DEEP SCRATCH

Tag: Corona Slayer

  • CORONA SLAYER 2

    CORONA SLAYER 2

    First thought best thought is writing what comes to mind and sticking with it, a reflection of what arises and surprises. Surprise equals information, said a wise women.



    To be clear, I do not ascribe to the Wuhan lab leak theory, I do not ascribe to the vaccination conspiracy to kill off the human race, I do not ascribe to the 5G conspiracy, and I do not think that Covid is a hoax, that said, I do think that pre-pandemic trajectories of greed have escalated due to the rise of populist self-interest assisted by data robbers and media manipulators, fanning the flames of this god aweful virus.

    released July 26, 2021

    Written, recorded, produced and mastered by Steve Fly @ Fly Agaric Studios, Amsterdam. 24-26th July 2021.
    www.deepscratch.net

    Roasting Farcebook contains samples from the Jamm Pro sample pack “Witness” by Roots Manuva. www.jammpro.net (Special thanks to Matt Black / Coldcut for Jamm Pro tools.)

    https://thefuckyousound.bandcamp.com/album/corona-slayer-2

    https://www.patreon.com/stevefly

  • SQUINTIN QUARANTINO – THIRD WAVE

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  • SQ – Permdemic (Wack Rhymes For Wack Times)

    What about hairworkers
    Those on the fringes
    Who add colour to what’s natural
    With dye from syringes

    The highlight of my day
    Is to go get a cut
    Perhaps have my nails done
    On hand and/or foot

    Health hair workers
    On the frontline
    I’ll shave your head
    If you shave mine

    Look at that bouffant
    On that buffoon Wilders
    I don’t see hair like that on
    Farmers or builders

    Look at how stylish
    Men’s hair does sway
    On the head of Donald Trump
    Or Thierry Baudet

    All the royals
    Use the best hair oils
    Wrapped in tin-foils
    Blonde or brunette curls?

    Hair is a statement
    A sign of the times
    Global permdemic
    We dye for our crimes

    Like LA porn stars
    With Kardashing flare
    We all need nail salons
    Sunbeds, nice hair

    Suite hair nails watch
    Briefcase wallet
    Royal banker politician
    Make me want to vomit

    More cosmetics than a hooker
    You stupid mothercomber
    To open up the schnippers
    Just to style your fuckin’ look, err

    I’d rather look like cousin it
    Than resemble Baudet, piece of sh*t
    Shaved of any self respect
    Uniform behaviour check

    –Squintin Quarantino

  • Squintin Quarantino – Third Coming

    Third Coming
    Can you hear the clapping, my gums flappin’
    Moronic juicy rhymes keep the songs sap in
    Religion double tappin’ state talk crappin’
    Corona virus wave, another victory lappin
    Third coming
    Crowned for Easter
    Profit from misery is a sign of the beast (er)
    Baste the turkey with Brexit, the piss, Boris teks it
    You vote for rabid dogs and Brexit you get sick
    The virus, Zuck text it, fuck facebook and hex twit
    Take you bitcoin and shove it up your arse slit
    Who work for it, masses of energy, you tit
    No wonder Elon want Bitcoin to hit the ceiling
    Lao Tzu, Hegel and Machiavelli thieving
    Layers of capital, players and neigh sayers
    No socialist agenda to help or pay us
    Third coming
    Business class ass still got a thumb in
    Free ride capital, greedy market slummin’
    Mean motherfuckers own the means to living
    And I keep moaning, remaining, reframing
    Hot under the tongue, breath aiming flaming
    Wildfires
    From coast to coast
    Dumbos spread the virus like its jam on toast
    And my petty rhymes don’t even begin to roast
    Most the guests at the park who insult the host
    The planet’s not ours to save
    Greed stings like aftershave
    A curse on plague DJs who play the plague rave
    Greeting the third wave, go live in your cave
    Third coming
    In the air tonight like a song
    And I’m using a dolphin as a wake-shift bong
    You can thank Boris Trump Putin and Ping
    For the super spread of capital mutations this spring
    There’s a way out, forward, just look
    For the mutualist syndicalist anarchist book
    It may take a while, more destruction and bile
    We must crawl mile after mile after mile
    Eat that third shit sandwich and smile
    I know, my once tasty raps may seem vile
    Some raps snap like a crocodile
    Some traverse the Ganjes and Nile
    I’ve mysteries and manuals on file
    Spit a botticelli mosaic on your floor tile
    Suck satan off kitchen foil
    Cook up spies until they ready boiled
    Memories well oiled
    Serpent’s tooth and tail coiled
    Bed and pants soiled
    Poems loyal, dialed, dyed and royal real
    A bargain bop bonanza, a steel
    A wing on the third rail, another on the wheel
    Third coming
    Yower’ all-grow-ridim can’t latch me
    This patch is quilted with hatched ste
    Setting head fires with match key
    Game set seal, Adamski
    Born inwards Lee
    Burrows down to Gordon Brown’s downfall
    Gordon Bennet wrote it, I just float a bit
    Encircle, we mote it bee line for bass face distance sting
    Third Coming
    Ouch, like a corkwynder to our chops
    Like people without masks buying bog roll in shops
    Britain top of the pops
    But the band eating slops
    The Queen still banking and reaping our crops
    My flipper it flops, the bit penny drops
    From heaven or hell, or Giza cheops
    Capitals zit pops, death toll hit tops
    Exceptionally sexless brexit means worse off
    Oh well, so let’s make a mockery
    Come see my garden pond, deck chairs and rockery
    I fancy pigeons in my flockery
    Writs sound odd like socks, hurry
    In a global pandemic I’m sick like McFlurry
    Furry like mink
    Stinky like skunk
    Tuned up on Sun Ra and Thelonious Monk
    Third coming
    Like a trilogy
    We say three and in dutch it’s drie
    Wonton soup and cantaloupe with brie
    That predictive techx cunht catch flea
    Mimic my octopus, high me, fly me
    Word coming back from the grave
    Forgiveness, NHS not Jesus saves
    Eton enclaves and PPE chums
    Suck up resources and steal the last crumbs
    Tory Brexit death march to distant drums
    Oh diddums, it’s only a life
    Only a son, daughter, mother, father, husband or wife   
    Put down the knife, pick up the pen
    Write it out kids, let us begin
    Hideous crimes by this lying gangerino
    Pale when compared with Squintin Quarantino

      

  • A Pangolin Prayer – For World Pangolin Day 2021

    Exactly one year ago, I posted a blog for World Pangolin Day 2020, calling attention to the illegal Pangolin trade and the awful exotic animal market demand. Since then, I’ve spent time reading what I can find about Pangolin physiology and immunology, and progress in the challenging quest to discover the origins–and plot a prehistory of Sars Cov-2.

    Recent studies from the reputable, Francis Crick Institute, have raised the probability that the Pangolin is an intermediary species, or viral bridge between Bat Coronaviruses and Sars Cov-2 in Humans.

    Further research on the Bat Pangolin Human (cross-species transmission) plus recent papers on Mink mutations, and the flurry of new studies on the Human variants (the so called Kent/UK variant, South African Variant and the Brazilian variant) are all worthy of study. Sure, it’s a heavy load to digest. I can’t pretend to understand all of the findings, however one thing is crystal clear to me since February 2020, unless all nations review their relationships with animals and farming practice and the climate, immediately, novel pandemics will continue. I agree with Sujit:    
    “A post-pandemic historiography will surely be interdisciplinary, with critical, philosophical and collaborative engagement with scientists.–Sujit Sivasundaram, https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7717365/

    I urge you all to read the captivating, brilliant paper by Sujit Sivasundaram, a most detailed and broad, respectful overview of this remarkable creature and it’s reverence in traditional Chinese culture. Yes, go ahead, study the Pangolin in the context of virology and immunology and the possible–zoonotic leap–but also try to take a moment to consider their bigger picture, the pre-history culture, language art and folklore of these creatures. This context is important for discussions with any who claim Sars Cov-2 was made in, or escaped from a laboratory. Nobody has 100% certainty on the origins of the Sars Cov-2, however, like most things in history it’s down to a complex of origins.

    Something that struck me, when reading Sujit’s paper, is the respectful chant that the Pangolin poachers said aloud before killing one. This reflects other aboriginal and indigenous native people’s hunting traditions and prayer. In each, some kind of offering in word or deed or symbol is directed to that living thing which is killed to sustain them and their tribe. I consider the chant as a kind of–Lords Prayer–but in this case to the Pangolin gods, keep in mind that the traditional Chinese Pangolin poachers infused their chants with humour and puzzling poetic ambiguity. Here’s updated reverent chant for 2021, although I don’t intend to kill and eat any Pangolin.

    Pangolin Prayer
    Oh Pangolin, dear Pangolin
    I don’t want your meat
    Let’s walk under starlight
    Through mountains dancing feet
    Oh Pangolin, sweet Pangolin
    All horny and well armed
    Scales for immunity
    Balanced, unharmed
    Kaballavā, mulkodhu
    valdaranayā, æyā
    Forgive us lord Pangolin
    Please accept this prayer

    Perhaps we can extend these chants and poems (don’t call em’ roasts or toasts) to Bats and to Mink? Join me at my patreon project and help mutate these sacred chants into full blown audio/visual variants/odes.

    –Steve Fly

    “Despite the best efforts of scientists to understand the mechanisms through which this virus originated across species, the role of the historian is also critical in understanding the ‘spill-over’ of diseases, for the transference of zoonotic diseases now occurs more rapidly because of the way humans have altered nature over centuries. The mammalian orders that carry the vast majority of zoonotic diseases are rodents, bats and primates. Among the anthropogenic drivers of this transmission are human domestication of animals, human encroachment into habitats high in wildlife biodiversity, and the hunting of wild animals.18 Additionally, large-scale industrial farming is a problem because it produces genetically similar populations across which disease can spread quickly.” — Sujit, The Human, The Animal and the Prehistory of COVID-19.

    The question remains on how the pangolins became infected initially. Could it have been in their natural Southeast Asian environment, before being captured? The discovery of a new virus close to SARS-CoV-2 in bats in Cambodia supports this hypothesis, as Rhinolophus bats and pangolins can meet, at least occasionally, in caves in Southeast Asia. This strengthens the hypothesis that pangolin trafficking is responsible for multiple exports of SARS-CoV-2-like viruses to China.–https://nationalinterest.org/blog/reboot/virus-similar-covid-19-was-present-cambodia-early-2010-177739

    “For much of last year it spread quietly, then a cluster of patients infected with the virus carrying a H69/V70 deletion appeared in Denmark. This mutation was appearing in a version of the virus that was being passed from mink on farms to humans. While analysis showed the virus had mutated slightly to become more infectious to the animals, some early data suggested it was also less sensitive to antibodies contained in the blood serum of patients who had recovered from Covid-19.–https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20210127-covid-19-variants-how-mutations-are-changing-the-pandemic

    “The South China tiger (Panthera tigris amoyensis)and the Chinese pangolin(Manis pentadactyla),a scaly anteater, occupy ancient and important niches in the biologically diverse ecosystems of Chinese folk cosmology. Both animals are believed to have mysterious magical power and high medicinal value, and both are now under state protection.–https://www.jstor.org/stable/j.ctt6wr4f1

    “In Chinese legend pangolins are said to travel all around the world underground, and in the Cantonese language the name for pangolins translates to “the animal that digs through the mountain,” or “Chun-shua-cap,” which translates to “scaly hill-borer.”–http://www.edgeofexistence.org/species/chinese-pangolin/

  • Squintin Quarantino – Fuq Johnny English

    Phew, my words still gettin’ through?
    Lick-shot out the blue, spit split intwo
    What’s not and what’s true, where we and who you?
    Crew up and cue up, It’s time to break
    Beats rhymes lives against the lies and fakes
    Have your cake, eat it
    Take your drum, beat it, concrete it, congress
    Get us all out this fine mess

    I’ve my suspicions, a band of magicians
    Warrior poets spit like real politicians
    Surprise equals information, this message trans-nation
    Distinguish yourself with brain mouth
    Go North East West after south

    We don’t reject conspiracy
    It’s a culture mirror, see
    Sore the populist pimple burst
    Vote Leave, Britain first
    Military grade weapon thirst
    Grandma and grandpa in cross-fire cursed
    War on terror tools
    Turned on public, trolls breed fools

    Westword data dystopia flip
    UK US myopia drip
    Facts gone blurry, speech all slurry
    They’re not sorry, sacrifice health for money, finance slurry
    Artist’s hot-belly full of Crowley curry
    Ready to deliver, deep forest rushing river
    Music with goosebumps, songs to make you shiver
    Attacks on arts and cultural outliers
    Highlights its power over robot town criers
    They can defund us, rob all our heritage
    Turn our industry to mush with clot after clottage
    But there’s no stoppage in this heart-head wattage
    We sucked on acid, liquid and blottage

    Mind body peach poem, please keep sewin’
    Keep going, heart flowing, dip yer’ toe in
    Keep crowing, mowin’ writing scriptures and poems
    Am I not getting through?
    Rhymes melting like snow
    States and Business strike
    With sick price hike
    You’ve got the stage, give me the mic’

    All the best minds getting bought by Google
    Those in Government still playing fruggle, I play buggle
    It’s a juggle and muddle, face down in puddle
    We all need a cuddle and a double on the double
    Excuse my mumble
    As I fumble and grumble like a lung lost womble
    Let’s roll and tumble to this humbelly rumble
    From out the rubble a Ruby 
    Critical thinkers, old and newbie
    Where your crew be, Marquis DeSelby
    Equal life affirming and dazzling beauties 
    As, dystopian dark rap realist footsies
    Prospiracy a thing, it’s praise I sing
    With bells, whistles and a heap of RAW bling
    Secret cabals with mutualist goals
    Snowdon moles, reverse trolls
    A conspiracy of thrills, to fight ills
    Critical paranoia, canvas happy health pills
    Microchip to save climate, stop oil spills, rhyme it.

    Design science fiction, hard as DALL:E
    Empathic imagination to destroy Fox TV
    Post Q altruist narrative story, a constructive Tory
    Or constrictive lies in glory?
    What’s real, what’s not, judgement shakey?
    Spotted with Delores, god for fake me
    Poet for hire, bold from worst shire
    Save what you can from a cultural pyre

    You, me, us and them, all together mighty jam
    I’m Muslim, Christian, Jewish and Buddhist
    Let’s just eat, call ourselves foodist
    Don’t mean to sound rudest or crudest, no flu list?
    Let’s do this, spit it all out behind the mask
    Entertainment is a thankless task
    With a mammoth tusk we dance at dusk
    Smell musk and taste upper apple crust husk
    Sell optimism in bulk using incredible talk
    Whistle beatbox and walk, be like gulls and squark
    Murray Gell Man on Quarks, complex skid Mark

    All religions be twain
    With secular society, to gain
    Paths to unity through rain blame game pain main
    Junction of voicebox flame
    Enchanted hot tales fly off in flocks
    Think out the box, outfox the fucks
    Modular tools for new building blocks
    Fight crooks with books, avoid kooks and spooks
    Be like Dr Spock, rock the spot
    Put sincerity in snot, go process TTOTT

    I am you and you are me
    Get it bruv, time for tea
    In your shoes, in my head, can’t get you, what she said
    What they say, whatta’ they say, what you say
    I say, me say, you say?
    We all stand together
    United workers, sympathetic sisters
    Downtrodden, vulnerable, minorities, grafters
    Sing it loud from the rafters
    This poem aircraft us, all the gods never left us
    And the planet can sustain, it must
    It’s all resources for all, or bust
    I’m down rabbit hole with hands out, trust
    Come together with zest
    Build community chest with others, the rest
    Invite them as guests to build empathy nests
    Sew em’ big boy pants and bullet proof texts

    Texts for sanity, for gravity, humanity
    A global village to avert world calamity
    Calm salt sea science speak seriously
    Science friction fractured actual factually
    Manufactured fragments feed back to me
    Turn index with psychic appendectomy
    I use my decks you see
    Turn-tables to fables mystery seeking that unity story
    Be it romance or gory, Labour, Tory

    Attention apprehension by marketing hench-men
    Forgot to mention our invention,
    Disbelief suspension
    Storyboard adventure to wonderland ascension
    Keep em’ reading with tension
    God’s murder at the conspiracy convention 
    Form and function my contention
    Dutch sandwich, meet heads for luncheon

    Come play
    Make space communism gay
    Roll in the hay and say, yes way, this way
    Do you own nothing, are you happy
    Or own everything and sad
    Join the fight for the good fight, you’ll be glad
    Familiar like Dad
    I’m puttin’ the fly in the gad
    Dishing up beats, rad 
    I’ve been here in the arts lab since a wee’ lad
    I dislike Johnny English, Mr dithering Beano’
    I prefer John Le Carre cuz’ I’m Squintin Quarantino 

  • Squintin Quarantino – Unherd Of Covidiot Media.

    Squintin ain’t flinchin’ at the quack mob preachin’
    Covidiot ravers should be sent to plague island, bitchin’
    Lapsed Christian football thugs, fake gangsters, mugs
    Snot nosed middle no-class kids, rotten gammon luggs
    Y’all need some drugs, you give cannabis a bad name
    You organize on Facebook and then criticise same
    No moral compass, no empathy, y’all wampie’s
    The sheep you see in others, led by Donkeys

    I’m no fan of Rutte, that benefits scandalous slut
    Squintin’s been critiquin’ while unherd truthers tweekin’
    I come to wrap you muddafuckers around the wreakin’
    Tongue on fire, heart desire, meme-warfare be speakin,
    Last and next weekend, your damn lies piss takin’
    You organize and support superspreader events
    Crazy rogue serial Qillers, alt-right media savants
    I’ll serve you up like ham-kass croissants
    When my eyes get hot cross, I swing vision with passions          

    Ongehoord, whores and hard-right horrors
    Support for Engles, Bidet and Wilders
    Ongonize on Facebook, Arnold Karskens, bald fuck
    Nasty populists like Trump and Farrage,
    All white hate and populist brainwash-anon mirage
    No funding for anti-fascism, just geld to verk’ for Shell
    What’s that corporate capitalist market research smell?
    Preying on the disenfranchised and the vulnerable
    Stirring up racial tension, Zwarte Pete, abominable

    Branch Covidiots and faithful maskless masses
    Gather in superspreader groups and speak out their asses
    And the police state expands, to kettle the unherd
    Shouting Freedom, dumb dumb minds to mush and turds  
    Hot Yoga Engels can shove it up his hot chakras
    Lange Frans, go dance alone in crap circles at black-mass
    From the demented world of Bannon and Sarkov
    The new Dutch right media can shut up and fuck off.
    I’ve a message for all branch covidian media
    Pack your shit like Trump, I ain’t scared of yer’

    –Squintin Quarantino.

  • Squintin Quarantino – Oven Ready Squeal

    Not with bang but a whimper, lost my temper
    Turn time to tempo, praise Bon Po
    Buddhist buddies come on, let’s go
    Li Po, leapfrog, ego, lap-dog, lap top, tap-tap, sap head, drip drop

    Murder most horrid Boris mutates covid
    Killers on the loose, infodemic noose fervid
    Truth’s not in news, chief commissioner of tours
    Lewer and skewer fact straight down sewers
    …We need more growers, sewers and flowers
    Sewers in sewers and so on it sours (my taste buds) 
    …Flowers with flowers, word is born, spore spawn (I could flow on for hours)

    You want rhymes about me
    What I do….what I see (fly on)
    My opinion, looking through a dark-glass onion
    It hurts to reflect, like hot crossed bunions
    “Hehe, yeah, SQ’s a funnyion
    Wonky sightsee wanky world pie eye on
    Any dope shit I’ll be there like…(flies on)

    Are you surprised hun, look to the skies sun
    Rattle of raps, like a cow’s tongue flaps (pun)
    Words get bended, letters they splendid’
    I sit on your satire, as no pun in ten did (we mend it)
    Hate, unfriend it
    I’m going round the bend with the Zen end pundit
    Lies, unfund it, Raab Convid Nazbitt
    Like Norman Tebit, Mason Verger, rude serve it (room service)
    Secret dis-service, church surface to air mad circus. 

    That smell cumming from the Bullington club
    Like acrid sulphur shit coke from a spoonz pub
    Tory stink toilet brick stank up the bog
    Not a priti smell, cummings wreak of reek Mogg (false fog?)
    More pricks than hedgehog, a tsarist tsig-tsog, zig zag tsog blog
    Chumocracy, toxic crack rock economy
    Hollow heart symphony, syphon off PPE
    I’m with Public Enemy, “stay the fuck away from me”
    Conservatives spaff’ cash and endanger our family

    Bozo, more U-bends than Putin’s wife
    Dither and delay cost 100’000 life
    With a mouth full of fevers, empowered by leavers
    His fowl behaviour, praised Trump as our saviour
    Cummings in his ear, in his rear eye mouth
    Follow that fucker and we all fall south (of heaven)
    He’s putting Brits in the oven, hand over gloven,’
    Ready mi ready, just cooked another dozen
    Go tell your ma’, your sister and cousin
    Squnitin’s gone cursin’ in wonkyverse versin’ (dispersin)
    infected, with novel rip-rap-arona’
    Injected with poets for a whole new personae (to cajole ya’)
    rap-rona round the globe
    Raw Joyce Popper poppin’ in yer’ frontal lobe’

    Make laughter infectious again
    Fake letter in fact a pain
    Fact the pain away, with rainbow come rain
    Babies in feeding trough, old forgotten, Gorbachov
    I’m snookered at the turntable, Squintin like rack man in-off
    Boom time for vultures, payday for toffs   
    I hope they all choke on kamikaze moths

    –Squintin Quarantino

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  • Squintin Quarantino: Mink Differently

    Pontoon…that’s twenty twenty one
    Put yer’ mask on, big task ahead son
    SQ Raps, with zoonotic curses
    A pox on capitalists, flock of bats in these verses
    Swoop down with sonor into your town
    James Brown on the speakers (get up, get down)
    The message I got and medium hold it
    Warped my mind, cosmos enfolded (tongue molded)
    My joint hold it
    That weed, sold it, green like Kermit,
    supreme vermin, sermon turnin’
    R-number determine the respect that you earnin’ (Zero?)
    …I’m showing concernin’
    Shut the fucking zoos and the schools, get learnin’

    I look in mirror, and tap the sink
    Double tap my head, think mcfly think
    These rhymes on pages, unpublished gauges
    For Le’ Mink I beg forgiveness from gods and sages
    Animal trade brings a shit parade
    Unless, in a lab, you think the virus made 
    They farmed fur and fucked with the wrong mink
    They picked the wrong Pangolin, wrong day, wrong drink
    Now humanity caged, we all enraged (klink klink)
    Klink klink
    You put Mink and Pangolin and Bats in cages
    Farm anything that walks, now the virus engages
    Pelts and coats and eyebrows and soup
    These mistakes not so man-kind, the guilty group (shot the coup)
    You eat Bat Pangolin soup you die
    You farm mink in squalour, boxed in you pay
    Their natural habitat is 7 miles wide
    They nurse their young on milk, down their burrow, inside
    Netherlands, Denmark and US breed em’
    Kill them, skin them, sell them and bleed them
    Gone done it now, since pig sheep and cow
    Back to bite you in the ass, better fast write a vow
    The wrong Pangolin and bat-mink farms
    The wrong politician and brats test our calms
    When the wrong human spread the wrong virus
    Cull in Denmark, our fault (I’d fire us)
    Like a bat out of hell you’ll be mourning till’ the morning comes
    I’m not surprised, got a gravestone on my drums
    Pull your mind out the slums (hums)
    Rise up with empathy, let it go, plums
    Covid dumbos suck like a thousand jumbos
    Wishful thinking, booze, god, where the mind goes
    Rhymes runnin’ like yer’ nose in a snot green garden
    Overflow hose with this prose keg yer’ pardon

    Practically shut the Zoo, we haven’t any clue
    How far up David Icke’s Rabbit hole do you have to goo
    Until you smell the bull poo, I ask you?
    Study mammals, the variants, tell parents
    Mammalian pathology and Mink/Pangolin physiology
    Check my methodology, questions, juss’ holla G.
    You believe a bio-flu made in a lab just for you
    Why shut a zoo when it’s Bill Gates crew in Wu
    Antivaxx anti-lockdown virus madness crew, fuck you
    I spit compassion for Mink, you just share sick stink
    Common sense and decency on the brink
    National health crisis, you’re brainwashed like Isis
    Killing just as many, your poor mum dad or granny
    Boris Johnson is a pure fanny
    These dead-pan notes are not funny
    Far right thugs and Facebook groups
    Conmen and victims, all fodder for troops
    Caught in the cross-fire, a zoonotic virus
    I put my hands in the air, but nobody would hire us, they fire us!
    Check the papyrus
    2020 vision I got it
    Published in March, I got a fly in my bonnet
    This is no sonnet but if you sun it you get it
    Vitamin DJ, TJ hooka’ beat smell it
    Don’t forget stay fit, still dance and move your feet
    Be discreet with your raps don’t write all caps
    I’m like a Pangolin army walkin’ through cat-flaps
    Flapping chops, cutting drops, wearing a bat bra singing four-tops
    Turvey, squirrely surely shirley, upside down inside from scurvy
    These liars unnerve me, chumocracy dirty
    I’ve been saying this since I was twenty or thirty
    Always wash your hands before eating at the canteeno’
    The virus invisible, I’m Squintin Quarantino

    They put animals and people in cages
    Profited from misery throughout ages
    Confuse health message as illness rages
    The tabloid right wing news-reaper pages
    Have I got news for you
    This shit started in a make-shift wet zoo in Wu
    The chinese contained it, but some tourists plained it
    And some tourists plained it, and some tourists plained it
    Skiers and first-world upper-class dummies
    Picked up corona for a ride to their cities
    Those living in crown cuckoo land, can’t understand what’s new
    A new virus, previously unknown and that much is true
    Faith salespeople and cheats pounce like vultures
    I make word sculptures, music and cultures
    You turn natural disaster into a man-made catastrophe
    By not taking the scientific consensus seriously
    Toilet papers hordes and 5G nutspiracy, embarrass me, callous me?
    Qanon, wake up son, they’re lying about who’s lying
    I’m flowing here trying to keep from sighing
    Singing not crying, walking not flying 
    There’s no denying, right wing leaders cause more dying
    Look at New Zealand and Wuhan, which communist buying?
    First world white capitalist faith-based disaster
    Exceptionalism, conceit makes the virus spread faster
    All the Trump Bolsonaro Bozo incompetence
    Is reflected in numbers, the death and mere pitence
    Largest military and best health care facilities
    Can’t be used to help the people because their for-profit utilities
    Public funds into private purses
    What are you stupid or something, can’t understand these verses
    You’ve been robbed, raped, thraiped and tortured
    They stole the land, the trees, the air from our orchard
    And although its awkward we must walk forward
    For word brings hope and a rant helps my veggies steam
    Environment a melting ice-cream, it doth seem, ripped at the seam
    Tripped over the dream back to the future nightmare
    But I’m awake, ready for the fight, who’s up and out there?
    I’m here training in my yellow submarino’
    Staring at Faceblock, Squintin Quarantino

    –Squintin Quarantino

    See 2020: Squintin Quarantino

  • The Fat Emperor Wears No Mask


    Emperor – the sovereign or supreme male monarch of an empire. Tsar, Czar, Kaiser, Fuhrer. a.k.a: Unscientific delusion of divine authority.

    Chief Covid skeptic, Ivor “Fat Czar” Cummins replied to me on twitter with: “go back to your drums, unscientific steve,” which is funny and helped me to better clarify my position and criticism.

    I, Steve Fly, a.k.a Unscientific Steve, do not make claims of the real absolute truth, or to know about the only real reality. I do not…claim empirical truth in my work and I don’t claim supreme sovereign power, I’m no Bloated Kaiser and hope to distinguish myself–right here–from that gang, or those in support of his cult of personality. After playing some killer’ chops in ⅞ time and my usual warm up paradiddles, ruffs, diddles, doubles, singles, triples and konnakol rhythmic exercises I powered-up my senses, and I now sense well marketed faith-based ideology, cloaked in the language of critical thinking, ala’ some threads of Qanonsense: do your own research, followed by….”meanwhile, I have the only truth, Ive’ all the keys to reality, follow me, subscribe! Check my book if you wanna’ live.” 

    To my tobacco stained taste buds, Ivor Cummins and his devout devotees and followers are tripped up by the promotional and marketing campaigns that surf on trumpeting claims to practice science, yet communicate in a language of faith-based, superstition, leaning toward medieval dull platitudes. Cummins repeatedly claims the “Real Truth, Real Data and Real Reality.” Why is he shouting so much, his background in corporate marketing coming through? Scientists with integrity don’t have to shout like the Fat Emperor, or shouldn’t have too either. They progress through corroborated evidence, e.g: masks work, social distancing and lockdowns work and vaccines work. This reflects the status quo according to the science. Masks, lockdowns and vaccines are true in a practical sense because they work, demonstrably, it’s foundational physics, chemistry, biology and mathematics. The big T Truth Cummins claims is weak, his Emperor status is untestable, alike the majority of dogmatic conclusions garnered from selected works, that in themselves hold merit. A popular corporate marketing technique used by populists in 2020.

    I’m with Karl Popper on this, “Hypotheses cannot be proven to be true, they can only be falsified.” And here’s Ivor, claiming big T Truth and big R Reality, with worrying wafts of the great awakening and reset tumbling up my sensitive nostrils. Ivor(y) Tower Ivor, claims to know all about the thousands of experiments and papers and studies to conveniently fit his consistent general premise: masks don’t work, anti-lockdown doesn’t make a difference, and vaccines are not to be trusted. He’s cherry picking his guests like how an Emperor packs his court, to support his public puzzlement, putting the juicy pieces together on his podcast, spouting unfounded conclusions.

    My advice is, if he wants his followers and critics and the scientific worldwide community to take him seriously, then he should drop the messiah complex and consistent dogmatic faith-based claims of supreme sovereignty. If Ivor were a satirist I’d give the Fat Emperor brand a thumbs up, pretty funny joke, but he’s not, he claims empirical absolute truth and sells his brand, based on a logical fallacy, to his devout followers. He’s right about fats and sugar though. Oh, I get it, Fat Emperor, to mean he’s the sovereign supreme white male monarch of Fatburgs?  

    Burp….Kisht-ti-coo / kisht-ti-coo / kisht-ti-con

    –Unscientific Steve.  

    p.s In the tradition of Popper, in some sense I’m strengthening the opposing arguments above, if the devout believers could get down off their high horse and look the facts in the face. Please, take a peek at this paper on Science and Pseudo Science, get up in the game. 
    https://plato.stanford.edu/archives/spr2015/entries/pseudo-science/