Tomorrows Mass Murderer

March 6th, 2018

Tomorrow’s Mass Murderer

Jimmys got a bb gun
killed a little bird
Dad was proud it cried out loud
Worst thing ever heard

Son turned 4 Dad took him hunting
Shotgun heavy, the boy was grunting
Then he took dad’s gun to school
People died ’cause dad’s a fool

Neighbors tried to have a ban
someone could have stopped that man
Got used to killing and when he turned 16
Bought his first AR-15

People ranted people raved
20 victims to their graves
Newsdesk milked it to the bone
Not one mention of a Predator Drone

Hashtag ban the rifles now
Thats when something went ka-pow!
Here comes worldwide mass leukemia
Trace it back to Fukushima

Ban the guns ignore the drones
War games played on video phones
Angry kid no dad and hates mom
Safe and sound thanks to the H-bomb

Hope you liked our little story
Sorry if it got too gory
Guns and bombs and nukes all kill
Wielded by the mentally ill

Grab your joystick fly a drone
From a lazy boy recliner in El Cajon
No one banned them they’re comin’ in hot
Tomorrows mass murderer, the killer robot


Mass Murder

America’s Racist National Anthem

February 21st, 2018

Dear Fergie,

Thank you for your beautiful and sexy rendition of America’s National Anthem, the Star-Spangled Banner’ at the recent 2018 NBA All-Star Game. As artist’s, we have a responsibility to be creative, and yours was the best I’ve heard since Jimmi Hendrix at Woodstock.

To the haters:

You owe Fergie a debt of gratitude for omitting the racist third verse. Let’s get rid of the SSB and get an anthem that doesn’t threaten our workers and minorities.

Your friend and fan,

joey racano

In case you are unawares:

“No refuge could save
the hireling or slave
from the terror of flight
or the gloom of the grave”
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Arm the Students

February 20th, 2018

Students Take it Lying Down

Arm the Students

The leaders work for the breeders
The army works for the smarmy
The Navy ain’t gonna save me
The National Guard will come down hard

Kids look up your world is dying
Time to fight and stop the crying
You’re so caught up in getting laid
You’re not aware you’re being played

The Air Force is a force for chemtrails
Mass graves swallow conservationists entrails
Absent is a gentile discourse
To stand and fight your only recourse

Forests leveled Constitution beveled
Bill of Rights once great disheveled
Politics is no solution when you’re drowning in pollution
Learn what revolution means:demand your own AR-15’s


Halt Who Goes There

February 15th, 2018

If Guns are Outlawed only Cops will have Guns

Halt Who Goes There

Halt who goes there, friend or troll
We’re here to enforce our gun control
Only we on the far far right
Possess the wisdom to wield such might

GQ and Time are the only magazines
Citizens should own and you know what that means
It means you’re a target it means you’re a slave
One bad cops decision from being sent to your grave

When people have guns they turn into commies
While people without just turn in their mommies
And that’s how we like it with us in control
Jaywalking might get you tossed in a hole

Seventeen dead by a madman alone
But we killed 100 last week with one drone
The rulers would rule us exploiting our fears
Don’t believe those crying crocodile tears

joey racano

Left in the Dust by Elon Musk (message to ET)

February 7th, 2018

The Odd (but true) Story of when Space X met Alien Blueship

by joey racano


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“Captain we’re getting a transmission”

“Very well, engage the translation dilectitrodes and put it on the monitors main screen”

“Aye Captain.”

1gsjs864t2csjk winwencn (bzzzt) j bikwhjebecubveqcthen we can (frrritzz) have a conversation, over” We repeat, come in Earthlings, we are very interested in the red car you sent out yesterday, over.”

“Alien Blueship, this is Captain Corbett of the Space X Heavy Rocket, reading you loud and clear. We hope you understand the vehicle does 0-60 in 1.9 Earthseconds, over.”

“Captain Corbet, this is Z-Rell, Supreme Commander of Alien Blueship, we are very concerned about the changing chemical makeup of your planet’s atmosphere, over.”

“Yes Z-Rell we are pumping the ocean and atmosphere full of CO2, but these electric cars are a first big step toward righting our sinking ship. This was the only way we could overcome the censorship of the oil companies and get the word out to you.”

“Well done Captain, and our regards to Elon Musk, Blueship over and out!”

Alien Blueship

‘Alien Blueship
Please check out our new ship
Ain’t she somethin’ purty
Electric engine clean not dirty

Alien Spaceship
Moving at a fast clip
Our planet’s the Titanic
Note the sign: ‘Don’t Panic!’

Enter Elon’s people
Waking up the sheeple
Things a little hectic
Changing oil to electric

We believe that you know
We have a closing window
The President don’t think so
We had to do it solo



ET: help!

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State of the Union Jan. 2018

January 28th, 2018

State of the Union by Joey Racano

January 28th, 2018

“Ahem (clears throat, waves down enthusiastic applause)… ahem, thank you very much.”

“Fellow Americans, I come before you today, on the cusp of the unknown and eve of great calamity; and of course, many of you understand the California 405 Freeway is about to undergo a 1.9 billion dollar widening project, so it’s going to be one heck of a summer. With a runaway administration now steering America toward an uncertain future, there is also much reason to hope. A once placid citizenry now marches unchecked through the streets of every American city, demanding equality and opportunity with designs on creating a blue tsunami in the upcoming midterm elections.

Hopefully, this tsunami will wash the oil money out of the election process. By now it is common knowledge that the continued use of fossil fuel (including unnatural gas) is already manifesting itself in persistent drought, flood, and record setting temperatures throughout the globe with even more serious ramifications for the future. Personally, I still recommend voting Green Party, unless the democrats can somehow show that what happened to Bernie Sanders last primary can never happen again. Remember, Bush was never prosecuted for torture and lying about WMD’s in Iraq, Cheney was never prosecuted for his treasonous outing of CIA agent Valerie Plame to right wing columnist the late Robert Novak, Obama was never prosecuted for the Deep Water Horizon oil spill, and so far Trump has yet to be prosecuted for turning the steering wheel over to Russia. And as the near future always tends to resemble the recent past, I am not holding my breath, even if I am choking on methane.

How did it all get to this point and what can be done to change course and veer our wayward ship toward sanity? Well, I was sitting in my (electric) car this morning looking out the panoramic moonroof as my dogs played on the soccer field and I watched the contrails from two high-flying jets. One being a bit lower than the other, I at first thought they might crash, but they passed as ships in the Sunday sky. One had those four huge engines which signaled to me they were criss-crossing the airspace above carrying weapons of war in a never relenting quest for security. And it occurred to me; “how did it come to this? Why do we let nameless men in dark corners of government fly their planes around carrying H-bombs for our security using our money?” And, “shouldn’t that money actually go toward helping people?” I got home and turned on the telly only to watch a morbid commercial asking for money to save children dying in a nation our president has recently labelled a ‘shithole country.’

And I had a brainstorm! We could save many more children if we simply made a decision to stop bombing them or using drone strikes on their homes, families and wedding parties!

Finally, as the day drew to a close, I searched for a new release movie on cable, but was unsuccessful. Where were all the new movies? It seems the marchers in the streets are sending randy producers to the guillotine while ignoring the ocean and atmosphere. After all, fish don’t make political donations to a blue wave. Meanwhile Mother Nature begins to rise, clearing her own throat via drought, fire, mudslide, earthquake and volcano. Stand by, North Korean missiles are inbound.

(45 minutes later) …Belay my last, no missiles coming. Please remove your children from beneath the manhole covers.

God Bless America.

About the author: Joey Racano is a member of the United States Green Party and a former California Democratic Party State Central Committee Delegate, and a life-long ocean activist.,

‘RAC the vote’

Blame it on the Rain

January 10th, 2018

Blame it on the Rain

Montecito Mudslide
Blame it on the rain
No responsibility
For creating our own pain

Burning fossil fuel
Seeking out s’more
Drill it spill it fill it kill it
Now it’s at your door

Weather patterns changing
Snow in the Sahari
Got no use for solar sun
It won’t drive my Ferrari

Montecito Mudslide
Oil Tanker deluge
Fill the rescue trucks with gas
And open up the refuge

joey racano

Witches and Saints

December 15th, 2017

Witches and Saints

-by joey racano

‘Stand with your back to the Roasting Root
Jailer lights the fire with a tall jack boot
Never get a chance to speak your side of it is moot
Prepare to meet your fate at the Roasting Root’

As another one bites the dust, and with others being added to the list of the accused by the hour, one cannot help but marvel at the ability of society to break down as rapidly as embers from a Salem fire.

It is obvious that the current climate of social fear being wrought across 2017 America is at a level not seen since 1939 Germany and has de-evolved into nothing more than a witch hunt. For instance, how many saints can you name? Saint Francis, my favorite. Saint Joseph, like the aspirin for children, Sant Bonaventure, I think that’s a school or an amusement park… But really if you can name them on one hand you may be a saint yourself.

But now how many are not saints? All the rest of us, I would say! We are, by the millions, wickedly dirty little creatures with many-a-skeleton in our closets. And don’t tell me you didn’t. You know what you did. Lying is only lying to yourself, because we don’t really care- we’ll likely get to you eventually, anyway.

So here we are, attacking, accusing, ruining lives and careers (and don’t misunderstand me, some of these bastards deserve it), but what is really happening here is a breakdown of society, a horrible and unhealthy climate of fear of being the next to have our shirt stripped from our back, revealing ‘the mark’ that will send us to the burning stake.

And it is all disproportionately affecting the left end of the political spectrum, with all of us winding up the losers. And then there’s the role of money. A comedian whips it out in front of a couple of colleagues and flogs the mule, and heads to the gallows, while another, wealthier comedian known to be a serial rapist, drugged and molested untold numbers of women over the course of a career only to return them home, soiled, to their families -along with money for a car or college- and still he walks free, due to huge money and influence.

But one thing is to be sure, with the escalating witch hunt now racing across the social fabric of America, soon, the only ones not in jail will be the jailers. It is easily enough done; government just keeps on collecting all manor of information, every thing about every one. All to be used one day when the process of social data mining finally stops at the station of our own little town, then to be pored over until the jailers find something, anything, they can use. And then you are denounced, more people come forward, and you are tarred, feathered, tied to the roasting root and burned. And on to the next.

She’s a Witch!

2032-Good Luck to the Crew

March 6th, 2017


2032: Good Luck to the Crew

In the year of our lord twenty thirty
Elections have gotten down and dirty
But the people have risen and chosen wisely
Which is why we’re attacked, in fact, precisely

Tulsi Gabbard and VP Jill Stein
After 8 years of Trump it was water to wine
They started to bring the USA back to sanity
Every step of the way sabatogued by Sean Hannity

The waters ran red, the sky she ran brown
No bee pollination no grass on the ground
No herds on the plains, no super-speed trains
Trump and his inbreds took all of our gains

The Democrats were too soft, the Republicans too hard
They had little substance, their policies lard
The women took over they pulled it off well
It didn’t take long ’till we climbed back from hell

Now though another election was looming
War drums within our own country were booming
Jets had gone rogue, overhead they were zooming
And out of the shadows came orcs they’d been grooming

Here came the brotherhood to challenge the motherhood
Swat teams from bad dreams oppressing the neighborhood

Militarization brought on Polarization with nary a free speech zone left in our nation

The firemen, fishermen, foundrymen, soldiermen
Hated the hippies and all they were better then

Surrounded the whitehouse with no need for speakers
And only one mission- to wipe out the leakers

The place was on fire, the moment was dire
The whitehouse turned into a funeral pyre

We landed a chopper sent by the resistance
Got Tulsi and Jill buckled in by insistance

We flew them away to the cave of John Connor
Seconds before they would both be a goner

And now it’s election day twenty thirty Two
There’s no more that Tulsi and Jill Stein can do

With term limits here It’s been left up to you
The place is surrounded- good luck to the crew!

joey racano

Hadron, episode two, dallying in space

March 6th, 2017

Heart of the Hadron episode two

Dallying in Space

When last we saw our hero he was zooming through space
Light speed travel took a toll on his face
But interstellar travel has it’s secrets, too
Cosmological cosmetics can take years off you

The journey got unbalanced when the janitor twisted
At light speed he was growing old before he existed
He had to make a move and had to do it right now
So he grabbed the mop bucket and it shifted -pow!

Next thing that he knew the stars were slowing down
Groggy as he felt he feared that he might drown
Outer space is not the place to take things lightly
So when he met an alien he spoke politely

“Hello, I’m from Earth and I’m a ways from home”
The alien replied but in a musical tone
The janitor was sure he recognized the song
And he was pretty sure that copyrights don’t last this long

Besides the alien was talking in slow motion
And juxtaposed with space the thing made quite a commotion
The alien just pointed three hands down the road
And the janitor took off again without his load

Far out up ahead he saw an onrushing mop
Grabbed it as he passed it and it made him stop
He threw it in the bucket and he said ‘ok’
Straddling the Hadron cross the Milky Way

Something made him look behind from where he’d come
There he saw a scientist who rode steel drum
Propelling it through space by playing musical raggae
His dredlocks waved around and he was smoking a ‘J’

The two of them maneuvered nearly side by side
Sizzling at the speed magnetic Hadrons collide
“Come back mon’ said the scientist as he took a puff
That shit is so expensive mon, you’ve got our stuff!’

The janitor looked over at a moon they had passed
And signaled he would land and they could talk at last
‘Ya mon’ said the scientist steel drummed and dredded
Then he turned around and saw where they were headed

The two became as one, their crafts weighed a ton and they realized they had landed on the Planet Fun!

There were dancing children, singing birds, colorful flowers that sprouted words

There were dinosaur vines, Lodge-pole Pines and gold and silver without any mines

They found themselves surrounded by a people quite well rounded, who said the voices in their heads had kept them all well grounded

After much good merriment, they ended the experiment and scientist and janitor climbed back aboard and there they went

Speeding through the vacuum of an interstellar highway

Headed for adventure searching planet, moon and Skyway

Perhaps the two would someday take these teachings back to home…

The Scientist would present this to the Hadron-streaking Gnome

joey racano