First they came for the “brown skinned terrorists”. Then they came for the “Ron Paul terrorists”. Then they came for the “Tea Party terrorists”. Then they came for the “OWS terrorists”. Then they came for the “gun owner terrorists”. Then they came for the “Verizon cell phone terrorists”. Then they came for you. They can do no more than we let them do.



By Maurice Ogden

Into our town the hangman came,
smelling of gold and blood and flame.
He paced our bricks with a different air,
and built his frame on the courthouse square.

The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
only as wide as the door was wide
with a frame as tall, or a little more,
than the capping sill of the courthouse door.

And we wondered whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal? What the crime?
The hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.

And innocent though we were with dread,
we passed those eyes of buckshot lead.
Till one cried, “Hangman, who is he,
for whom you raised the gallows-tree?”

Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye
and he gave a riddle instead of reply.
“He who serves me best,” said he
“Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree.”

And he stepped down and laid his hand
on a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for anothers grief
at the hangmans hand, was our relief.

And the gallows frame on the courthouse lawn
by tomorrow’s sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way and no one spoke
out of respect for his hangmans cloak.

The next day’s sun looked mildly down
on roof and street in our quiet town;
and stark and black in the morning air
the gallows-tree on the courthouse square.

And the hangman stood at his usual stand
with the yellow hemp in his busy hand.
With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike,
and his air so knowing and business-like.

And we cried, “Hangman, have you not done,
yesterday with the alien one?”
Then we fell silent and stood amazed.
“Oh, not for him was the gallows raised.”

He laughed a laugh as he looked at us,
“Do you think I’ve gone to all this fuss,
To hang one man? That’s the thing I do.
To stretch the rope when the rope is new.”

Above our silence a voice cried “Shame!”
and into our midst the hangman came;
to that mans place, “Do you hold,” said he,
“With him that was meat for the gallows-tree?”

He laid his hand on that one’s arm
and we shrank back in quick alarm.
We gave him way, and no one spoke,
out of fear of the hangmans cloak.

That night we saw with dread surprise
the hangmans scaffold had grown in size.
Fed by the blood beneath the chute,
the gallows-tree had taken root.

Now as wide, or a little more
than the steps that led to the courthouse door.
As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
half way up on the courthouse wall.

The third he took, we had all heard tell,
was a usurer…, an infidel.
And “What” said the hangman, “Have you to do
with the gallows-bound…, and he a Jew?”

And we cried out, “Is this one he
who has served you well and faithfully?”
The hangman smiled, “It’s a clever scheme
to try the strength of the gallows beam.”

The fourth man’s dark accusing song
had scratched our comfort hard and long.
“And what concern,” he gave us back,
“Have you … for the doomed and black?”

The fifth, the sixth, and we cried again,
“Hangman, hangman, is this the man?”
“It’s a trick”, said he, “that we hangman know
for easing the trap when the trap springs slow.”

And so we ceased and asked now more
as the hangman tallied his bloody score.
And sun by sun, and night by night
the gallows grew to monstrous height.

The wings of the scaffold opened wide
until they covered the square from side to side.
And the monster cross beam looking down,
cast its shadow across the town.

Then through the town the hangman came
and called through the empy streets…my name.
I looked at the gallows soaring tall
and thought … there’s no one left at all

for hanging … and so he called to me
to help take down the gallows-tree.
And I went out with right good hope
to the hangmans tree and the hangmans rope.

He smiled at me as I came down
to the courthouse square…through the silent town.
Supple and stretched in his busy hand,
was the yellow twist of hempen strand.

He whistled his tune as he tried the trap
and it sprang down with a ready snap.
Then with a smile of awful command,
He laid his hand upon my hand.

“You tricked me Hangman.” I shouted then,
“That your scaffold was built for other men,
and I’m no henchman of yours.” I cried.
“You lied to me Hangman, foully lied.”

Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye,
“Lied to you…tricked you?” He said “Not I…
for I answered straight and told you true.
The scaffold was raised for none but you.”

“For who has served more faithfully?
With your coward’s hope.” said He,
“And where are the others that might have stood
side by your side, in the common good?”

“Dead!” I answered, and amiably
“Murdered,” the Hangman corrected me.
“First the alien … then the Jew.
I did no more than you let me do.”

Beneath the beam that blocked the sky
none before stood so alone as I.
The Hangman then strapped me…with no voice there
to cry “Stay!” … for me in the empty square.

THE BOTTOM LINE: “…I did no more than you let me do.”


  1. Proletarian Review of Information in Social Media – PRISM

    The Federal Bureau of Investigation of the Department of Social Justice, in cooperation with the National Security Agency, is proud to announce its new program, the “Proletarian Review of Information in Social Media” (PRISM). Developed by the State in its efforts to centralize the management of citizen data and collectivize all individual information into an easy-to-access and record format, PRISM now downloads and sorts all citizen electronic communication from a variety of sources, including (but not limited to) Microsoft, Yahoo, Google, Facebook, PalTalk, AOL, Skype, YouTube, and Apple iCloud.

    On behalf of the workers and peasants of the USSA, PRISM collects data on potential counter-revolutionary activities while the reactionaries are still typing! This information can then be used by State security officials to not only identify potential saboteurs and terrorists, but also identify their nefarious plans and prevent them from undermining the safety and security of USSA citizens.

    As we all know, suspicion of non-conformism and potential unauthorized activity is sufficient grounds for the searching of electronic devices in our Socialist Democracy. However, PRISM allows the State to move beyond such primitive concepts as ‘probable cause’ or ‘hunches,’ and removes all doubt about what each citizen is thinking and doing.

    Comrades, imagine what good the State can do for the Masses with such intimate and detailed information! Let us ponder how our social services can be better tailored to suit the needs of each citizen, so that social programs will fit each person like a hand in a glove!

    PRISM is an efficient means of data collection, developed by the diligent work of Socialist labor. Under the visionary leadership of Comrade Party Chairman and Future President Barack Barackovich Obama, the loyal Party members in the State’s internet industries have produced for us not only wonderful gifts such as Facebook and the iPhone, but also the means by which everything we share with our friends through these platforms is also shared with our Motherland.

    PRISM helps us share with the Motherland! Agitate for universal data sharing, and open your heart to the world!

  2. kerry_guitar.jpg

    Paint It Blue

    Based on “Paint It Black” by the Rolling Stones

    I see a Red state and I want to paint it Blue
    What I did to that VC I want to do to YOU

    I see the rich drive by in their gas-guzzling SUVs
    I want to tax them until there’s no more GOPee!

    I’ll give a speech tonight to the retards on MTV
    Just sing a little song, and they’ll all vote for ME

    I see a Red State and I want to paint it Blue
    My Wife Teresa Heinz will tell me what to do

    No colors anymore
    By the time I’m through

  3. OK, I’ll bite, who is Maurice Ogden? It’s as if he arose from the ground, wrote this poem and then vanished into the ether. I cannot find a single source anywhere on the net that links back to a human being by the name Maurice Ogden.

    1. Stuck

      Hardscrabble Farmer is right. There is absolutely nothing on the internet about Maurice Ogden other than him writing that poem. No biography whatsoever. Weird.

  4. hardscrabble farmer

    OK. Nevermind regarding the above link. That link is all about the poem. I understand what you mean …. actually finding biographical data about the individual …….. yeah, it’s a pretty tough slog.

    But, Herr StuchenResearcher has come to the rescue with two reference. I could probably find more but I gotta go prepare snacks for the IU-Michigan basketball game on CBS in half an hour. Two hours later I will probably contemplate suicide when IU get’s their asses handed to them.

    FIRST ………..

    there is a brief reference to him in the movie website imdb

    “Maurice Ogden is an actor and writer, known for The Hangman (1964) and Nickel Queen (1971)”

    And here is Nickel Queen with his name as one of the actors

    SECOND ……

    this has more substance. It’s in the LA Times … link below. Here is an excerpt, emphasis mine;

    “His 80-year-old mother, Ruth Males, a former schoolteacher and paralegal in Oklahoma City, was blacklisted during the McCarthy era and arrested for demonstrating during the Vietnam War. HIS FATHER, THE REV. MAURICE B. OGDEN, NOW OF DANA POINT, WAS A 1950S SOCIALIST WHO WROTE THE WELL-KNOWN ALLEGORICAL POEM “THE HANGMAN.” Ogden, who left the family when Males was a baby and reunited with his son when Males came west for college, eventually became a Unitarian minister in Anaheim and an activist for the Sanctuary Movement that, in the 1980s, aided Central American war refugees.”

    It seems this was Ogden’s only poem. Anyway, with all the info in this article it should be relatively easy to dig deeper for more info.

  5. “There is absolutely nothing on the internet about Maurice Ogden other than him writing that poem.”
    —————- Admin

    Yesterday you said I was “good” for uncovering that matslinger was doppling.

    Sooooo, what am I today?? Awesome? FUCKING awesome? REALLY REALLY FUCKING AWESOME?

    Or, what? hmmmmm?

  6. “You can hide …. but not from me!”

    That’s my motto for the Stuck-o Detective Agency I’m starting up.

    I think I’ll be an awesome copfuk.

  7. Stucky

    Read for comprehension. It’s what Google says that counts. Here are the Google rules posted by Admin.

    Google ads may not be placed on pages with adult or mature content. This includes, but is not limited to, pages with images or videos containing:
    •Strategically covered nudity
    •Sheer or see-through clothing
    •Lewd or provocative poses
    •Close-ups of breasts, buttocks, or crotches

    Now tell me that AWD’s picture is not only lewd and provocative, but also a crotch shot. Maybe not a close-up crotch shot, but you don’t need to be close to get the message. And there is NO distinction between male and female crotches under Google rules. A crotch is a crotch.

    SSS wins. Again. And again. And …. so on.

  8. SSS

    That boomer isn’t a case of “strategically covered nudity”, he’s fully clothed, in public. Although his shorts have stains around his crotch, this is not against the rules.

    He doesn’t have sheer or see-through clothing. He’s not striking a lewd or provocative pose, and no close ups of breasts, buttocks or crotches (and no nipples). Therefore, it’s a PASS. Maybe time for you to get out the ‘ol dictionary and look up a few of these words.

    It’s okay to show boomers that have done too many drugs and don’t bother to look in the mirror when they go out. And it’s okay to show gays, lesbians, transvestites, same-sex couples, bestiality, and/or any other type of perversion, because that’s diverse, and that’s all that matters. But for God’s sake, don’t show any normal human sexuality, that is banned and outlawed.

  9. AWD

    Keep rationalizing. You’re gathering a bunch of thumbs-up from dumbasses who could care less what they post despite the headaches created for Admin by Google. Did you read what Admin said at the end of his “Third Times a Charm” article when Google REINSTATED its ad feed to this site? Worth repeating ……

    “No tits, ass or vagina pictures can be posted. I will delete any pictures I think go over the line.

    Those are the rules. I don’t care if you don’t like them. If you have a problem, then hit the fucking road. My site, my rules.”

    Not my problem, AWD. Never was in the first place. Your picture is still up, so keep testing the waters. See how far you can push Google or Admin’s boundaries. You’ll find out for sure when the ad screens go blank …… again.

  10. SSS says:

    “No tits, ass or vagina pictures can be posted. I will delete any pictures I think go over the line.”

    ….. and yet the picture remains.

    so apparently it does not go over the line, so go find something useful to do with your time SSS.

  11. No problem from me, I’m done posting pictures like that. I didn’t even realize it was questionable until after I posted it. Old habits are hard to break, and censorship sucks ass.

  12. This was posted on Max Kaiser’s site with the story about the 3rd banker suicide. The song cuts across a wide swath of human issues so I’m posting here.

  13. “No problem from me, I’m done posting pictures like that …. censorship sucks ass.”

    Concur. Guess I’ll also knock off the Salma pics taken from PUBLICITY PHOTO SHOOTS, but I’m still thinking about Giada de Laurentiis. She’s a smart, good-looking married lady with a kid who hosts a popular TV cooking show and goes on the set sometimes dressed to show off her, ahem, assets. I get some eye candy and learn how to cook a great Italian dish at the same time. WTF is wrong with that?

    Dilligaf …… I cannot begin to describe, mainly because of the lack of truly lethal adjectives there are in the English language, what a truly stupid motherfucker you are. The end.

  14. FYI, “Maurice Ogden” is not a pseudonym: Back in the late 1980s, I took a writing course at a community college in Orange County, California. As one of the two instructors, Maurice naturally covered poetry, while the other instructor covered prose. He used his poem as one of the examples for class discussion. At the time, he was working on a freelance basis to Hollywood studios as a script doctor.

  15. “But for God’s sake, don’t show any normal human sexuality, that is banned and outlawed.” —AWD

    Plus one billion!

    Mainstream German magazines have been showing naked breast pictures on their covers since the 1960s. But Americans flip the fuck out at the sight of a nipple. Hilarious. America, where sex is used to sell everything from autos to zit-remover. Hypocrisy.


    It’s NOT Admin’s fault. Place blame where it belongs … on that fascist company who sells and/or gives away your private data to the NSA …. the Googlefuks. Sure, Admin could tell them to fuck off, but if that’s what you want him to do then you MUST also send him $30 a day he would have made off the ads. Oh … I suddenly hear Sounds of Silence.

    So, let’s just comply without all the fucking hand-wringing and crying.


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