Labor Day For The Unemployed!

striking workers in front of Trump Taj Mahal in Atlantic City, NJ

 

At the risk of repeating myself, I repeat myself.

“Happy Labor Day! Now Here’s Your Pink Slip!”

September 1, 2014

Revel starts shutdown Monday after just 2 years

ATLANTIC CITY, N.J. (AP) — The most spectacular and costly failure in Atlantic City’s 36-year history of casino gambling begins to play out Monday when the $2.4 billion Revel Casino Hotel empties its hotel.

Revel is shutting down a little over two years after opening with high hopes of revitalizing Atlantic City’s struggling gambling market.

Revel will be the second of three Atlantic City casinos to close in a two-week span. The Showboat Casino Hotel closed its doors Sunday, and Trump Plaza is closing Sept. 16.

Now, as you can see, I posted this back in 2014 when Atlantic City casinos were shuttering their doors in unprecedented numbers and here we go again. In October, yet another ‘Trump’ casino will close its doors, putting thousands of Atlantic city residents out-of-work. So, I say, “Happy Labor Day! Now, here’s your pink slip!”

What a wonderful way to celebrate a tribute to workers; give them a pink slip and tell them to file for unemployment because even though this casino is no longer affiliated with Donald Trump, it still bears HIS name and so in essence, Trump is still playing the game, “You’re Fired!” America, have you no clue how ‘fired’ you are going to be if Trump descends to the presidency? This man has made billions by investing fake money into real estate schemes that bear his name and then when the business starts to go belly up, why he sucks everything out of it in bankruptcy proceedings, thus leaving the rank-and-file to pick up the pieces of their lives, the best way they can. Correct me if I am wrong, but how many of us could continuously get away with filing bankruptcy after bankruptcy and then proceed to amass fortune after fortune off just our name and abscond with the profits when the shit hits the fan and then off to another profitable venture, we go? Not a damn one of us and that’s for sure!

And Americans have the nerve to wonder why they are fucked up? Don’t wonder. Just look around at who continues to thumb their billions in your face while you land on your face after having worked your ass off for decades; only to be thrown out like yesterday’s stinking garbage.

Trump Taj Mahal closing would further darken A.C.’s South Inlet
The announced closing of Taj Mahal came shortly after one of Atlantic City’s biggest successes in the past two years — the reopening of Showboat in July.

Straub is still in the process of trying to get Revel reopened.

“It’s two steps forward, three steps backwards,” said Richard Perniciaro, director of the Center for Regional and Business Research at Atlantic Cape Community College.

Perniciaro said the proposed closing of the Taj combined with the pending referendum on casinos in North Jersey in November could discourage residential and commercial investment in the resort.

The Taj Mahal has gone through five(5) bankruptcy proceedings; that’s FIVE! And get this, the employees who had a stake in the success of this casino have lost their health benefits and their pension and so does anyone wonder why statistics state that Atlantic City, NJ has one of the nation’s highest foreclosure rates? And yet, ‘white’ male vultures with loads of money are waiting in the wings to snatch up the property of the soon-to-be former workers of the Taj Mahal casino. And we don’t need a revolution? Where are these people going to live? Have you visited Atlantic City lately? I was there in 2013 and I can tellya, it was like nothing I had ever seen. People were coming up to me on the boardwalk, yelling in my face to, “Give me a dollar!” I had to produce my stun gun, pepper spray to send them running. When I was heading into a liquor store right off the boardwalk, women were standing in font of the liquor store, shoving their children up to strangers to get them to beg for money as they entered and exited the liquor store. The salesclerk stated that it is a huge problem, but what can they do because as soon as they shoo them away, they come right back. I can only imagine what it is like now, because that was before the recent shuttering of many casino doors. Crime has got to be off the charts. Homelessness, we know is off the charts because with foreclosure rates skyrocketing, where are those people who once had homes, living? Right! In a box.

This is what this country is descending into; a nation of abject poverty stricken people with no means, no jobs and no hope and here we have two candidates for president that are the epitome of hopelessness for the masses. We have a candidate that has filed bankruptcy more times than I can count and who deliberately goes about attempting to stir up racists and bigots while on the other hand, we have ‘Pantsuits Warmonger Killar E. Clinton’ who never saw a drone it didn’t like and is itching to be the commander-in-chief to continue to provoke the Russians and the Chinese into war.

But we are about to celebrate Labor Day? For real? Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit! And yet, I cannot help but think that the poem I wrote for Labor Day 2014 is just as relevant now as it was then. Enjoy!

The Atlantic City Labor Day Blues!

For 30 years, I’ve punched that clock
and now on Labor Day, I get to take stock
of a life of labor that could end any day
and the sad fact is, I can’t pay my own way.

In the unemployment line, here I stand.
I’ve joined the ranks of the sad, holding out my hand,
not for a hand-out, because I’ve paid my dues.
So don’t give me no lip, walk a mile in my shoes!

How long will it take me to get back on my feet
and fulfill my obligations, I’ve deadlines to meet?

I’m out to pound the pavement ’cause winter won’t wait.
The lights must stay on and the rent cannot be late.

What a Labor Day it is here in Atlantic City.
It’s not going well for me, Labor Day is kind of shitty!

©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

So yeah, Happy Labor Day!

I Am Lost And In Despair!

overwhelmed

I don’t know what to say, as usual.
The things I want to do never get done.
What I need to do always takes precedence
and I am always left to wonder and to question
just why my life has to be tied up with others
to the point where I can never do for me
the things I think I need to do for my peace of mind?
Why I have not caved and fallen and is down for the count,
I know not why because it is not for want of heavy burdens.
I cannot even bring myself to weep for my tear ducts are dry
and the sad part is that I am not getting any younger,
though I am put upon as though I am in the first bloom of youth.
Never is there any help extended to me, nor arms open to receive me.
There are only urgent matters of others that fall into my lap
waiting to be dealt with by me…always me…only me.
I am running out of time for me since me is always last.
A long, ragged breath held for an eternity must escape
but to where? To where? I am lost and in despair.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

This one probably doesn’t make any sense because I am just so goddamn tired, it’s unreal. I never made it to Baltimore. I got as far as Madison, WI and was in a hotel room recuperating from driving that far when I received a phone call from a hospital stating that my cousin had been hit by a train and had a fractured skull, broken neck, broken back and broken leg and that he was alert and aware and was being prepped for surgery. He fell off the train platform right directly in the path of an oncoming train.

I realize that I am probably feeling self pity for me and that I should just be thankful that my cousin is alive and is expected to make a full recovery…..after extensive rehab, of course. But once more, plans that I had made were, dare I say….derailed? It is quite obvious to me that I am not supposed to make my next stand in Baltimore for why would such a horrendous thing have happened right at the time that I was en-route? I give! I fucking give!

Love Yourself, No Matter What!

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She looked at the world through a veil of tears.
She felt she’d wasted so many years.
Her enemies hung her out to dry.
They told her, she would never fly.

With broken wings, she fell to the ground
and she never uttered a sound.
She accepted the lies they told.
She bought everything they sold.

She would stop after each false start;
afraid to follow her own heart.
She blamed the shit in her life on fate;
felt she’d waited ‘til it was too late.

Life had surely passed her by.
And she never questioned, “Why?”
But what she failed to understand
is that life can never, ever be planned.

There are pitfalls and highs and lows,
and those you think are friends are foes.
Never settle for second best.
You’ll feel cursed and you’ll feel blessed.

So love yourself, no matter what.
Hold your head up girl and strut!
Turn, “I can’t!” into “Yes, I can!”
And stop listening to the lies of man!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

 

There is so much goddamn shit going on in my life right now that I had begun to doubt myself and my strength because as much as I rail against the injustices I see perpetrated against the innocent every single day, I felt impotent. I have let myself become jaded, pessimistic and my attitude became that of a defeatist. I wondered what happened to my fire; to my spirit. Had all that makes me ,me, fled? I truly felt so! Have I recovered? No, but I am working on it! I will pick myself up, dust myself off and so long as there is breath in my body, what weapons are at my disposal, I will use them to fight back. I will not surrender to defeat! Never!

Baltimore Is The New Detroit!

water

Baltimore is the new Detroit!
Let the water games begin.
The poor will have no water.
And to the elite, another win.

Their rents are high, their income’s low.
But wait, there’s more to come.
Baltimore, you’re the new Detroit
that’s getting burned by elitist scum!

Twenty-five thousand residents
will have no water soon.
The cops are on their ass
and so is Mayor Coon!

Give a shout out for the Guard
when the water goes off for good.
Lock those goddamn folks up now.
Just go through every neighborhood!

Kick ‘em while they’re down.
They’ll never recover from this
Nor will they riot again.
There’ll be no flush for when they piss.

Those of you who are not Black
what if this were happening to you?
Would you take it up the ass
and just decide that it’s your due?

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Crackdown on unpaid water bills will involve 600 shutoffs a week

Turn-offs of delinquent water accounts began on Monday and will center on geographic zones. A call for a moratorium until the billing system is audited.

Baltimore officials plan to disconnect water service to about 600 customers a week as they work through a backlog of 25,000 delinquent accounts.

Starting on Monday, meter technicians began turning off accounts that are at least six months in arrears and $250 past due, said Jeffrey Raymond, spokesman for the Department of Public Works. The average overdue bill, he said, is estimated to be between $500 and $600.

The city plans a regimen of 150 turn-offs a day, Monday through Thursday, or 600 accounts a week.

As if what is going on in Baltimore isn’t bad enough, their problems are about to get worse AND how! SIGH! Here we go! Move over Detroit, it’s now Baltimore’s turn!

To the children of Baltimore, I am so very sorry that your parents are poor and that you are unable at the age of 6 to find a job to pay the water bill. But I am quite sure that pretty soon, child labor laws will become a thing of the past and you can uh…work at…well..uh..I’m sorry, never mind. The jobs are gone!

What The Fuck?????!!!!!!

wtf2

Was it only yesterday that I put up a blog in essence stating that I would no longer write about how fucked up we all are and even though I did in fact title the blog, “Just Sit On Your Worthless Ass,” those of you that have read much by me know my style of writing? It is not friendly, nor is it conducive to making friends, but I am appalled after reading some of the comments over there. It was most definitely NOT my intent to bring about enmity between fellow bloggers. I was just stating my need to move on because I am tired and fed up with repeating myself and basically with preaching to the choir, which I’ve stated often enough. I have started a new blog with the intent that it should only contain deep and soulful poetry and prose from me and though I do understand that my followers have been extremely faithful even in the face of so many outrageous rants from me, I feel the need to move on due to the fact that I am causing my blood pressure to rise because of how sensitive I am and over the fact that I can do not a damn thing about a damn thing, beyond raving which is accomplishing nothing, constructive.

It was brought to my attention that I am railing against those that do not hear me and upon further reflection, I find this to be quite true and so what is the point? And since it is making me ill, I need to stop. But in no way was I attempting to discourage others from continuing the struggle to right the wrongs, undo the damage, mitigate the consequences of capitalism run amok, cease to care about the plight of others or just give up. That was never my intent when I posted “Just Sit On Your Worthless Ass.” That is just my unique style of writing.

I do understand why a couple of people have stated that they will miss my rants and could I please continue and so I ask, “To what purpose?” What difference are my rants making? I answer, “no difference at all!” And again, believe me when I say that I do sincerely appreciate the encouragement for me to continue on but when I scroll down and check out the blogs that are on my tracker, I am disheartened by what I see. I am really quite tired of reading about how Obama lies all the time when I know this. I am quite tired of reading about the fact that Europeans are still fucking over the Indians. I am quite tired of reading about the fact that Black people are incarcerated in numbers disproportionate to their population count. I am quite fed up past my eyeballs at reading about the misery that America’s military whores are unleashing on the world’s people, daily.

What really finished me off was reading about the thirteen year old boy that got burned up by a drone strike in Yemen. It touched me so deeply that for days, I feared for my sanity. When looking at his picture, the tears would just silently stream down my face and so I cannot look at him. My writing did not keep little Mohammed alive. My writing or ranting as it is so succinctly put, did nothing to stop Mohammed’s father and brother from dying by drone strike.

To those of you who think of me as strong, think again because even I once thought the same thing about myself but I have come to realize that I too, am weak. I am too weak to look at the picture of a little boy who died because the government of the country that I am a citizen of considered him to be a terrorist even though he was not, but he was killed anyway. I am too weak to look at his picture and not cry. I am too weak to be able to continue to rant against what happened to him because I am a failure. I failed to stop his death. I am too weak to continue ranting for no reason because that is what I am doing since I cannot stop Obama from droning the innocent. And so I take the walk of shame and I will become just like all of the other Americans that go about their daily lives in ignorance, cluelessness, apathy and complacency. In fact, because of what I now know, I wish that I had never left their ranks! They are the smart ones since here I sit, sniveling still because I had to look at Mohammed’s picture, AGAIN, in order to link that blog post to this one. Do I seriously need to continue in my attempts to get you to understand that my decision to abort my writing, excuse me, rants has nothing whatsoever to do with any of you? It is because I need to stop since I am only hurting myself and no one else and I must stop because I cannot face seeing another Mohammed. My heart is already broken over little thirteen year-old Mohammed and all that I can do is weep for him and that is helpful how? Exactly!

Just Sit On Your Worthless Ass!

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Photo Courtesy of
Shutterstock.com

I will no longer post such missives

about how fucked up we all are.

We know the danger we face

and what we do is quite bizarre.

 

We pretend that all is well

as we ignore what we can’t bear.

The writing is on the wall

and obviously, you don’t care.

 

Don’t worry about a thing.

Just sit on your worthless ass

and pretend that all is well

while they plan the next big crash.

 

Don’t whine and don’t complain

and don’t moan about your plight.

You never tried to understand

that the rich are a parasite.

 

You just hated on the poor

and blamed them for being so.

But what you failed to realize

is that where they went, you too will go!

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

 

For those of you who have followed this blog for some time now, I thank you for your support but I am done repeating myself to worthless shits that don’t get it and I am including myself in the ‘worthless shits’ category because neither am I doing a goddamn thing about any goddamn thing. Apparently, we are all sitting around waiting on something or someone to save us from ourselves. Ain’t gonna happen. And so I have started a new blog because as the saying goes, “out with the old and in with the new.” I will keep this blog up for those who are interested in reading the fact that when we are all dead from either GMO foods, or from earthquakes caused by fracking or from World War III or from homelessness, lack of health care or from any of the other myriad of reasons for our demise that we could possibly have done something about and we sat back and did nothing because that was the easiest path to take, archive to your heart’s content. There is plenty of information here. I will no longer be checking out the blogs such as this one as I am only going to ‘follow’ poetry blogs that are ‘deeply from the soul and from the heart’ but I don’t want to read about how fucked up we are when that is already known. I am not going to continue to become angry over our fucked up situation and to no avail. I need some goddamn sunshine in my life and I ain’t getting it by concentrating on shit that’s going to remain shitty and just so you know that I mean what I say, THIS time, here is the link to the new blog that I have created and there will be no “We are fucking doomed!”, nonsense headed there!

Thank you all and for those that continue the useless, uphill struggle, for I will not say ‘battle’ because we never got that far; one less voice will not make any difference. Carry ‘quietly’ on!

https://poetryandprosefrommysoul.wordpress.com/category/poetry-2/

 

 

 

 

You Won’t Sit Out This Show!

tragedy

When news is no longer news,
and its relevance has quickly waned,
it is because you do not care.
your outrage was clearly feigned.

When they point you in a direction
and say, “Here is your enemy!”
You gladly climb onboard,
and believe their lies, most readily.

Will you ever see the big picture,
and not focus on the absurd?
Is that why you wish to sleep,
and never have your dreams disturbed?

The awakening is here!
What’s before you must be faced!
If you are not prepared,
then I advise you to make haste.

This not at all a conspiracy.
You can lay that point to rest.
It is not about inducing fear.
And it’s not a broadcast test.

Wake up and take a look.
Behold reality!
It could all have been avoided,
the part you’ll play in this tragedy!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

So, do you want the good news first or the bad news? Okay! Okay! I’ll give you the ‘good’ news first. “Hear ye! Hear ye!” The retail earthquake has struck! And even though the average price of gas is $2.00 per gallon, that’s not been enough to ‘fuel’ a spending frenzy. Why ever not? With gas prices so low, why aren’t people shopping like mad instead of store after store announcing closings and bankruptcies? What? They can’t spin the shit out of shit and turn it into cotton candy any longer? JC Penney is closing more stores as is Macy’s, Sears and Kmart. RadioShack is closing more stores and is filing for bankruptcy protection. Good news, right?

And isn’t this nice? Homelessness in LA is much worse than previously thought. Really? Get outta here! Who would have thought? More good news?

And what’s more, we haven’t even begun to hit rock bottom yet. Not by a long shot! Another housing crisis is upon us! It seems that rents just about everywhere are skyrocketing and since many Americans are still reeling from the not too distant foreclosure crisis, renting is the only option and with an aging population and factor in low earnings, things ain’t looking so good. But that’s good news because we still get to tweet and ‘like’ each other all over Facebook, for now.

But check this out! According to Obama, “The shadow of crisis has passed,” he said, “and the State of the Union is strong.” Uh…what fairytale book was he reading out of? Delusional much Barack? Obama trumpeted job growth and other signs of recovery from the ashes of the 2008 economic crisis. Sheeeut! Job growth? JOB GROWTH? When did unprecedented numbers of retail closings and bankruptcies equate to ‘job growth and other signs of recovery’? Put that bullshit samich down! Retail is reeling from a lack of customers with discretionary income and that is reality. So that fluff that Obama is attempting to sell? It ain’t cotton candy, it’s fluffed shit! Oh, we’re doing fine. No worries folks. Folks, if I were you, I’d worry and I’m going to give you some advice. So pay attention.

Whatever bills you get, look them over carefully. Check your bank balance daily. Cut back on non-essential doodads. Buy on-sale items and only what you need. Something is going down and it’s going to get ugly. Case in point. My internet/phone bill is usually $65.00 a month. Saturday, when my bill came, it was $101.38. When I perused the hell out of the bill, the company had charged me double for Federal taxes and charged me for internet security that they weren’t providing. Here is what I did. I hung up and I called them back and I said, “speak loudly and clearly as this call is being taped for a complaint that will be filed with the Attorney General’s office. Now, tell me AGAIN, why you are charging me double for Federal taxes and for services that you are not providing!” After I hung up, my bill is now $35.00.

This morning, I called my bank to check my balance. There was a $2.00 ‘statement fee’ listed under posted transactions. When the customer service rep came on the line, I said, “speak loudly and clearly as this call is being taped for a complaint that will be filed with the Attorney General’s Office. I said, “When did you notify me that I was going to be charged a $2.00 ‘statement fee’? I must first be advised of new fees BEFORE they apply!” The $2.00 fee is being removed. However, I was told that this new fee is a monthly fee that is being charged to my account to pay for the bank to mail to me my bank statement. They are now charging me $24.00 a year for me to receive my bank statement, a statement that I hadn’t been charged for in the past. If I do all my banking online, no fee. I am not doing my banking, online. If the hackers can hack into government computers, then they damn sure as hell can hack into my shit, even with protection.

The shit is about to hit the fan and companies are attempting to rip you off more than ever in any way they can. I’ve never seen it this bad. And I have seen some bad shit! Protect yourself because this party is seriously over folks.

Oh that’s right, I promised you some bad news! A liquor store is opening up two miles down the highway from me! Oh happy day! Oh happy day! The booze will chase my blues away! Hallelujah! If you need a job, try and get hired at a liquor store. They’ll be the last to go out-of-business, believe me! That’s bad news that I can take!

Man Was Meant To Fly

plane and bird

 

 

 

http://news.msn.com/us/united-defends-bird-kill-at-houston-airport

United Airlines is defending the poisoning of birds at Houston’s biggest airport, saying it was done for health and safety reasons.

The contractor laid out corn kernels laced with a bird-killing nerve agent at Bush Intercontinental Airport. People who work around the airport reported seeing grackles and pigeons fall to the ground and spin around as they died.

The bait manufacturer, Avitrol Corp., says a lethal dosage causes birds to show distress — including alarm cries and trembling — that frightens away other birds. It usually causes death within an hour, the company says.

Airports commonly take steps to shoo away birds, which can be sucked into jet engines and cause a loss of power.

 

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-28354856

A Malaysia Airlines jet carrying 295 people has crashed in east Ukraine on a flight from Amsterdam to Kuala Lumpur.

There are no signs of survivors at the scene of the crash near the village of Grabovo.

 

Flight MH370 disappeared en route from Malaysia to China in March and still has not been found.

 

Man was meant to fly

and so you have to die.

Your wings just got you killed.

And now my fate is sealed.

 

For man, I shed no tears.

And among the souvenirs

are passports in the wreckage,

burnt limbs and unclaimed baggage.

 

When next they call my flight,

I will board that plane tonight

without a care or concern at all,

that from the sky, my plane might fall.

 

Oh, the creatures of the sky,

they can’t even question why

their poisoned bodies shake,

for to fly, their lives we take.

 

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

The laws of nature will even the score, one way or another.. Man should not reign supreme and have “dominion over the fish of the sea, the birds of the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.” And if according to Genesis 1:26, God made the beasts, then the beasts are to include man for what is man doing to man and to every other creature on this godforsaken planet? It pains me to even read the goddamn news. Over 5,000 more killed in Iraq. Women and children killed in Gaza by Israel. The fighting in Ukraine, human rights violations in America, children fleeing violence in Central America are met with threats from American citizens and on and on, it goes. SIGH!!!!! To hell with it all!

 

 

 

 

When The World Gets A Little Too Close..

private bathroom


When the world gets a little too close,
I shut the door and I just lean back.
There comes a time when I’ve had enough.
And I will quit before my shell begins to crack.

I light a candle and I fill my tub with scent.
And enjoy a flute of some bubbly delight.
I lie back and let it all wash away.
My guard is down and I don’t have to fight.

So many battles are just waiting to be fought.
Sometimes the cares of this world must slip away.
I’ll grab the bull by the horns on my terms.
And when I’m ready, I’ll get back into the fray.


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

The Little Things In Life

winter scene

Today was overcast and the air was crisp and cold.
I let the cares of the world slide and off my shoulders roll.

There is beauty to be found if only we will look.
Snow was falling softly and I laid down my book.

I glanced up as a bird landed to be fed.
And then a hungry squirrel perked up his little head.

The world may be in chaos and headed who knows where
But there is beauty to be found if we become aware.

So, I’ll not focus on the bad and forget that I’m alive,
just from the little things in life, some pleasure I’ll derive.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland