Green Jean Humor: Volumes 31-34
Amanda: As religionists go, Sheila isn't bad. But now, we are purged of the God disability. We can move onto glory.
Tamatha (moping): I am utterly blue. I make my first great attempt at composing poetry but Sheila steals the show, when the limelight rightfully belongs to me.
Angela: I respond to your sorrow with eager zest. I love your being. Evil does not exist -- It is only us that can perceive evil. Evil is only there because we perceive it. I just had to throw in that shrewd insight. I am on the way to enlightenment. As each of us interprets dear Tamatha' s poem -- we become ever progressively enlightened.
Amanda: A stunning tribute to one's political heritage. Could be more idealistic though. Idealism is the light of the land.
Alexa: Good poem, but I am not quite that left wing. Poem wise - a stellar thriller. Digable.
Jennifer: It doesn't do much for me.
Alice: Marxism is only useful in its application of anarchy and is not an end to itself. This poem is a glowing ode in spirit, but I despise formal association of political people. Marxism, ultimately is bogus rubbish.
Mindy: Good poems are about and for Mindy. This poem was not about Mindy. Thus this poem is bad.
Andrea: To the extent that CPUSA is iconoclastic -- I applaud -- to the extent it is rigidly establishmentarian -- I deplore it.
Selena: I see a little bit of virtue in the poem. Abridge it.
Maxine: Not my cup of tea. But still a bit rad.
Sandy: No themes of romance and love. It sucks.
Jennifer: I'm ancy. No men to dominate in the bedroom. I don't like our lot.
Angela: Here's a poem about boredom. It's thematically accurate and appropriate, I'm sure you all will say.
Boring like a drilling gun
Bored, flesh wasted on nothing
Dull, harassed in the cranium
Like a crazy captive, entranced by little
Mundane as a current style
Unstimulated 500 times over
Insipid life now
Struggling with thrills
It could be worse
I could be long deceased
Do you all want to interpret this poem?
Jennifer: I'm sick of all this non-erotic poetry. No more interpretations. No more poems. More sadomasochism. More dominant / submissive sexuality.
Angela: Are you saying you don't like my poetry?
Jennifer: Very good, genius. Your poetry is vile. It is rotten. It is a disgrace. I could teach you to be a mistress like me if you want.
Angela: I am hurt by your insults. Sexuality is important and vital, but I feel it should not be one's prime focus.
Jennifer: You are wrong. Sexuality is the most important aspect of one's existence. Poetry is nothing. It's just words. It does not compare with the thrills of dominating a male submissive.
Angela: Your pleasures are far more base than mine. My doings stimulate my soul. Your doings only stimulate your sexual organs.
Jennifer: You are totally annihilating my joys.
Angela (cutting Jennifer off abruptly): And you likewise! You don't seem fulfilled. I am fulfilled from head to toe.
Jennifer: My dream is glory.
Angela: Your dream may be legitimate, but what is not legitimate is your dejection and your denouncing of poetry. Since the first epoch of time, poets have been contributing so much to society. I should mention that poets exist in perpetually endlessly varieties. There are tons of poetry which would purely adore. Disdain for poetry is counterproductive.
Jennifer: Only S & M poetry would satisfy me, I imagine.
Angela: S & M is beautiful type of sexuality, it is a neat sexual subculture. It is deviant, but fabulous.
Jennifer: What? You dig S&M too?
Angela: Yes, elements of it, at any rate. It alone is insufficient as a sexual persona, but ever liberal components of it integrated into a dynamic sexuality are wonderful.
Jennifer: I like your approval, but I disagree somewhat. I feel S&M is perfect by itself. To only incorporate limited portions of it is to limit it.
Angela: So what exactly is your explicit dream?
Jennifer: To lure a beautiful male into my lair and induce total submission. To have him at my entire mercy. To penetrate his greatest weakness, that which us females lack, which makes us supreme. To crush his family jewels as if there was no tomorrow. Because, he the male possesses extremely vulnerable male sex organs. I could control and rule him. His suffering is my liberation. I fully love to crush a submissive sex organs.
Selena: That is totally completely utterly sick. I think I'm going to escort you out of here.
Jennifer: Fine, this environment is not conducive to my best interests as a mistress.
(Jennifer with all her massive strength, lifts Selena over her shoulder and carries her cruelly off to a more urban setting. From time to time, Jennifer and Selena, who lived far from each other, sent telegrams back to the rural misfits crew reporting on their doings.)
Alexa: Yes! Now the cool people are outnumbering the uncool people by a pretty hefty margin.
Mindy: I am, of course categorized as cool, right?
(no response from anyone)
Mindy: I'm considered cool, right?"
(No response again)
Mindy: I am, of course, too cool for words. You all are too humble to glorify me.
(Everyone remains as quiet as a shy church mouse and as still as a stone statue.)
Mindy: Fine. If you all don't want to glorify me, I will just compensate for your lack of glorification and glorify myself. Hey, stupid Angela, you dig poems; dig this.
Mindy the Great
Mindy is Great
Mindy is the Greatest
She is the most beautiful
Every male to have ever lived
Desires her
Every male who has never had a relationship with her
Is incomplete
She is wonderful
Mindy is unlike any other
Because she is supreme
Mindy is the champion of humanity
She is wise
She is way too brilliant
Dynamic and complex, Mindy is a genius
Mindy is powerful
Mindy is supreme
Mindy is omniscient, omnipotent
Mindy is better than perfect
It is an honor for all to be graced by her presence
I love Mindy
The world loves Mindy
May(whispering to the rest): I think she just wants attention. Maybe if we ignore her, she will go away.
Mindy (screaming loudly): I heard that! You all don't value me! You all are ingrates! I can't stand it! Fine, I will leave then!
(Mindy gives the dirtiest glare to them all and haughtily but angrily prances off to her new Queendom, Castle and Moat.
Alexa: Goodness Gracious. The percentage of cool folks is increasingly dramatically. This is very cool! In fact,
there are very few uncool people left.
(Light bulbs go off in everyone's heads. Then everyone glares at May)
May (taking a hint, squirms but declares): You all, I'm not leaving. If it comes to a stalemate, I'm still here. You unpatriotic filth may outnumber me, but there's nothing you can do to make me leave. I am firm in my commitment to stay here.
Sandy: Then since, such is the circumstance -- we will make it most disagreeable for you.
May: I shall be ever vigilant in my reactionary behavior.
Amanda: That shall be your downfall.
May: Uprise
(Most of the rest respond in unison): Downfall!
Angela: I have just composed another poem.
May: Poems in general rarely preserve the reactionary order, but your poems in particular are harmful.
Angela: At any rate, I shall present it
Left Right
Left to its own devices
Our country is precarious
Our country will fail and has failed
Lovers of country are backwards, bogus, very wrong
I shall cheer when our nation perishes
It is time for something new
May: You really irk me. Let's the Star Spangled Banner ring. That will cause you to shriek I'm sure. You are low.
Alexa: I got a poem of my own -- perfect for song lyrics --
I love the womyn who opposes
The disorderly order of our governing body
She who boldly articulates it in verse
Deserves a laudable mention
She deserves it, yes!
Angela: You are a blessed creature. My life work is not in vain. I love you. I truly love you.
Amanda: I have a vision of a peaceful society.
May (butting in): Will never happen.
Amanda: Not if we don't try.
May: You all are way too random and not methodological enough. You leftists allow the right hemisphere to dominate. That is a grave sin. I wisely allows the left brain to dominate.
(In unison all but May shout): So!
Tamatha: I see class conflict on the horizon. It is inevitable and perpetual.
Alice: Let's get to the root.
Tamatha: Which is the unfair, innately unfair, distribution of wealth and its subsequent conditions.
Alice: It is more complex than that, my favorite Marxist.
Tamatha: No, I dissent. It all boils down to the issue of class.
Alice: But what about the authoritarian strings which bind society? No government can promise an alleviation of oppression. Oppression is an intrinsic component of government. It is vile.
Tamatha: No! I feel differently. Oppression is inherently involved with government any more than people are innately bad.
Alice: People are not.
Tamatha: Marx believes the state will fade, and after that happens, we will live in self autonomy. But before that occurs, we have got to achieve socialism as a step to total communism. That's the way it has to be.
Alice: Anarchism now!
Andrea: Alice, you are right on! Like often!
Alice: Thank you! Momentum is funny. We got to start this revolution of revolutions before time is all lost.
Tamatha: I agree with the momentum comment, except for different reasons.
Alice: Marxists and Anarchists are probably far more related than Libertarians and Marxists, or, of course, Libertarians and Marxists. I don't want any one to rule me, while you will allow a certain master to rule as long as the master meets certain qualifications.
Tamatha: Insightful. However, I feel some authority is necessary. For the time being, authority is more of a help than a hindrance. I don't think the biggest evil is authoritarianism. I think the biggest evil is the profit motive.
Alice: I'm exactly the opposite.
Tamatha: I love being a Marxist. I love being a genuine Marxist. To be a Marxist is to fully live.
Amanda: Let's abstractly plan our better society. What are we to do you all?
Andrea: Lay the bricks for the formative foundation. Who's going to draw the blueprint? Let's be very meticulous about this.
Amanda (empathetically): No! We go to be abstract. We can't be concrete. Concrete plans spoil the vision.
Alice: Action, I say! Action all the way! I won't hesitate to utilize violence because violence can be justified. Violence is okay in given circumstances.
May: Violence in defense of country is noble. It is most noble!
Angela: My poem: 'Violence is now appropriate'
Ugly. Dirty. Filthy. Sin.
Crazed Society Worships
Nowhere is joyous unlike here
Living in my society is not the epitome of pleasing sensations
Bruised innards and Bruised Outerds
Vicious, Ravenous Voracious
Seething never Soothing
Renowned Torturer
Violence Persuasive
Violence Demeaning
I dreamed of more
I never get it
Who's to blame? Who's to credit?
Emotionally downcast
Uprooted from sound foundations
I'd rather not sometimes awake
From perfectly peaceful slumber
Hurting, aching reaching for a savior
I am familiar with only pestilence
Violence Wounds
When and how did such enter
I am inert if I refuse
To alleviate misery
Suffering everywhere
And you, violence, are to blame!
I am a victim
Forever on horrendous exhibit
Tormented, can you help me
Unravel the damage of violence?
Maxine: Moving! Violence occurs in our culture because we are too taboo obsessed. We are rigidly suppressive of our vitality. Too many ordinances. Too many regulations. Too many repressive prohibitions. If one is totally open and free with themselves, violence won't happen.
Amanda: Well put poem and subsequent interpretation. Violence is the bedmate of contrived deeds. Autonomy roots out violence. Creativity spoils violent uprisings. Spontaneity squelches the violence.
Andrea: You're wrong. You are not right about this.
May: Once again, I abhor the poem of Angela. You really have little knowledge about life. Same for the rest of you for that matter.
Tamatha: Remember to look at the world through a Marxist lens.
May: You evil Communist! You Communists are attempting to overthrow our country. Great people like Reagan have successfully stopped your invasion. Take that!
Andrea (with left hand cupped to side of her mouth): She's on one of her patriotism tirades!
Tamatha: Excuse me! You like so many others do not understand socialism. Socialism promotes far more freedom and liberation than any stale capitalism system.
May: No! My g
overnment sees you are a grand arch nemesis. Thus it is my duty to hate you and despise you, communists.
Tamatha: That government of yours teaches you paranoia and madness!
May: How dare you insult my nation like that?
Tamatha: You are way to jingoistic. Your behavior is truly nauseating!
May: Let's talk about people I love - like good old Joseph McCarthy.
Tamatha (frantically shaking her head): Don't ever say that name!
May: Good old Joseph McCarthy!
Tamatha: Great, great V.I. Lenin! Don't be puerile with me!
May: We need more Joseph McCarthy's in our great nation.
Tamatha: No, we don't! Never! I am glad A. Mitchell Palmer....
(Horrifying screams and shudders by Amanda, Alice and Andrea)
Alice (bellowing): Dear sister, don't ever say that name! That name is so violent to me, like McCarthy is to you!
Tamatha: Okay. I completely understand. I am very sorry for that.
Alice: No sweat! I dig you -- despite our differing views and lens.
Tamatha: You better believe the feeling is mutual.
May: You both live immoral lifestyles. Your theories will send you to hell. God hates political dissidents. God loves America.
Alice: Quit your sermonizing. There is a radical only zone. No reactionaries really belong here. You impede the revolution multifold.
May: That's exactly my plan!
Alice: But we greatly outnumber you.
May: I am not frightened by any means.
Alice: You are a stain on the progressive revolutionary society we are trying to attain.
May: Good. Under no circumstances am I leaving. I love my flag.
Alice: You are making us miserable, miserable, miserable.
May: Unless you become loyal to our great country, I will continue doing so!
Alice: Fine then! Why don't you dig our way?
May: The old way is best. It worked before. It worked now.
Alice: You say that, but do you realize the old way was constant oppression for many; it caused even worse oppression than occurs today.
May: No! You are wrong! There is not bad oppression today. Suck it up! Your country knows what is good for you!
Andrea: You are under the influence of gigantic misnomers! It is me that knows that is best for me, not some bloated bureaucrat or capitalist elitist. Many of our problems stem from overly paternalistic laws. Why can't today's vicious institutions give an inch? My being is suppressed by one too many codes.
Alice: Yes, Sister Andrea, you have your views down cold. We need more micro organized autonomous groups. Anarchy in the homes, on the block. We should even make bathrooms autonomous.
May: But without a systematic guideline for behavior, we as a nation are doomed. Chaos is no friend.
Andrea: At the surface, anarchism appears to be nothing but chaos, but ironically people must be deeply internally organized for an anarchistic world to reign supreme and that's that!