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Tomorrows Mass Murderer

Tuesday, 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

jr

Mass Murder

America’s Racist National Anthem

Wednesday, 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

Tuesday, 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

jr

Halt Who Goes There

Thursday, 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

State of the Union Jan. 2018

Sunday, 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.

joeyracano@yahoo.com www.oceanoutfallgroup.com, www.joeysingstheblues.com

‘RAC the vote’

Blame it on the Rain

Wednesday, 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

Friday, 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

Monday, 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

Inauguration Alternative 2017

Friday, 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

Monday, 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/