Stevieslaw: The High Church of Whatever

Stevieslaw: The Birth of Whateverism

Now that organized religion is making a comeback under the Trump Administration, we at Stevieslaw think it’s high time we got in on the action. It’s hard to argue that picking up the check is against your religious beliefs when the people you are trying to stiff know fully well that you haven’t any and that you agree with the vast majority of Americans who believe god left with the good silver after emptying the bank accounts. I believe he just checked in at the local Marriott on a planet that still has a chance.

So, in honor of my mother, who when faced with people painted pink and parading as penguins on the local beach as the lead story on the 6:30 news, would simply say “whatever” and proceed to the kitchen to make more coffee, we give you “Whateverism.” Whateverites, when faced with something that makes their noses itch or that makes them vaguely uncomfortable can soothe their collective religious consciousnesses—can assure their non-complicity in the horribleness before them, by saying “whatever” and moving on.

So the next time your self-righteousness kicks in and you are planning on speaking for god—now doing the back stroke in the Marriott’s sumptuous swimming pool, just say “whatever” and you are off the hook.

Try it!

Donations to the High Church of Whatever will be tax deductible sooner or later. Any money over and above that needed to support our soon to be lavish life style will be used to stimulate the local economy—through losses at casinos, race tracks and with our local bookie, Benny. Give whatever.

Posted in gang gang dance, Humor, parody | Tagged , , , , , | 2 Comments

Stevieslaw: The Silence of the Grave

Stevieslaw: The Silence of the grave

I first met Johnny the Glock at my brother’s house in Florida. They were in the back yard shooting at tin cans and stray dogs and cats. My brother was a party goods wholesaler at the time, although occasionally he would help his suppliers collect overdue bills. He had recently been prosecuted for having a weapon and a series of felony convictions and the Feds had come down on him for the silencer he had on the weapon. In response, he had joined the NAHMCK—the National Association of Hit Men and Contract Killers. Johnny was Vice President of the group.

Smokey caught up with Johnny on the phone, just after the Hearing Protection Act of 2017 was postponed long enough to have the public forget the latest massacre—about 72 hours.

Johnny was candid, “Sure, the biggest complaint hit men and contract killers have is that discharging a firearm in a confined space is really loud. Most of our member are being treated for recurring headaches. A silencer would cure that.”

“But, more than that Smokey,” continued Glocky, “A silencer is a very useful tool of the trade. Would you ban the bricklayer’s trowel, the electrician’s wire cutter, or the safecracker’s stethoscope. Why deprive hardworkingamerican hitmen of a tool that makes their jobs so much safer and easier.”

“The other issue is job satisfaction,” said Johnny. “I love my work, but just think of how much more fun it would be if the people you shot were completely unaware of being shot, until they dropped to the ground like rocks. Mass shootings would be nearly silent until the screams started.”

Smokey walked away pretty satisfied with the interview. “It fit tidily in with my current picture of America,” she said sadly.

Posted in gang gang dance, Humor, parody | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Stevieslaw: God 101

A little goofiness for a dreadful Tuesday.

God 101

The big guy
created from
next to nothing,
a universe so unruly
that even he might
pull a string
and wonder what
might happen next,
with particles
so briefly here,
that even he
must pay great care
to watch them flame out
brilliantly, and distances
so vast that even he
considers it a trek to march
from end to end to catch
the view from yet another angle
of expansion. It takes
his breath away to consider
how awesome he must be.

I imagine him blowing smoke
from an ancient Meerschaum
into some black hole
or bending space and time
by reclining massively in Orion.
So sad the nearly lifelike chuckling
he can manage when he warps
is lost in the dark of little matter.

He brushes past the lively
worlds upon occasion,
but frankly, between you and me,
the endless singing,
murmured prayers
and protestations,
remind him vaguely of promises
unkept and make his big head ache—
for which he takes two aspirin,
each the size of Pluto, and drinks them
down with water
milked from many a moon.

 

Posted in gang gang dance, Humor, poetry | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

Stevieslaw: NRA slams Congress

Stevieslaw: National Rifle Association slams Congress

Walter LaPierre Jr., executive Vice President of the NRA, blamed Congress today for the shooting in Las Vegas. “Congress insists on maintaining a ban on weapons—bazookas, flame throwers, surface to air, and surface to surface missiles, that the average American needs in today’s world if he is going to defend himself,” said LaPierre. “If someone in the crowd at the festival had shot back with a surface to surface missile, this tragedy could have been easily adverted.

Republicans in Congress were generally supportive of LaPierre’s remarks. “We are working on it,” said Paul Ryan.

Chris Murphy, Democrat from Connecticut and a vocal advocate of strict gun laws, said, “This makes perfect sense to me. There is nothing too crazy for Americans, when it comes to guns.”

Posted in gang gang dance, Humor, parody | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Stevieslaw: Won’t you please just go away

Stevieslaw: Won’t you please just go away

Today’s tweetstorms about the NFL, Puerto Rico and N. Korea by the bad orange have me mourning for the America I thought I knew. And sure enough, what popped into my head was that Melanie Safka (also recorded by Ray Charles and Nina Simone) classic—the perfect song for Trump’s Amerika. Here are a few stanzas:

look what they done to my song ma
look what they done to my song
well it’s the only thing
that i could do half right
and it’s turning out all wrong ma
look what they done to my song

look what they done to my brain ma
look what they done to my brain
well they picked it like a chicken bone
and i think i’m half insane ma
look what they done to my song

wish i could find a good book to live in
wish i could find a good book
well if i could find a real good book
i’d never have to come out and look at
what they done to my song

 

Read more: Melanie – What Have They Done To My Song Ma Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Posted in Humor, parody | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Stevieslaw: Back in the Saddle Again

Stevieslaw: Back in the Saddle Again

The Writer’s Almanac reminds us that today is the birthday of Gene Autry, the original singing cowboy. Those of us who grew up in the 50’s, which includes Donald Trump, loved his movies. Music wins hearts, good triumphs over evil, and the good guy rides off on his horse into the splendid sunset—which is more than enough reward for him. Heck, for those of us 8 or 9 or 10, that was pretty much how we thought of America.

So for the Donald, who might have misplaced it somewhere in his rise to fame and fortune, The Cowboy Code of Conduct:

“He must always tell the truth,” “He must not advocate or possess racially or religiously intolerant ideas,” and “He must never go back on his word, or a trust confided in him.”

Seems simple enough DJT. Want me to tweet it to you?

EXTRA SPECIAL PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Today is my favorite holiday—“National Coffee Day.” GET A BUZZ ON!

 

Posted in gang gang dance, Humor, parody | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Stevieslaw: What we are up against

Stevieslaw: What we are up against.

Now that the Saudis have decided to let woman drive, Republican led legislators in red states may be considering similar laws. That does not sit well for the Republican candidate for Senate in Alabama—super conservative Roy Moore. Moore in his job as Chief Justice of the Alabama Supreme Court is best known for defying federal court decisions—most recently in a decision striking down state laws against same sex marriage.

Said a spokesman for Moore, “allowing women to drive a car is clearly forbidden by the Bible.”Ste

Posted in gang gang dance, Humor, parody | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments

Stevieslaw: Trump Demands Pledge

Stevieslaw: Trump Demands Pledge

President Trump, clearly playing to his strength, doubled down today by calling for all football players to recite the pledge of allegiance after each touchdown is scored. He said demanding the pledge would root out those players that had become unpatriotic between scoring drives. “Who could object to that?” Trump tweeted.

White House Press Secretary, Sarah Huckabee Sanders said, “President Trump’s statement is not hyperbole. There is ample historical precedent for demanding a continuous pledge of loyalty.”

“For example,” said Sanders, “During World War II, aviators on the island of Pianosa were required to pledge loyalty and allegiance before being permitted to eat, sleep, or fly bombing missions. The campaign—known as the great loyalty oath campaign—was very successful at rooting out traitors at the very moment they turned against America.”

N.Y. Times reporter, Glenn Thrush, pointed out that the incident Ms. Huckabee was referring to was right out of the novel, Catch 22, by Joseph Heller. He went on to commend her for making a statement that at least had some anchor in reality—even if that reality was fiction.

Fox News, in a show of solidarity with the President, will have their anchors recite the pledge before each story. And Rush Limbaugh, not to be outdone, said he will recite the pledge over and over on his show. “No one is more patriotic than I am,” said Rush.

Posted in gang gang dance, Humor, parody | Tagged , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Stevieslaw: Tea Ceremony

My poem Tea Ceremony is up on The Drabble.  Here is the link:

https://thedrabble.wordpress.com/2017/09/23/tea-ceremony/

And here is the poem:

Tea Ceremony

Sunday morning breakfast
was as close as we
ever came to sacred
ritual in our house.
Mom slept in
and dad would
orchestrate in
his best robe–
the eggs here
the butter there,
and the coffee pot
to the right of syrup.
He cooked the cakes
and bacon
in the cast iron skillet
his grandfather
had brought with him
from god knows where.

We ate
until our ribs ached.
Until we could
barely breathe.
Until the very thought
of rising from our chairs
was far beyond
our quiet contemplation.

Posted in poetry | 2 Comments

Stevieslaw: Surgically Altered

Stevieslaw: Surgically Altered

Donald Trump said last night, in a lengthy tirade, that he had indisputable evidence that John McCain’s brain had been altered by liberal leaning surgeons in what was touted as cancer surgery.

“They made up a fake tumor,” said DJT, “so they could get access to his brain. It’s the reason he keeps voting against the very best possible health care bills,” continued Trump.

Senator Lindsay Graham was forced to concur. “I don’t take everything Trump says as gospel,” he said, “But this makes pretty good sense. The McCain who voted to kill our impressive bill is not the McCain I once knew and called a friend.”

“Brain altering surgery for Republicans,”mused our own Smokey Diamond, as her face lit up with delight.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments