I Could Not Profit Off The Pain!

hospital bed

I take the suffering of others
and I load it onto my plate.
I keep hearing that someone’s dying.
There’s been a lot of that of late.

I hate to ask about someone
for I know just what I’ll hear.
The sad news comes from everywhere;
both from far away and near.

Poor Sally, she has cancer
and it’s ‘terminal’, she’s been told.
Jack, he has it too
and his daughter is six year’s old.

Oh where are all the advancements
that they promised us would come?
Need we still be dying from cancer
though we pay a princely sum?

Who benefits from all the wealth
that sickness generates?
And who sits back and watches
patients in pain that excruciates?

I could not profit off the pain
and the death of so damn many.
I could not go to sleep and dream.
My conscience would disturb me plenty.

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

It has gotten so damn bad that I hate to even ask about people that I haven’t seen in awhile. I keep getting the same answer. They’re dying of cancer. So many people, dying from this and yet the claim is that cancer will be eradicated by 2050. Yeah, dream on!

The War In Afghanistan Is Not Over!

protecting that poppy

The war in Afghanistan is not over,
since an occupying force remains.
The government lies again,
and not one military whore complains.

I’m not buying this load of bullshit,
when 10,000 boots are on the ground.
If the conflict is really over,
why are those whores still hanging around?

They’re guarding those poppy plants,
for a growing worldwide demand.
Yep, the good ole red, white and blue,
is still smuggling in contraband.

Now go sell it out on the streets,
so they can bust your ass real quick.
You’ve got to learn that it’s their game,
and they sell it, brick by brick.

There’s a methadone high just waiting,
for the junkies strung out so bad.
Get your ass inside a clinic,
you will make Big Pharma glad.

They’ve got everything you need,
because now you’re getting high.
You’re locked in good and tight,
and you can kiss your ass goodbye.

The government is just a cartel,
running drugs in every hood.
And if you think you can escape,
then the CIA ain’t doing what it should.

Oh, we’re the good guys, that’s for sure,
and you can take that to the bank.
Just don’t try to cash the check,
because it ain’t even worth a franc.


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

U.S. Ends Its War in Afghanistan

President Barack Obama has decided to keep nearly 10,000 U.S. troops in Afghanistan after 2014, but then quickly pull them out over two years.

The U.S.-led coalition in Afghanistan ended its combat mission Sunday, marking the formal—if not real—end to the longest war in American history.

The new, slimmed-down allied mission, Campbell said, will be called Operation Resolute Support. Back in Washington, the Pentagon said its piece of the new mission will be called Operation Freedom’s Sentinel.

http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/world/us-ends-its-war-in-afghanistan/ar-BBhiyou

Ah…SENTINEL! What does that word mean?

sen·ti·nel

noun: sentinel; plural noun: sentinels
1.
a soldier or guard whose job is to stand and keep watch.

verb
1.
station a soldier or guard by (a place) to keep watch.

So, they’re now calling it ‘Operation Freedom’s Sentinel’. Well, we know ain’t no goddamn ‘freedom’ of Afghan people going on, not as long as even 10,000 U.S. troops aka whores are stationed in Afghanistan. What I do know is that since the U.S whores have been stationed in Afghanistan, poppy production has skyrocketed. So, it would appear that what’s being freed is the poppy plant and so since it would appear that the poppy plant seeks freedom, there must be a sentinel to protect its freedom, thus ‘Operation Freedom’s Sentinel’ was born. Stand guard over the poppy until the poppy is ready and then when it’s ready, give it a nice ‘free’ plane ride outta Afghanistan. I gotta hand it to ’em, they got a way with words. They fucking spin it ’til the majority of Americans are too goddamn dizzy to see what the hell they’re up to. No worries, step right in, I’ll stop the fucking spin!!

Ebola! Ebola! Ebola!

ebola

Here we go again!
It’s now Ebola’s turn!
The CDC, the WHO?
When will we ever learn?

Vaccinate me now!
If I wait, I know I’ll die!
So save me with a shot,
’cause Ebola’s in the sky!

Big pharma, do your thang!
We’ll pay you any price.
Just clear up this Ebola!
Do you have a cure for lice?

We’re all going to bleed
from our ears, nose and ass!
If they don’t find a cure
then there’ll be no middle class.

Who then would help the poor
and the homeless catch a break?
They need my clueless ass
because I give, I do not take!

Let the poor get Ebola.
It’s a way to weed them out!
You need my expertise.
I’m the one with all the clout.

Just ask me who should live.
I’ll tell you what I know.
If you’re high on the totem pole
then you are good to go!

Don’t breath the air with me,
’cause Ebola’s in the sky!
Why vaccinate the poor?
They’ll be fine, just let them die!

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

If you fucking get Ebola, then you get it! Shit! People are dying all the goddamn time! Just like you do with the flu, stay away from anybody who looks sick. Stop flying! I know, can’t do that! Well then, that person who is sitting beside you coughing up blood, oh well, just think of it this way. You could have a long, lingering illness but instead you get to bleed out for a few days and then drop dead. End of fucking story! Geesh!!!! You motherfuckers just build up a goddamn crisis!

Oh, and one of my readers is selling ‘underground bunkers’, head on over and purchase one and hunker down, you scared ass shits!

You never heard? “Fucking LIVE before you die!” Everybody sitting some goddamn where scared of Ebola. Something’s gonna cart your ass on up outta here. Don’t think so? Wait for it!

I Am Sick Because I Don’t Want To Fuck!

sex it up2

Seriously? Yes indeed! If you are female and your mate says, “honey, let’s fuck!” And you say, “fuck off!” THAT is an ILLNESS!!!

“A drugmaker working to develop a pill to boost sexual desire in women says regulators are demanding more studies on the experimental drug.”

Apparently, psychiatrists have determined that females not wanting to fuck are diagnosed as having, “hypoactive sexual desire disorder, described as a lack of sexual appetite that causes emotional distress.”

Ain’t that sweet? I get so emotional when I can’t service the cock! And that shit should qualify more females for disability because if a lack of sexual appetite causes emotional distress, how the fuck(no pun intended)can I go to work and fucktion? My mood swings are just so fucking off the charts, a pendulum has nothing on my mood swings due to my inability to hype up some damn desire for a cock. I want a check for that shit! And I want it now, goddamn it. Can’t you see how emotional I am over all of this shit? I can’t fuck! I can’t work! I can’t sleep! My mate is trying to crawl all over me and I am having none of it see, ’cause my libido is no mo, Joe! Didn’t you hear me the first 25,000 times I told you that? Tell the FDA to approve ‘flibanserin’ so that I can service that there cock of yours because my non-existent libido has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that I am tired out of my goddamn mind since I’ve worked a double shift, drove the kids to soccer practice, picked up the dry cleaning, cooked a sit down dinner, washed three loads of clothes, balanced the checkbook, walked the dog, fed the cat, gave the kids a bath, read them a bedtime story and then dragged my tired ass into the shower and then proceeded to crawl to my bed, only to have to get up in two hours and press the damn repeat button while the only thing YOU did was work an eight hour shift, head home and pop Viagra.

Doctor, doctor, I am emotionally distressed at the fact that I just cannot find my libido! Give me a pill for that. There must be something that I can take to make me want to sexually satisfy my mate who is just so ‘put out’ by my inability to have sex and when I can’t have sex, I turn into a she-devil and we all know that I suffer from PMS, so now throw in ‘hypoactive sexual desire disorder’ and that makes me, a basket case, for damn certain and THAT is disabling!

Oh, indeed, it is most definitely an illness that I am suffering from and not just my ass being so goddamn cross-eyed tired that I can’t even see your damn cock much less have anything to do with it. Are they for real? Women are having to do it ALL and when we are perceived as ‘falling short’, in one particular area and when that area is in the region of a man’s holy and sanctified place, ‘cocksville’, why we’d better get a pill for that and get well quick, goddamn it! If my man takes Viagra, well hell, it should not be a stretch for me to be needing all up and down on some ‘flibanserin’ for my libido no show.

Now, if they could only make a pill to relieve my fucking loss of ‘desire’ for doing the dishes, grocery shopping, washing clothes, cooking, cleaning, bathing the kids, running errands and for everything else on my never ending to-do list because we all know that life doesn’t just stand still because my libido left the goddamn building. So, ladies…not servicing the cock is now an illness. We’re mentally ill! Go to the doctor and claim that shit as a disability and sit your ass down and say, “AHHHHH, this is the fucking life!” And when your mate asks you if you’re feeling all frisky and shit after having taken your meds to increase your libido, open up your nightstand and show him the wear and tear on his replacement, the ever so handy and perfectly ‘fitting’, dildo!

For the love of…!!!!!

http://money.msn.com/business-news/article.aspx?feed=AP&date=20140211&id=17339496