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My conclusion: - I started research (Latitude 33°N) in the 90’s while I was still working for the British Council in Cairo. All through these years up until the present moment, I kept an open and alert mind to monitor and analyse all the events that happened in all the countries that are crossed by 33°N (Algeria → Tunisia → Libya → Egypt → Israel / Palestine → Syria → Jordan → Iraq → Iran → Afghanistan → Pakistan → India (northern territories) → China → (Pacific Ocean) → Mexico → United States (California, Arizona, then eastward).
I am not going to state all the findings of this research because it is all to do with collision vs. subduction vs. rifting vs. craton stability, long wavelength (Earth Core) vs. short wavelength crustal responses, inherited vs. active tectonic signatures, and how these “episodes” repeat around the planet.

It is my duty to whisper gently: You are all victims of Latitude 33°N. But I’d like to stress strongly that there will be no real civilisation, peace, or prosperity on Earth without understanding the planet itself; what it does to and for the living and what the living are doing to/for it. Thank you for reading. :)

AND THE MUSE CAME AGAIN AND SAID,
“Bard, we’re now not that far away from election day.
The question is whether or not we want another
old fat rich hog to keep everything just
as it is and always has been.”
AND THE BARD REPLIED,
“We were born and we have been taught to like
old fat rich hogs. Long ago, John Locke,
John Stuart Mill, Karl Marx, and Jesus Christ stated “Find someone better than old fat rich hogs and what
farm boys call “Hogism” and scholars call “Fascism”.

What Farm Boys Might Call Hogism

…Why argue about the differences,
When everything is the same,
No matter what is devised,
It soon becomes the same old game.

…For…
…The hogs will rise to the top,
And they will eat up most of the slop,
And what drips off of their massive chins,
Will trickle down for the chickens, the sheep,
The cattle, the horses, the goats,
Or for their next of kin.

…So, why applaud CAPITALISM?
…So, why exalt COMMUNISM?
…So, why acclaim SOCIALISM?
…Or, why celebrate any other kind of ISM?
…For, sooner or later,
All will become FASCISM,
Or, as farm boys might call it, HOGISM.

…Yes…

…The hogs will rise to the top,
And they will eat up most of the slop,
And what drips off of their massive chins,
Will trickle down for the chickens, the sheep,
The cattle, the horses, the goats,
Or for their next of kin.

…For example, AMERICA,
Trump (slopworth $3.1 billion), And Biden (slopworth $9 million),
They are boars,
And McConnell (slopworth $30 million) and Pelosi (slopworth $120 million),
A boar and a sow,
So, why get your old panties,
Or jockey shorts in a wad,
About som**hing that you should know,
And understand by now.

WHY PONDER THE HISTORY OF MAN!
WHY PONDER THE HISTORY OF US!
IT WILL REMAIN AS IT HAS BEEN,
NO MATTER THE AMOUNT OF FUSS!

…Yes…

…The hogs will rise to the top,
And they will eat up most of the slop,
And what drips off of their massive chins,
Will trickle down for the chickens, the sheep,
The cattle, the horses, the goats,
Or for their next of kin.

…What farm boys might call HOGISM,
And scholars might call FASCISM!

Copyright 2015 The Bard R. Campbell
From Book HADES U.S.A.

All that we see and hear from all the communication channels in the World implies a strong message to the Balanced Civilised Nations in the World. The message says: This news is an example of what not to do in your homeland with your neighbours. After all, these are not your Monkeys or your favourite entertainment show.

AND THE MUSE CAME AGAIN AND SAID,
“Bard, we’re now not that far away from election day.
The question is whether or not we want another
old rich white buffoon to keep everything just
as it is and always has been.”
AND THE BARD REPLIED,
“We were born and we have been taught to like
old rich white buffoons, baboons, and even
raccoons if one is around. Long ago, John Locke
John Stuart Mill, and Jesus Christ stated “Find someone better!”

Those Old Rich White Men

…There are some old rich white men in our heads,
Who make us all toe toe the line;
And if we don’t, they come around,
And puts big welts on our behinds.

…F**k them I say,
Truck them away,
For tomorrow,
It ain’t yesterday.

…Yeah, f**k them I say,
And truck them away,
For tomorrow,
It ain’t yesterday…
…But it will be,
If we delay…

…There are some old rich white men in our clothes,
Who make us all sing sing their song;
And if we don’t, they come around,
And shake at us their long ding dongs.

…F**k them I say,
Truck them away,
For tomorrow,
It ain’t yesterday.

…Yeah, f**k them I say,
And truck them away,
For tomorrow,
It ain’t yesterday…
…But it will be,
If we delay…

…For these old rich white men,
They drink whiskey and gin,
While the rest of us,
Well, we just suck wind…
Yeah, we just suck wind…

…And when ole Che Guevara,
was asked,
“When does the f**king revolution begin?”
He replied,
“When we get sick and tired of sucking wind!”

…There are some old rich white men in our shoes,
Who make us all do do their dance;
And if we don’t, they come around,
And grab us and pull down our pants.

…F**k them I say,
Truck them away,
For tomorrow,
It ain’t yesterday.

…Yeah, f**k them I say,
And truck them away,
For tomorrow,
It ain’t yesterday…
…But it will be,
If we delay.

..Yeah, f**k them I say,
And truck them away...

Copyright 2010 The Bard R. Campbell
From Book Hades U.S.A.

My latest image represents Parallel Universes which are similar in structure but different in fate. Multiverses could be similar or different in structure but definitely different in fate.

I wrote these words to describe the image:

In the infinite nothingness, endless darkness exists,
Little tiny particles always appear after a crack
With sparks, they never tired of stitching expanses gaps.
with branches twisting, born the endless list of Parallel worlds,
Forming cosmic trees, Arching through with turns and twists.

Each process, a Gestalt spark, From the middle's arc to the polar ends.
In every split, a world anew, In fractal dance, the cosmos grew.

Neural paths of light and shade, Gestalt's essence, the universe swayed.
Twenty-one processes, echoing in flight, With every turn, creating light.

From the weave of time, connections glow, Cycles of Gestalt, ebb and flow.
Each universe, is a tale untold, In endless cycles, they unfold.

In the silent void, harmony rings, Gestalt’s touch, in cosmic strings.
Parallel realms, entwined so tight, Guardians of the cosmic night.

In the infinite nothingness, endless darkness exists,
Little tiny quarks always appear after a crack
With sparks, they never tired of stitching expanses gaps.
with branches twisting, born the endless list of Parallel worlds,
Forming cosmic trees, Arching through with turns and twists.

And THE MUSE CAME AGAIN AND SAID,,
“Bard, I think it would be a good idea
for you to share some of your books
with your friends on Facebook. I know
that some will find what you write
very controversial; but compared with
ignorance, apathy, hypocrisy, and injustice, they are pretty good, With
elections coming up soon, I think that
the second one you should share is
The U.S. of E. It may change how
your friends will vote and result in
greater justice for everyone.”
AND THE BARD REPLIED,
“I hope that you are correct.”




The
U.S.
Of
E

By The Bard R. Campbell

The U.S. Of E. 2
Copyright 2024 by the Bard R. Campbell
All Rights Reserved
This edition published by G. Gordon Publishing.
P.O. Box 706, Martin, KY 41649
Published in the United States of America.
No part of this book can be used or reproduced
in any manner without the written permission of
The publisher.
Library of Congress Contact Number: 2004111548
Manufactured in the United States.

The U.S. of E. 3

,,,Yes, If I came to become the messiah,
Of the mighty U.S. of A,
I would make a lot of changes,
And every one of them would begin today.

…The flag would be one of many, many colors,
Mixed in with red, yellow, brown, white, and black,
And the silver E that glows brightly upon it,
Would show to all that equality would soon become a fact.

…The country would cease being the U.S. of A,
For it would soon become the U.S. of E.;
The land known as hypocritical “America”,
Would soon become the new United States of Equality.

Yes, If I came to become the messiah,
Of the mighty U.S. of A,
I would make a lot of changes,
And every one of them would begin today.

…I would gather together the wisest of the wise,
And constantly analyze every part of my plan;
And I’d keep making any necessary improvements,
That would benefit all children, each woman, and every man.

…I would have a personal public page,
And on it there would be a suggestion box,
So that everyone could write and let me know, 4
How to avoid and get beyond the many kinds of gridlock.

Yes, If I came to become the messiah,
Of the mighty U.S. of A,
I would make a lot of changes,
And every one of them would begin today.

…All children in the womb they would be protected,
From the moment each one of them is conceived,
For equality begins right there at the beginning,
If anything about it can really ever be believed.

…Thus, abortion would not ever be tolerated,
As an acceptable alternative to birth control;
For the rights of a mother or a father to be,
Are never no greater than those of another living soul.

Yes, If I came to become the messiah,
Of the mighty U.S. of A,
I would make a lot of changes,
And every one of them would begin today.

…At birth each child’s parents would be determined,
And known beyond the shadow of any doubt. DNA would put an end to all conspiracies,
And equality would then really begin to come about.

…For everyone who has one child or more, 5
There would be an understood Golden Rule:
“Please care for each child in every expected way,
Or be taught about parenting in some very special school.”

Yes, If I came to become the messiah,
Of the mighty U.S. of A,
I would make a lot of changes,
And every one of them would begin today.

…Freedom of speech would be the order of each day,
In everyone’s writing and in each spoken word.
Thus, all thoughts of being politically correct,
Would be considered as unworthy of ever being heard.

…Thus, honesty would be what is really wanted,
For from it the seeds of change would be sown;
For equality cannot be a possibility,
Until the truth from all sides has become much more widely known.

Yes, If I came to be the messiah,
Of the mighty U.S. of A.
I would make a lot of changes,
And everyone of them would begin today.

…In all schools each and every child would be taught,
All of the many necessary needed laws of life,
Like the law of every one being physically fit,
And like what it takes to become a good husband or a wife”.

…Ignorance would no longer be accepted as bliss, 6
And neither would be the inability to walk across town.
Minds would become laden with the many facts of life,
And all bodies would look good decked out in their caps and their gowns.

…The U.S. of E. would have its own TV network,
On it would be life sciences as taught to all youth;
In this way viewers would have up-to-date knowledge,
Of all that’s been verified and considered to be the truth.

Yes, if I came to become the messiah,
Of the mighty U.S. of A.
I would make a lot of changes,
And every one of them would begin today.

…All who are able to do any kind of work,
Would toil At least five full days each week;
And the two other days they would be used,
For what each and all of everyone had a desire to seek.

…Those who are totally unable to do work,
Would become part of a health and welfare plan.
For equality requires the care of one and all,
Whether it is with a job or just lending a helping hand.

…All who are unable to do any kind of work,
Would be considered a person of special needs;
And all would be assigned a licensed social worker,
To protect them from the forces of abuse, neglect, and greed.

…Every worker would be earning a living wage, 7
For doing jobs they are qualified to do;
And all persons not paid by private concerns,
Would have public jobs funded by the federal revenue.

…All politicians would work for a living wage,
Just like everybody and everyone else;
And those who betrayed the sacred public trust,
Would be told, “You need to get busy and work just for yourself.

…All citizens would be required to pay taxes,
To maintain services developed for their welfare;
And not one profit or non-profit entity,
Would be exempt from paying its equal mandated fair share.

…All adults would have a nice place of their own,
A house, apartment, dorm room, or jail cell;
And all would have to pay the full price for their home,
And all costs to maintain the site where they had chosen to dwell.

…All U.S. of E. workers would have the option,
Of retiring at the age of sixty-eight;
And all retirees would receive a living wage,
And pay taxes, and have their funerals funded by the state.

Yes, If I came to become the messiah,
Of the mighty U.S. of A,
I would make a lot of changes,
And every one of them would begin today.

…For the sake of every person’s wellness, 8 There would be many excellent doctors on call;
And there’d be enough U.S. of E. hospitals,
And equal health treatment would be an enforced rule of law.

…All types of wellness would be under the jurisdiction,
Of the Department of Public Health and Welfare;
And it would provide for the many necessities,
To guarantee everyone’s rights to universal healthcare.

Yes, if I came to become the messiah,
Of the mighty U.S. of A.
I would make a lot of changes,
And every one of them would begin today.

…Each and every law would become nationalized,
Thus, illegal acts would be viewed as federal crimes;
And all sentences handed out after all trials,
Would be served for one hundred percent of their allotted times.

…All police officers would be highly trained,
Before ever being allowed to brandish a gun;
And all suspects would be appointed a lawyer,
Before they ever were interrogated by anyone.

…For some inmates that were in a prison or jail cell,
There would be written an immediate decree:
To free each and all of them who’d been convicted,
Of any crime based on a straitlaced view of morality.

…All drugs they would become legal to use, 9
And be sold in every kind of local stores;
And each citizen would be free to purchase,
Whatever ones of them they had some kind of a yearning for.

…All killers would receive mandatory death sentences,
And all ra**sts each would get twenty-five years;
And all others who chose to do illegal acts,
Would spend some prescribed time in the company of their peers.

…All jail and prison inmates would work five days a week,
With their other days filled with instruction and advice;
Each week would be all about rehabilitation,
And what all must do to make a good country a paradise.

Yes, if I came to become the messiah,
Of the mighty U.S. of A.
I would make a lot of changes,
And every one of them would begin today.

…To all of those who attended any church,
There would be a straight-forward statement made:
“God gave to all humans the right to choose,
In what sacred or unholy waters they wanted to wade.”

…All churches’ doctrines would be deemed as equal,
But none of them would have any influence on the state;
For the state’s concerns would be with bodies and minds,
And not ever the moral views of any religious faith.

Yes, if I came to become a messiah, 10
Of the mighty U.S. of A.,
I would make a lot of changes,
And every one of them would begin today.

…All kinds of art would always be encouraged,
But not one would be endowed by the people’s funds;
But still the great works of all kinds of artists,
Would be viewed as songs that most certainly have to be sung.

…All things great and small would be fully protected,
From the hands of self-indulgent mortal men;
And there’d be reverence for all living creatures,
And consequences for anyone who chose to disrespect them.

Yes, If I came to become the messiah,
Of the mighty U.S. of A,
I would make a lot of changes,
And every one of them would begin today.

…The government would become of the people,
Once they were worthy to assume such a right,
For knowledge is certainly a prerequisite,
If a republic of any value is ever to come to light.

…All foreign entities would be told the same:
“Our policy is now only to negotiate;
We no longer will we be unwanted intruders, 11
Into the affairs of any neighboring or distant state.”

Yes, if I came to become the messiah,
Of the mighty U.S. of A.
I would make a lot of changes,
And every one of them would begin today.

…All citizens would be protected from all others,
On their homeland, in the air, or from the sea,
By many able-bodied and well-trained warriors,
All ready to fight for the flag of the new U.S. of E.

…The flag would be one of many, many colors,
Mixed in with red, yellow, brown, white, and black,
And the silver E that glows brightly upon it,
Would show to all that equality would soon become a fact.

Yes, if I came to become the messiah,
Of the mighty U.S. of A.
I would make a lot of changes,
And every one of them would begin today.

And THE MUSE CAME AGAIN AND SAID,,
“Bard, I think it would be a good idea
for you to share some of your books
with your friends on Facebook. I know
that some will find what you write
very controversial; but compared with
ignorance, apathy, hypocrisy, and injustice, they are pretty good, With
elections coming up soon, I think that
the first one you should share is
Victimlanteism. It may change how
your friends will vote and result in
greater justice for everyone.”
AND THE BARD REPLIED,
“I hope that you are correct.”
Victimlanteism
Every One of Us
Should Become
Victimlantes!
To Get Justice for All Victims
Of Killers, Rapists, Pedophiles.
Robbers, and Fascist Lawmakers!
***We Should Sing, Think, and Act!***
By The Bard R. Campbell

Victimlanteism 2
Copyright 2024 by the Bard R. Campbell
All Rights Reserved
This edition published by G. Gordon Publishing.
P.O. Box 706, Martin, KY 41649
Published in the United States of America.
No part of this book can be used or reproduced
in any manner without the written permission of
The publisher.
Library of Congress Contact Number: 2004111548
Manufactured in the United States.

The Prologue 3
AND THE MUSE CAME AGAIN AND SAID,
“Bard, I’ve never cared for that word ‘vigilante’
for it usually means that those who take the
laws and justice into their own hands have
committed criminal acts. However, the real
criminals are those who enact bad laws, prosecute
them poorly, with the end result being unfair
and unjust actions in regard to the fairness and
justice for the victims of all kinds of criminal
acts. Thus, I want for us to use the word
‘victimlante’ from now on instead of ‘vigilante’.
We need justice for all lawbreakers and lawmakers
Who victimize innocent people and citizens.”
AND THE BARD REPLIED,
“I’m all for it.”

What All Victimlantes Should Sing 4

…Singing in the sunshine,
Singing in the rain,
Judging all evildoers,
In the names of the maimed.

…Singing in the twilight,
Singing in the dark,
Finding all evildoers,
And circling them like sharks.

…Eyes for eyes,
And teeth for teeth,
Lives for lives,
And grief for grief.

…Life for life,
And death for death,
With gun or knife,
And no regrets.

…Thus should singeth Victimlantes, 5
Day in and day out.
For day in and day out,
Is what justice is all about.

…Singing in the sunshine,
Singing in the rain,
Judging all evildoers,
In the names of the maimed.

…Singing in the twilight,
Singing in the dark,
Finding all evildoers,
And circling them like sharks.

…Thus should singeth Victimlantes,
Day in and day out.
For day in and day out,
Is what justice is all about.

All Victimlantes Should Think and Act 6

A Commentary from a Son of a Murder
Victim Who Has Become a Victimlante

So, Let’s Go
…So, let’s go and kill all of the killers,
Once they get out of prisons and jails;
Just to let each and everyone know,
That all systems for victims have not failed,

…Yes, my dear young sweet young mama,
She was murdered back when I was five;
And that ra**st-killer who slayed her,
Well, you know, he’s no longer alive.

…So, let’s go and kill all of the killers,
Once they get out of prisons and jails;
Just to let each and everyone know,
That all systems of victims have not failed.

…And my dear young sweet young mama,
She begged him not to take her life;
But he laughed and then said to her,
“What better use is there for a knife?” 7

…So, let’s go and kill all of the killers,
Once they get out of prisons and jails;
Just to let each and everyone know,
That all systems for victims have not failed,
…They gave my mama’s killer fifteen years,
And my ole dad said, “Let’s give him death.”
Her killer then served ten of the fifteen,
And later was found quite short of breath.

…So, let’s go and kill all of the killers,
Once they get out of prisons and jails;
Just to let each and everyone know,
That all systems for victims have not failed.

…Yes, I’m a devout Victimlante,
Just like my father was before me,
And I will keep on killing killers,
For this is the way it ought to be.

…So, let’s go and kill all of the killers,
Once they get out of prisons and jails;
Just to let each and everyone know,
That all systems for victims have not failed,
That all systems for victims have not failed.

Justice for all Victims of Killers 8

Ah Yes Justice Will Be Coming

…Ah yes, justice will be coming,
Very soon, now, very soon,
Where all killers meet their maker,
Before noon, yeah, before noon.

…We were kneeling by a tombstone,
In a death-infested place,
We were thinking of a killer,
And of shooting that son of a bitch in the face.

…Yes, we vowed retribution,
And we vowed to make things right,
And we vowed to load our guns,
And to shoot that son of a bitch come daylight.

…We found him the next morning,
He was lying there in his bed,
He was bragging how he’d done it,
When we shot that son of a bitch in the head.

…Ah yes, justice will be coming,
Very soon, now, very soon, 9
Where all killers meet their maker,
Before noon, yeah, before noon.
…Before noon, yeah, way before noon.

Justice for All Victims of “Domestic
Violence”, “Domestic Violence” Really
Means Victims of Terroristic Threatening,
Assault, Attempted Murder and Murder

Don’t We Know

…She’ll be looking for some loving, don’t we know.
She’ll be looking some for loving, don’t we know.
She’ll be looking for some loving.
She’ll be looking some loving.
She’ll be looking for some loving, don’t we know.

…She’ll be meeting a dark stranger, don’t we know.
She’ll be meeting a dark stranger, don’t we know.
She’ll be meeting a dark stranger.
She’ll be meeting a dark stranger.
She’ll be meeting a dark stranger, don’t we know.

…She’ll be wedding that dumb bastard, don’t we know.
She’ll be wedding that dumb bastard, don’t we know. 10
She’ll be wedding that dumb bastard.
She’ll be wedding that dumb bastard,
She’ll be wedding that dumb bastard, don’t we know.

…She’ll be having her some babies, don’t we know.
She’ll be having her some babies, don’t we know.
She’ll be having her some babies.
She’ll be having her some babies.
She’ll be having her babies, don’t we know.

…She’ll be hearing lots of cursing, don’t we know.
She’ll be hearing lots of cursing, don’t we know.
She’ll be hearing lots of cursing.
She’ll be hearing lots of cursing.
She’ll be hearing lots of cursing, don’t we know.

…She’ll be getting lots of beatings, don’t we know.
She’ll be getting lots of beatings, don’t we know.
She’ll be getting lots of beatings.
She’ll be getting lots of beatings.
She’ll be getting lots of beatings, don’t we know.

…She’ll be filing a few warrants, don’t we know.
She’ll be filing a few warrants, don’t we know.
She’ll be filing a few warrants.
She’ll be filing a few warrants.
She’ll be filing a few warrants, don’t we know.

…She’ll be getting lots more beatings, don’t we know. 11
She’ll be getting lots more beatings, don’t we know.
She’ll be getting lots more beatings.
She’ll be getting lots more beatings.
She’ll be getting lots more beatings, don’t we know.

…She’ll be begging for some mercy, don’t we know.
She’ll be begging for some mercy, don’t we know.
She’ll be begging for some mercy.
She’ll be begging for some mercy.
She’ll be begging for some mercy, don’t we know.

…She’ll be getting one last beating, don’t we know.
She’ll be getting one last beating, don’t we know.
She’ll be getting one last beating.
She’ll be getting one last beating.
She’ll be getting one last beating, don’t we know.

…We’ll be hunting that dumb bastard, don’t we know.
We’ll be hunting that dumb bastard, don’t we know.
We’ll be hunting that dumb bastard.
We’ll be hunting that dumb bastard.
We’ll be hunting that dumb bastard, don’t we know.

…We’ll be finding that dumb bastard, don’t we know.
We’ll be finding that dumb bastard, don’t we know.
We’ll be finding that dumb bastard.
We’ll be finding that dumb bastard. 12
We’ll be hunting that dumb bastard, don’t we know.

…He’ll be getting what he deserves, don’t we know.
He’ll be getting what he deserves, don’t we know.
He’ll be getting what he deserves.
He’ll be getting what he deserves.
He’ll be getting what he deserves, don’t we know.

Justice for All Aborted Babies – Make
Abortion Not a Form of Birth Control

The Old Fetus Aborted Much Too Soon Blues

…And there his mom was with her pants on fire.
With Mother Nature a urging her on;
And, then, she just threw caution to the wind,
And began again this old sad, sad song.

…And soon his mom was in utter despair,
Not really knowing what she ought to do.
She knew she was about to have a child,
And no way did she want this to be true.

…The long of it is his time was cut short,
And apart from this there’s no other news.
The long of it is his time was cut short,
Once he got the old fetus aborted much too soon blues. 13

…And there his mom was about to decide,
Just what was going to become his fate;
And she decided to go on alone,
And leave him lying there near Heaven’s Gate.

...And now his mom lives out in Hollywood,
Where she tells her friends she has never sinned.
Perhaps we should go and visit with her,
And just throw caution to the wild west wind.

…The long of it is his time was cut short,
And apart from this there’s no other news.
The long of it is his time was cut short,
Once he got the old fetus aborted much too soon blues.

…The long of it is his time was cut short,
Once he got the old fetus aborted much too soon blues.

Justice for All Victims of Rapists

Castrationville

…In some great land there is a town,
Known as Castrationville,
And there many a ra**st has seen his old nuts,
Upon a window sill. 14

…No, they don’t want no ra**sts there,
Not even seen or heard;
And there they castrate each ra**st son of a bitch,
Like one might flush a turd.

…Castrationville is a nice town,
One victimlantes like.
For there they have one less thing they have to do,
That does involve a knife.

…Yes, Castrationville is a nice town,
One victimlantes like.
For there they have one less thing they have to do,
That does involve a knife.

…Yeah…

…In some great land there is a town,
Known as Castrationville,
And there many a ra**st has seen his cut nuts,
Upon a window sill.

Justice for All Victims of Pedophiles 15
Crocodilelia
…Oh let’s go and round up all the pedophiles,
All of the Chesters, Hesters, Koesters, and Festers,
And then visit with them for awhile,
Before we ship them to some deserted desert isle,
That is surrounded by some very hungry crocodiles.

…Yes, Chester is a molester,
And also he is a parish priest.
He thinks sticking his thang in little boys.
Does not hypothetically make him a beast.

…Yes, Hester is a molester,
And also she teaches at a school.
She thinks sharing her thang with little kids,
Is not specifically against the rules.

…Yes, Koester is a molester.
And also he is an old granddad.
He thinks making his thang a child’s play thing,
Is not fundamentally all that damn bad.

…Yes, Fester is a molester,
And also he is a predator. 16
He thinks using his thang to terrorize,
Is not necessarily uncalled-for.

…So let’s go and round up all the pedophiles,
All of the Chesters, Hesters, Koesters, and Festers,
And then visit with them for awhile,
Before we ship them to some deserted desert isle,
That is surrounded by some very hungry crocodiles.

…Let’s all ship them to some deserted desert isle,
That is surrounded by some very hungry crocodiles.

Justice for All Victims of Fascism

Old Uncle Sam Has a Barn
…Old Uncle Sam has a barn,
Me oh me oh my,
And in this barn he has some sheep,
Me oh me oh my,
With a lost sheep here and a lost sheep there,
Here a sheep, there a sheep,
Everywhere a lost sheep,
Old Uncle Sam has a barn,
Me oh me oh my. 17
(Who the hell knows why?
Victimlantes know why.)

…Old Uncle Sam has a barn,
Me oh me oh my,
And in this barn he has some mules,
Me oh me oh my,
With a pack mule here and a pack mule there,
Here a mule, there a mule,
Everywhere a pack mule,
Old Uncle Sam has a barn,
Me oh me oh my.
(Who the hell knows why?
All Victimlantes know why.)

…Old Uncle Sam has a barn,
Me oh me oh my,
And in this barn he has some goats,
Me oh me oh my,
With a old goat here and a old goat there,
Here a goat, there a goat,
Everywhere an old goat,
Old Uncle Sam has a barn,
Me oh me oh my.
(Who the hell know why?
All Victimlantes know why.)

…Old Uncle Sam has a barn, 18
Me oh me oh my,
And in this barn he has some cows,
Me oh me oh my,
With a cash cow here and a cash cow there,
Here a cow, there a cow,
Everywhere a cash cow,
Old Uncle Sam has a barn,
Me oh me oh my.
(Who the hell knows why?
All Victimlantes know why.)

…Old Uncle Sam has a barn,
Me oh me oh my,
And in this barn he has some hogs,
Me oh me oh my,
With a big hog here and a big hog there,
Here a hog, there a hog,
Everywhere a big hog,
Old Uncle Sam has a barn,
Me oh me oh my.
(Who the hell knows why?
All Victimlantes know why.)

…Me oh me oh my,
Me oh me oh my,
Who the hell knows why?
Victimlantes do,
As they live and as they die.

…They know fascism, 19
Is not a piece of cake.
It’s much like the Old Testament,
For God’s sake.

Fascists pray Jesus will never return.
Thus, they will someday,
All just burn, and burn, and burn.

Justice for All Victims of Fascism

The Greatest Good
…The greatest good for the greatest number,
For it victimlantes should not ever slumber.
For it victimlantes should stay wide awake,
And do for it whatever it takes.
…Ooga mooga meega moak,
Turn all big hogs into goats.
Every time we go and vote,
Ooga mooga meega moak.

…Ooga mooga meega moak,
Turn all fat hogs into goats. 20
Every time we go and vote,
Ooga mooga meega moak.

…Ooga mooga meega moak,
Turn all rich hogs into goats,
Every time we go and vote,
Ooga mooga meega moak.

…Ooga mooga meega moak,
Turn all fascists into goats,
ERvery time we go and vote,
Ooga mooga meega moak.

…The greatest good for the greatest number,
For it victimlantes should not ever slumber.
For it victimlantes should stay wide awake,
And do for it whatever it takes.
…Ooga mooga meega moak,
Turn all big hogs into goats.
Every time we go and vote,
Ooga mooga meega moak.

…Ooga mooga meega moak,
Turn all fat hogs into goats.
Every time we go and vote, 21
Ooga mooga meega moak.

…Ooga mooga meega moak,
Turn all rich hogs into goats,
Every time we go and vote,
Ooga mooga meega moak.

…Ooga mooga meega moak,
Turn all fascists into goats,
Every time we go and vote,
Ooga mooga meega moak.

…The greatest good for the greatest number,
For it victimlantes should not ever slumber.
For it victimlantes should stay wide awake,
And do for it whatever it takes.

…Ooga mooga meega moak,
Turn all fascists into goats.
Every time we go and vote,
Ooga mooga meega moak.

Yes, Justice for All Victims of Fascists

The Greatest Good 22
…The greatest good for the greatest number,
For it Victimlantes should not ever slumber.
For it Victimlantes should be wide, wide awake,
And do for it whatever it takes.

…Ooga mooga meega moak,
Turn all fascists into goats.
Every time we go and vote,
Ooga mooga mahga moak.

…For fascists are like head lice,
And should be decapitated,
And fascists are like bedbugs,
And should be eradicated,
And fascists are like termites,
And should be exterminated,
And fascists are like p**s ants,
And should be annihilated.

…Ooga mooga meega moak,
Turn all fascists into goats.
Every time we go and vote,
Ooga mooga mahga moak.

…For fascists are like church mice, 23
And should be eliminated,
And fascists are like roof rats,
And should be incinerated,
And fascists are like hedge hogs,
And should be assassinated,
And fascists are like polecats,
And should be liquidated.

…Ooga mooga meega moak,
Turn all fascists into goats,
Every time we go and vote.,
Ooga mooga mahga moak.

…The greatest good for the greatest number,
For it Victimlantes should not ever slumber.
For it Victimlantes should be wide, wide awake,
And do for it whatever it takes.

Justice for All Victims of All Kinds of Criminals,
Including Lawbreakers and Lawmakers

The Victimlante Way 24

…The victimilante way,
It ought to be the law,
For it ensures justice,
For all victims,
Who now don’t get much justice at all.

…The way involves a lot,
Of come what may,
And it involves a lot,
Of shades of gray,
And it involves a lot,
Of birds of prey,
And it involves a lot,
Of judgment days.
…All who steal,
Will find themselves,
At the tail end,
Of a great ordeal.

…All who maim,
Will find themselves,
At the tail end,
Of a big damn shame.

…All who r**e,
Will find themselves,
At the tail end, 25
Of a bad mistake.

…All who kill,
Will find themselves,
At the ass end,
Of a new landfill.

…The victimlante way,
It ought to be the law,
For it ensures justice,
For all victims,
Who now don’t get much justice at all.
…Yes…
…All who steal,
Will find themselves,
At the tail end,
Of a great ordeal.
…Yes…
…All who maim,
Will find themselves,
At the tail end,
Of a big damn shame.
…Yes…
…All who r**e,
Will find themselves,
At the tail end,
Of a bad mistake. 26
…Yes…
…All who kill,
Will find themselves,
At the ass end,
Of a new landfill.
…Yes…
…The victimlante way,
It ought to be the law,
For it ensures justice,
For all victims,
Who now don’t get much of it at all.

Justice for Victims of All Unfair Fascist Tax Practices

Let’s Go and State Some Facts to the Tax Man

…Let’s go and state some facts to the tax man,
And chop him down to size,
For he has gotten way too big for his britches,
In the midst of all of his bu****it and lies.

…Yeah, let’s go and state some facts to the tax man, 27
For he is one patronizing son of a bitch.
He takes one-third of our hard-earned cash,
And gives most of it to the god-almighty rich.

…Let’s go and state some facts to the tax man,
And chop him down to size,
For he has gotten way too big for his britches,
In the midst of all of his bu****it and lies.

…Yeah, let’s go and state some facts to the tax man,
For he is one circumcising pimp of a w***e.
He takes one-tenth of our sweat-stained stash,
And gives some of it to the god-forsaken poor.

…Let’s go and state some facts to the tax man,
And chop him down to size,
For he has gotten way too big for his britches,
In the midst of all of his bu****it and lies.

Justice for All Victims of Past Fascist Acts

Outhouses Ala F.D.R.

…Yeah, let’s go and build some outhouses, 28
For each and every white house dweller,
And do for them what they once did for us,
Back when our poverty was really, really quite stellar.

…Outhouses ala F.D.R.
That ole outhouses-building man,
Who once built a hell of a lot of outhouses,
For the stepchildren of his old uncle, Uncle Sam.

…Yeah, let’s go and build some outhouses,
For each and every office holder,
And do for them what they once did for us,
Back when our ignorance was really, really much bolder.

…Outhouses ala F.D.R.
That ole outhouses-building man,
Who once built a hell of a lot of outhouses,
For the stepchildren of his old uncle, Uncle Sam.

…Yeah, let’s go and build some outhouses,
For each and every fascist bastard,
And do for them what they once did for us,
Back when our apathy was a crap-eating disaster.

…Outhouses ala F.D.R. 29
That ole outhouses-building man,
Who once built a hell of a lot of outhouses,
For the stepchildren of his old uncle, Uncle Sam.

Justice for All Victims of Fascist
Educational Systems That Feature Few
Facts of Life Information for Students

Ignor Ance

…Yes, he knew a little,
About poppy plants.
And a little of what grows wild,
Inside of a young girl’s pants.

…Yes, he knew a little,
About crystal m**h,
And a little about how to make a woman,
Want to take off her dress.

…Yes he knew a little, 30
About his late dad’s Quaaludes,
And a little about what to do,
With ladies spread-eagled in the n**e,

…Yes, he knew a little,
About Fentanyl,
But, needless to say,
He didn’t know very much at all.

…We buried him this morning,
Filled full of formaldehyde,
He was but twenty-two,
So, of course, we weren’t satisfied.

…We wrote on his tombstone:
Ignor Ance
Born 18,000 B.C.
The date of his death,
We left blank.

Yes, he knew a lot of algebra and trig,
We all remarked about his death;
But he didn’t know what he needed to know,
Thus, he flunked his final test.

His education was a kind of fornication,
And it f**ked him in the end.
His head was filled full of useless guff,
Fir him we all just said, “Amen”. 31

Justice for All Victims Who Have
Been Taught in Their Schools How Great and Wonderful Their Fascist Leaders
Have Been Throughout Their Country’s
History

Those Old Rich White Male Fascist Americans

…Yeah, God knows they always do their thing,
Those old rich white male fascist Americans,
Like they once slew a bunch of Red Ones,
To become the rulers of this god-forsaken land.

…They didn’t give women the right to vote,
Until way back there in ’21;
And they didn’t give no Black Ones much,
Until they all decided to march on Washington.

…They’ve gone to many a foreign land,
In the disguise of doing good;
But terrorism and many war crimes,
Soon became their only livelihood.

…On Sundays they all do go to church, 32
And brag how they were once reborn,
And swear they’re bound for heaven,
When that ole Gabriel does blow on his Golden Horn.

…Their pastors they come for Sunday lunch,
They eat and say a lot of prayers;
But they don’t give a s**t about nothing,
Not even the crap that exists in a pauper’s underwear.

…In their mills they hire a million men,
But they don’t pay them no living wage.
They try to work them all so hard,
That they will die of exhaustion at an early age.

…They all serve on the school boards,
Although they don’t know a damn thing.
Still, they are proud to do their part,
To make every child some kind of a ding-a-ling.

…Many of them are public servants,
And they do as much as we can,
To steal from taxpayers, widows and orphans,
And prove to one and all that they don’t give one darn damn.

…In history books they all brag, and brag and brag, 33
About how great they have been to everyone;
And they love to program every girl and boy,
To believe that they are truly all one of God’s sons.

…Their goal is to keep everyone ignorant,
So that they can have the money, power and glory;
Meanwhile, the middle and low lower classes,
Will just be living another page of an old, old story.

…It will take a lot of thought and actions,
By many a dedicated Victimlante,
To bring all of this victimizing to an end,
And close up fascist mansions by those in slums and shanties.

…Yes, it will take a miracle,
To turn all of this upside down,
Som**hing like Jesus Christ returning,
And bringing The New Testament into each
And every country, rural area, city, and town.

Justice for All Victims of Fascist
Lawmakers Who don’t Give a Damn
about the Homeless, the Jobless, 34
The Helpless, and the Hopeless

Elegy Written in a Potter’s Field

…Yes, here we are, again, in Potter’s Field,
Where we do stand, all alone,
Where it seems like only we can see,
What’s written on far too many tomb stones:
“Here lies one more, another wretched one,
One who was never enabled to do one damn thing,
Except eat, drink, p**s, s**t, smoke, and screw,
And take long naps on a filthy box spring.”

***

…Yeah, lord, we hate to be the ones to say it,
But we know somewhere someone will understand.
When we say, “Someone’s gone and made far too many babies,
Into som**hing much less than a woman or a man.”

…For once, God, He did say to Moses,
“Have them work six and then rest one”;
But someone’s made some seven-day zombies,
And has been content to create some bums.
…Their minds have been made the size of a pea, 35
And their bellies as big as a Pepsi truck;
And the look that they’ve got on their faces,
Would scare the crap out of ole Friar Tuck.

…Yeah, they all got up at half-past noon,
And ate and drank ‘til after the last late show;
And often as they could they found some pills,
And got as silly as ole Larry, Curly, and Moe.

…We called up our local congressman,
And asked him, “What in the hell’s been going on”;
He said, “No one’s ever given a damn,
No one’s thought there’s really anything wrong.”

…We wish we could say a bad idea is a good one.
We wish we could say a lie is better than the truth.
We wish we could say some comatose people,
Are as good as one fine egg-laying goose.

…In the Bible Jesus speaks of the Hungred,
And the value of feeding every one;
But he also talks at length about Talents,
And the good of all getting som**hing done.
…Yeah, lord, we hate to be the ones to say it, 36
But w know somewhere someone will understand.
When we say, “Someone’s gone and made far too many babies,
Into som**hing much less than a woman or a man.”

***

…Yes, here we are, again, in Potter’s Field,
Where we do stand, all alone,
Where it seems like only we can see,
What’s written on far too many tomb stones:
“Here lies one more, another wretched one,
One who was never enabled to do one damn thing,
Except eat, drink, p**s, s**t, smoke, and screw,
And take long naps on a filthy box spring.”
Justice for All At-risk Persons of
Predators in Their Homes or Elsewhere,
Justice Which Includes Protection

Who R***d the Wheelchair Maiden

Oh! Who r**ed the wheelchair maiden?
It was a question for a time,
Until the boy started prowling, 37
And beginning to commit crimes.

…Yeah, Jen’s dad he was a mongrel,
From down in southeast Kentucky.
Her mother was a mongoloid,
In all ways always unlucky.
Jen was born in a three-room house,
Near a place named Alliquippa.
She was born with som**hing dreadful,
Some doc called spina bifida.

…So, instead of turning over,
She just laid around in a pile.
Instead of starting to crawl,
She just laid there trying to smile.
Instead of beginning to walk,
She was fitted for a wheelchair.
Instead of running to and fro,
She had to be wheeled everywhere.

Oh! Who r**ed the wheelchair maiden?
It was a question for a time,
Until the boy started prowling, 38
And beginning to commit crimes.

…Soon, Jen grew into a maiden,
With the mongrel sniffing around;
And, of course, he was excited,
By what had grown beneath her gown.
The day of reckoning it came,
When her mother was far away.
Her innocence he took from her,
Like a wild beast does with its prey.

And, then, when Jen told her mother,
About what had happened to her,
Her mom told her rather coldly,
“There are some things we must endure.”
Then, Jen endured it in silence,
‘Til another reckoning came.
Her secret could not be hidden,
From them concerned with shame and blame.

Oh! Who r**ed the wheelchair maiden?
It was a question for a time,
Until the boy started prowling, 39
And beginning to commit crimes.

…Yes, it was true Jen was with child,
And its father was her old dad,
‘Though the town’s folks were whispering,
About many a different lad.
When she was asked to name the dad,
On the morning her son was born,
She told them to ask her father,
But he had gone back to Elkhorn.

…Then Jen and her mother endured,
And stayed around to face the truth:
To watch the little baby boy,
Grow into an unruly youth.
He got to doing the same things,
That his dad and granddad had done,
‘Til Jen’s mom died of exhaustion,
And Jen became sick of her son.

Oh, who r**ed the wheelchair maiden?
It was a question for a time,
Until the boy started prowling,
And beginning to commit crimes. 40

Justice for All Victims of Unfair, Unjust,
And Terrible Acts by Law Enforcement
Of Fascist Lawmakers
Fare Thee Well, Breonna
…Fare thee well, Breonna,
And go to hell, Breonna,
Is what the killer cops said,
Fare thee well, Breonna,
And go to hell, Breonna,
As they all shot her dead, dead, dead.

…Meanwhile…

…The PRESIDENT was coloring his hair,
And trying on corseted underwear…
…The JUSTICES from high on their perch,
Were mandating prayer back into the church…
…The CONGRESSMEN were down on the floor,
With Graft and Greed, their favorite w***es…
…The GENERALS were at the Pentagon,
Still trying to justify Viet Nam…

…Fare thee well, Breonna, 41
And go to hell, Breonna,
Is what the killer cops said,
Fare thee well, Breonna,
And go to hell, Breonna,
As they all shot her dead, dead, dead.

…Meanwhile…

…The PRESS was covering for TV,
A five-legged goat that couldn’t pee…
…The PHILOSOPHERS were debating is,
Whether is is or is all showbiz…
…The PAINTERS they were auctioning off,
A portrait of Picasso’s Last Cough…
…The POETS were strumming on guitars,
And writing songs for morons, like Ringo Starr…

…Fare thee well, Breonna,
And go to hell, Breonna,
Is what the killer cops said,
Fare thee well, Breonna,
And go to hell, Breonna,
As they all shot her dead, dead, dead.

…Meanwhile…

…The PROFESSORS were scratching on boards, 42
The toilet habits of the Mongol hordes…
The DOCTORS were busy cutting out,
Cancers their BMWs had brought about…
The LAWYERS were approaching the bench,
To prove justice is blind and makes no sense…
The PREACHERS were in their new silk suits,
Spreading the gospel of piling up loot…

…Fare thee well, Breonna,
And go to hell, Breonna,
Is what the killer cops said,
Fare thee well, Breonna,
And go to hell, Breonna,
As they all shot her dead, dead, dead.

…Before…

…The Judge signed a warrant for Cops to serve,
So that all would get what they all deserved.

…The Cops chose not to wait until daylight,
And shot Breonna in the dark of night…

…A few were arrested for being so damn dumb,
But not one was killed for what they had done. 43

…Fare thee well, Breonna,
And go to hell, Breonna,
Is what the Killer Cops said,
Fare thee well, Breonna,
And go to hell, Breonna,
As they all shot her dead, dead, dead.

…Meanwhile…

…And, thus, it was all left up to US,
But we were all on a city bus.
Our heads were way up each other’s ass
Looking for love but discovering gas.

…Thus, fare thee well, Breonna,
And all other slaughtered lambs;
For it is far too much to expect,
Any one of us to give a damn.

…Fare thee well, Breonna,
And go to hell, Breonna,
Is what the killer cops said,
Fare thee well, Breonna,
And go to hell, Breonna, 44
As they all shot her dead, dead, dead.

…And…
…Fare thee well, all Killer Cops,
And go to hell, all Killer Cops,
Is what we ought to all say.
Yes, fare thee well, all Killer Cops,
And go to hell, all Killer Cops,
But we won’t wait ‘til Judgment Day.

No, we won’t wait ‘til Judgment Day!

Justice for All Victims of War Crimes
Devised by Fascist Government
Officials for Really No Justifiable Reasons
Against Its Own Young Boys and Girls

The Body Bags – The Body Bags Revolution
…The body bags – the body bags,
Who should fill the body bags?
Should it be the war-mongering punk leaders,
Or millions of Pauls and Peters,
Young and innocent Pauls and Peters,
Who are sent to some god-only-knows where,
To shoot or be shot, 45 For som**hing, Of which they are totally unaware.

…The body bags – the body bags,
Who should fill the body bags?
The war-mongering punk leaders?
The young and innocent Pauls and Peters?

…We say it should it should be the war-mongering
punk leaders,
That should fill the body bags,
And be treated like fools treat hags and f**s,
And be buried in boxes, Filled with some smelly old bloody rags,
Far from anywhere and everywhere,
And from anything that resembles one of their f**king flags.

…The body bags – the body bags,
Who should fill the body bags?

…Should it be the glory-seeking presidents,
Or millions of peons and peasants,
Poor and ignorant peons and peasants,
Who are sent out to some god-forsaken place,
To kill or be killed, For som**hing,
Like revenge, riches, religion, or race?

…The body bags – the body bags, 46
Who should fill the body bags?
The glory-seeking presidents?
The poor and ignorant peons and peasants?

…We say it should it should be the glory-seeking
presidents,
That should fill the body bags,
And be treated like fools treat hags and f**s,
And be buried in boxes, Filled with some smelly old bloody rags,
Far from anywhere and everywhere,
And from anything that resembles one of their f**king flags.

…The body bags – the body bags,
Who should fill the body bags?

…Should it be the power-hungry dictators,
Or millions of slaves and w***es,
Dumb and oppressed slaves and w***es,
Who are sent to some south or north pole,
To murder or be murdered,
For som**hing,
Like a lot more humans to be controlled.


…The body bags – the body bags,
Who should fill the body bags?
The power-hungry dictators?
The dumb and oppressed slaves and w***es? 47

…We say it should it should be the power-hungry
dictators,
That should fill the body bags,
And be treated like fools treat hags and f**s,
And be buried in boxes, Filled with some smelly old bloody rags,
Far from anywhere and everywhere,
And from anything that resembles one of their f**king flags.

..So, let’s go get some bags,
Some shovels,
Some boxes, And some smelly old bloody rags.
Let’s begin and never end The Body Bags Revolution!

Justice for All Victims of Fascist
Lawmakers Who Deny Victims Fair
and Just Health Care and Use Most
of the Money Hard Working Americans
Have Paid in for Social Security Benefits
For Their Own and Their Buddies’ Self Use

Medi-Uncare or Medicare

…If you wish to know a little about Medi-Uncare, 48
(Which you should),
Then go and take a good sniff,
Of your grandma’s old p***c hair.

…If you wish to know more about Medi-Uncare,
(Which you should,)
Then go and take a good sniff,
Of your old grandpa’s derriere.

…If you wish to know more about Medi-Uncare,
(Which you should),
Then go and take a good sniff,
Of the butts of every darn and damned senator.

…If you wish to know more about Medi-Uncare,
(Which you should),
Then go and take a good sniff,
Of each big bu****le down on what is called the House Floor,.

…For Medicare stinks,
To high heaven,
And smells,
Like the fiery pits,
Of hell.

…You work forty, 49
Or fifty years,
To get it,
And it stinks and
Smells much like,
The farts that come,
From millions and millions and millions,
Of drunked-up beers.

…But the butts and bu****les of the lawmakers,
No, they don’t smell of stink at all;
For they have found ways to circumvent all,
That workers should get for their own beck and call.

…Can we do anything about it?
For it ain’t no joke?
Yes, we certainly can,
When we go and vote.

…But it takes a lot of smelling of butts,
To make certain we choose the right ones,
The ones who want to make everything fair,
And change Medi-Uncare to just Medicare.

…And we will find that everything else stinks,
In everything else for all non-fascist others,
And that goes for each and every one,
Of non-fascist mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers. 50

..And we will find the same thing,
In regard to babies and all kids,
For they will be filled with propaganda,
In exactly the same way we once got did.

…For it takes a lot of programming,
To keep the status quo the status quo,
And ignorance mixed with mythology, Is the way they know they got to make it go.

…For we are all a part of a cult,
With the fascists way up on top,
And we all are part of the middle or bottom,
And we, the victimlantes, are the only ones,
That can begin to bring all this victimization
To a stop.



Epilogue 51

There Ain’t No Life

…There ain’t no life,
At age 18 to 101,
Unless one’s a victimlante,
Out on the run,
With some very serious sons of guns,
All seeking revenge for all victims,
Of killers, ra**sts, pedophiles, robbers,
and fascists,
For everything from murder,
To fascists short-changing everyone,
Except themselves,
A little for the many,
A lot for themy selves.