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

yikes

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

Heart of the Hadron episode one

March 4th, 2017

episode one

Heart of the Hadron episode one

‘Twas the Heart of the Hadron 2017
The janitor was cleaning beneath the machine
He couldn’t help notice every time he looked up
The odd cobalt colors of this massive pup

The hour was late, no one else was around
That’s when he heard that queer far-away sound
It sounded like buzzing inside of his neck
He dealt with a chill and then thought what the heck

Gargantuan though this Collider might be
The subterranean hole could fit three
The janitor felt sure that no one would care
If he placed a nylon rope hammok down there

And many a night when the mopping was through
The janitor dreamed of the things he would do
By climbing atop the great cobalt machine
He visited places not previously seen

Anyway, this one particular night
The monolith hummed and glowed curious light
The janitor finally climbed up to the top
And sat where the reddish light came to a stop

He thought he could feel imperceptible movement
His balance was poor so he clung for improvement
And that’s when the ‘lectric red humming began
A bright light from somewhere beam gave him a scan

He sat on the top, let go of his mop and looked at the floor to see where it would drop

Bells started ringing, phone channels singing and things like big springs did their thing, started springing

He clutched the machine for all he was worth
Somehow innately knew this was rebirth
He stretched out his arms and he clung to its girth
A bright shiny surface reflected his mirth

Doors all flung open and people poured in
Scientists didn’t know where to begin
The janitors ride took them all by surprise
Evidenced in all their wild wide eyes

Rotations accelerated by the minute
A gaseous mist was his cloak- he was in it
Cobalt then red then to blue and maroon
In two seconds flat he went right past the Moon

Where on the dark side he could see all the bases
And all the surprised looks on all the faces
Cities and building and big quansett huts
Built for what purpose known only to nuts

Then off to Mars where a lovely red planet
Brought to his mind his first girlfriend named Janet
Oh but if she could just see me right now
Janitor no, she’d be like, “Holy cow!”

And off to one planetoid after another
Saying goodbye to his Earth and his mother
One last look back and then boldly go on
Perhaps where the Comets and angels had gone

While back in the hole where it all used to be
Authorities asked “Tell us, what did you see?”
But the scientists were all so caught up in the numbers
You could have got better info from cucumbers

That’s when they noticed beyond all belief
The mop, like a horse stood there ready to leave
Glowing and bucking and ready to bolt
But who had the courage to ride on this colt?

Back out in space, the janitor zoomed
Out past where Horsehead the nebula plumed
The vibrating Hadron had put him to sleep
He now was the cosmos forever to keep

joey racano

From the Desk of Joey Racano ESM Editor

January 27th, 2017

From the desk of Joey Racano

(In a hurry? Scroll to link at bottom!)

In 2003, the global marches against George W Bush and his administrations headlong rush into the American genocide in Iraq was largely ignored by the US media. This was in spite of the fact that these marches were larger than the recent so-called ‘womens march’ when population is taken into account. Even now, Bush’s program of kidnapping torture and unilateral invasions of sovereign nations is having trouble finding its way through the courts.

The problem is that unless and until the Bush/Cheney cabal is ever held responsible for their war crimes, America, and the world -but especially America- will continue its downward spiral into fascist oblivion. Interestingly, according to international laws, when the people of a nation fail to bring their war criminal leaders to justice, the entire population is deemed war criminals, wholly complicit. In a worst case scenario, that is now the case in America. The only further depth to which the United States could descend would be to see itself the subject of a fury, as was the bombing of Dresden.

joey’s note: I once spoke at length with a bomber pilot who bombed Dresden, telling me his great shame because “They told us to aim for the steeples.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bombing_of_Dresden

Former President Obama, who was too tepid to go after Bush, told us “We should look forward, not back.” But that was a huge mistake, and we are still in Iraq to this very day.

In much the same way, American voters can never allow the Democrats, under Hillary Clinton, to get away with the election tampering they, led by the Democratic National Committee, perpetrated against the devoted supporters of Bernie Sanders.

Many rank and file Hillary supporters now call for unity among the left, but where was that sentiment when it counted most- when it could have kept a Donald Trump presidency where it belonged- in the netherworld realm of dark nightmares?

With the world now facing climate oblivion, the American people should not be too quick to see Donald Trump and his Exxon-Mobil State Department as the problem, when they are but the symptom. The problem is the DNC, the Clintons, and their lunatic centrist Blue Dog Democrats who stole the primary from Bernie Sanders and handed the American people a breakdown in place of a breakthrough.

Joey Racano
United States Green Party
Former State Central Committee Delegate, CDP

Election 2016 Update III

Inauguration Alternative 2017

January 20th, 2017

‘RAC the vote’

‘In a world of deregulation
a long line of losers, especially our nation
Perhaps when seas rise 20 more feet
Both democrats and republicans will go down to defeat’

Dear friends, Romans, Activists and Americans,

It is with great hope in one hand and nylon rope in the other that I come before you this January morning. With my heart on my sleeve, Sandra on my arm and a pounding in my temples and chest, I lay at your feet but a simple request. If the last 36 months have seen the planet host a one half degree rise in temperature and yet the focus of our conversation be whether or not we allow Exxon full run of the U.S. State Department, may I submit I would rather have a bottle in front of me than such a frontal lobotomy.

Perhaps like me, you are finding it hard to wrap your mind around the prospect of an outgoing president who has been at war every single day of two presidential terms, at the same time welcoming in an even more warlike president. These are the great questions, no one can answer and none should ever have had to ask. I am no angel. During my days on Earth, I have been guilty of grabbing a pussy or two. But never without permission, for fear of jail and or a black eye. But I wasn’t an actual billionairre at the time. So who am I to judge?

Unlike many other Americans, I see the ‘wall’ for what it is, a wall to keep Americans in place even as they live under more and more squalid conditions, rather than some safety membrane erected on our behalf. It is already common knowledge that Americans are the new Mexicans, in as much as Canada doesn’t want us because they know we are willing to work for lower pay than their own workers. I got a letter in the snail mail a few days back asking if I would be willing to sign on to an investigation of Hillary Clinton for indiscretions various and sundry. I was so angry at what she and the DNC did to Bernie Sanders supporters in the primary that I almost signed, but then I realized we as a nation will never get anywhere until we prosecute Bush and Cheney for their many treasonous crimes, including revealing the name of a CIA agent to the media in order to divert attention from their own lies about Iraq and WMD’s.

So I didn’t sign. But I did reel under a resurgence of memories of another awful time in US history, when a million people were on the verge of death, and many otherwise literate and functioning Americans seemed to be caught up in the same mob mentality as black tipped reef sharks turning on their schoolmates in a feeding frenzy.

As we all await tomorrows new beginning, when the Endangered Species Act becomes more endangered than the endangered species it was written to protect, when the courts become stacked with far right appointments, some for life, I can only close my red eyes and picture myself climbing, hand in hand and arm in arm with the late Dr. Martin Luther King and imagining us together scaling Mount Kilimanjaro and finding, against all odds, snow still at the summit. I picture myself sailing with Captain Paul Watson, hurling rancid butter in the eyes of would be whale harpooners, or even in a cell being monitored 24 7 for seven years with American hero and whistle blower Chelsea Manning.

And through it all, the only hope we have is that Mother Earth won’t leave us behind. That the cosmos won’t take away the gold stars we were given when we took the wheel of spaceship Earth. Instead of tomorrows fascist, football deflating, flag waving, pussy grabbing, stealth bomber fly-over spectacle of barbarism at the newest incarnation of the Roman Colosseum, I will instead join you all in spirit, all the while looking up into the comforting patter of a January rain. The wind, the birds, the clouds and all of the real wealth we are blessed with will still be there, as it will be always and forever. And I ask for no more.

Joey Racano
January 19th, 2017

DAPL Pipeline Denied Permit

December 5th, 2016

We Win Oil Loses

We Win Oil Loses

The Whitehouse announced that the ACOE will not issue a permit for the DAPL oil pipeline to bore beneath the Missouri River. This is a great victory for the world and a crushing defeat for big oil.

https://www.facebook.com/ienearth/videos/10154193161845642/

The System is Broken (election 2016)

March 26th, 2016
Rock the Ballot Box

Rock the Ballot Box

Election 2016 (System is Broken)

by joey racano

The system is broken
The nuts have awoken
Led by a comb-over out of Hoboken

Call him ‘the Donald’, but he’s not a duck
Now stand by for post election Mack truck

Hillary’s cheating, no way she’s beating
All think back fondly, your freedom is fleeting

Avoid Brownshirt rallies with body count tally’s
Leftist-progressives do not walk down alleys

Shooting black kids, climate doubles
Cops who kill don’t get in trouble

Then there’s Ted Cruz to give you the blues
Meetings held at evangelical zoos

Arizona non starter, elections made harder
It’s time for observers like President Carter

No paper trail when you’ve got electronic
Add executable files as a tonic

Here comes the future, the Children of Men
Don’t learn from the past and it rises again

Super delegates, vanishing ungulates
Corporate takeover agency regulates

Hanging chad, breaking bad
Far right Obama the first black we’ve had

Shooting wolves in Idaho
Drownings at Guantanamo

Surf in feces, de-list species
Trick or treat anthrax in Reeses

Heartless Cheney, dead Scalia
See ya wouldn’t wanna be ya

Foreclosed homes in half the nation
Banks refunded, take vacation

Bernie Sanders, people’s choice
The anti-Trump our only voice

All the rest are nuts or hacks
Clinton paid by Goldman-Sachs

Drop your jocks and grab your socks
I’ll meet you at the ballot box

joey racano

Fear the Bern -Election Update III

March 16th, 2016
Election 2016 Update III

Election 2016 Update III

Fear the Bern

(Election 2016 Update III)

Exit polls revealed many democratic voters arrived at their polling places and immediately re-registered republican for 5 years in order to vote against Donald Trump. Such was their fear. Or was it a clever tactic by the right wing Hillary Rodham Clinton campaign, whose answer to the Bernie Sanders ‘yes we can’ insurgency is a hopeless, ‘no we can’t.’ In either case, it didn’t work.

The election and nominations are not yet a foregone conclusion, but the question still remains, ‘is the Donald Trump candidacy a ruse thought out by Karl Rove, Dick Cheney and other architects of a New American Century, meant to scare daylights out of democrats driving even progressives toward Hillary Rodham Clinton? If so, it is a ruse that has gotten way out of their control. ‘The Donald’ as it were, probably was all for team ball at the start- until the low IQ of dumbed-down America hoisted him up on their shoulders like Atahualpa. And once you taste the power of the throne, you never go back, even if back means being a reality show billionaire-on-paper.

And wither the idealistic Sanders campaign? Mostly dazed and confused this post-primary election Wednesday morning, as centrist democrats voted their fears and went with Monsanto lawyer, war monger, fracking and bank advocate Hillary Clinton. And don’t forget she brings back the cigar-wielding William Jefferson Clinton, and 30 years of entrenched quasi-right political machinery. Rest easy, America.

As sane people watch on in horror, biblical floods, storms, droughts, tornadoes, sea level rise, fracking-induced earthquakes have their way with the land sea and atmosphere with nary a United States Presidential candidate mentioning the environment as an issue except of course, Bernie Sanders and Green candidate Jill Stein. So the quandary before sane Americans is, what to do; where to go from here?’

That is where I may be of help.

1. Green Party: Stay the course and vote for one of our own qualified and altruistic candidates. Remember, the Greens have a huge advantage- our party is *international and *we don’t take corporate money.

2. Republicans: As ye sow, so shall ye reap. You created Donald Trump, and soon you may be licking his bootstraps in the latest version of 1939 National Socialism and then in hell forever after.

3. Progressive Democrats: Continue to feel the Bern. Full speed ahead and dam the torpedoes. The democrats will never change as long as they know you will still vote for them. Here is your chance to send them a message they will never forget- WRITE IN BERNIE SANDERS. If someone tells you about the ‘sore loser’ laws in some states where write ins won’t be counted, well who cares? It’s better than endorsing the oil-war, big pharma, log-the-last-forest status quo. Tell them to take their super delegates and shove them where the sun don’t shine.

4. Center-right Hillary Democrats: See #2.

Joey Racano

Member, U.S. Green Party

(Former California Democratic Party
State Central Committee Delegate)