Evan Hawthorn's Blog

Evan Hawthorn's Blog
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Sunday, December 21, 2025

Another Othered Nightmare Before Christmas...




...a Trail of Terror

by
Alfonso the Mouse


🎄📽️🐁🍪

*

so let's invent some
ridiculously evil thing,

like say,
a hate crazed mass murderer
shooting people
at
a wedding celebration
(smack in the midst of a 24/7 deluge of wall to wall leavened up close and personel eulogies for those who actually matter caring unsparing Australian fanfare).

and then,
one upping Stephen King,

we'll throw in

offing
some little ones,

to take away
their
pale railed
humanity bailed

(Coalition Willing the Killing)

"freedom" doomed

(never exhumed)

barely just blooming dreams.

*

but wait,
let's make it even more
ridiculously evil,

hurtling down
that
sickly flickering
blood
slicked
road
even farther.

let's set the scene at a bombed out school
compassionately housing
displaced people,

who've already suffered untold

(dependably uncounted) horrors
and
are living out of
bags and handouts,
with
terror sewn into their seams.

that's just about perfect.

*

now, to make it truly believable,

who could our villains possibly be?

an imaginary "anti-Semitist"

(that newly redefined
profit mined term
for
people who defend themselves
by
taking up arms against an illegal occupation,

bringing to mind,
say,

Thomas Jefferson,

Nelson Mandela,

Ho Chi Minh,
Crazy Horse
or
Che Guevara?
)

of course not.

for one thing,
they're still respecting
the
newly redefined "ceasefire"

(in which only
the
intended victims
are
expected to submit
)

as
currently (enforcingly) overlooked
by
the "we-define-who-gets-to-be-people"
nation hooded "goodness" gating
privilege sated
respect for others (oh! so) dated

Hollywood plated murder prorating

racism skating United States.

*

what about ISIS,

recently desanctioned
and
"handsomely" rechristened,

murdering off
in spits and starts

the last remnants
of
Alawites, Christians and Druze,

so conveniently
enabled by the (offstage) stabled
CIA and MI6,

handily knocking
the last
unbeholden regime in Syria
the
hell out of the way?

no,
they're way too subtle,

carefully shying away
from
drawing attention
to
their mayhem.

(for 🐭 i'm ever so certain
they've been
judiciously warned 🦅
against
just that sort of thing.
)

*

how about the RSF,

busy wiping out
half the population
in
torn apart Sudan,

their weapons shipped in
by the gold swapping
oil splurching
(UK economy floating)
monarchist pals
of
the ring of winking oligarchs

slinking behind
those

hosed, dozed
and
sinking

delusion blinking

elective screens?

but that's the problem right there,

what with the
(African seamed) mainstreamed blackout

who would know
whether or not
their
murderous blight
might
fit the bill?

(besides, they keep incinerating their most unpleasant evidence.)

*

no,

we all know which villains
could
make our trailed tail

holy believable.

and sure enough,
they're the ones

who verily accomplished it only yesterday;

the world's most famous
genocidal assassins

proudly loudly
and
lavishly flourished

by the mocked democracy
and
crushed independence

of the morally bankrupt

COLLECTIVE West.

🥀
🐾



Friday, December 12, 2025

* ~ * * ~ * ~ the Twelfth Hell of Christmas Present ~ * ~ * * * ~ * ~ * ~ * * ~ * ~ (a Tolling of Slaying Bells) ~ * ~

*
and then, exposed to winter winds
blowing through a flimsy tent,

not to mention
the
outright evil
hosed by

the last days of earth perched
ultimate dearth
of
a "Christianity" crowed
connection boned

"intelligence" droned

(framed and censored
"homeland" phoned)

violence crowned
pride crutched
and "democracy" posed

love for others ditched

profit clutched COLLECTIVE West,

another precious life
left bereft
our
atrophied arms.

*


Thursday, November 27, 2025

Mourning Thanksgiving (a Canticled Uncanting) * ~ * ~ * ~ [a poem found at the end of a 🥖 scanty trail of crumbs left by some other who's houseless mouse. 🐁]:






*

and then on Thanksgiving,
the United States bombed Somalia
for the hundred and second
time this year,

because,

obviously,

and contrary to the ridiculous
"Thanksgiving" myth

(in which
holier than thou
subscribers to 'whiteness',

taking a break
from burning their victims alive,

allowed the "devilish savages"
to sit at table
with
their insistently protected wives

- this time opting not
to get them drunk
in order to more easily
chop off their heads
for mounting on the pikes
festooning their stolen "homeland"
Christendom havened
warning emblazoned gates

- and merely broke bread with them


(incidentally giving Abraham Lincoln
a marvelous device
for hanging a torn asunder
bruised and battered
uncivil thundered
nation hooding
(we control the "goods")
pride gliding speech upon

in another darkest hour
fraying the Novembers past
disremembered embers
))

and incredulously stretching
the
failed reflection
of contrariness even further...

in
complete
perverted disavowal

of the rumoured words
of that reactionary
peace loving
long haired radical
their unexamined pretenses
based the cracked case
for
their (delusion contusioned
domination templed
other peoples' independence
exceptionally unexampled

best of the west invested
unrivaled litany of
unadmitted mass murder
)

resolutely unrepentant
humanity ditched

in god we trussed
nuclear stitched
high tech clutched
graspings thereupon,

the United States fails to see

any (quarterly interest bearing) "value"

in the lives of "others."

*

on that same crisp morning,
another unsuspecting group
of under"valued" "others"

were still mourning
a prominent clan leader
and devoted husband

revered for his efforts
at peacemaking,

who was on his way home
from a visit with
the president of Puntland,

a semi-autonomous state
that considers itself
to be part of Somalia,

a poor bedraggled land
the still at large
(ordered border hoarding
social uplift unaffording
diplomacy discording
bullying and lording
)
failed democracy
that
usurped the name of an entire hemisphere

can't seem to keep itself from terrorising,

when a drone came out
of
a lovely blue sky

and incinerated him.

*

not very far from that
coveted "point of interest"

in yet another
grievously tortured land

denied any vestige
of sovereignty
or dignity

where even the simple grace
of recognising
a genocide
can't seem be traced

a blistered and cold
emotionally exhausted child

in the tatters of another year's
too small coat

huddled in the corner
of a wind shaken tent

without even
the frail comfort
fading from
a
one-eyed teddy bear

(lost the last time
they had to flee
)

took it into
his
still fluttering heart

to whisper 'ameen.'

*


(passed along
in the buddy can't you spare
a person or an unpersoned
dime haunted chimes
of
a 'self' obsessed tin dinned
sin winded time
🪽
by
- Alfonso the Wisened Mouse 🐾)



Thursday, October 16, 2025

who would have thought? (a nightmare glanced)







when you step back and look at it
it's ever so surreal.

who could have imagined,
back when we were
knee high to a grasshopper's sigh,

being indoctrinated into
the "Freedom & Democracy"
utterly groundless Hollywood confounded
crocked mockery
of
actual independence,

that one day we'd be sharing grim reports
on the many thousands of corpses

being dragged out from under
the COLLECTIVE West blessed
imprisonment of entire cities,

ritually starved
and
pounded into rubble

on the unanimously chimed dime
of the very profit bidden
colonial middened
zombie parties
of
corporate operatives

we were taught to flip
our safely drained
of
consequential
difference unto "others"

irredeemably irreflective
elective coins for,

those closeup focused,
(hocus stoked us)
progressively conformist,

domination hoarded,
pew framed
and
choir lorded,

delusion bordered
conscienceless "ordered"

utterly devoid
of
honest humanity

soulless servants of Death himself?



Tuesday, July 29, 2025

the ripped seams of seeming's dreams

 (an infoem by Evan Hawthorn) 




contrary to what the hocused focus laced imaginary "news" tells you, actions
set off by the willing and rewarded servants of the rogue and lawless United
States have consequences.

so, back in June, an English teacher, peace activist and former soccer player 
was detained at the San Francisco airport, on his way to an interfaith speaking tour, the kind of good will gig Hollywood pretends "freedom" defends.

so, as one might have come to expect, without explanation from the so-called "authorities," another brown man was sent back to his stolen homeland, which, of course, the United States feels it has the right to usurp, so it can maintain it's paid assassin occupiers have the "right to exist" thereupon.

meanwhile, a notorious murderous settler, who was once the subject of sanctions, lifted this year by the current precedented president of said United States (that place that famously insists "others" are better off dead), went on a rampage yesterday in a defenceless little village in the South Hebron Hills, and murdered a poor and tired deported peace activist

no longer surrounded
by
huddled learning yearnings.

*

another precious light,
taken from us,

simply out
of
soulless spite

(might made right's
midnight blight.)

*

American Dream,
we bid thee good night.

*

Saturday, July 12, 2025

another mourning morning





*

another mourning morning

for this, thy neighbour
and
that one,

loved as thineself;


*

for the mexicano farm worker
(in his actual homeland)

who'd gathered profit cropped vegetables
for
a bare pittance,

and,

chased by Pilot's
pure race centurions,

fell to his premature death

*

and that sweet gentle fellow
at
the Florida 
ice cream shop,

who'd gone 
to visit relatives
in
another stolen homeland;

beaten to death
by
pure race settlers
(American style)

and kept from 
his family
and
 the healing arts
by
 Herod's IDF

(which is to say
empirically taxed
junior
pure race centurions)

until he'd breathed
his
ragged last;

*

all part of the COLLECTIVE West's

relentless unrepentant
humanity digressed;

always playing
the
same damned tune...

'we're better than the rest;

of "we" we sing,

"white" people must own everything!'

*

- Evan Hawthorn

(the eight mourning after the rockets' red glare, 2025)





Thursday, July 3, 2025

another stolen sunrise




another sunrise 
stolen
from
the sealed eyelids
of a hundred and thirty-nine
precious fragile gifts,

outright murdered overnight
by Freedom & Democracy™;

another 487 souls grievously wounded,
desperately searching
through the
US/UK/France & Germany
judiciously appropriated
anti-Semitism vaxxed
conscience axed
Judas taxed
unrepentant ruins
of
battered and tortured
hospitals unstaffed

for the rumoured shreds
of shattering humanity

left on the racist
road to perdition
by
the wagon circling
responsibility shirking
tattered soul lurking

"US" against the rest COLLECTIVE West.

- Evan Hawthorn, the third of July, 2025

Friday, January 10, 2025

"dust to dust (a toting of the score)"

 


*🐚

and then another pair
of unaccountable war criminals,

competing with Hitler and Leopold II
for the pale railed
ourselves we hailed

Genocide Prize,

passed into the
dearth of humanity's

ashes heaping sea,

where failed conscience weeps
in
the 'Free Press' redacted
mainstreamed and distracted

phone staked and raked
framing sweeps
of
consciousness tamed
(
honesty waned)
connection drained

(
loneliness creeping)

golden rule shuttered

identity focused
nothingness buttered

bordered conformist
'our success' ruddered

(
history stuttered)

uttering deeps of forgetfulness,

*

ceaselessly reaped
by
profit hopped
patriotism sopped

(
stolen 'homeland' cropped)

selective freedom's
reality unrealing

violence sealing
compassion's ceiling

lost respect for 'others' congealing

'self' dealing
(
creeded needing)

toasted Earth's
depletion seeding
(
'progress' weeding)

manunkind extinction deeding

Demicon~Republorant
(
seeming's seaming)
'our community'
standards teaming

censor styed
and
AI eyed

only things matter

heedless seeping into sleep;


*

laying down their souls to keep

that
"long starless midnight of racism and war" (MLK),

reeled in by 'elective' 'winners'
of
imaginary 'democracy'

in that "us" against the rest, 'American' score.


*

- Evan Hawthorn 🌿
(the tenth sunrise in yet another repetitive new yeared guise)