There are three men who might be the next President of Tunisia. I am more than a tiny bit upset about who they are. I say three rather than two since one of them is in prison and there is always the possibility of him being disqualified which would advance the candidate who got the third highest number of votes to the final round of voting in his place. I want to maintain my sense of humor about the situation even though it is deadly serious. In that spirit I offer the following advice to Kais Saied, Nabil Karoui, and … Continue reading My Advice to Tunisia’s Next President:

Mutually Assured Destruction Words and music by Abel Ashes, from the album Between the Droughts and the Floods, 2019 5:29 am, July 16th in ’45 The Gadget mushroom cloud lit up the Carrizozo sky, Yes, Tojo was a butcher, the rapist of Nanking And the empire was a menace but it’s people were not free. Since Mukden Bridge in ’31 the fascists did what fascists do And they last held sham elections back in 1942. The US cracked the Purple Code. They knew Japan was giving in. Made of list of target cities where they could test the bomb again. … Continue reading Mutually Assured Destruction

Magical Markets and Magical Mules Words and music by Abel Ashes, from the album Between the Droughts and the Floods, 2019 Wall Street banks where the coke-heads play Gambling the future from June through May They’re fucking everybody in the USA Crashing the economy for short-term gains Crashing the economy for short-term gains Tired of the bullshit, bullshit, bullshit Talking about some bullshit Tired of the bullshit, bullshit, bullshit Talking about some bullshit Journalists report the true complexity Dumb fucking views on the blogs you read Jumping to conclusions of conspiracy Avoiding other facts like a bad VD Avoiding other … Continue reading Magical Markets and Magical Mules

And Photograph Stars Words and music by Abel Ashes, from the album Between the Droughts and the Floods, 2019 So many boring TV networks praising those narcissist egotist jerks. If they waste our resources they can just go to Mars and sit in the red dirt and photograph stars. This is the part where I take off the gloves ’bout phony pop songs that get all the love. Singin’ “I got the money, all up in the club. You broke my heart but I want your love.” They’re shoved down our throats and shat from their rears. That vapid crap … Continue reading And Photograph Stars

By the Smartphone Light Words and music by Abel Ashes, from the album Between the Droughts and the Floods, 2019 If she’s lookin’ good he just grabs her by the cooch Pooches out his ugly lips and gives her a big smooch. Stays up to the crack of dawn to have a Twitter fight Sharing alt-right talking points by the smartphone light. He’d rather fund a border wall than American healthcare And he can’t hide his boner for dictators everywhere. America is great again. There’s a white man in the house And he don’t mind white immigrants like his Slavic … Continue reading By the Smartphone Light

Islamists in Bornu Words and music by Abel Ashes, from the album Between the Droughts and the Floods, 2019 Islamists in Bornu, North of Mali too I wrote this little song just to say “Fuck you.” Fuck the Saudi King, the Mullahs in Iran. Fuck the Taliban in Afghanistan. الله كذبة allah kadhaba, الله كذبة allah kadhaba, الله كذبة allah kadhaba, الله كذبة allah kadhaba Deus verus est, Deus verus est, Deus verus est Women should be equal you sexist piece of shit. All you fucking homophobes can go suck dick. The anti-immigration Christian Taliban ought to be deported to … Continue reading Islamists in Bornu

Blood in the Wake (Reprise) Words and music by Abel Ashes, from the album Between the Droughts and the Floods, 2019 Active measures of a cynical kind Selling fake new for gullible minds. Oligarchs safe in a blanket of lies As they target the press who are not on their side. Disinfo spreads, populists rise And every other bigot’s got God on his side. Disinfo spreads, populists rise And every fucking bigot’s got national pride. Selling their guns to whoever they can Racists and creeps, Turner Diaries fans. Selling their guns to whoever they will Paranoid freaks with intention to … Continue reading Blood in the Wake (Reprise)