

The ballot count began just after sundown.
By morn, the Donald’s smirk did reappear.
In short, there’s simply not
A more disheartening spot
For freedom-lovers everywhere than here
In Kamalat!

Drumpfus as POTUS! Oh No!

🎵

Where Has the American Dream Gone?

Where have all our freedoms gone?
Long time passing
Where have all our freedoms gone?
Long time ago?
Where have all our freedoms gone?
The Boss has snatched them every one
Oh, when will we ever learn?
Oh, when will we ever learn?
Where have all liberties gone?
Where have all the guardrails gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the guardrails gone?
Long time ago?
Where have all the guardrails gone?
They’ve taken our rights every one
Oh, when will we ever learn?
Oh, when will we ever learn?
Where have all privacy gone?
Long time passing
Where have all human rights gone?
Long time ago?
Where will our hopes and dreams go?
They may not ever show
Oh, when will we ever learn?
Oh, when will we ever learn?

🎵

Till there was…

There was Fox on the air
But I never heard such whining
No, I never heard it so much
‘Til there was You

There were Reps on the Hill
But I never saw them plotting
No, I never saw it before
‘Til there was You

Then there were spiteful and jingoist speeches
They tell me
In your MAGA rallies
Of Strum und Drang

There was hate all around
But I never dreamed it growing
No, I never feared it so much
‘Til there was You

Then there were round-ups and deported masses
They tell me
And filling up prisons
With libs and gays

Freedom was all around
But I never thought much of it
No, I never thought I’d lose it
‘Til there was You
‘Til there was Don

🎵

The Right’s Logic*

Why should one vote for HIM?
Because HE deserves it.

Vote for Him, so you won’t be a loser.

Isn’t He worried about His reputation?
No, it’s okay. HIS dad cheated, and he had a reputation.

If you are right wing, then you’re a patriot.
I’m not.
Then you’re not a patriot.

Right-wing ideas are superior to “Democrat” ideas.

Drinking bleach cures COVID.
No, it doesn’t …
You can’t say that! You’re a Democrat!

We should use masks against COVID.
No! The Democrats are the ones who support that!

They say HE doesn’t tell the truth.
But you don’t either.

Don’t you think lying is wrong?
Yeah.
Well, he just lied!
Ok, but HE’s a good guy.

Banning guns is nonsense.
Criminals will find a way.

Dictators make you snap on command.
Dictators must be smart.

Have Democrats stopped cheating at the elections?

What proof do you have HE did not suffer from millions of fraud votes?

The Afghanistan withdrawal was Biden’s fault.

Democrats are commies.
I don’t believe it.
Prove they aren’t.

No Jew votes for Democrats.
But my friend Aaron votes for Democrats.
Well, he isn’t a TRUE Jew.

Before we argue about immigration, let’s define it as “vermin control.”

HE says that dictators are his friends.
HE also said Biden was a dictator, so was Biden his friend?

Slaves learned useful skills on the plantation, so more education was a waste of time.

Stripping rights is bad, but HE still has to finish it.

Imposing larger tariffs will stop China.
Genius?!?

Project 2025 is too long for me to read,
but worth every word.

I can’t believe they said HIS debate was awful.
Awful originally meant that it inspired awe!

Springfield officials said no one’s eating dogs!
I’m entitled to my opinion.

They say they’ll lower your taxes.
Don’t listen to them. They’re Marxists.

Can you assure us that HE’ll help finance child care?
I can’t, but HIS new tariffs will solve everything.

If you don’t vote for Him,
You won’t be safe,

Your kid will change sex,
YOU’LL GO TO HELL!

*The Right’s Logical Fallacies

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Take Heed

To win the ballot
Requires reaching young voters
Listening’s the way

———

為了贏得選票
需要接觸年輕選民
最好是聽聽

———

選挙に勝つ
若者が必要
注目する

———

Pour gagner le vote
Il faut atteindre les jeunes
Il faut écouter

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Red, Red Crimes

Red, Red crimes
Go to my head
Remind me that MAGAs
Do love HIM so

Red, Red crimes
It’s up to us
All we should do, must do
Lest our liberties go
Yes, our freedoms will go

I’d have sworn that with time
Thoughts of him would leave their heads
I was wrong, and I find
That one thing makes me regret

Red, Red crimes
Menace us all
Don’t let me be alone
It’s tearing apart
My Blue, Blue heart

I’d have sworn that with time
Thoughts of him would leave their heads
I was wrong, and I find
Just one thing makes me regret

You who also hate Red, Red crimes
Stand up with me
Don’t let me be alone
Let’s mount the ramparts
True Patriots!

🎵


Power of a King?

In this land where justices toy with might,
A ruling’s been cast in ancient light,
Where king and president can entwine,
And ambition subverts Founders’ design.
The Court, with corrupt intent and a sneer,
Has penned a future so very drear,
Where winner wears both crown and pin,
And scales of justice shift and spin.
A President with sole sovereign sway,
Would leave precedents in disarray,
Where once were checks and balances tied tight,
There would reign a Chief of singular right.
No longer bound by common chains,
The leader’s will like thunder reigns,
Just as savants of the past foretold:
A realm where honors, favors are all sold.
The one who wins November’s race
May lead the land with little grace,
And hold high a scepter in one firm hand
To bring the Constitution to an end.
Yet in this time of wayward scheme,
The People’s voices, often shunned, scream
That for freedom and rights to be upheld
Our Democracy’s foes must be expelled.
So observe with care, and mark this hour,
As power’s scope grows vast and dour,
Every wannabe tyrant’s acts so bold
Must be soundly beaten ten million fold.

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Harris and Walz Waltz

The lights have all turned on;
The band’s playin’ their song—
The Harris and Walz waltz.
It’s been a long climb
Since we’ve had a good time,
And it’s high time we did.
So let’s get ready to dance;
For now we have a chance,
And it’s good to feel like this.

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

J.D.’s Shtick

Knock, knock. 

“Who’s there?”

“Sofa.”

“Sofa who?”

“Sofa who? What happened to ‘I’ll be yours forever’?”

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

The Valet and the Orange Man

Nauta and the Orange Man were hiding a stash
They stayed up all night to move boxes and trash
From Jack Special Counsel Smith who had a jurist named CAN(non)
For reasons unexplained, she liked the Orange Man

Nauta was a sailor ‘fore he became valet
But soon found out serving Orange Man was not child’s play
They knew that they’d find freedom just across the MAGA Line
So they hopped into a stolen car, took Highway 95

And the fools went down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell

Jack Special Counsel Smith never liked the Orange Man
Even back at the Hague, he wanted to see him in the can
CAN sadly became enamored with a treasonous shill
She got appointed by the Orange Man from the Mansion near the Hill

It was out on Traitor’s Row, Nauta at the wheel
They dashed into paradise, they could hear them tires squeal
Jack Special Counsel Smith pulled up and said “Everyone stop or I’ll fire.
If you don’t surrender now, it’s gonna go down to the wire”

And the fools went down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell

After their case rolled up, Special Counsel close behind
Events took his case away, messed up his mind
Jack Special Counsel Smith was left climbing up a tree
Prosecutor thwarted by a biased judiciary

Next day, Jack Special Counsel Smith still was in pursuit
He was taking the whole thing personal, he didn’t care about the loot
CAN had shown him many times it was easy to be bought
With MAGA, anything’s legal as long as you don’t get caught

And the fools went down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell

Someplace by Coleman Prison, they ran out of gas
Jack Special Counsel Smith had cornered ’em, said,
“Boy, you didn’t think that this could last”
CAN jumped up out of bed, said,
“There’s someplace I gotta go”
She took a gavel from the drawer and said,
“It’s best if you don’t know”
Jack Special Counsel Smith was found knocked out till appeal
The Orange Man was on the lagoon bridge using Nauta as a shield
Agents said to Orange Man, “We’re not fooled by Nauta’s lie
The videos show how he became your go-to MAGA guy”

And the fools went down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell

Now the town of Mar-a-Lago is quieting down again
I’m sitting in a bar and grill called Born Again Den
The TV set was blown up, every bit of it is gone
Ever since the nightly news said that the Orange Man was on

I guess I’ll go to Florida and get myself some sun
There ain’t no more opportunity here, everything been done
Sometimes I think of Nauta, sometimes I think of CAN
Sometimes I don’t think about nothing but the Orange Man

And the fools went down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell

And the fools went down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell

🎵

L’élection

La France
retient son souffle
La claque
Non au RN
C’est ouf
L’espoir renaît
Et maintenant
on fait quoi?

Election

France
holds its breath
The Slap
No to RN
Phew
Hope is reborn
And now
what to do?

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Stay or Go?

Whoa

Joey, you got to let us know

Should you stay or should you go?
If we know that you are fine
We’ll be here ’til the end of time

So you got to let us know
Should you stay or should you go?

It’s always tease, tease, tease
You’ve lately got us on our knees
One day is fine and next is black
So if you want us off your back

Well, come on and let us know
Should you stay or should you go?

Should you stay or should you go now?
Should you stay or should you go now?
If you go there will be trouble
And if you stay it may be double
So come on and let us know

This indecision’s bugging us
If you don’t show us, we will fuss
Exactly what are we supposed to do?
Don’t you know we’re worried about you?

Come on and let us know
Should we cool it or should we blow?

🎵

Whatever He Wants

Narrator: This, as you may recognize, is a map of the United States and there’s a little town there called Trumpsville.

On a given morning not too long ago the rest of the world disappeared and Trumpsville was left all alone. Its inhabitants were never sure whether the world was destroyed and only Trumpsville left untouched, or whether the village had somehow been taken away.

They were, on the other hand, sure of one thing—the cause. A monster had arrived in the village.

Just by using his mind, he took away justice, freedom, and morality, because they displeased him. And he moved an entire community back into the dark ages just by using his mind.

Now, I’d like to introduce you to some of the people in Trumpsville.

These are Judges Roberts, Thomas, and Alito. It’s in their courthouse that the monster presides.

These two are Sen. McConnell and Speaker Johnson.

And this is Ivanka, who probably had more control over the monster in the beginning than almost anyone. But one day she forgot. She began to speak aloud. Now, the monster doesn’t like her speaking so his mind snapped at her, and turned her into this smiling, vacant thing you’re looking at now. She speaks no more.

And you’ll note that the people in Trumpsville, USA have to smile. They have to think happy thoughts and say happy things because once displeased, the monster can wish them into Gitmo or change them into a Big Mac and fries.

This particular monster can read minds, you see. He knows every thought, he can feel every emotion.

Oh, yes, I did forget something, didn’t I? I forgot to introduce you to the monster. This is the monster. His name is Donny Trump.

He’s seventy-eight-years-old with a rakish, frat-boy face; grey-blue, guileful eyes; and a six-year-old’s mind. But when those eyes look at you, you’d better start thinking happy thoughts because the mind behind them is absolutely in charge.

Roberts: Howdy, Donny. Mighty good to see you today.

Donny: Mighty good.

Thomas: And it’s such a good day, isn’t it?

Donny: It’s a real good day!

Alito: What are you doing, Donny?

Donny: I made a stripper with three boobs. See her? (Glancing toward Ivanka)

McConnell: Yeah.

Johnson: Yeah, my, she’s a real fine one.

Thomas: I ain’t never seen a stripper with three boobs before, ‘cept in Total Recall.

Donny: I’ll make her dead now. I’m tired of playing with her. Be dead. Stripper, you be dead!

Alito: My, my, that’s real fine that you done that. That’s—that’s real fine, Donny.

Roberts: You’re a good boy, Donny.

All with Ivanka nodding: We all love you.

Narrator: We only wanted to introduce you to this singularly immune citizen—little Donny Trump, age not allowed to say, who lives in a village called Trumpsville, in a place that used to be the USA.

And if by some strange chance you should run across him, you had best think only MAGA thoughts. Anything less than that is handled at your own risk.

Because if you do meet Donny you can be sure of one thing—you have entered the Trump Zone.

📺

God Save the Don

God save our Sov’reign Don,
Long live our noble Don,
God save the Don!
Send him victorious,
Wealthy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the Don!

O Lord our God arise,
Scatter his enemies,
And make them fall!
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their commie tricks,
On Him our hopes we fix,
Lord save us all!

Not in this land alone,
But be God’s mercies known,
From shore to shore!
Lord make the nation see,
That Don should Monarch be,
And form one dynasty,
The wide world o’er.

From every latent foe,
From the liberals’ crow,
God save the Don!
O’er his thine hand extend,
For ‘Merka’s sake defend,
Our Savior, prince, and fiend,
God save the Don!

The choicest bribes in store,
On him be pleased to pour,
Long may he reign!
May he offend all laws,
And ever give us cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Don!

🎵

From the Pundit of Avon

I scorn you, scurvy companion.
Thou art a boil, a plague sore.
The rankest compound of villainous smell
that ever offended nostril.
I am sick when I do look on thee.
I’ll beat thee, but I would infect my hands

Thou cream faced loon.
Thou lump of foul deformity.
Thou art as fat as butter.
Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon.
You are as a candle, the better burnt out.

A most notable coward,
an infinite and endless liar,
an hourly promise breaker,
the owner of no one good quality.
Thy sin’s not accidental, but a trade.

Thou art unfit for any place but hell.
Away, you three-inch fool!

Good Enough?

You could walk ten miles on your hands and knees
Ain’t no doubt about it, baby, it’s me you aim to please
You could swear your loyalty, and lay yourself bare
That’s just the thing, babe, I just don’t care

That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!

For me, baby, you could swim the sea
But nothing you could do would satisfy me
Even if you come over and lap up the crumbs and dirt

And make sure it doesn’t stain my clean white shirt

That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!

You could fawn 24 hours, seven days a week
Just so you could come here and kiss my cheek
You’ll love me in the morning and you’ll love me at noon
You’ll love me in the night and boogie to my tune

That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!

You could send me every penny you’ve ever earned
And say you’re not worried about getting burned
You could storm the Capitol, hang my wimpy VP
Just to get yourself up close to me

That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!

🎵

In a Bind

Over at court, corruption was laid bare,
A Big Kahuna’s deeds, foul and unfair.
The evidence was piled, a mountain high,
Yet dark shadows prowled beneath the sky.
Overtones of power, glimpses of gold,
Whispers of secrets, very long untold.
The juror’s mind was a tangled maze,
Caught in the web of societal craze.
But as deliberation steamed the air,
A silence soon fell, infused with despair.
For justice, it would seem, had a price to pay,
And thus morals and truth began to sway.
One by one, members cast their vote,
Their hearts heavy, their minds remote.
Knowing the truth but fearing the great cost
To defy the powerful who would be crossed.
Guilty, guilty, guilty, his conscience cried,
But “Not Guilty” sounded, as justice died.
His verdict spoken, his duty done,
The juror was thanked, the System had won.
Given chance to do what’s right, he had failed;
His sense of honor, self-worth had derailed.
After all, what lesson had been learned?
Oblige the powerful, or you’ll get burned.
So he returned home to hide the shame
Having been caught up in a sordid game.
But just when guilt started to fade away,
A hard knock came before the break of day.
The juror opened his door, heart in throat,
Perceiving a change of fate, a bad note.
When the goons entered with hood and ties,
He asked, “Why?” with incredulous surprise.
“I voted ‘acquit’ and met his demands,”
“You took too long, so now reach out your hands.”

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

What’s My Line?

Demogogue
Here’s lookin’ to you, kid.

Citizen
Shut up — you had me at “hello.”
You have bewitched me, body and soul.
I like you very much. Just as you are.

Demogogue
So you’re telling me there’s a chance?

Citizen
Inconceivable!
What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.
We all go a little mad sometimes.

Demogogue
You talkin’ to me?

Citizen
That’s a fact, Jack!

Demogogue
I AM OZ…. the Great and Powerful!
I’m the king of the world!
King Kong ain’t got shit on me!
The stuff that dreams are made of.

Demogogue
Yeah, well, that’s just, like, your opinion, man.
Surely you can’t be serious.

Demogogue
I am serious…and don’t call me Shirley.
You can’t handle the truth!
Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?

Citizen
ET phone home.
Stupid is as stupid does.
Do or do not. There is no try.

Demogogue
English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?
It’s a madhouse! A madhouse!

Citizen
Houston, we have a problem.
I’ve got a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.

Demogogue
You’re out of order!
Nobody puts Baby in a corner.
I have become more powerful than any Jedi.

Citizen
You are no Vader. You are just a child in a mask.
You better lawyer up, asshole.
Go ahead, make my day.

Demogogue
I was perfect.
I coulda been a contender.

Citizen
Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.
Welcome to Earth.

Demogogue
Look what you’ve done! I’m melting! Melting!
The horror. The horror.

Citizen
Elementary, my dear Watson!
Hasta la vista, baby!

Demogogue
I’m finished.

Citizen
Yippee-ki-yay, Mother F***ker.
And may the Force of Justice, Equality, and Freedom be with us all!

© 2026, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Book of Don*

There was a man from the land of Gotham, whose name was Don; and that man was flawed and corrupt, and one that loved Mammon, and embraced evil.

And there were begat unto him three sons and two daughters.

His substance also was Trump Tower, and scores of golf courses, and dozens of hotels, and a private university, and a very great household; so that this man was the greatest of all the tycoons of the land.

And his sons went and crimed in their houses, every one his day; and sent and called for their sisters to crime and to partake with them.

And it was so, when the days of their criming were gone about, that Don sent and sanctified them, and rose up early in the morning, and tweeted his commands according to the number of them all: for Don said, It may be that my heirs have sinned, and cursed God in their hearts. Thus did Don continually.

Now there was a day when the sons of Satan came to present themselves before the Lord of Hell, and Mammon came also among them.

And Satan said unto Mammon, Whence comest thou? Then Mammon answered Satan, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.

And Satan said unto Mammon, Hast thou considered my servant Don, that there is none like him in the earth, such a flawed and a corrupt man, one that esteems Me, and embraces evil?

Then Mammon answered Satan, and said, Doth Don love Thee for nought?

10 Hast Thou not made a Teflon shield about him, and about his house, and about all that he hath on every side? Thou hast blessed the work of his hands, and his substance is increased in the land.

11 But now put forth thine hand, and put a spell on all that he hath, and he will curse you to your face.

12 So Mammon went forth from the presence of Satan.

13 And there was a day when Don’s sons and his daughters were eating and drinking wine in his beach-front house:

14 And there came a messenger unto Don, and said, Stormy is coming, and Cohen and Pecker beside her:

15 And Alvin Bragg fell upon him, and booked him straight away; yea, they have opened a case of election interference; and Don said He’s the victim here.

16 While that messenger was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, The ire of the Feds descended on his house, and hath discovered the documents, and even though Don had his servants hide them; and Don said He’s the victim here.

17 While that messenger was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, Jack Smith says Don stirred chaos to force lawmakers to delay the certification of the vote; and Don said He’s the victim here.

18 While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, Don, his sons and his daughters have been again feasting and enjoying their house built on fraud:

19 And, behold, there came a great dark wind called Letitia, and smote the four corners of the house, and the toll came to the tune of half a billion dollars; and Don said He’s the victim here.

20 Then Don arose, and rent his Brioni suit, and shaved his hair-sprayed coif, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped,

21 And said, Naked came I, born with only a tiny silver spoon, and naked I shall never return (unless on a bed of cash): Mammon makes, and the Woke Deep State takes; blessed be the name of Satan.

22 In this Don apologized not, but blamed all as is his wont.

*****

2 Again there was a day when the sons of Satan came to present themselves before the Lord of Hell, and Mammon came also among them to present himself before Satan.

And Satan said unto Mammon, From whence comest thou? And Mammon answered Satan, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.

And Satan said unto Mammon, Hast thou considered my servant Don, that there is none like him in the earth, a flawed and corrupt man, one that esteems Mammon, and embraces evil? and still he holdeth fast his vileness.

And Mammon answered Satan, and said, Orange skin for Orange skin, yuck, his immortal soul for just $59.99, all that that man hath will he give for Mammon.

So put forth thine hand now, and remove thy spell, and he will curse thee no more.

Call forth now My Supreme Choir and the GOP suck ups and MAGA minions to defend him.

So went Mammon forth from the presence of Satan, and smote the enemies of Don and gave him his rightful crown.

Thus Satan blessed the latter end of Don even more than his beginning: for he had the White House, fifty-thousand federal sycophants, love letters from Vlad, Xi, and Kim, festive executions for all his enemies, and gobs of cheeseburgers and diet cokes.

And also he kept a harem of blonds, but in all the land were no women found so fair as the daughter of Don.

10 After this Don, the healthiest in the world, lived a hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons’ sons, even four generations.

11 So Don passed, being old and full of himself.

*Devil Hex the USA Bible

Donny-Freak

Donny-freak-freak-freak
S’en allait tout simplement
Rapace, rustre et geignant
Quelle espèce d’organisme !
Il ne parle que de lui-même
Il ne parle que de lui-même

A l’époque où Joe Biden
D’Amerique était le Prez
Donny-freak, charlatan
Combattit les Democratz

Donny-freak-freak-freak
S’en allait tout simplement
Rapace, rustre et geignant
Quelle espèce d’organisme !
Il ne parle que de lui-même
Il ne parle que de lui-même

Certain jour un minable
Par les mensonges le conduit
Mais Le Sauveur, Donny-freak
Par sa joie le convertit

Donny-freak-freak-freak
S’en allait tout simplement
Rapace, rustre et geignant
Quelle espèce d’organisme !
Il ne parle que de lui-même
Il ne parle que de lui-même

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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I Shot the Puppy

I shot the puppy
And then I shot my dumb billy goat, oh yes, yes
I shot the puppy
And then I shot my dumb billy goat, oh yes, yes

Yeah! All around in my home state
They’re tryin’ to hack me down, yeah
They’re saying that I am clearly guilty
For the killing of a mere puppie
For the life of a mere puppie, but I say
Oh, now, now, oh

(I shot the puppy) I shot the puppy
(But I swear I had rightful pretense) oh yes, oh, oh, ooh
Yeah, I say, I shot the puppy, oh, Lord (and they say it is a capital offense)
No, no! Hear that

Critics both Left and Right now hate me
For what, I don’t know
Every time I make my plea
They all shout that I’ve got to go
They all shout that I’ve got to go, and so-and-so
Read it in the news!

(I shot the puppy) oh, Lord!
But I swear I had rightful pretense
Why’s this such a biggie? (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I say, I shot the puppy
But I swear I had rightful pretense, yeah! (Ooh)

My pup pissed me off one day
And I lost my freakin’ mind, yeah
All of a sudden, I see all these pundits aiming to shoot me down
Yes, I shot, I shot, I shot it down, and I say
Even if guilty, I won’t pay (pay, pay, pay, pay…)

(I shot my puppy) and I say that I also shot my dumb billy
And I also shot my dumb billy, yes (ooh, ooh, ooh)
(I shot my puppy) I agree
(And then I shot my dumb billy goat) oh
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Reflex they say got the better of me
But I won’t say that to be
Every day I’ll just keep saying “oh well”
And you critics should wash your mouths out
And you critics should wash your mouths out

I say
I, I, I, I shot my puppy
Lord, then I shot my VP chances, yeah
Lord, then I shot my VP chances, yeah
I, I (shot my puppy)
And then I shot my VP chances, yeah
So, yeah

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Kristi’s Song

Look at me
I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree
And though you say I’m clinging to a clown
I don’t understand
I get misty, holding his hand

Walk his way
And the tiny violins begin to play
Or it might be the sound of his bellow
That music I hear
I get misty the moment he’s near

You can say that he’s leading me on
And it’s just not some kind of a whim
Don’t you realize how hopelessly I’m lost
That’s why I’m following him

On my own
Would I wander through all this carnage alone
Never knowing my right foot from my left
Vulture from a dove
I get misty, and too much in love

I’m too misty, and too much in love

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Not so dire

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you, hey
Friend, the stakes couldn’t be higher

Come on, homie, chill the ire
Come on, homie, chill the ire
Things really are not so dire

Mm, the time for reprobation’s through
There’s no need to wallow in the mire
Dear friend, we could only lose
And our lives become balanced on high-wire

Come on, homie, chill the ire
Come on, homie, chill the ire
Things really are not so dire

Well, you know that it would be untrue
And you know that I would be a liar
If I was to go and tell you
My friend, the stakes couldn’t be higher

Come on, homie, chill the ire
Come on, homie, quench your fire
Care for you does not expire!

Thomas Paine Park 4/19/24

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Shame?

Do I look like someone

Who has any shame? No,

I don’t stock that stuff.

Shame is for suckers.

Instead, I sell something

especially special.

Look on that table yonder—

full of it. I’ve piled up plenty of

Empty promises there.

Think about it. Once you have

Shame, it’s hard to get rid of it.

You can’t sell it or pass it off.

You can’t easily wash it away. But

Hutzpah? I’m offering it for just $59.99.*

Get it now before it’s gone!

*Some say it’s “chutzpah,” but I don’t care.

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Inflation

Economists tout the strength of the numbers:
low unemployment, low inflation, and significant growth—
and, even better, a reduction in economic inequality.
For them, low and controlled inflation is a
sign of a healthy and stable economy.
But the public says inflation won’t be solved until
prices drop to where they were a few years ago.
They see the data contradicting lived experience.
Since the MSM has failed, as usual,
it’s up to the Democrats to explain that the
those who feel inflation keenest are  
last ones that benefit from a strong economy.
The pandemic was a major cause as well as
corporate price gouging and the housing crunch.
They should also link the income inequity with
Republican “trickle-down” economic policies and  
tax cuts for the rich and corporate favoritism.
They need to inform much more on economics,
especially about finance, in addition to
critical thinking to fight disinformation.
It is unlikely prices will return to pre-COVID levels.
It is only through progressive policies that the
income and confidence gaps can be reduced.
It won’t be easy, but it is doable.

“Economics is not a gay science.
It is a dreary, desolate, and indeed quite abject and distressing one;
what we might call, by way of eminence, the dismal science.”

(Thomas Carlyle, 1849)

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

All Them Rednecks

All them rednecks live in Texas
And Texas is the place I truly hate to be
‘Cuz all them rednecks live in Texas
That’s why I hang my hat in Californie

Greg Abbot keeps guard on the border
And wants to rule women’s wombs
Ted Cruz’s in Space City
But he’ll soon skip for Cancun

Ron Jackson’s in Amarillo
Sure has lost his sanity
And Paxton, who now lives in Austin
Got the law looking for me

All them rednecks live in Texas
And Texas is the place I truly hate to be
‘Cuz all them rednecks live in Texas
That’s why I hang my hat in Californie

I remember that old Lone Star State
Whose grit brought a grin
It all brings to mind another time
But I’ve worn my welcome thin

Could this be biased inclination
I go there each night
But I always come back to myself
Long before daylight

All them rednecks live in Texas (yes, they do)
And Texas is the place I truly hate to be
‘Cuz all them rednecks live in Texas
Therefore, I stay in Californie

Some folks say I’m commie
It’s been rumored that I’m Red
I’m glad I live in Californie
Yep

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Buddy, Can You Spare…

I kept selling how I was living the dream
Not an ordinary slob
When there were marks to make or crime to spare
I was always there, right on the job

I kept saying that I had the winning scheme
With fame and riches ahead
Why should I be standing in line
Now begging for bread?

Once I was a fat cat, rich man’s son
Grifting was a thrill
Once I owned casinos, now I’m done
Bondsman, can you spare a Bil?

Once I franchised towers up to the sun
Bricks, rivets, iron will
Once I had an empire, now I’m done
Banker, can you spare a Bil?

Once in Brioni, gee, I looked swell
Hawking my sweet Art of the Steal
Half a million lies, a hypnotic spell
Crowing that I was the real deal

Say, don’t you remember? You’re a good lad
I think you’re in my will
Why don’t you remember? I’m her Dad
Say Jared, can you spare a Bill?

Once in Helsinki, ah, gee, I looked swell
Full of that Yankee Doodle Dumb
Half a million Ukraines now slog through Hell
I was the guy beating your drum

Oh, say, don’t you remember, I hope you shall,
Who licensed you to kill?
Say, don’t you remember? I’m your pal
Hey, Vlad, can you spare a Bil?

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Arrogance

Bigheaded leaders, bloated with their pride,
Say they know best, hubris surging inside.
Xerxes sunk at Salamis
Blinded by self-centered, self-righteous ways,
They lead the country to its darkest days.
Alcibiades seduced by Sicily
Their egos are inflated, minds closed tight,
Refusing to receive reasoned insight.
Hannibal zapped at Zama
They march forward, with ignorance as shield,
Blithe to disaster presumption may yield.
Crassus crushed at Carrhae
Their regiments trapped as they reach for fame
With bombast ending in nothing but shame.
Cornwallis yanked at Yorktown
Wars they do wage and economies crash,
Based on their words so pretentious and brash.
Napoleon walloped at Waterloo
But in the end, their downfall does draw near,
As victims and foes no longer have fear.
Hitler stomped at Stalingrad
These cocky chieftains, delusions defied,
Met defeat when resistance turned the tide.
Putin kicked at Kiev…
May their downfall serve as lesson to all
Only vigilance will folly forestall.

Thus, arrogance does not a good plan make,
Nor bluster when a nation is at stake.

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Strongman’s “Strength”

Ever stick your head in a cutout
To make it look that you’re strong?

A strategist had a winning formula:
Attack Your Opponent’s Strength.
This could be even more effective
if your adversary’s main asset
is nothing more than a con.

Many may desire an authoritarian,
someone who will force the “elites”
who mock them to listen,
rouse fear and bring respect, and
command the tide to retreat.

He claims he’s not a typical politician,
but a “don’t mess with me” superhero,
true preserver of the good old times.
He would be an authentic strongman,
your defender, always on your side.

Of course, he’s anything but that.
He projects an image of success
when in fact he’s a fake and shill,
a bully and, like many bullies, a coward
when facing real strongmen and the truth.

So retorts shouldn’t be wonky or preachy;
they have to Go Straight for the Gut.
Play up his lies and gaffs over and over.
Don’t lie or nuance, but make use of facts
in the starkest terms to Make The Contrast.

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Poles Apart

In Ameryka, a Polish soul resides,
Yearning to find roots, yet bound by divides–
Longing to walk lanes of ancestral past,
To explore origins, reach them at last.

He pictures faces of his long-lost kin,
Ones who left Poland, those who stayed within.
He desires to walk the towns where they grew,
To learn how they lived, to feel what they knew.

Birthplace of Copernicus and Curie
Kociuszko, Chopin and Sobieski,
He dreams of a country, green and serene,
Of castles and churches, old and pristine.

Cold War shadows lingered, foiling sojourn
To the land of forbears, their tales to learn.
Opportunities missed, plans put on hold,
Power politics made mistrust unfold.

Old hostilities, the scars that remain
Kept a Pole by genes from breaking the chain.
Yet deep in his heart, a flame still burns bright,
Pining to connect, thirsty for insight.

From communist to budding fascist
People willing but unable to resist
Despite setbacks and challenges ahead
Their spirit persisted, was never dead.

But since elections brought freedom restored,
The call for a visit can’t be ignored.
He’ll relish pierogis and kielbasa,
Listen to polsku as voiced by Busia.

He looks forward to a new kinship built
So he may enjoy himself to the hilt
With plenty of occasions to explore
Poland’s wonders he’d been denied before.

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Dear Supremes

Set me free, why don’t cha, babes?
Cover my ass, why don’t cha, babes?
‘Cause you do really love me
So just keep me stayin’ on
You really adore me
So just keep me stayin’ on

Why do I keep a-comin’ around
Playin’ for your heart?
Why won’t I get out of your life
And let you make a new start?
What I want from you now
Is the reason I put you there, hey

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Blood-Spattered Banner

O say can you see
By the dawn’s early light
What once proudly we hailed
At the twilight’s last gleaming

Whose torn stripes and stained stars
Through each perilous fight
O’er the bodies we watched
Is now hauntingly streaming?

And MAGAs’ hateful glare
Their guns shooting in air
Give proof through the night
There’s no amity here

O say does our blood-spattered banner remain
O’er the land of the free and the home of the sane?

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Declaration of Intolerance

WHEN in the Course of MAGA Events, it becomes necessary for one People to dissolve the Political Bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the Powers of Heaven, the separate and equal Station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent Respect to the Opinions of Mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to Repudiation.

We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that only some White Men are created equal, that these are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness—That to secure these Rights, Governments are instituted among these White Men, deriving their just Powers from the Consent of the Corporations, that whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these Ends, it is the Right of the MAGAs to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its Foundation on such Principles, and organizing its Powers in such Form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient Causes; and accordingly all Experience hath shewn, that Patriots are more disposed to suffer, while Evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the Forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long Train of Abuses and Usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object, evinces a Design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their Right, it is their Duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future Security. Such has been the patient Sufferance of these States; and such is now the Necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The History of the present King of the Deep State is a History of repeated Injuries and Usurpations, all having in direct Object the Establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid World.

Despite our determined efforts to stonewall his legislation and executive action, He

1. Passed the $1.2 trillion bipartisan infrastructure package to increase investment in the national network of bridges and roads, airports, public transport and national broadband internet, as well as waterways and energy systems.

2. Helped get more than 500 million life-saving COVID-19 vaccinations in the arms of Americans through the American Rescue Plan.

3. Stopped a 30-year streak of federal inaction on gun violence by signing the Bipartisan Safer Communities Act that created enhanced background checks, closed the “boyfriend” loophole and provided funds for youth mental health.

4. Made a $369 billion investment in climate change, the largest in American history, through the Inflation Reduction Act of 2022.

5. Ended the longest war in American history by pulling the troops out of Afghanistan.

6. Provided $10,000 to $20,000 in college debt relief to Americans with loans who make under $125,000 a year.

7. Cut child poverty in half through the American Rescue Plan.

8. Capped prescription drug prices at $2,000 per year for seniors on Medicare through the Inflation Reduction Act.

9. Passed the COVID-19 relief deal that provided payments of up to $1,400 to many struggling U.S. citizens while supporting renters and increasing unemployment benefits.

10. Achieved historically low unemployment rates after the pandemic caused them to skyrocket.

11. Imposed a 15% minimum corporate tax on some of the largest corporations in the country, ensuring that they pay their fair share, as part of the historic Inflation Reduction Act.

12. Recommitted America to the global fight against climate change by rejoining the Paris Agreement.

13. Strengthened the NATO alliance in support of Ukraine after the Russian invasion by endorsing the inclusion of world military powers Sweden and Finland.

14. Authorized the assassination of the Al Qaeda terrorist Ayman al-Zawahiri, who became head of the organization after the death of Osama bin Laden.

15. Gave Medicare the power to negotiate prescription drug prices through the Inflation Reduction Act while also reducing government health spending.

16. Held Vladimir Putin accountable for his invasion of Ukraine by imposing stiff economic sanctions.

17. Boosted the budget of the Internal Revenue Service by nearly $80 billion to reduce tax evasion and increase revenue.

18. Created more jobs in one year (6.6 million) than any other president in U.S. history.

19. Reduced healthcare premiums under the Affordable Care Act by $800 a year as part of the American Rescue Plan.

20. Signed the PACT Act to address service members’ exposure to burn pits and other toxins.

21. Signed the CHIPS and Science Act to strengthen American manufacturing and innovation.

22. Reauthorized the Violence Against Women Act through 2027.

23. Halted all federal executions after the previous administration reinstated them after a 17-year freeze.

24. Tackled inflation and junk fees and lowered costs including gas.

25. Brought together Republicans and Democrats to pass the first meaningful gun safety legislation in nearly 30 years.

26. Excited domestic Insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the Inhabitants of our States, the merciless Antifas, whose known Rule of Resistance, is an undistinguished Destruction, of all Ages, Sexes, Christian Religions and Conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions we have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble Terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated Injury. A Prince, whose Character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the Ruler of a free People.

Nor have we been wanting in Attentions to our Blue Brethren. We have warned them from Time to Time of Attempts by their Legislature to extend an unwarrantable Jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the Circumstances of our Emigration and Settlement here. We have appealed to their native Justice and Magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the Ties of our common Kindred to disavow these Usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our Connections and Correspondence. They too have been deaf to the Voice of Justice and of Consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the Necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of Mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace, Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the RED STATES OF AMERICA, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the World for the Rectitude of our Intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these States, solemnly Publish and Declare, That these RED States are, and of Right ought to be, Free and Independent States; that they are absolved from all Allegiance to the Biden Regime, and that all political Connection between them and the Deep State, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm Reliance on the Protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.

Signed by Order and in Behalf of the Deplorables,
DONALD DRUMPF, Orange Führer.

Where Dreams Dance?

In a land where worthy tales are told,
Where emotions are painted bold,
Exists a realm of vibrant charm,
Where melodies dance, hearts grow warm.

From streets of Mumbai to mountain tops,
Frame by frame, emotive flow never stops.
It’s a silver screen with magical allure,
Where passions surge and epics endure.

Movement in synchrony, showing off skills,
The steps so intricate, they induce big thrills.
With energy, rhythm, and joyous sway–
The Masala scenes chase worries away.

Heroes with charisma, hearts so pure,
Lift all higher; their spirit and courage ensure.
Through trials and triumphs, they guide,
The lessons learned to forever abide.

Promoting unity, welcoming diversity,
It aims to embrace all with equality,
Give great pleasure to the young and the old,
Within a world where dreams can unfold.

Such is Bollywood’s majestical stage,
Where romance and adventure both engage.
A kaleidoscope of feeling ever so bright,
It ignites sparks that energize film night.

But while espousing harmony and parity,
Does Bollywood still treat all with equity?
Can it keep disarming discord new and old
To help understanding and peace take hold?

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Cheatolini Wants to Fool the World

Heil to your new life
There’s no turning back
Even while you sleep
He will find you

Best act on your best behavior
Can’t hide from the coming Order
Cheatolini wants to fool the world

It’s our own design
It’s our own remorse
Best to decide and
Try to make the

Most of freedom and of comfort
Nothing ever lasts forever
Stable Genius thinks he’ll beat the world

There’s no place his stooges won’t find you
Wringing hands while the walls come tumbling down
Will not do, they’ll be soon to find you

You think you’ve almost made it?
So sad you’ve had to fake it
Orange Jesus says he’ll “free” the world

I can’t stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
MAGA Führer wants to rule the world

Say that you’ll never, never, never, never need him
One sentence, why not say it?
Adolf Twitler must not win the world

All for freedom and for justice
Let’s make sure they last forever
Yes, friends, we must work to save the world!

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Government: Not a Business

Every now and then, the country gets the notion of putting a businessman in the White House on the theory that “America should be run like a business.” This is totally wrong.

Response:

Businesses exist to make a profit for their shareholders. The preamble to the Constitution spells out the purpose of our government: to “establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence [sic], promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity.”  There is not a word about profit. In fact, the federal government is the only US government legally capable of operating at a deficit.

Few would argue that the Army, Navy, Air Force, Marine Corps, Coast Guard, police department, fire department, libraries, parks, and public schools are of no social value, and yet they could not exist and also cover and protect the majority of the population if they were required to be profitable.

Why Government Should Not Be Run Like A Business

An Example of Why Gov’t Can’t Be Run Like a Business: The Postal Service

You can’t teach …

pick of the litter

busy as a bee

gets his ducks in a row

like shooting fish in a barrel

wolf in sheep’s clothing

dog-eat-dog world

the world is his oyster

a little bird told me

chickens come home to roost

his bark worse than his bite

let sleeping dogs lie

it was only puppy love

I’ll be a monkey’s uncle

cock and bull story

open a can of worms

a wild goose chase

bull in a china shop

mad as a hornet

cat with nine lives

you can’t teach an old dog new tricks

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

A leopard cannot …

bird in a gilded cage
wolf in sheep’s clothing
dog-eat-dog world
busy as a bee
gets his ducks in a row
like shooting fish in a barrel
the world is his oyster
elephant in the room
lion’s share
fat cat

a little bird told me
let sleeping dogs lie
it’s only puppy love
all hat no cattle
chickens come home to roost
I’ll be a monkey’s uncle
cock and bull story

open a can of worms
wild goose chase
whack-a-mole
“kangaroo” court
mad as a hornet
cat with nine lives
a leopard cannot change its spots

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved

Death of the Nation

It just may be our greatest work of cinema

Move over Citizen Kane and Casablanca

No one knows what the ending will be

But here’s some closings augurs foresee

If all his many charges are dropped

His bust could on Mt. Rushmore be propped

There’s serious mention of all his treason

The death penalty would be a good reason

He may get a few slaps on his small wrist

If so, sign up here to be on the list

Someone could pardon poor old Donnie

Who? God? Good luck with that dearie.

Perhaps a few years probation and house arrest

MAGAS would pray to Mar-A-Lago, I attest

SCOTUS may in the end rescue his ass

Watch to see how long all his appeals last

He could win and pardon himself

I’ve got some good scotch on the shelf

Some big fines and/or long imprisonment

Will there at long last be true punishment?

Or, Les Déplorables storm the Bastille

And he takes his Throne for life, final reel!?!

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Marmalade Blond

MAGAS will fawn for the marmalade blond

As FOX lies keep on.

They’ll cheer from the couch for the guy they adore

As FOX lies keep on.

And their brains are so empty they could surely implode;

The poor sobs will give you alarm.

They’ll ne’er leave the guy with the menacing bangs

While FOX lies keep on.

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Holiday Wish

Oh please, oh please, give him a jail sentence
Prove our Justice right
Next year all our troubles, could be out of sight

Oh please, oh please, give him a jail sentence
Make the season gay
Next year all our troubles, could be miles away

Once again, as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
May be near to us once more

Someday soon we all may be together
If Supremes allow
Until then, we’ll have to muddle through somehow
So please, oh please, just give him a jail sentence now

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Here Comes Santos Clown

Here comes Santos Clown, here comes Santos Clown, he thinks it’s all a game
He’s got a yap filled with lies over and over again
Hear those charges raining, pouring, oh what a beautiful sight
So jump for joy and give a good cheer, ’cause Santos Clown is a blight

Now,

There goes Santos Clown, there goes Santos Clown, star of GOP fame
Dumpster and Johnson and all their minions, they’re the ones to blame
Bells are ringing, Dems are singing, all is merry and bright
So raise your voices and say your thank yous, ’cause Santos Clown left tonight!

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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How the Manch Risked Freedom

Every Dem Down in Demville Liked Freedom a lot…
But the Manch, who hailed from West Virginie, Did NOT!
The Manch hated Freedom! The whole Freedom concept!
Now, please don’t ask why. Just didn’t like the precept.
It could be his head wasn’t screwed on just right.
It could be helping the poor made him uptight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason, his heart or his chems,
He stood there on Freedom Eve, hating the Dems,
Staring up from his mine with a sour, Manchy frown,
At the warm lighted windows above in their town.
For he knew every Dem up in Demville on high,
Was busy now, opposing the Former Guy.
“And now they’re out canvassing!” he snarled with a sneer,
“November’s election! It’s practically here!”
Then he growled, with his Manch fingers nervously drumming,
“I MUST find some way to stop Freedom from coming!”
For that Tuesday, he knew, all the Dem girls and boys,
Would wake bright and early. They’d rush out to vote!
And then! If they win! Oh, the Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!
That’s one thing he hated! The JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY!
Then the Dems, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they’d feast! And they’d feast!
And they’d FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would push the Green New Deal, call Big Oil the beast.
Something the Manch’s ego couldn’t stand in the least!
And THEN They’d do something He liked least of all!
Every Dem up in Demville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Freedom bells ringing.
They’d stand hand-in-hand. And the Dems would start singing!
They’d sing! And they’d sing! And they’d SING! SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Manch thought of this Dem FreedomSing,
The more the Manch thought, “I must stop this whole thing!”
“Why, for six decades I’ve put up with it now!”
“I MUST stop this Freedom from coming! But HOW?”
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
THE MANCH GOT A SINISTER, AWFUL IDEA!
“I know just what to do!” The Manch laughed till he hurt.
He would start to wear a No Labels hat and shirt!!!

There is no guarantee that a democracy will last forever. Past and recent history has shown how even democratically elected leaders can gradually subvert the democratic process to increase their power and that of powerful interests. Be vigilant and active!

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Every Lie is Sacred

There are Jews in the world, there are Lib’rals
There are Homos and Marxists, and then
There are those that follow BLM, but
I’ve never been one of them
I’m a true Deplorable
And have been since before I could breathe
And the one thing they say about US rednecks is:
We’ll kick Democrats in the teeth
We don’t believe the globe’s got hotter
We don’t have to have a great brain
We don’t have to have any empathy, you’re
A real MAGA when you show no shame
Because
Every lie is sacred
Every lie is great
If a lie is wasted
Don gets quite irate
Let the pundits cry foul
On the Lamestream news
Don shall make them pay for
Each hoax that they defuse
Every lie is wanted
Every lie is good
Every lie is needed
In your neighborhood
Experts, scholars, savants
Spew their facts ev’rywhere
But Don loves those who treat his
Falsehoods with rev’rance
Every lie is sacred
Every lie is great
If a lie is wasted
Don gets quite irate
Every lie is sacred
Every lie is good
Every lie is needed
In your neighborhood!
Every lie is useful
Every lie is fine
Don fools everybody
Me! And you! And us!
Let the elites tell truths
O’er mountain, hill, and plain
Don shall strike them down for
Each lie that lands in vain
Every lie is sacred
Every lie is good
Every lie is needed
In your neighborhood
Every lie is sacred
Every lie is great
If a lie is wasted
Don gets quite irate

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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A sKKKool lesson

Majority-minority country

No self-rule in home of self-rule

You all need OUR Vigilance

Beware of what you read

Don’t upset fragile classmates

Slavery offered useful skills

Shouldn’t love whom you love

Prisons still do have libraries

Know your place and all is well

Learning! in the Land of the Free

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

The Blizzard

Lies spew:
years of anger followed by
torrids of sneers and leers blasting out –
the blizzard
advances its inevitable embrace
wider and wider, deeper and deeper
piling up, a cluttered cluster of
snowflakes and grifters –
hater-faced MAGAs marching
and jeering row upon row
in crazed, fawning solidarity.
The Don whirls and howls –
his dark shadow hulking out
over the world.

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

A Redneck Woke

You woke up this morning, gave yourself a hug
Mama says you are her precious little bug
She said, “You’re one in a million, you’re born to really shine
And you were born under the right sign with the true faith in your mind”

You woke up this morning to a stalwart song
Your papa always told you what’s RIGHT, what’s wrong
And you’re feeling good, baby, you believe you’re feeling fine
Born wearing a white skin and privilege in your spine

Well, you woke up this morn, the world’s turned upside down
Thing’s ain’t been the same since the Libs walked into town
But you’re one of the listless, you’re just the redneck kind
Born on the track’s “right” side with a hate that makes you blind

When you woke up this morning everything you had was gone
By half past ten your head was going ding-dong
Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes
Like a voice telling you there is something you oppose

Before you were flying but today you’re so low
Ain’t it times like these that make you wonder if you’ll ever know
The meaning of things as they appear to the others
Queers, women, Muslims, the Jews and coloreds

Don’t you wish all remained the same, wish you needn’t think
Beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink
But, you can’t just get make your Eden go on
‘Cos when you woke up this morning everything you loved was gone

When you woke up this morning, when you woke up this morning
When you woke up this morning, mama said you’re her favorite one
When you woke up this morning, when you woke up this morning
When you woke up this morning, you got yourself a gun

You’ll give them Woke!

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The MAGA Bunch

Here’s the story of the listless vessels
Who’ve been livin’ in a whitewashed fantasy.
All want to guard their status, stay the masters,
Keeping others in chains.

(And the story of a venal party
Who’ve been suckin’ up to corporate CEOs
All of them have dreams of gold, like their masters,
And keep the poor in chains.)

Here’s the story, of a man named Donny,
Who was busy with big dreams of his own,
He wanted everyone to like him,
Yet he felt all alone.

Till the one day when those losers heard this fellow
And they knew it was much more than a hunch,
That this group would somehow form a family.
That’s the way they all became the MAGA Bunch.
The Traitor Bunch.

That’s the way they all became the MAGA Bunch.
The Traitor Bunch.

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Arraignment in DC

There was a counselor who advised his client during a court appearance. After a while the client turned around, ashen and trembling, and said, counselor, just now while at the arraignment I sensed someone watching me in the room; and when I turned, I noticed that it was Jack Smith who was looking at me and giving me a menacing stare. Now, you promised me that I’d be safe from Smith now that we’ve lucked out by drawing Aileen Cannon’s court.  The counselor gave him his assurance, followed with a pat on the back.  Then the counselor returned to the courtroom, and he saw Smith standing in the aisle. He came up to Smith and said, “Why did you make a menacing stare to my client when you saw him this morning?” “That was not a menacing stare,” Smith said, “It was only a look of surprise.  I was astonished to see him seeming so contented here in Cannon’s court, because I have another appointment with him in DC.”
[Sadly I could only dream]

Inspired by Talmud Sukkah: 53a

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Jesus was Woke

Some right-wingers say they love Jesus, seeing him as their personal savior and claim they want to re-make the U.S. into a “Christian” nation. However, when one reads the New Testament, one wonders which texts they’re reading. (quotes from KJV).

Here are prominent quotes from the liberal Jesus they eschew:

“Ye also ought to wash one another’s feet.” [J 13:14]

“Judge not, that ye be not judged.” [MT 7:1]

“Why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but perceivest not the beam that is in thine own eye?” [L 6:41]

“Blessed are the peacemakers” [MT 5:9]

“Behold the fowls … they sow not, … yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.” [MT 6:26]

“He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.” [J 8:7]

“But whoever has this world’s goods, and sees his brother in need,
and shuts up his heart from him, how does the love of God abide in him?” [J 3:17]

 “Then Jesus went about all the cities and villages … healing every sickness and every disease among the people.” [MT 9:35]

“Even so ye also outwardly appear righteous unto men, but within ye are full of hypocrisy and iniquity.” [MT 23:28]

“Make not my Father’s house an house of merchandise.” [J 2:16]

“It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.” [MT 19:24]

“Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.” [MT 22:39]

“When thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men.” [MT 6:5]

“I will have mercy, and not sacrifice, ye would not have condemned the guiltless.” [MT 12:7]

“They need not depart; give ye them to eat.” [MT 14:16]

“Woe unto you also, ye lawyers! For ye lade men with burdens grievous to be borne, and ye yourselves touch not the burdens with one of your fingers.” [L 11:46]

“For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required:
and to whom men have committed much, of him they will ask the more.” [L 12:48]

“All ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” [MT 11:28]

“Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” [MT 11:28]

“Depart from me, ye cursed … for I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink …” [MT 25:41]

“Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men’s bones, and of all uncleanness. Even so ye also outwardly appear righteous unto men, but within ye are full of hypocrisy and iniquity.” [MT 23:27-28]

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

StarVice

Kevin, Jim, Scott, Andy, and Mo walk into a bar.

Bartender, “We don’t serve your type here.”

“Neither does the DOJ.”

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

A Liberal’s Vow

‘TWAS fortune brought me to my “shithole” state,
Taught my socialist soul to contemplate
That Don’s a con, that he’s no Savior, too,
A conviction I maintain and hold true.
You see my Soros tribe with scornful eye,
Say, “Antifa’s a diabolic lie.”
But heed, MAGAs, this pinko, marked as Cain,
Will never consent to a traitor’s reign.

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Tackling Homelessness: New Approaches

I. Regional Governance Approach

In the San Francisco Bay Area, the burden of dealing with the issue of homelessness has fallen mainly to a few so-called “liberal” municipalities: San Francisco, San Jose, Oakland, and Richmond, while neighboring communities contribute less to the solution and/or actively try to deter the homeless in various ways. A single municipality or county cannot be expected to be able to solve this problem. Once a homeless population is “chased” from one location. They often move on to another location, often in another city. There have been many attempts at the municipal, county, and state level to address homelessness, most have proven inefficient. And while there may be better solutions for single aspects of homelessness, I suggest that these may not in the end be effective until we reexamine and reform our system of federalism.

In the US there have been a few attempts to address regional problems to deal with some levels of community safety, health, development, and infrastructure such as ABAG in the Bay Area, the governance structure is weak and often suggestive rather than authoritative.

I believe we need to consider implementing, widening, and strengthening the power and scope of regional governance. This system could be applied to the major population regions in the state–San Diego, Los Angeles, Bay Area, and Sacramento.

In the case of homelessness, in a regional governance scenario,

  • All of the neighboring municipalities would be obliged to contribute materially and monetarily to the issue.
  • This would entail coordinated construction of housing infrastructure distributed evenly throughout the Bay Area and not only in the usually overburdened municipalities.
  • Proportional taxation to even out resource imbalance would also be implemented.
  • No bending of regulation via exceptions would be allowed (such as the community of Woodside’s attempt to declare itself a mountain lion sanctuary to avoid building affordable housing).

Mayor weighs charging other towns if their homeless people move to Oakland

II. Nuts and Bolts

  • Increase access to housing affordable (construction and subsidies) to households making less than 30% of the Area Median Income.
  • Expand homelessness prevention (financial support, legal assistance, and support for behavioral health needs).
  • Increase household incomes through evidence-based employment support (training, support for job search, and transportation).
  • Increase outreach and service delivery to people experiencing homelessness.
  • Embed a racial equity approach in homeless system service delivery.

California Statewide Study Investigates Causes and Impacts of Homelessness

O Kevin! Dear Kevin!

O Kevin! Dear Kevin! Your shameful goal is won;
After fifteen votes and Marjorie’s pokes, any spine left is gone.
The price was dear, they kicked your rear, the nation sees you bumbling;
Because you struck your Faustian deal, the course ahead is troubling.

But O Wimp! Wimp! Wimp!
O the alligator tears!
What in the end did you win—
Just more loathsome MAGA leers!

You Kevin cannot stand up, your presence makes us ill;
A “Speaker” with no moral sense, your just a right-wing shill.
Though you think your position’s safe and set for more nutjob fun,
After the debt ceiling recklessness, you’re toast once Biden’s done.
   
Rejoice O friends, and rise O cheers!
Let us now make a toast
To the butt of all our jeers.
Dear Kevin, we say adios!

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Hostage

Social media trollings

Multiple mass shootings

Profit über humanity

Shirking responsibility

Wrong place murders

Clueless both-siders

Migrant scapegoating

Right-wing gasbloating

Persistent racism

Glorifying fascism

Supreme Court arrogance

Threatened health insurance

Debt ceiling destruction

Thomas’s corruption

Women no choice

Blacks no voice

Civil rights melting away

Their way or the highway

Endless House investigation

Voter suppression

Black lives don’t matter

Fat cats get fatter

Oil prices soaring

Rents & mortgages roaring

Christian nationalism

Faux exceptionalism

Government mistrust

Banks going bust

Environmental pollution

Corporate tax collusion

Children’s book banning

Off-shore manufacturing

Forgotten vets

Million COVID deaths

Sky-high drug prices

Faux WOKE crises

George Santos’ lies

MTG’s cries

Social Security insolvency

Russian-roulette society

White supremacy reborn

No time to mourn

We’re in a state of siege

Like being a GOP hostage?

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

What comes ’round …

What Fox says must be true,
Lying words stickin’ like glue.
Cryin’ ‘bout the chaos, they push right-wing spin.
Listen to their BS, can’t let commie Dems win.

They dish out hoaxes; and they, they mislead too.
Watchin’ them is a zoo.
Raisin’ up the hackles of those who’ll never learn,
They spout pompous blather, with a shifty word turn.

Do they buy the Orange man’s con     
On their prime-time cable news show?
Will they dare let the secret out?
That is something we really doubt.
They won’t tell you truly what they feel.

Dominion suit the real cure?
Talking points, scoring sure:
Showed all what Murdoch had just testified
And took sleazeball phonies for a billion-buck ride.

Justice got, not so sure.

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Jaded Jam

He has his grumbles
And complaints by the score
Pols, they’re all two-faced
Keep conning all the more

Ooh, what a concerned guy, he is

The world’s all dreadful
That’s what he is fed
By crazed blowhards howling
On TV in bed

Ooh, what a bothered guy, he is

He rues the woke wars
Asks why someone has not won
And all about this faux outrage
Claims good times are gone

Ooh, what a perturbed guy, he is

A ballot could solve this
But from that he does hide
Says nothing will bring change
So let someone else decide

Ooh, what a lucky guy, he is

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Out-sized Sow

Waves and waves of yellow hair
A wild boar grunting in her lair
And white supremacist we can’t bear
We’ve looked at Marj that way

And now she wants to stop the fun

She snorts and spits on everyone
So many bills we could’ve won
But Marj keeps all at bay

We’ve gazed at Marj from both sides now
Cheeks up and down, and any how
It’s her concoctions we find small
We really can’t stand Marj at all

Marj’s, Matt’s, and Kevin’s deal
Their sleazy mischief makes us squeal
As DC gridlock turns so surreal
Can’t be allowed to stay

And we all know she’s just a “faux”
She makes us cringe where e’er she goes
And if she cared, she wouldn’t show
She’s got to go away

We’ve glared at Marj from all sides now
From brow to jowl, she’s like a sow
It’s her illusions we blackball
We really can’t stand Marj at all

Jews, Muslims, and scary browns
To say “’They’ loves you” spawns her frowns
Elites and commies and drag show clowns
She brands all Dems that way

And Leslie must have been deranged
What made her think Marj could be changed
Sixty Minutes lost while Marj gained
This is simply not okay

We’ve gaped at Marj from all sides now
From crazed to fake, she’s quite low brow
It’s her delusions we appall
We really can’t stand Marj at all

It’s her delusions we appall
We really can’t stand Marj
We really can’t stand Marj at all

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

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Calling forth My Rights

“I most definitely decline to respond
to your question based on
my Fifth Amendment
constitutional protections
with all due respect”

On halting Congress’s joint session
On raising a privilege question
On parleying with Hawley, Cruz, or Lee
On consulting the Federalist Society
On colluding with state legislators
On concocting “alternate electors”
On conspiring with turncoats like RoJo
On caballing at Trump’s Mar-a-Lago
On blocking votes from being certified
On calling the violence “justified”
On compensating election schemes
On seizing Domain voting machines
On stashing funds for “Stop the Steal”
On pursuing a pardon deal
On giving my age or home’s location
On stirring a coup against the nation
On plotting with Oath Keepers and Proud Boys
On conniving other seditious ploys

I, most loyal MAGA, must thus entreat
Once on the J6 committee’s hot seat!

© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Americans Rarely Resign on Principle

Reluctance to resign when warranted is an important glitch in our national character. We usually define ourselves in relation to our work. When we first encounter another person, often the first or second question is what that person does for a living? In other countries, this question comes further along in the conversation or hardly at all and more often the questions revolve around family/clan or other community related issues. People in other cultures tend to consider their own personal worth and the respect they have for their family and community to be an important factor in deciding whether an ethical situation at work would jeopardize that respect. We, in contrast, tend to think of the job as defining our personal worth, while in other countries it is more how one another relate to family and position in society. Shaming one’s name, one’s family, etc. is more important in other cultures.

Another factor in the difference is the social safety net. Most developed economies have greater socialized support systems. In the US., there is less of a concept of a safety net. Individuals here are conditioned to fear losing their jobs. When one loses a job, one feels that one loses respect, but also one loses the few benefits (such as health insurance) that come with employment. This is a weapon employers use to discourage workers from changing jobs.

One suggestion to improve this issue is universal health care. If we had an adequate health safety net, it would help individuals when they consider moving on from challenging job situations. Of course, it would be even better if the safety net would be even better, but at least with universal health care individuals could be secure in knowing that at least during any period of job transition, the bottom would never completely fall out.

An observation about the “Great Resignation”: Pundits have puzzled over why millions are not returning to work after the COVID economic downturn, especially to full-time work. Many Americans are voting with their feet. They are reevaluating their relation to work and searching to re-balance their life. If employers want to preserve as many workers as they can, they should consider four-day work weeks, more flexible hours, work at home, etc.

This video speaks volumes on the serious political consequences of people not sticking to their principles and remaining in office (!coarse language):

Anti-Trump Republicans, this is your fault, too

360°

Fuhrer’s service dodged
Dresden, DDR hell fled
Migrant success earned
Rise of MAGA eyewitnessed
To the Fatherland return?

― 短歌 (tanka) for Heinz

© 2022, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Assaults’ fault?

Left-wing wokeness
Pot psychosis
Drag queen advocates
Snowflake Democrats
Old values crumbling
Video gaming
Lecturing on CRT
Price of free society
Depraved rap music
Colin Kaepernick
Few armed teachers
No school prayers
Illegal immigrants
Urban gang violence
People, not guns
Not enough guns
Antifa drama
Must be Obama
Declining church going
Lib Media crowing
Of course, law breakage
Surely gay marriage
President Biden
Black people breathing
Watching pornography
Sheer immorality
Insecure locks and doors
Mental health factors
Lack of bullet-proof vests
Marxists and Socialists
Police defunders
Unarmed ministers
Women’s rights
Too few whites

Or NOT…

© 2022, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Great Philosophers

Two great philosophers crossed paths
in a menacing Philippine jungle,
both serving in the Leyte campaign,
each not perceiving of the other.
Before an attack on a strategic ridge,
a company chaplain assured one that
God guides our bullets at the Japs,
while steering theirs from us.
The other saw troopers jump from above,
and armed with only a 90mm AA gun,
he cried for them while he aimed,
their body parts raining from heaven.
One dropped his religion
and devised “A Theory of Justice.”
The other never had it, but taught
me to respect and be fair to all.

© 2022, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

GLOAT

On the throne of guile, where falsehoods reign,
You’ll find someone with an expert’s brain.
For every word that leaves his lips,
A story’s spun with dramatic flips.
Through lurid tones and grandiose tales,
He weaves a web where truth often pales.
With practiced charm and cunning guise,
He mesmerizes with artful lies.
For ev’ry accolade he receives,
It’s not for honesty he achieves;
But for the skill with which he deceives,
He’s judged the winner, with no reprieves.
He stands upon a stage of guile,
His crowds rapt in nefarious style.
He’s a master of illusion’s game,
With his name etched in the Hall of Shame.
So let us sound the alarm today
For the one who leads in grand display.
For in spheres where mendacity’s prime,
He’s the Greatest Liar Of All Time.

© 2020, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Pandemic

Why do we keep on keeping on
In the face of such disaster
when health policy is no good for no reason
when everything supposed to be right is wrong
when the CDC says something
and the FDA says something
and somebody remarking on public confidence
says something
and the public won’t wear the masks?

What keeps frontline workers working into the night
and keeps them going in the morning
living on coffee and waiting for things to end
cleaning counters and wiping vegetables
as if some answer lay in a disinfectant
and despite those among us who
irrationally and without a doubt
are leaving their trust in
Tucker Carlson and hydroxychloroquine?

Why don’t we say just screw it
And stop trying again and again
to march into the President’s pressroom
with half an idea about the Wuhan virus
hoping he’ll have the other half
and hoping what he says will happen
when his stable genius
gets lit by something never tried
and he states will work this time?

Could it be it,
that we do all this over and over
just for those times
when a revelation may rise among us
like something ever re-birthing
a new life, another hope
something not immediately visible but
leading us to a real solution
and the salvation of the human race?

© 2020, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Woodward and the Siren

His is a song everyone
may want to hear, a song
irresistible that lures the deplorables
to leap onboard in droves.
Though the toll is ever-mounting,
it’s a song nobody challenges
because anyone who has heard it
has died or refuses to remember.
Shall I tell you his secret, and if I do,
would you pay me my fee
so I can gain notoriety
and win a Pulitzer Prize?

© 2020, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Jaundiced Journalism

“Faux News” runs wild, a fevered rush,
Reports dressed up in garish hues,
Where truth is buried beneath the gush,
And headlines shout, but hardly muse.
“Scandal!” they cry, “Chaos unfurled!”
A splash of blood, a twist of fate—
The world reduced to noise and swill,
A circus show, a fearsome bait.

The facts are twisted, frayed, and thin,
Wrapped in the weight of a crafted lie.
The truth, once pure, is drowned within
A storm of rumor, a painted sky.
The rich, the poor, the saint, the thief,
All cut and worked to fit the frame—
A realm of rage, of thrill, of grief,
But never one that rights the game.

Media drips with yellowed tones,
In reckless spatters, sharp and bright—
There’s no concern for the groans,
As long as it sparks a fight.
Who cares if justice bends or breaks,
If the story makes patrons bite?
A nation sold on the latest take
On that juicy piece from last night.

© 2020, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

All the King’s Men…

09-18-2020

Pundits struggle to find the right analogy to describe our political dilemma. One might be a well-known nursery rhyme. Humpty Dumpty. No, I am not referring to the current fragile, thin-skinned occupant of the White House, though it would be easy to see Donald Trump as the anthropomorphic, egg-shaped character of children’s books. Humpty Dumpty for me is the United States.

The history of the United States, from well before its establishment, has been a balancing act of controversy and even conflict over government, rights, economy, and culture. The nation was founded in large part on the removal and decimation of first inhabitants and the capture and enslavement of Africans. Capitalism, a system premised on balancing self-interest and greed, was blended in this country with mainly protestant religious views, and strong sense of white superiority.

Just like Humpty, our country is a sitting precariously on a wall. But our wall is not a support wall, but a divider between darkness and light. The growth of partisanship and particularly the public ascent of the radical right augur an inevitable crisis. Up-coming election may answer on which side we fall.

© 2020, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Message to Sen. John McCain on the ACA

July 25, 2017

Although I am a very Blue democrat who often stridently disagrees with many of your positions, I have always retained a deep affection for you and your experience. I also commend your staff. For while we may disagree on direction, I know that you and your staff work very hard for the state of Arizona and the country. In early Fall 2007, I extended an invitation to you and your wife to share a dinner with us at our modest Bay Area home to obtain a more personal impression of your views on a number of national issues. Perhaps if you had followed up on my invitation, a different portrait may now be hanging at an address on Pennsylvania Avenue.

It is difficult for me to understand your position on the ACA. There have been several flip-flops over your political career. The latest major flip-flop is your decision to vote ‘yes’ to carry on debate over the ACA. You know continuing to oppose the ACA will severely affect the lives of millions of you fellow citizens. You claimed that you wanted a return to “regular” order, but this “yes” vote means just the opposite. Healthcare for millions is complicated and requires careful discussion and analysis. For a short example, there is no discussion on how to reign in soaring health delivery costs when healthcare executives are seeing record salaries. What exactly did your sacrifice in Vietnam mean that you would instill pain upon your fellow citizens? Arguments about the burden of the individual mandate are really superficial – the burden of some hundreds or even thousands of extra dollars a year versus the tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands medical procedures cost. A single IVIG treatment can cost $20,000. Your recent surgery, if paid out without adequate insurance, would soon bankrupt most families. Please be a patriot again. Finish on the top side, the good side, of your legacy.

© 2017, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Hangry

Boiled Blues, roasted Reds,

Brawling plebs in a bowl.

Sprung from the same stock

Why devour one another?

– apologies to Cao Zhi 曹植

© 2016, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

English über alles

09-02-1996

I take my hat off to all those who have donated their time and energy in the valiant effort to preserve our mother tongue.  There is hardly a major American city today that is free from the assault on our native language.  The federal government spends millions of our hard-earned tax dollars to print books and documents and post signs in a myriad of foreign tongues, all intended to aid and abet foreign-born newcomers in an attempt to dodge their linguistic responsibilities.  You can walk into, if you dare, many neighborhoods in our cities and go for blocks on end without hearing a syllable of even broken English.  It is our duty as responsible of this society and parents to speak out to rectify this problem.  With these recent legislative proposals, we finally have a means of tearing down our Tower of Babel and instead erecting a Fortress English where no one will ever mispronounce the name of our fair land.

I have a few suggestions to improve the present linguistic morass.  For starters, why don’t we establish our own English Language Academy similar to one the French have to defend the integrity of their own Gallic language.  We could appoint wordsmiths like William Safire as our first line of defense against foreign invasion of our speech and writing.

One of the duty s of this academy would be the total elimination of alien words and phrases.  Terminology from abroad peppers our everyday vocabulary, our arts, our business, our science, law, and politics.  And while these foreign “tourists” may spice up a sentence, they crowd out native-born terms, leaving them in a heap of disuse.  For example, some people use “adios” when a simple native “goodbye” would easily suffice.  Phrases such as mano-a-mano, and gesundheit should drop off the chart of usage.  Why do we say “chic” when “stylish” will do just fine.  French and other foreign languages give us nothing but trouble.  We probably never would have had marriage infidelity if some perverted francophile had not introduced the ménage-à-trois.  America’s favorite sidedish French fries does not sound very native.  One should be ordering American fries, and that’s that.

There are a whole host of other words and phrases that foreign-loving elitists have foisted on us:  deus ex machina (only wimpy gods need stage props), kindergarten, ennui, and Hagen Daz (though I would like to keep their French silk flavor).  Just think all the pain and toil we’ll save for true American kids who have been forced all these years to memorize these foreign terms.  Oh yes, and what about those Latin words.  They spell nothing but trouble.  I’d like to have a buck for every Latin term dropped into the language by crafty lawyers or charlatan doctors just to keep us in the dark about their machinations.  No more sine qua non, no more compos mentis, and thank goodness no more argumentum ad hominemPro bone (though I do like Cher), outta here.  Actually, you couldn’t get me to take a worthless buck, what with all that foreign writing on the other side … e pluribus unum sure sounds socialist to me.

And even the English language has got its own identity crisis.  We should be careful about letting in phrases from fringe cultures.  Do they really think they speak English in Nigeria, or India, or Australia?  I hear good’ay mate and I say, what?  And all that ghetto talk.  It started with jazz, then soul, then all those exploitation films, now it’s rap, and who knows what else.

© 1996, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Paths Not Taken

Curriculum Integration and the Political and Moral Purposes of Schooling

The movements to reinforce the occupational content of high schools, from of the turn of the century to the present, have all tended to reinforce a particularly utilitarian conception of education. The school reform movements since the publication of A Nation at Risk (National Commission on Excellence in Education, 1983) have similarly been driven by economic concerns, with employers clamoring for a better trained workforce while policymakers worry about reforming schools to improve the nation’s competitiveness. Occasionally, commission reports over the past decade have reminded us of the importance of political education. For example, A Nation at Risk repeated Thomas Jefferson’s dictum:

I know of no safe depository of the ultimate powers of the society but the people themselves; and if we think them not enlightened enough to exercise their control with a wholesome discretion, the remedy is not to take it from them but to inform their discretion. (p. 7)

However, such comments have largely been afterthoughts, and the political and moral aspects of education—the central purpose of the public when they were established in the nineteenth century—have been by most reformers and policymakers.

Current efforts to integrate academic and vocational education have generally followed the same path. The academic subjects included in integration have been those that are the most necessary to occupations: math, reading and writing for comprehension (“communication skills”), biology and chemistry for the health fields, and electronics and physics for technical occupations. The curricula associated most closely with political and moral education—literature, government or civics, history, and social studies or the social sciences—have almost never been included. This tends to justify one potential objection to these efforts: that they intend, like career education 20 years ago, to turn high schools into wholly vocational institutions with no commitment to the political development of students, no place for students to acquire the capacity to be socially critical (including the ability to evaluate the limits of existing occupations and of American capitalism generally), and no place for the exploration of values and sensibilities that goes hand in hand with the humanities.

Yet this need not be true. Occupations, understood in their broadest sense, provide ways to approach virtually any subject, as John Dewey argued when he advocated education through occupations. Occupations can provide contexts for understanding the importance of history or civics; they offer ways to make relevant to present life, and to adolescent dilemmas, those disciplines that students often find irrelevant and arcane. An occupational focus also provides a way of balancing the emphasis within history and civics on political issues—an understandable legacy of the nineteenth-century concern with preparing individuals for life in a democracy—with a greater appreciation of economic problems and roles. Following are some ways of incorporating literature, history, and social studies into programs that integrate academic and occupational education.1

THE LITERATURE OF WORK

In efforts to incorporate material from the English curriculum into vocational programs, the emphasis so far has been on “communication skills.” For example, the Applied Communication sequence produced by the Agency for Instructional Technology (1988) emphasizes reading for comprehension (as one might read a technical or instructional manual), writing in such “practical” forms as resumes and business letters, aural comprehension (following directions), and speaking abilities (speaking with supervisors, co-workers, or clients). The literary side of conventional English curricula has been largely neglected, though there have been a few attempts to identify literary works suitable for a “literature component” in applied communication courses.2 However, the potential for incorporating literature describing work, its special complexities and relationships, the tensions between life at work and life in other spheres, and changing attitudes toward work has been little explored.3

WHY STUDY LITERATURE ABOUT WORK?

Reading literature is an excellent w ay to develop critical thinking. It is also a powerful means for learning about character and values, showing, for instance, the difference between ambition and greed, loyalty and servitude, liberty and license. Literature has the power to capture the intensity of experience—as with romance, or pain, or work—and can thus conjure powerful scenes and feelings. And perhaps more than any other mode of expression, it pulls the reader in, confronts basic assumptions, and then leaves the reader to work out his or her own solutions. Accordingly, reading literature permits the student into the lives and work of other individuals and to observe representative and relevant experiences that are otherwise inaccessible.

Most people will spend much of their lives as workers. Over 30 % of the average person’s normal waking experience is related to work outside the home. Events at work encompass the full range of human emotion—courage, honor, loyalty, ambition, fear, love, pain, and greed. Through these emotions, people derive differing degrees of satisfaction from work. Some have to drag themselves daily to a dull, meaningless job, while others receive from work some of the most exhilarating experiences life offers. Because of unemployment, work is often unequally distributed, and perhaps meaningful work even more so. However, whether one likes work or not, an individual’s identity is often tied to the work one does.

The literature of work is also concerned with acting within the human community. Through this literature, one can examine work life and the emotions it stirs from another person’s point of view and learn to take responsibility for one’s own work: “Literature plays an important part in developing awareness of the commonness of the human drama. What an impact a work has when the reader finds in it a fellow sufferer, one who obviously knows ‘what it is like’!” (Burton, 1970, p. 10). Success at work is usually built through effort, and often the greatest success comes witheffectively working with others. Studying the literature of work can provide new insights into what is significant about human life, the ability to empathize with others through the development of an understanding of human needs and problems (Coles, 1989, p. 120).

Studying the literature of work offers other important advantages Because of the major role of work in daily life, it is important to understand its function in society, and the individual’s relationship to it. By reading about work one can also learn about historical events from a perspective that differs from the “great men / great events” focus usually found in social studies textbooks—whether the events be the rise of the factory system in New England, the struggles of the ”Okies” during the Great Depression, or the development of corporate business culture in post-World War II America. Through literature, for example, one can gain new insights into labor conditions, the rise of unions and other social and political movements, as well as the background of work-related legislative acts for which work literature itself has sometimes served as a catalyst (Holt, 1989). For the large and increasing portion of the labor force who are not only workers but also women and mothers, usually with special familial responsibilities, literature can serve as a way of exploring the relation between work and family life, the sense of meaning in work that women have come to find, together with the special conflicts they experience. Literature also affords the opportunity to gain a greater appreciation of the contributions, struggles, and feelings of individual working people who have built this world, from homemakers to space—age technologists, from blue-collar workers to middle managers, from street messengers and peasants to corporate executives. Few of us will end up being one of the great “movers and shakers” profiled in conventional histories, but we will nearly all be workers.

Work-related literature thus operates like a mirror that reflects historical material, and also like a microscope that examines it in detail. It not only presents an author ’s point of view at a moment in history (as exemplified in Upton Sinclair’s criticism of slaughterhouse conditions in The Jungle, and Sinclair Lewis’s insight into American business in Babbitt), but it also analyzes as a case study the events occurring around the moment, as well as the actions of individuals whom the author posits as. representative of the time. This literature, furthermore, ”… contributes to the social vision and moral development in the growth of sensibility and exercise of imaginative alternatives” (Nelms & Nelms, 1988, p. 214). Readers of Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath, for instance, discover a number of economic and social obstacles to the formation of workers’ unions as they read about the struggle of the load family to find a place to live and work in California during the Dust Bowl era. As Rosenblatt (1983) stated, what is

particularly important is [the] discovery that various groups within our society hold up diverse images of success, and that there are kinds of work   despised or ignored by [one’s] own group that others considered socially valuable … the craftsmen, the technologists, the artists, the scientists, the scholars offer personal goals and systems of value often strongly in contrast to those represented by the dominant image of the successful businessman. (p. 194)

The literature of work articulates the lives of men and women who run the machines, plow the fields, sign the contracts, sew the clothes, work the assembly lines, and sit in offices. It can be enjoyable and informative, thought-provoking, and perhaps even unsettling. Some novels and stories focus on the laudable side of work, while others criticize or satirize the more unpleasant or burdensome aspects—Upton Sinclair’s The jungle, joseph Heller’s Good as Gold, and a larger literature exploring the oppressiveness of the modern corporation—thereby capturing the full range of experience surrounding work. Certain pieces of work literature represent efforts to defy What they see as a conspiracy on the part of business and government to dehumanize individuals or to characterize businesspeople as Babbitts or unlettered philistines. Others attempt to right a perceived prejudice against labor and labor leaders. Some contemporary critics hold that “literature …  serves a purpose. It can integrate the reader into culture, inviting him to define himself against a background of cultural expectations and to modify that background” (Probst, 1988, p. 249). When seen in this light, the literature of work can aid in the transition from academic to work life by encouraging a more total human development, raising the stakes of the individual’s interest in the curriculum material presented.

Lastly, through reading the literature of work, it is possible to capture the romance and human drama of the work and business worlds—the good and bad, the excitement and boredom, and the nobility and rascality. In these creations, dry economic theories are given flesh and blood explorations and interpretations.

There are, to be sure, utilitarian reasons for reading work-related literature. Businesses often complain that their workers are not able to read and communicate at appropriate levels, and that they lack the requisite higher-order capacities. By studying literature, students can gain new insights into work habits, communication skills, interpersonal skills, and problem solving—skills that business leaders consider just as important as technical abilities. Literature can, furthermore, help develop a stronger corporate citizenship by promoting a sensitivity to the needs and desires of others in a work setting, and a sensitivity to the problems within a work setting. One business Instructor teaching a course called Wisdom for the Workplace, used literature, together with case studies from business, to “teach students that the wisdom of Great writers from the past is still pertinent to the solving of contemporary job-related problems.” This instructor described the process as follows:

I have also discovered why my business-career students generally falter When faced with complex problems in their business or technical core courses, especially those that deal with human issues. The juxtaposition between the humanities—which always ask questions about life, happiness, and freedom—and the courses that fill their career programs (always focusing on the absorption of accepted processes or pragmatic applications) is so strong. [My course] is a wild mix that asks students to question first, and then to justify their opinions convincingly, rather than to simply accept (Smith, 1990)4

The use of literature as an approach to problem solving may strike some—particularly some traditional English teachers—as overly utilitarian in this sense, but it is also a way of allowing students to view the world from radically different perspectives.

THE ADOLESCENT AND WORK LITERATURE

Critics have pointed out that the typical secondary school English literature curriculum lacks appeal to many students (Probst, 1988, p. 114). Must such curricula utilize a majority of works from the classic canon. Junior and senior high school literature programs are still often organized historically and not thematically. In contrast, high school years are a time of orienting oneself to the central goals and purposes of one’s life. An adolescent “is concerned about relations with peers the gradual assumption of responsibilities. He wants to understand work, love, hate, death, vengeance” (Probst, 1988, p. 4). Hence, a literature curriculum that does not include a substantial number of selections that relate directly to work may be less interesting and relevant to students.

In view of the increase over the past two decades in the number of high school students who also are working, it is rare to find students today who have not had at least a summer job, or done baby-sitting, or chores for pay. Their own experience, in turn, makes them keen observers of the work world around them: “Students are simultaneously observers, beneficiaries, victims of their parents’ work lives, continually assessing the merits and drawbacks of their work choices, their moods after a work day” (Hoffman, 1990, p. 56). Most are eager to recount their own experiences with bosses or customers. For adolescent students, jobs are boring, exciting, oppressive, heroic, difficult, and satisfying. They can already begin to realize that Work can transform lives by imbuing them with significance and meaning—or conversely, that work can be “a drag.”

Moreover, high school students are often already preoccupied with their own work futures, but are pressured by adults and peers to declare future professions based on woefully inadequate information—few have a sense of the day-to-day experiences that lie behind even the most familiar jobs (Hoffman, 1990, p. 55). And many lack realistic views about what the future will hold for them: “Most secondary students will not become professional literary scholars they will more likely drive cabs, wait on tables, sell real estate, [or] work in an office” (Probst, 1988, p. 3). Adolescents are developing independence from parents and other authority figures. They are struggling with the almost universal concerns of growing up and of accepting adult roles. Reading literature can provide an opportunity for adolescents to exercise independent response and critical judgment. Work literature often deals seriously with these recurring themes.

SUGGESTIONS FOR THE CLASSROOM

Students in both general and vocational tracks often are assigned less literature in school than are students in the academic track (Ravitch & Finn, 1987, p. 171). Perhaps it is time not only to reverse that trend, but also to enrich the spectrum of what students in all classes read with choices ranging from works that concentrate on personal life to those that relate the experience of the individual at work and in other social contexts In some states, students are ”expected to read provocative works” (California State Department of Education, 1987, p. 8). These could include works giving a more balanced view of relations between labor and labor leaders and businesspeople—perhaps striking a responsive chord in students by offering substance that relates to what they have experienced and will experience—to keep interest alive (Probst, 1988, p. 5).

As already mentioned, there are few examples of curriculum material designed to teach the literature of work. One purpose of such material would be to provide another perspective about work and its consequences—since the conventional approach in high school has been to stress the skills and knowledge necessary for work but not otherwise to explore what working means in an individual’s life. Through such material, students would explore and analyze attitudes toward work and learn to appreciate what is significant about this important part of human life. Another purpose would be to lead students back into literature; for the large number of students who view literature as a chore, or who think of reading in purely utilitarian terms, it might be possible to use literature about work to move from purely informational uses of reading to more literary concerns. In this way, students could become more competent in the interpretation of literature and in the understanding of other symbolic expressions and, thereby, develop their abilities to communicate about basic human experiences such as work. Finally, another purpose of such material would be to allow students to analyze a significant component of human life—work—and to understand that no single interpretation of it (as either insignificant or all-important, as viewed from a capitalist or a labor-union standpoint, and so on) is sufficient.

How does one approach the literature of work in the classroom? One of the first steps is to identify the literary works suitable for the classroom. Because there are few resources, teachers may have to develop their own plans using books, bibliographies, and other materials at hand. In the realm of fiction, Koziol (1992) has compiled an annotated bibliography of nearly two hundred works written in English or available in translation that teachers can use to help students at the secondary and college levels to think critically about the world of work. The bibliography also includes references for teaching resources about work that can provide a background for discussion of an author’s insights on the work setting. The fiction in this bibliography is primarily about work and the major characters’ reactions to it. There are, however, several selections in the list, some considered part of the “canon,” where the main story does not directly concern work, but in which work does figure prominently in one chapter or section. The paint factory chapters of Ralph Ellison’s The Invisible Man, and the introductory chapter, “The Custom House,” of Nathaniel Hawthorn’s The Scarlet Letter are two examples.

As for the actual incorporation of this material into the classroom, one possibility is simply to include examples of this literature among the types of literature to be studied, or among the themes to be examined, which already exist in the curriculum. The following provides some brief illustrations of how this could be done.

Example I

The short poem “Relief Locations Managers” by Herbert Scott (1976, p. 38) could be used, along with other more traditional pieces, in a class on free verse, or in one exploring human relationships.

Relief is everywhere
at once. He’s on his way
up. When he works the front,
the register jumps
under his fingers,
groceries flashing past
like landscape,
his arms almost
screaming with motion.
If he comes to help you
in your section, you know
you’re moving too slow.
You go home ashamed
of your thick clumsy hands.
Relief’s bucking for manager
in a new store. You hope
he’ll make it.

After the class reads the poem, the teacher could then stimulate discussion about type of poem, its structure, and its general meaning. Next, the teacher could assign activities based on the piece in which students discuss their reactions to the poem as a piece of literature about work.

1. In small groups, exchange anecdotes about times you or someone else has not followed directions or made mistakes on a job. How did you feel about your errors? How did your boss or co-workers react? How would you react if you were them?

2. With the members of your group, compose a set of directions or guidelines to help fellow workers avoid making the same mistakes.

Unlike the usual questions about literature, which focus on facts of plot and character, these questions are designed to move students toward a consideration of both personal experiences and their implications for others.

Example ll

Students would be assigned a reading of John Updike’s ”A & P,” a short Story about a checkout person who quits his job to make a point. Then they Can be asked the following questions, which again move beyond questions Of plot to those of interpretation and meaning within work contexts:

1. Skim the story to identify the four male A & P employee characters and scan to locate details about these characters and the reaction of each to the young female customers.

2. Why did Sammy quit his job at the A & P?

3. Discuss the meaning of one character’s statement to Sammy: ”You Don’t want to do this to your Mom and Dad.”

4. Speculate on Sammy’s final comment: ”… my stomach kind of fell As I felt how hard the world was going to be to me hereafter.” Have you experienced something similar?

Another possibility for incorporating this material into the classroom would be to structure a class directly around the theme of work and its many facets—personal, social, and economic. For example, when studying a great work like Herman Melville’s Moby Dick, students could explore the whole of the work instead of merely concentrating on the major theme—the obsession for revenge against a perceived evil. They could examine the historic and economic background of the whaling industry, the methods used in recruiting a crew, and the details of the search for whales, and then discuss how all this fits into the plot and major theme. Another focus could be on worker relations: what would it have been like to work on a whaling ship: the cramped living conditions; living, working, and eating with all different types of people; relations with co-workers and supervisors. Melville, after all, conceived of his work as a whole, not merely as story of a man revenging himself against a whale.

In dealing with Melville’s novel and with the works of other authors, instructors should require students to look critically at the World of work that is presented—to examine and pose questions about the nature and politics of work, its necessity, its rewards, and its pitfalls. The biographical interviews of working people in Studs Terkel’s Working, for instance, could be read to bring out these motifs: money versus meaning in the choice of work; the impulse to leave a lasting mark on the world; the unjust stereo- types with which most jobs are weighted. Students could then be asked to write about their own visions of their personal work futures. In George Orwell’s Animal Farm, the author at first presents a rather sympathetic view of an uprising of the animals against a farmer who exploits them so that he can gain the maximum profit. However, students learn further on in the work that applications of the socialist-like society the animals themselves devise are also difficult.

An entire curriculum could also center on the general theme of work. For example, a one-semester course focusing on literature and labor could include works of fiction such as: The Factory Girl by Sarah Savage, the earliest American novel with a working person as the main character; Charlotte Bronte’s Shirley, a story in which workers react to the introduction of machinery; Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle, which exposes the abuses of workers in the meat—packing industry in Chicago and the struggle of organized labor therein; Anthony Bimba’s Molly Maguires, about a coal miner’s strike for better conditions; and John Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath. There are also biographies available for classroom use that deal with the lives of labor leaders, such as ]ohn L. Lewis, Samuel Gompers, “Mother” Jones, and Caesar Chavez. These all provide excellent opportunities for creative writing, allowing students to explore the biographical form, or work histories of people they know, or their own work lives.

In the category of the most comprehensive approaches to integration, it is possible to develop courses that incorporate literature, vocational studies and other elements of the school curriculum in an all-encompassing fashion. One such course was created at Mastbaum Vocational—Technical School in Kensington, Maryland. There, a class in Shakespeare was transformed into an investigation of the aspects of Elizabethan life and culture that were relevant to the students’ vocational studies. Students came up with projects in carpentry, food science, home economics, cosmetology, and drafting adopted from what they had learned from the literature and history of the age.

In all of these alternatives, attention can be given to open discussion about the merits and demerits of each author’s interpretation of the work reality, about the author’s views of his contemporaries, and about the contribution of historical insight to understanding the views presented in the selections. Students should learn to be critical of a Babbitt, for example, but also be able to see what positive lessons for work and for life (for example, the importance of integrity in business dealings) can be drawn from that piece of literature. While reading Death of a Salesman, students can focus on the many ways that author Arthur Miller demonstrates Willy’s alienation from his family, his job, and society as a whole. They can examine why Willy cannot comprehend Biff ’s rebellion against rigidly prescribed modes of behavior and the hierarchy of the business world, and why, for Willy, there is no other way of living.

Authors writing about work and the lives of real people often use a realistic style. Work literature often contains language culled from the work experience, which may at times be quite raw and explicit (Hoffman, 1990, p. 55). Two prime examples of this frank expression and approach are Studs Terkel’s candid interviews of ordinary workers in Working, and the graphic descriptions of a coal miner’s life and family in D.H. Lawrence’s Sons and Lovers. Discussion of this type of literature could focus on the living and working conditions of the characters, and on the traits that enable them to endure adversity and to relish personal triumphs.

Finally, literature about work provides opportunities—as does literature in general—for examining a number of themes connected to multicultural perspectives in the curriculum: the particular conditions of women at work, the special experiences of African Americans and Hispanics, the conflicts between historical and “modern” patterns of work among Native Americans, and so on. (For a partial listing of some appropriate literature, see Koziol, 1992) Within this large area, there is room for stressing both the similarities and differences that exist between the general experience and the experiences of particular groups: for example, differences that include the experience of particular groups with discrimination in employment, relegation to menial work or to ”woman’s work,” and conflict between different cultures and their approaches to work; and similarities in the realm of what all workers must face (both the joys and pains of work), the ambitions of twentieth century Americans for progress through work, and the disappointments connected with ambitions that are limited by conditions beyond our control.

Of course, it is unnecessary, and probably inappropriate, to choose one Type of literature over another. The literature of work need not be used to The exclusion of all other kinds of literature. Instead, instructors can find a better balance, correcting the pervasive neglect of work-related themes in the high school that restricts the range of issues that students can explore through literature. Given the richness of the literature about work, a greater variety of reading material provides one way of allowing all students to explore the work-related issues they will confront, while at the same time preventing the potential excesses of applied and overly utilitarian approaches to reading and writing that can exist in academies, clusters, and magnet schools with an occupational focus.

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© 1995, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Ubuntu

Through regions where savannas extend
And mountains rise and rivers wend,
A spirit stirred, a people yearned,
For freedom’s flame to brightly burn.
Amidst the rugged veldt’s embrace,
Echoes of resistance grew apace;
Voices raised in unity’s call,
As dreams of liberation stood tall.

From Sharpeville to Soweto’s streets,
Where courage toppled colonial seats,
The drumbeat of a defiant throng
Challenged injustice with righteous song.
In the shadow of apartheid’s reign,
Lessons of struggle were not in vain;
For in the hearts of women and men,
Seeds of sovereignty were born again.

With Madiba’s unwavering guidance
And countless souls’ steadfast stance,
A nation’s soul, once bound, arose,
To claim its place, to allay its woes.
Through trials fierce, through pain untold,
South Africa’s new chapter does unfold,
A kaleidoscopic quilt of hope and pride,
Where franchise and prospects now reside.

Independence, hard-won and dear,
Sounds today, a clarion loud and clear,
For every child, for every soul,
On South Africa’s evolving scroll.
So let us cherish, let us heed,
That nation’s history lesson as our lead,
And strive for justice, strive for peace,
To ensure that all find deserved release.

© 1995, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Nuked

Born with the specter of mushroom clouds,
As the world raced toward Armageddon.
We were children of the Atomic dawn,
When siren wails filled all with alarm.

The playground echoed a hidden dread,
Innocence and evil grimly interbred.
We played hopscotch on the brink of fate,
Counting squares like numbered days.

The blowing winds tasted of the uncertain,
As if each breath held an ominous toxin.
Laughter was suppressed by distant tests,
Man-made sunrises in desert Southwest.

Bedtime tales struggled to allay fears—
Duck-and-cover drills and radiation suits.
As somber refrains foretold destruction,
Sunday prayers begged divine intervention.

I grew up in this Twilight Zone of paradox,
Picnics on lakes, building of bomb shelters,
An upbringing straddling hope and horror,
Synchronized to ticks of a Geiger counter.

Yet I managed to cope with this outlook,
Trading baseball cards and comic books,
Imagination soaring on cosmic plumes,
Dreaming of a world beyond the gloom.

But now though with Cold War unfrozen,
A restiveness still lingers—a silent fallout.
Thus, at times when I regard the horizon,
I half-expect a bright flash to burst out.

© 1991, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Shifting Sands, Change, and Prediction

One morning in August, I awoke, just as others around the world, to discover that Kuwait had vanished as a country. The immediate reaction of many was “how could we have predicted the invasion?” or “there goes the peace dividend.” Our collective hindsight tells us now that through careful analysis better understanding could have led us to conjecture the event if only we had tried—in other words, we could have avoided a lot of hand-wringing. Nevertheless, that unfortunate development combined with the “unpredictability” of dramatic events in Eastern Europe and China last year inspires reflection on change, prediction, and the role of education.

Change is an element central to prediction. Some people gainsay change, complaining that things are worsening or not what they used to be. One of the few certainties about the future, however, is continued, rapid change as shown by the German unification and the release of Nelson Mandela. Of course, this century has been fraught with changes that have brought tremendous difficulty to the whole human race and environment—wars, famine, disease, degradation. But it has also brought wonderful, life-enhancing advances in health care, increased wealth for many nations, and the resilience of democratic institutions and ideals. Change and difference give meaning to life, and the changes of this century have highlighted some of the best and worst of human endeavors.

Some people study and comment on the future to prepare for what might happen or to warn others to accept change more readily. Other people try to predict just to be able to say, “I told you so,” or to assert smugly, “If only you had listened to me, things wouldn’t have turned out that way.” Such attitudes obviously have negative implications for collaborating to solve foreseeable problems.

But there are two often overlooked reasons for prediction: to identify risks and opportunities—entrepreneurial foresight—and to avoid or lessen the effects of potential problems. Financial analysts use tools of prediction such as market data trends to ascertain the consequences of events on business prospects, reason one. Regarding the second reason, many authors over the years such as Huxley when he wrote Brave New World, and Orwell who wrote 1984 and Animal Farm have tried to ward off “evil” futures. Similarly in education, a number of people have expressed the view that “if public education is still around in the twenty-first century, they’ll be quite surprised.” Naturally, one could interpret this comment at face value; but by saying this the opinionators are probably intending to avert a possible demise or the deterioration of public schools.

To serve us better, authors and researchers who do their work well can offer meaningful insights on the future by employing more advanced methods of analyzing demographics, the effects of public policy, and developments in public health, science, and technology. They may thus be able to identify more precisely near-term dangers and opportunities, suggest new approaches, assist more wisely decision making, and help to prevent unwanted outcomes.

The world is shrinking as technology brings heretofore unheard of participation of ordinary citizens in world affairs. People must acquire new skills and knowledge to be able to cope with this constantly evolving situation.

Accordingly, the education system should be restructured to provide the ability to comprehend and project more effectively the consequences of change—for example, how society can deal with the shifting political sands of the Middle East or the growing ecological crisis throughout the world. In addition, instruction should create a mind-set for change and produce self-motivated problem solvers to make the human and natural environment livable in a highly competitive, multicultural world. In short, education must provide knowledgeable foresight—not necessarily to criticize change, but to evaluate and direct it for the benefit of the human race. Our success as a globally interdependent society depends on how we adapt to the changes that the future offers.

Educational Horizons 69(1) Fall 1990

© 1990, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Andersonville Cemetery

Outside the gate I regretfully stand
Late at the Andersonville marble field
As the setting sun breaks through the gentle Georgia rain
Petal by petal fall the mournful tears of mothers and children
The wails and cries, the blood and guts
The Sacred bones of young men lying a century long
Are scattered as peach blossoms on a field of stones
Reminders of what should never have been
Iron now blocks me from my brothers
I can only turn and go my way

© 1975, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Untitled

From majestic skyscrapers to broken shanties

A land now uncomfortable for even a Hoffa

Peanuts alive and well on Capitol Hill

A land of broken records and windows

Safety is a Springfield automatic

Lakes become land-locked sewers

Where hippies run and children romp.

© 1975, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Safety Net

When some people talk about safety
They bring up personal accountability
Or speak when only theirs is in doubt.
This makes me remember
The time I lived on Maxwell
Hungry as I quested for work.
A scrounger with discernment
I feasted on the curb with my buddies
On cold chicken wings and some stale Ripple.

© 1974, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

True Wealth

The physiocrats had an insight
that wealth is not created

by the laboring masses
by the butcher, brewer, or baker
by bankers, managers, rulers
by automated machines
by our schemes and avarice

But

by the minerals in the ground
by the waters in the seas
by the forests and the fields
by the air that we breathe
by the earth’s other denizens

So

by economizing energy
by conserving water
by stewarding the land
by preserving air quality
by protecting animals

we can sustain our future
and truly be wealthy

© 1973, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Don’t Fence Me In

Comrade Eberhard greets me
at the Last Resort Gasthaus,
two clicks from the checkpoint,
offering me ein Bier.

He touts the merits of Marxism:
classless society, all being equal,
no matter education or post,
everyone guaranteed work.

Vlad, Joe, and Erich, he says, promote
the harmonious spirit of sharing,
no competition and a unified society,
with little crime and few concerns.

With work, responsibilities, and rewards
shared by one and all,
there’s no envy, jealousy, or ambition,
an efficient distribution of resources.

He asserts they cultivate the growth
and betterment of society,
and defy the reign of the capitalists
that subverts the will of the proletariat.

Then why, I ask, do you need a wall?
You have a Mexican one, he replies.
But ours keeps out intruders,
while yours locks people in.

© 1973, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

There’s a Time (then)

There’s a time I listened to my parents
Thinking I’d learn to obey.

There’s a time I listened to my nanny
Thinking I’d learn to play.

There’s a time I listened to my pastor
Thinking I’d learn to sow.

There’s a time I listened to my teacher
Thinking I’d learn to know.

There’s a time I listened to my foreman
Thinking I’d learn to labor.

There’s a time I listened to my comrade
Thinking I’d learn to neighbor.

There’s a time I listened to my leader
Thinking I’d learn to heed.

Then came the time to listen to myself
I found that is all I need.

© 1973, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Old City

To stroll the walls of the Old City
is to walk a line surrounding history.
Outside is modern life, bustling streets
lined with hotels and tourist shops.
Inside is rich tradition, much older
and long the vortex of many faiths.
Many pilgrims fill the lanes to visit
the temples, mosques, and churches.
Tiny gardens behind homes of stone
are shaded by ancient trees.
Their branches reach out and, in some places,
cover the city walls like curtains.
Narrow lanes open into wider streets
with busy shops and open stalls.
Men sit sipping coffee,
fingering their prayer beads or just talking.
Women crouch in the shade of inner courtyards,
sorting beans and legumes—and talking.
How is it that some call this place,
the world’s biggest thorn in the side?

© 1973, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Jawdat

I met Jawdat just as I entered
by way of the Damascus Gate.
“Welcome to Jerusalem, the Holy City.
Are you looking for a guide?” he asked.
A quick glance discomfited me,
For he looked no older than I myself.
But he expertly continued,
“This Gate is The Center of the World.
It is an excellent type of Islamic building,
and do you know what its sign means?
There is no God but God
and Muhammed is His Prophet.”
What convenient luck for me, I thought,
as he offered to guide me for the next few days.
“There is the immovable ladder of
the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.
Someone put it against that wall, and
no one dares disturb the status quo.”
“Make sure you cover your elbows
when tucking prayers in the Wailing Wall.”
“Remember remove shoes in al-Aqsa,
so you can see the wonderful decorations.”
He offered little personal insights
To spice up our series of walks.
“Let me treat you to some Turkish coffee
along with a delicious slice of kanafa.”
“The sabbath, the busiest day of the week, is
when Arabs and Israeli teens eye the miniskirts.”
And “Someday I will go to your country
to study and get an American wife.” Also,
“My family is originally from Jaffa
but was thrown out the Day of the Nakba.”
Once when we dined late after curfew,
he vanished after helping me enter my hostel.
For four days there was no sign of him,
though I enquired from shop to shop.
At the market there was a wary silence
until my last day his familiar figure re-emerged.
Jawdat approached and pulled up his shirt
to show me the IDF’s purple marks.

© 1973, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Tyrannus

Ut dictum est
Quod licet Iovi, non licet bovi
Parvus pendetur fur, magnus abire videtur
Vulpes pilum mutat, non mores
Hinc fere libenter homines id quod volunt credunt
Damnant quod non intellegunt
Sed adversus solem ne loquitor
Astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis
Cuiusvis hominis est errare, nullius nisi insipientis in errore perseverare
De omnibus dubitandum et nunquam obliviscar
Qui totum vult totum perdit
Nemo est supra legem
Sic semper tyrannis
Actum est tandem carmen, plaudite
Nunc est bibendum
Vale

Tyrant

It is said that
What is permitted to Jove is not permitted to an ox, and
The petty thief is hanged, while the ringleader gets off,
while the fox changes his fur, but not his habits.
Hence men often believe what they want to,
And some people condemn what they do not understand.
But do not speak of what is obviously incorrect.
The stars incline us, they do not bind us.
Times are changing, and we change in them.
Anyone can err, but only the fool persists in his flaws.
Doubt everything, and never forget.
Whoever wants all, loses all.
Nobody is above the law.
This always is the fate tyrants.
The poem is finally done, applaud!
Now is the time to drink!
Farewell

© 1973, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Who stole it?

Is it greedy presidential hacks
Or those barbaric Pentagon rats?
My Uncle Sam proclaims he wants me
But what really chases me up this tree?
IRS comes knocking for some tax
I comply for fear of seeming lax:
Vietnam, Chicago still on fire
But I stay at home with no desire
Newspapers decry crime on the streets
As nightly I hide beneath my sheets
Midnight specials for Russian roulette
It seems there is no other outlet
I quietly sit sipping my tea
While Tricky Dick spouts shit on TV
But when I cry “Civic Robbery”
I see that I stole myself from me.

© 1973, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

War Is Not the Answer

I came to Paris to flee the war gods,
and their cynical words and cruelty,
each day viewing a decade of destruction
in the news from distant rice fields.

Tonkin Gulf, Tet Offensive, My Lai,
napalm and carpet bombing,
a naked child’s run down a road,
there were no good reasons for their lies.

As Nixon crows Hearts and Minds
and sprays Cambodia with Agent Orange,
some ask why so many have to die
while the war crawls on and goes nowhere.

Today began cold, wet, and gloomy
as I stand in front of the Hotel Majestic
encircled by Hanoi and Vietcong flags
and hard-nosed, head-bashing security.

First Madame Binh approaches
dressed up in a traditional Ao Dai,
then comes South Vietnam’s Lam
followed closely by the North’s Trinh.

Last in the solemn procession
is Secretary of State Rogers
hissed and jeered at by protestors
as his car warily nears.

There comes the signal of completion
followed by a rousing round of cheers
signaling that the fighting is over,
a futile conflict with nothing but loss.

But observing such a ruckus,
I feel alone at the curbside
only now fully realizing
the extent of my country’s defeat.

© 1973, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

Munich

Many headed to Munich,
hoping for bier-soaked games;
but Black September had other plans
to deliver a Mighty fist.

Wearing tracksuits and toting gym bags
packed with grenades and AKMs,
they entered the unwary apartment
where Israeli athletes were asleep.

Slaying two and taking nine
to trade for their Arab brothers
with an allahu akbar,
they demanded a flight to Cairo.

As copters were encircling,
snipers unguided and untrained
sprang a reckless ambush,
the terrorists returning fire.

A rescue turned bloodbath,
nine and more were lost
in smoke, gunfire, and explosion,
three captors taken alive.

But, vilely these were later let go,
exchanged for Lufthansa Flight 615
so they could receive “hero’s welcome”
as they landed in Tripoli.

© 1973, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.

The Ugly American

Portrayed through actions dark forces conceal,
A striking tale unfolds, its truth so real.
Probing humanity with candor unbound,
It was for young Me a viewing profound.
The pic’s canvas portrays a foreign land,
Where culture clashes are quick to command,
With people estranged, in turbulent seas,
It reveals a saga that aims for peace.
Amidst bustling streets of a foul regime,
A diplomat arrives in this strange scheme,
Presence peculiar to native view,
Holding our country’s biases as true.
Though the title bestowed shouts out deceit,
Beneath its veil, hints of empathy beat.
In “The Ugly American” we see
A puerile desire to change destiny.
Conflict he addresses with reckless care,
Neglecting effects and burdens they bear.
Acting with impatience and disdain,
He naively puts all on the same plain.
Only the truths he learns at the flick’s end
Brutally make him at last awaken:
His work there only serves to complicate,
Any chance for redemption may be too late.
In this intense tale, a mirror we find
Questions about our country’s state of mind.
I was aware of the cold war contest
But saw no side caring for the poorest.
If leaders had watched it and understood,
This work could have does us all good.

© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved. (1963)