“Princess Qajar” and the Problem with Junk History Memes – A Bit of History

Junk history is embodied perfectly in a recent viral meme that portrays a nineteenth-century Persian princess with facial hair alongside the claim that 13 men killed themselves over their unrequited love for her. While it fails miserably at historical accuracy, the meme succeeds at demonstrating how easily viral clickbait obscures and overshadows rich and meaningful…
— Read on abitofhistoryblog.com/2017/12/12/princess-qajar-and-the-problem-with-history-memes/

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We Are Addiction ~

“THE EXORCIST, RE-VISITED!” a poem a.k.a.: “No Rest For Those Without Rest In Their Degree Plan!” September Wednesday. Poetry tonight at The Holland Hotel at 6:30 P. M. AND Karaoke tonight at The Railroad Blues at about 10:00 P. M. Good luck!! 🙂

“There-are-two-options! FLAT-OUT! and SLEEPING-LIKE-THE-DEAD!”

SHE said, laying there – a-spinning her pretty, green head!!

“And YOU CAN NOT DISAGREE, WITH MY CONCLUSIONS, YOU SEE;

I KNOW TRUTH – and – It’s WHATEVER I’VE SAID!!”

“AND LIFE! IS O N L Y FOR PROGRESS & SHOWING,

HOW MUCH YOU CAN DO, EVER KNOWING;

YOU M U S T BE GREATLY CONCERNED & I’m SURE you’ll get burned,

ETERNAL-FLAMES – MUST BE KEPT, EVER GROWING!”

Father-Karras would NOT disagree,

But SUGGESTED a more moderate degree,

Of useful, kind living – some taking – some giving,

He said: “Regan, listen to me:

SOMETIMES! FLAT-OUT-IS (V E R Y) DESIRABLE,

IN SOME-INSTANCES, GREATLY ADMIRABLE,

But – WHEN-YOU-OVERDO, ALL THE TIME, YOU MIGHT RUE,

YOUR SWEET LIFE! With The Devil you’re conspire-able!?”

BUT – Regan was so darn possessed,

She heard NOT what Father Karras professed,

So! It-WAS-as-we-feared! Her fast head disappeared!*

AND N O W REGAN? SHE R E A L L Y CAN REST!! 🙂 – Whew!

fin. <3

  • – When things get going too fast for too long, molecular structures can sometimes … just … disintegrate! Ain’t that nice! “Yea, and nobody’s listening to me here either!!” The Mystic Poet. “THE POINT IS: NOBODY READS THIS FAR because they just heard their cell phone buzzing and HAD TO pick it up!” The Mystic Poet “We are NOT addicted! WE A R E ADDICTION!” 🙂 – The Mystic Poet.
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God Bless America ~

Wednesday, September 11, 2019 ~ Mim

All of the First Responder of 9-11 deserved our enduring gratitude, including the ones on the plane bound for the White House, because the passengers on it were the 1st First Responders.

They gave all for us, and for the country they loved; consequently, they are of much note, and should long be remembered.

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Shy Stuff ~

“SHY THING(S)” a poem a.k.a.: “Food Products And Other Things That Are Not Out There On Display For A Variety of Reasons” September 11, 2019 (Wednesday)

There’s SOMETHING THERE it-could-be-in-MY-mouth, but I can’t imagine what it might be,

Because YOUR lips are closed and tight. So what it is, I can not see.

But I’m sure it’s very precious and sacred for it’s wrappED, sort of cloaked,

With a stiff, moist covering and little tags. It will-not be provoked,

Because, perhaps it’s not on display for someone like me to observe;

Heck, I suppose if I ever really encountered it, I wouldn’t have the nerve,

To approach it and love it and tell it how much it is admired;

For, I’m so shy I think I maybe should be similarly retired,

And hidden from view, never to be prodded or poked,

AND I’m sure I shouldn’t be and do not deserve ever to be stroked,

Or loved or adored because I think I may be too bizarre,

For observation or attention I should perhaps be shipped to a distant star,

Where other similarly SHY and inappropriate THINGS await their time to die,

Never getting eaten or observed or touched; on that Heavenly Body, we’ll all just cry,

Having missed our opportunity TO BE ADMIRED and maybe even to be used.

Things that are so provocative like us should only be hidden or, perhaps, abused.

fin ♥

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“THE ITALIAN WAY!”~

“THE ITALIAN WAY!” a poem, to be song to the song: “Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog!” [Three Dog Night] written: on September 11, 2019 (Wednesday)

Giovannia was “a hit-man!” I think he was a friend of mine,

‘Cause he never shot at me or cut my throat (pause) but he once threw a telephone line,

and he “beaned me” and-I started-to-whine!

  • Singing: Why-y-y-y do you kill? Does-it-really give-you a thrill? Do you love anybody, my dear, old friend – and what-will happen in The-End?

[Optional: You-know it might-be-a bloody end!]

Although-he watched my back, I-know, sometimes, He usually seemed hard & mean,

But lemme tell ’bout Giovanni’s cookin’ (pause) ’cause Giovanni wasn’t lean;

  • Singing:
  • Singing:

The Italian-Way’s-about cook-ing! THEY COOK FOR THOSE THEY LOVE,

And IF Giovanni ever dies, I-say-he’s-going to-Heaven up above,

With some wine and cheese, I’m dreamin’ of!

  • Singing: He-e-e-e likes to kill – ’cause savory meat gives-him a thrill!

He loves us so much – that he’ll cook a dish,

Of meat balls or a nice, red fish!

  • Singing:

Yeah, for those he loves, he’ll make k-nish!

And it hurts him – if you don’t eat his quiche!

He LOVES to serve gourmet pork ‘n’ bean,

And-cooked-dishes, the BEST I’ve ever seen!

  • Singing: * Singing: * Singing: * Singing:
  • Singing: [You know it might-be-a TAS-TY end!]

fin ♥

You’re RIGHT. I AM – a liar. barbaric deceitful and grandiose ~

“DON’T LET THE SINFUL, LYING GUY BLOW YOU A KISS” a poem, a.k.a.: “Every Guy’s A Sinful, Lying Guy, And Don’t Ask Me About Gals” Wednesday. September 11, 2019 .

You’re RIGHT. I AM – a liar. barbaric deceitful and pretentious,

AND ALTOGETHER – too darn NASTY or – Ah (What’s that word?) “LICENTIOUS”

It’s ME. what-about-YOU? and Rasptin, who said The Church had DIED,

And – IT has NEVER gone to Heaven. for even The Church has lied,

To keep Itself a-going and IT’s too bad ABOUT THE WATER,

‘Cause IT AIN’T “Holy Water,” Buddy. I-think maybe we aught (a)r:

ADMIT THAT WE HAVE DONE A L L O’ THE SINS,

Even MURDER. There ARE “no wins,”

For being HUMAN. WE ARE SO JUDGMENTAL,

EXCEPT (of course) YOU. You’re just perfectly “sentimental,”

LOOKING FOR SOMEONE, like me – TO PUT (ANY) BLAME UP-ON,

So I can CARRY [SOME OF] “your?” VILENESSS, that you deny; everyone’s a pawn,

But I AM A MORE SINFUL PAWN, of course, FOR YOU ALWAYS KNOW,

RIGHT from WRONG, and GOOD from BAD,

To YOU –

A-KISS I’LL-BLOW.

fin <3