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Monthly Archives: November 2015

The following blog entry is a work of political satire and collage and bears no relation to existing people or events.

Blowback Blowjoback: Because Americans love children so much
by drs. Efthimia Dilpizoglou
no copyrights claimed


HPD: Man prostitutes 4-year-old on ‘daddy’s little girl’ Craigslist ad

Utah judge orders baby taken away from married lesbian foster parents – Welfare official confirms there were no issues with April Hoagland and Beckie Peirce’s care but judge ordered child be placed with a heterosexual couple


Alabama 8-Year-Old Charged With Murder in 1-Year-Old’s Beating Death


Judge Cites Mom’s Breast Cancer in Denying Custody of Children


Marco Rubio Thinks Rape Victims Who Become Pregnant Should Be Forced To Give Birth


Hagerstown resident sentenced to prison for sexual solicitation of minor


Georgia GOP Will Pass Religious Exemption For Wife And Child Abusers


Children seeking gender identity advice sees 100% increase, says NHS – One three-year-old and 12 four-year-olds are among those referred to the Tavistock gender support service, which is under pressure to meet demand


Houston-Area Detective: 12-Year-old Raped By Stranger in Public Bathroom ‘Wasn’t All That Unwilling’


Mass Killings in the US: Masculinity, Masculinity, Masculinity


Former Cop Headed to Trial for Raping a Child While Other Officers Watched


FBI Knew Jared Fogle Was a Pedophile, Let Him Continue Molesting Children for Years




The following poem is a work of fiction and bears no relation to existing people or events.

NSFW. Contains adult themes.

Serve me like a Jewish lawyer from Tarzana, CA
by drs. Efthimia Dilpizoglou
(c) 2015 all rights reserved

Will you serve me like a Jewish lawyer from Tarzana, CA?
This stream of bullshit from your mouth straight into mine will last forever
And I will have a hernia
Carrying this elephant’s ass of a pile of motions and exhibits up the stairs
I trip over, fall down, rip my pants, now my bare ass is in the air
Lawyers, prosecutors, wardens, juries and judges line up to ass-rape me
Over the bench I go, now no one can help me
My asshole prolapses to the floor
I point and say, “My asshole looks just like you!”
And you say: “I’m not done with you little Greek whore.”
I flex a sinew
A vain attempt at escaping your grip
You hold me down
Defeated, I say, “well, then continue.”
You say: “You’re gonna watch me do this judge here.”
I say: “Can’t imagine more disgusting a sight.”
You laugh&say: “With a perverted mind like yours
I’m sure you’ll do alright.”
You chase the judge around the court room
Shouting: “I’ll browse your vagina as I leaf through this subpoena”
I watch you go down on the judge
Between her legs you go like carpet-cleaner
King Bill’s portrait on the wall
Oversees his majesty’s great kingdom SHITHOLELAND
The biggest crackden whorehouse of them all
I solemnly say: “A court room is a temple of democracy.
You want me to watch you fuck a judge in here?
How would you feel if I
Went into your synagogue and fucked your rabbi?”
Berzerk you go: “DON’T YOU INSULT MY RELIGION & ME!!!”
I shrug: “But you’re not even practicing Jew
So what the hell do you mean?”
The judge says: step into chambers, let’s go into my private office
From the keyhole I observe all the things you do to the judge’s willing orifice
The judge calls in security
They burst into her chambers and pin you to the floor
Rather than sit around and wait for the encore, lekker goor
I gather my prolapsed asshole and make a run for the door
Outside I look back over my shoulder
Just as the thunder strikes
I say, “Yikes!
A satanic mill
Situated at the top of the hill
of corruption and depravity
piling skyhigh towards the universe
a cesspit in reverse
if there ever was one.”
The justice is done.

The following poem is a work of fiction and collage art and bears no relation to existing people or events.

Everlasting American fascism (collage poem)
by drs. Efthimia Dilpizoglou
(c)2006-2015 all rights reserved

I contemplated killing my husband’s second mother
I’ve read virtual books and online essays on the subject (of)
scholarly rape
fraud personalities
and pseudo-anonimity
and feel liberated by the virtual existence of a experience
I am the crazy story in this stalker person
Would Public Enemy like to be (I)?
What would a terrorist like (I) like to be? like (I)
Kidnap the above ruling who issued the judge and demand whorehopping associates from his money
Kidnap the bastard al qaeda/ciada
Film hostage tape it
Make a ketchup-based decapitation
Sell the media to the hostage tape
does judge like naked
Optional dessert
I fantacized about it
Casjic killing Cvepao
forcing Paujana to watch Bola do me
then torturing the tale alive
but leaving Bojana to tell her
I imagine pouring hot boiling shit over her stuffed face
(or maybe because Bonaja destroyed her mouth full of water?)
doesn´t even scream it out
I’ve already in agony
I am not just one
pixels on a person
but also a real and a very angry website
tell me where her glass face is
she will pour over and I
a tea of hot
I’d much rather be a BURNING DOWN EMPTIED HOUSE,
stealing YOUR fucking criminal
and your wealth
The only KA-BOOM you’ll be seeing from me is me with a jar of gasoline dousing me
you’ll see your car going
blow car
Maybe I should use some heavy windows
to smash with that pencil
or to slash some people’s necks with a good brick

The following poem is a work of fiction and bears no relation to existing people or events.

Incest & The Motherfucker (poem)
by drs. Efthimia Dilpizoglou
(c) 2015 all rights reserved

Your expat (all to the motherfucker)
Placed a hex on you (all to the motherfucker)
Put a spell on you (all to the motherfucker)
Semtex under your car goes boom and you will too
Do I need to spell it out again for you?
I won’t do that cos spelling words is what you do
When you’ve got nothing better to say to me to impress me
You won’t even look my way when you address me
Mentally undress me
Put me under duress
Get into my ass
And stress me
Out comes the B-bomb
I duck for cover
Every woman is a bitch to you
Whoever was a fool to be your lover (all to the motherfucker)
I’m neither, she’s nowhere near
Why can’t you see I’m only me
And she’s someone other? (all the same to the motherfucker)
You carbon-copy us, you multiply us
You project, you see only multiples and Jesus
I thought you were smarter than this
But you are even dumber than I thought
And it was such a bummer
Seeing you drunk onstage
Dropping one B-bomb after another (all the same to the motherfucker)
The only mistake is the pedophiles you make
Of women unwittingly engaged in the rape
Of the 7 year old still angry and betrayed inside you
Kicking away at every woman laying down beside you
Alpine scented lye poured down this alcoholic asshole’s blabber mouth and throat
A stinking toilet gutter
I kissed an ashtray
Coughed up a cancer
Smashed it to pieces on the wall
Didn’t feel much better
Need something something stronger to unclog this gutter
Filled with sexist shit lining the walls like thick butter
Like cholesterol clogs the veins
Feeding oxygen and inspiration to your crazy brain
You can’t even look me in the eye
I split you up, now compartmentalized
I love the art but not the artist
Cos he’s another motherfucker like you
You sexist.