jgtaylor – Page 36 – Soapbox Artist

Davis

April 8, 2009 by jgtaylor

she’ll be 70 this year: in concrete and arithmetic. we need a porch, some metal for the roof [hail storms that could kill] garden is 4 years in the wings; i’m not on good time – 9 months until Dec. but something’ll feed the ducks this winter – something always does. How do you get … Read moreDavis

untitled

April 8, 2009 by jgtaylor

Demand injustice, ask for war. Reject your suitors, masturbate. cry that the sun has risen, rejoice in NORAD, blinking lights and dreams hidden under mountains. cave men.

hope

April 8, 2009 by jgtaylor

well you know what? I’m fucking tired – you with guns and women and all the coke to keep me awake for 100 years; fuck you – I’m too tired tonight to battle the wisdom of Ape men investing in brawn and muscle long after John Henry has died. No, tonight I will watch out … Read morehope

the New Game called, “Who’s an Asshole?!”

March 24, 2009 by jgtaylor

Good ol’ Brookings Institute offers this food for thought by one of their “brightest”. Of course, You’ll have to read it, but it shouldn’t take long – he uses simple words. I could have let it go as just another moron spouting off, except for the advise to the president at the end: The net … Read morethe New Game called, “Who’s an Asshole?!”

Power of the Pen

March 14, 2009 by jgtaylor

With your pens, your words, you’ve crumbled countless lives, denied life to the dying, food to the starving, water to the thirsty. Absolution will not come from Abstraction: your lines of rulers, policies and declarations; your desire and hubris is not masked through messengers or your failed intermediaries. No entity alive can offer forgiveness for … Read morePower of the Pen

Stolen

February 14, 2009 by jgtaylor

I just finished watching this and thought of an interesting idea. What if these communities being foreclosed on would get together with the victims and purchase the houses back at a fraction of the inflated original purchase price. Then, the community, as a whole, owns this house. They could offer to rent it to the … Read moreStolen

dreams

February 14, 2009 by jgtaylor

why do i wake up with tears streaming down my hot cheeks, mouth parched as 100 deserts drying out over a millennium?

Oh – sorry, did you need some consoling after you destroyed my country?

February 3, 2009 by jgtaylor

How does the NYTimes get a “liberal” reputation with garbage like this? I mean, for reals – feel sorry for Investment bankers or IT workers getting 2x what the rest of the IT world makes for 10+ years, and now no bonus? Well, fuck-you-very-much, I have never gotten a bonus worth mentioning [e.g. is at least a weeks pay after taxes]. I’d venture that roughly 300 Million people in America never get bonuses. And now you’re sad about being a pariah?! Holy shit – as though somehow now, at this point in your deepest failures and regrets, I’m supposed to feel something other than hatred for the equivalent of of a glorified Collection Agent?
I think the major difference between this Depression-Beginning and the 1930’s depression was that Banker’s took a hit and were able to see their own stupidity – albeit just before they jumped from their office window. Today, they’ve been protected and mostly weren’t losing their money – hence this, “Why’s everyone so mad at us?” crap.
What pisses me off most about this article – the assumption that the consumer was greedy. You know why this country is fucking pissed off at Bankers? The same reasons most people dislike drug-dealers [not weed, though :-)]; they ruin people’s lives. And now that the country is in collective-rehab, the banker Money-Dealers are left in the cold trying to figure out why they suck so much.

awkward thoughts

January 27, 2009 by jgtaylor

did you see How on that round a glow emerged just before the body fell? I didn’t think it important at the time.

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January 27, 2009 by jgtaylor

is it true, that at this morning hour the wives all go to sleep and the children crying pause while their fathers slip into silk? is it true, that when I leave my body you will be there to wrap me in the soft tears of grief before sending me across the water? there are … Read moreuntitled #312