This is a still taken from a sidewalk encounter with a TMZ videographer. In the friendly banter Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas referred to himself as a “civil servant.” Indeed he has served this nation as one of the greatest jurists in history. He is a national treasure. pic.twitter.com/pspzET1jn2
It only takes 1 Minute 17 Seconds to understand how well you have done so far. Listen to the most published renal cardiologist in history….. pic.twitter.com/auQE2d0YPM
Still trying to wrap my head around this one. Will Smith is Oscar in Sharks Tale. Stallone has been Oscar, King Shark and Rocky. Oscar hit Rock at the Oscars. pic.twitter.com/AqE8FSMl6u
No one can doubt that we live in a world where climate changes. For 4,000 years warmer climate has left an imprint on human society. Great civilisations flourished in temperatures much warmer than today – Egypt, Rome, the Maya & the Medieval era. Cold brings only misery & death. pic.twitter.com/Fw9kfATiQo
*/lights up and smokes… Ah, it’s Lennon. Mind you, Lenin works just as well, Clicky, when you consider how much repacked communism is currently being shoved down our throats…*
*Yes, Clicky, it’s a ‘Harry’ story… /flicks ash… set 731 days after the last one… more or less…*
… And whilst I will publish my new story here at the LoL, Dear Reader, I’ll not do that just yet.
Today I’m gonna give you the Afterword, the ‘dead poets page’, where I butcher and mutilate the words of a deceased poet to tell of some wacky occurrence happening in the world at the time of mangling. However, first you will need to re-familiarize yourself with an old song…
*I had so much fucking fun working on this one, Clicky…*
Afterword
by Roo B. Doo
Whilst in exile in Switzerland, shortly before the start of the Russian revolution, Vladimir Ilyich Lenin said:
“There are decades when nothing happens; and there are weeks when decades happen”.
We appear, Dear Reader, to be living through such weeks.
2019 now feels like it occurred at least ten years ago. Pestilence arrived in 2020, closely followed by Death, that has ramped up alarmingly despite the waning Covid pandemic. Then, at the start of this year, War became the main topic of conversation. The demented father of a crack addict installed in the US White House through a ‘fortified’ election keeps threatening to escalate Russia’s military incursion into the Ukraine into World War Three. Broken supply chains and skyrocketing inflation surely mean that Famine can’t be that far off now. Western governments and supranational organisations, such as the World Economic Forum, proclaim that shortly we will ‘have nothing and be happy’, whilst they intend to ‘Build Back Better’. Global corporate media calls anyone in disagreement with this vision a ‘bigot’, whilst waxing lyrical over how nutritious and tasty mealworm is.
All in all, it feels like we’re being gaslit and abused into accepting a dystopian future, one with a lot less of us in it. So it was quite amazing that for most of April and all of May this year, a legal trial was held in Fairfax, Virginia that appeared to be a perfect demonstration of ‘as above, so below’, or Mandlebrot set, if you’re so inclined, for anyone with an internet connection to see it. Every second was televised and millions upon millions of people tuned in to watch the legal teams for two Hollywood millionaire actors battle it out over tawdry allegations of gaslighting, domestic abuse and cancellation. It was glorious.
As I started this afterword with the words of Lenin, I shall finish it with the mutilated words of Lennon, John Lennon to be exact, a dead poet if there ever was one, as I regale you with the ballad of Johnny C Depp II versus Amber Laura Heard*…
The Trial of Johnny & Woko*
Standing in the court in Virginia Accusations of attempts to defame The man that played Jack said, “They gave me the sack All I want is to win back my good name”
Judge, you know it ain’t easy Giving testimony But way things were going Hollywood had crucified me
When Issac took the stand for his friend Johnny Amber’s crazy cat lady lawyer, Elaine Asked how he air kissed Until Issac got pissed And the watching world cried “Are you fuckin’ insane?!”
Judge, you know it ain’t easy What if anything is Amica cream? The way things are goin’ Twitter’s gonna to crucify me
When Johnny testified in his own defense How Amber’s abuse of him never ceased When the housekeeper said, “Your wife’s shat in your bed” I said, “Divorce. I need to get me some peace”
Judge, you know it ain’t easy When your ex is diagnosed Cluster B The way things are goin’ Amber’s still trying to crucify me
“Objection!”, “Hearsay!”, “Leading!” the lawyers cried “Sustained”, “Overruled” replied Judge Azcarate The gallery sat, patiently enwrapped Social media was out of control “Link”
Then Amber got to tell her side of the story Tales of beatings, drug binges and fear Full of sound and fury, she mugged to the jury But couldn’t even shed a fake tear
Judge, you know it ain’t easy When your dog steps on a bee The way things are goin’ Tik-Tok is going to crucify me
After six long weeks the trial finally ended The jury went off to deliberate When they came back, they said “Amber’s a hack Have eight million, Johnny, go celebrate”
Judge, you know it ain’t easy You know how hard it can be Keep our identities secret Don’t let the Press crucify me
The way things are goin’ You know they’ll wanna crucify me
*No, but it was worthy of Bowie, Clicky… /stubs butt… That woman really is the Face of Woke…*
As it happens, John Lennon and David Bowie, both deceased poets, did know each other and collaborated on some songs. Most notably one that could have been written for Amber Heard and gets to the heart of her particular addiction.
“We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvert”. - J Robert Oppenheimer.
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