Trump – false, swan song of Republicans

Look, I am doing that. Telling what I think about American Elections.
First I should mention that elections to a Democracy are what an orgasm to a guy with down syndrome is, on a five dollar hooker. Once that is clear I also need to mention that politicians have  no power but they channel the power of their owners and are chosen for being scum more than anything else. In any country, they are supposed to screw everybody but their owners, including the population they represent.
OK = let’s proceed to American elections, truly American due to Mexicans and Mexican Indians as political force.
Thesis number one – Trump is in this elections so Republicans  are sure losers.
He is a paid diversion, confuser, democratic, filthy fifth column among republican electorate, soon to be painfully demolished. As I have mentioned before he is a hypocrite and big mouth.
He is not electable.  First – because he has no real money behind him. Secondly – because he is a hired populist to ridicule republicans, make them look like stupid asses soon. He is a microbe compared to the person that is being really set up to become president – Hilary Clinton.
You must be crazy thinking that all these other juveniles in republican Easter basket can compete against her to represent the owners of USSA. All of them are pretty much disqualified from the start or are in the process of being choked and eliminated.
I am still running from presidency and people like me become presidents as a result of revolutions they lead, not in the elections. I can’t save USSA this election. President must be the meanest human shit available with so much dirt behind, successfully covered and hidden, that only Hilary meets the criteria.
Also, this why Bill let all these Mexicans in, so republicans will  have to, like idiots, show their proficiency in Spanish to be even electable.
Hilary  – which is despised out of US as much as Merkel in Europe – will be the best USSA president to lead it to world socialism through wars, deception and crimes. I will not be exlaining here what socialism is because I will be labeled as anti-Semite, which is being a person not liked by the Jews because there are Jews who like me.
Is there another way?
Yes – getting rid of Trump – democratic, paid, sold filthy fifth column and voting for John Kacich – the only real politician among republican candidates. This election will not be a fake war between USSA Oligarchs : Bushes and Clintons. Hilary has already won unless a real person is put in front of her. Trump is a practical joke on Republicans by owners of USSA.
Anyway, I expect EVENT to end that masquerade, times are too dire for pretense. We need pretense square.

Sexual harassment among kids

Happened to me. Rightfully so. No comment. Kids will be kids.But I am getting what I want now. The fifty less pounds of me. Starting Aikido next week.
Met a friend at a health club and he told me to return to fighting.  He is a trainer. I didn’t feel like it but I will try Aikido for some time. I will be breaking fingers and gouging eyes. I need a six pack back. Soon. Not much time left. Love does strange things to your body. I like myself. I built houses, planted trees, now I think I write and love. I even run from US presidency. Amazing if you add washing dishes on Oxford Street in London. Many other things like collecting money for others or caring for an elderly man. Life.

Cosmic Energy

Threw away my swim trunks at the gym today. Had them for five years. Bought new ones few days ago. The old ones got way too big. The new ones are slightly too tight (for America) but will be perfect within two weeks. Within two weeks I will be forty pounds lighter than only a month ago. Ten more to go. Got angry with myself for becoming too American. Started with diet. Quit all the ANIMAL FARM food for humans. After two weeks the stomach has shrunk enough that I could eat very little without being ever hungry. Today I had couple of oranges for breakfast, later small roll with Polish veggie salad, just before six pm. made a soup out of few veggies, no meat of any sort in it. Very, very thick.
Then I went to swim. Thought of Queen of US – what was the purpose of me meeting my dream woman at the time, when I not only can’t have her but first of all shouldn’t. I imagined things I would do with her and for her, things that would make her fly to the Moon and back, so she could be the first human on the Moon or its projection. It is always easier with projections. Since childhood I have imagined the Skies to be a black cover with holes in it through which light gets into our enclosure. Then they told me these are beings up there, living, intelligent energy. I am confused.
But not when it comes to energy. My strength here is not related to cosmic energy as much as I would need now.


Running for presidency against Jab Bush is like running against
last Bourbon before House of Bourbon extinction without starting a revolution.

Running for presidency against Hilary Clinton is like trying to be Egypt getting back Sinai without making her girl-friend angry.

Running for US presidency is not easy. That’s why I am still running from US presidency.
What do you need to run from US presidency?
– Swiss knife.
– 10 feet of rope.
– An apple.
– Carrot.
– Stick.
-Some Third World Passport (Londonish, South Californian, Any really),
– Link Card,
– Smile.
(it can’t be any smile. Smiles are suspicious. It must be a smile of an idiot. Idiots are dangerous too. Smile of a complete idiot is required).
How to learn a smile of a complete idiot?
a/ watch CNN daily.


Szesc miesiecy do trzech lat. Szesc miesiecy jest ciekasze niz trzy lata. Poczekalnia do wyjscia. Musze wypastowac buty. Umyc zeby. Wyruchac pare panienek. Nie kochac.

“To a simple man”
lyrics in English

“When with a fresh glue on the wall again
new notices will be posted
when black print will raise alarm
among the people and the soldiers
and any scoundrel, any jerk
will believe their eternal lie
that we must go and fire cannons,
murder, plunder, poison and burn

when on the thousandth prayer they’ll begin
to tear the homeland with declination
and delude with a colored emblem
and incite with the historical right
about an inch of soil, glory and borderlands
about fathers, grandfathers and banners
about heroes and victims

When a bishop,a pastor, a rabbi will come out
to bless your rifle,
because God himself whispered to him from heaven,
that one must fight for the homeland
When with riots will explode
the scream of letters from the front pages of newspapers
and a herd of wild women
will shower soldiers with flowers

Oh, my uneducated friend
my brethren from this or other land
know that alarm bells are sounded
by kings and pot-bellied lords
Know that this is nonsense, ordinary swindle,
when they cry “to arms”
that somewhere oil gushed from the ground
and showered them with dollars
that something in banks is not adding up
that they’ve smelled somewhere full cashboxes
or the fat rogues have spotted
somewhat fatter tariff on cotton

Smash the gun against the street pavement
It is your blood is, theirs is the oil
And from a capital to capital
Shout, defending what you’ve worked hard for
“We won’t be fooled, gentlemen of the gentry!””


Scary Halloween. Didn’t do anything as planned. No concert, no after-party, no video. They will play again in few weeks.
Once I got on the expressway, I drove for three hours till I realized it will take me three hours to get back.
It took more than that. Mind. Suddenly mind came back to tell me to do everything as planned but it was too late.
Called and apologized to others. Drove home instead.
I have thought of the woman I long for, for the first time in weeks, all the time. Against the background of few recent days that have changed everything beyond and here. That doesn’t help.
Why do I suddenly think about her? Is she leaving work now? Did she move out of state?  How happy will someone make her today?
I have already changed my routine and almost forgot. Stopped buying sandwiches at Italian Deli on Grand, enter expressway further West, use Lake Street to get Downtown, found another coffee shop and met few really beautiful women I want to photograph or have photographed.  And she came back today. Stronger than ever. I am fighting my nature and unfortunately winning. Forgetting.
I still feel insulted by being dragged into mental kindergarten of American Coffee Shop. I asked for it.  Now I just eat my blueberry scone, drink tea and ignore all the shitheads around, copping what they saw on television. Looks and words.
I will meet the most beautiful one tomorrow to talk about our arrangements. She finally understood I was not after her.
It is such a great feeling not to want a woman who is beautiful, perfect; you look at her thinking – what did you expect? I am OK. You relax.
The only one I wanted to get to know was you. In many years. What DeNiro did in Taxi Driver was understandable, but childish.
Men walk away. You don’t fight jungle. With no collateral damage, no lessons would be learned. Same with kindergarten.


All this jazz

Sometimes I can’t find my way through time. I find streets and houses, faces and paychecks, food not the time.
It ignores me. So everything is down to little acts of life and reality around it, collapsing and reinventing itself.
Passage of acts. Miserably unimportant. Try to find itself in all that doesn’t matter when you know purpose is at hand.
Fatamorgana. Purpose is at hand. Fucking joke. I am done missing things. I am complete.