Durga Puja
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So totally holy, duped bengali,
How I cherish this time.
Like god I sit, tits talking shit,
Auspicious and august the clime.
Pandal hops two pandal tops,
Hardscrabble nitwits plague the street.
I don't mix with the natives,
Keep my shit very discreet.
Mostly I travel abroad,
Pious the goodly foreign scenes.
Blonde mistresses and son in Europe,
Like god, mysterious my means.
This month the fools are forced,
I accept only shiny gold coins.
That way the storage is easier,
Warming my super holy loins.
The perks of chair so fair,
Easy are the promises I tell.
Everything put in future tense,
Castles in the air I sell.
By decree the schools not free,
Desist and decimate healthcare.
By design roads built with shit,
Pimps recruited everywhere.
Only the ones with long wet tongues,
Who obsequiously peddle my rants.
Independent thinkers and press fucked,
On my turd, grinning sycophants.
In my hands this holy land,
To my friends eviscerated parts I sell.
Dense in number and in the head,
The laity in a manufactured hell.
Scams galore, a sweet money whore,
I pass black hydrogen as green.
Lies make the environmentalists happy,
For sale, South Indian rice pullers I screen.
Sweet shit porn, sweeter with sweet corn,
Must be holy to get shit done.
Holier than thou I fuck you now,
This how yarns are spun.
Into bitcoin and crypto as well,
Apply the greater fool theory*.
No dearth of greater fools,
The pious shit scams like puree.
Problems I show predate my time,
Futuristic change the fabricated past.
Always an excuse, from my ass,
I can pick really really fast.
Juicy the fruits, the lady recruits,
So holy I shit with joy.
Even my farts are famous,
A ploy on media I employ.
Once on a chair always on a chair,
Hail the democratic sweets.
Now they serve the bengali ones,
I the elected minister eats.
*The "Greater Fool Theory" suggests that people buy an asset, not necessarily because they believe in its fundamental value, but because they hope to sell it later to someone else (the "greater fool") for a higher price. A con to snare the educated and lazy greedy.
The Rice Puller scam and various hydrogen-related scams can be likened to the Greater Fool Theory in the sense that they prey on people's belief that they can sell something of dubious value to someone else for a higher price.
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Hydrogen Scams involve a lie. That produced by burning coal (Black) passed on as produced by renewable energy sources (green).
Buried in the festival ostentations, the real symbolism is overlooked. Women played not second but no fiddle at all in our backward recent prehistory, and they are still the first ones to bear the brunt of war, social injustice, and the overt misogyny in all religions. But some ancient Hindoos were smart enough to get their heads out of their shitty butts, giving us the Durga fiction. She embodies the collective strength of the divine, which, even in myth, is a chauvinistic collective of lazy potbellied male gods full of farts. She's a metaphor for the depths of feminine prowess, which are profound and boundless. Just one of them can easily outsmart a whole bunch of hairy dudes, then and now. Now even more. All males have left—hair in the wrong place—pubes, with stressed out lice and fanatic dingle-berry pinworms.
Mahishasura, the mustachioed quintessential Durga villain, represents the male archetype arrogance that underestimates feminine power. The ungulate idiot didn't think woman could challenge him. Described as "the weaker sex" , through suppression and discrimination, women are told they are inferior.
Her story shows the contradictions. Women, while mainly fat and water, soft, squishy, delicate, and symmetric, possess hard inner strength missing in hawkish males or their gung-ho groups, her accommodations necessary to keep the dick head species going. The resilience, creativity, multifaceted skills, adaptability, and sheer willpower, is the symbolism of this multi-arm fiction.
The term "computers" itself harkens back to the brilliant women of Bletchley Park during World War II and those in the US war effort for the creation of the atomic bomb or even in astronomy, where the real discoveries were all women doing the tedious calculations.
Émilie du Châtelet gave us energy while Ada Lovelace wrote the first program. Radioactivity and DNA, along with the many unsung mothers and wives or daughters, played an unassailable role. Ernest Rutherford's wife, Mary Georgina Newton; James Clerk Maxwell's wife, Katherine Mary Dewar; Albert Einstein's wives, Mileva Marić and Elsa Löwenthal; and Antoine Lavoisier's wife, Marie-Anne Pierrette Paulze, were all remarkable in their own right. Their roles as partners, confidantes, and sometimes contributors to their husbands' works have been pivotal. Their presence and influence, whether direct or indirect as dream factories, have left indelible marks on the annals of scientific history. "Gublu chondro," my ex-wife, and "pills" in my last company from my recent past, or Mohua and Nandini in San Antonio, my mom in her days, or my own sister, are exemplars of the durga phenomenon.
So happy Maha Ashtami, hairy fuckwads, degenerates, and feckless penetrative fantasists! Stop thinking through your dicks and stop the bullshit wars, or a durga will come spank your war mongering ass.
Happy maha shaptami homo witlesses
May devi durga at least help keep the manholes covered in the city of joy. Note to feminists, the man in manhole isn't exclusionary. In a democracy everyone has equal rights to ingress although I'm not sure egress has been constitutionally defined.
Civilization has advanced if not the outlook or the fettle of the middling rich populace, it certainly has added enough fat cells and belligerence to the everyday street scenes.
So holy it makes me cry.
