Over the past 2 years I’ve developed an addiction to the ‘yes or no button’, an insidious little cyber device that guarantees a genuinely random out comes each time you press it. It started off innocently enough, as a transferal device for when I didn’t want to (or couldn’t) make decisions for myself. Gradually I became more reliant on it. It got so as if I did something in opposition to it, it was invariably a mistake. If it said no…IT MEANT IT! Rather like the character in Luke Rhinehart’s ‘The Diceman’, I have been taken over by it. Today I asked it if I should keep using the ‘Yes or No’ button and it said NO….Now I guess, I begin the 12 step recovery process…


I finally finished my rewrite of (Orange) HAIR for 2017. I’d love someone who can sing to record this on youtube! Happy Silly Season Everyone….It’s going to get sillier, just you wait !

When the moon enters the dozenth house
And limousines protect the stars
Kevin Zeese won’t run the FDA
But tits will fill the bars

This is the dawning of the age of Barbarius
The phase of Calamitous

Fannie Mae and jet crash landings
Ann Coulter and ISIS hounding
Lots of falsehoods and derisions
Congress sieving dreams of Lincoln
Shocking cocaine revelations
And Trump’s latest abomination

When a goon is in the big White House
And blondes fill all the spas
Then pimps mortgage their prostitutes
And Putin, replaces Tsars

This is the pawning of the age of Aquarius
The age of Barbarius

Nepotists rife in all the Red States
Shiksas, wearing padded bras
Then sleaze will guide the planets
And life imitates House of Cards

This is the dawning of the age of Barbarius
The age of Precarious

Mammon and underhanding
Sycophants and lust abounding
Racial profiling and derision
Toxic living dreams – division
Right wing Christian conflagration
Retro white administration

When Silver Spoon is in the Ruling House
And Jesters get their last hurrah
Then fleece the proleteriat
With popup tittie bars

This is the dawning of the age of Barbarius
The age of Precarious