My brain is all a gibberish from writing all morning...since 5 am. Insomnia is a bitch, but we get leftover War Won Ton soup and afternoon naps with old monster movies playing.

I have disparate and loose thoughts that drive me up a tree, so I will corral them here, where brilliant writing seems to go on somewhere...

I BLAME THE 99 PERCENT 

First,  I blame the 99 percent for all of our nation's economic woes. Here's why:

It is too expensive to have ambulances and police show up in less than an hour or two. What a spoiled bunch of pukes we are. Bring back bribery, too! In Italy, all you have to say is "Non Recuerdo!", slip a Carbineri a few lira and bang, you're done.  If that doesn't work, show some breastesses.

Why can't we pack our garbage in our cars and take it to the dumps like real Americans do? I lived in the country and, trust me, you can make a fun day of it!

Who needs educations? Huh? There are too many educated people in this country and we keep bringing more and more of them in from foreign countries!

I say jobs for dummies! Jobs for dummies!

Oh hell to the no, you whining pukes! You don't like cake? You unAmerican fleabag hippies! May the forces of the Department of the Law drag you off to Guantanamo  Bay and tofuboard you until you cry for moist, rich dutch chocolate with buttercream frosting!

You healthy assed freaks!! 

And speaking of dark chocolate, why can't a red blooded all American man who is destined to be the second black president proposition any living, breathing woman within hearing distance? A job's a job, dammit! 

And who promised you that you would actually GET your Social Security and all those pensions? Are you mad? Are you high? You probably are, you spliff dunking clowns.

And so what if our food is genetically modified? So what if your chicken has a penis? Just shut up, dredge it in some panko crumbs and fry that sucker up! They're delicious and fun for the kiddies!

And wage gaps between men and women? Apparently Herman Cain tried to fill that gap singlehandedly and what do we do? We disrespect the man who worked to bring men and women closer together!

Shame on you, 99 percent! Shame on you! 

Now that I've straightened you out, read my shameful literature from my leftist period, back from about 5 hours ago.

 The Forty Nine of the Forty Nine

A Short Story "Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones

We Concealed The Justice, We Don't Talk About No Evil