White Trash Gertrude | Idiocracy.Me

White Trash GertrudeExcerpt From: Frank B. Thompson III. “WTF? This is a Liberal Utopia!”


Preceded the shoveling action into her mouth…quickly accompanied by the ripping note of something, under pressure, escaping from the other end of her rather rotund body…


…And now the munching noise of that handful of corn chips being pulverized by her half-dozen, remaining molars filled the surroundings.


“It took less that ten-seconds for the petite, five-foot, two-inch, two-hundred, something pound, sumo-wrestler-appearing, white-trash woman to complete her undertaking. Now Miss Gertrude needed something to wet her whistle.

Lifting the two-liter, plastic bottle to her lips, Gertrude took no notice that she unwittingly uncorked the thing that prevented the full extent of her flatulence to escape, which now, like an invisible fog, went everywhere. She, of course, was quite familiar with the whole affair and was much too engrossed watching the ‘Jerry’s Bastard Junior Show’ to give that minor detail notice. What might have killed a cat, or small rodent, however, did get noticed by her live-in boyfriend, a much younger, thirty-year-old, white brother whose job as a janitor abruptly ended when he was found passed out one too many times in one of the closets of the nearby elementary school-kids prison.

Goddamn it, Gertrude [Goddadburn it, bitch]! You’re peeling the paint off the walls [Yo’re peelin’ th’ sheet off th’ walls]. Do you always have to let cut those nasty things indoors [Do yo’ allus hafta let lop them nasty thin’s indores]?

Yes, Gertrude was your typical, white-trash mom living in a trailer park and perfectly within her rights…she was, after all, the breadwinner and an example of a modern, feminist homemaker.

In 2050, over three-quarters of American women were supported in some way, shape, manner, or form by the ‘new man’ of the house…Uncle Sam. This far out, killer affair between low-income, unrefined women and the government began a little over half-a-century ago when the Democrat Party instituted policies and programs that “unintentionally” increased the size of their voting base. I mean, we all make mistakes, but paying predominately, Democrat-voting moms to have more and more kids…out of wedlock may have appeared a bit boneheaded back then, but that was then, this is now. Now, it made perfect sense.

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Think of how stupid the average person is… | Idiocracy.Me

An overzealous, obviously stupid, liberal reporter who majored in cosmetics.  Someone once said (I think it was George Carlin), “Think of how stupid the average person is…and realize half of them are stupider than that.”

Excerpt From: Frank B. Thompson III. “WTF? This is Utopia!”  “Now consider how this revelation plays in with the average liberal, Obama voter, or your average, everyday news personality. The same could be said to hold true, right?”

“I wub you Obama and I want to have your…”

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Cloward-Piven: Moonbat Superbrains Part 1

“The goal of socialism is communism.” Lenin

The following is by Richard Poe – 2005

All along I thought Obama had dreamed this fantabulous agenda of his... Boy, was I wrong.
Say, didn’t our illustrious, stupendous president go to Columbia University, too?

First proposed in 1966 and named after Columbia University sociologists Richard Andrew Cloward and Frances Fox Piven, the Cloward-Piven Strategy seeks to hasten the fall of capitalism by overloading the government bureaucracy with a flood of impossible demands, thus pushing society into crisis and economic collapse.

Inspired by the August 1965 riots in the black district of Watts in Los Angeles (which erupted after police had used batons to subdue an African American man suspected of drunk driving), Cloward and Piven published an article titled “The Weight of the Poor: A Strategy to End Poverty” in the May 2, 1966 issue of The Nation. Following its publication, The Nation sold an unprecedented 30,000 reprints. Activists were abuzz over the so-called “crisis strategy” or “Cloward-Piven Strategy,” as it came to be called. Many were eager to put it into effect.

The eggheads and leftist supporters:

In their 1966 article, Cloward and Piven charged that the ruling classes used welfare to weaken the poor; that by providing a social safety net, the rich doused the fires of

Why do the women always have to look like bugged-eyed, bucktooth beauties?
Why do the women always have to look like bugged-eyed, bucktooth beauties?

rebellion. Poor people can advance only when “the rest of society is afraid of them,” Cloward told The New York Times on September 27, 1970. Rather than placating the poor with government hand-outs, wrote Cloward and Piven, activists should work to sabotage and destroy the welfare system; the collapse of the welfare state would ignite a political and financial crisis that would rock the nation; poor people would rise in revolt; only then would “the rest of society” accept their demands.

What’s really great about these revelations are that riots & chaos will fix everything!



Hi, I’m Professor Felix Schwartz

Hi, I'm fictional character Professor Felix Schwartz...
Hi, I’m fictional character Professor Felix Schwartz…
“Hi, I’m Professor Felix Schwartz.  The year was 2020 when I – your typical, garden variety, liberal college professor – stepped out in front of a Mack truck and my lights went out. Thirty years pass by, all the while I was nothing more than a walking vegetable and ward of the state.
By 2050 the country had apparently gone through some changes thanks to a dramatic shift in the makeup in the country’s populace giving liberals (referred to by the author as: assclowns, moonbats, goofnads, or asshats) control over Washington. In that thirty years the country supposedly became the veritable paradise I had long dreamed of creating, but something went wrong along the way!”
“So far, what I’ve seen of the country resembles more a third-world, banana republic and, damn-it be all, English has been replaced by gibberish!  Also, I’ve witnessed a riot in one of the biggest trailer parks I have ever seen, cornfields for as far as the eye can see, sparklers on wheels (lowriders) and I accidentally ate some flies for breakfast.  I’ve since changed from a hospital gown I was wearing when I woke up to a girl’s tennis outfit and am in search of civilization…”
“…so far, I have not found it!”

A New Majority

IMG_0856Excerpt: The magnificent human beings had succeeded beginning soon after amnesty was declared for tens of millions of low-skill, uneducated, illegal-aliens whose votes had helped them secure control over Washington.

Nevertheless, as they basked in the glow of their victory the monster they created grew in size and appetite. The beast was a new American majority: menial, uncultured, insatiable, lazy; but voters all the same, voters who devoured any and everything the politicians threw their way, nevertheless voters who always wanted more…and more…of the more!

It all of a sudden dawned on some of the geniuses…“What happens when our voters want too much more? What happens when we run out of more of the more…and there is no more? What happens then?”

WTF? This is Utopia…a cynical, satirical look at what waits us all, a future with many “unintended consequences,” the logical outcome of today’s progressive agenda, a future where the liberal panacea finally makes its presence known!


Thanks A Lot Libs

IMG_0860Special gratitude to the motion picture Idiocracy and Cyril M. Kornbluth’s 1951 SciFi Classic The Marching Morons on which the movie was based for the inspiration in writing this ongoing, serial novel.  Further appreciations to those organizations and the people behind and inside them for working…working extremely hard for the good of humanity including: CBS, ABC, NBC, PBS, NPR, The New York Times, The Washington Post, The Chicago Tribune, USA Today, the Associated Press, Reuters, Hollywood, the NAACP, the ACLU, the NEA, the President, Congress and the thousands upon thousands of distinct institutions and organizations which I do not have occasion to enumerate at present.


Note from the Author

Sketch 1The first ten minutes of Idiocracy genuinely resonated for me, a movie which depicts the stupider people taking over the world and what becomes of their triumph. The reason for the morons’ success is an absence of natural predators, an ample food supply, and a pastime where the imbeciles excel…breeding.

Most I’ve talked to, who confess to seeing Idiocracy, have had the same general reaction…“This could honestly happen!” Subsequently, after watching the movie a second time some individuals, like me, have taken our revelation one bunny hop further…“This is actually happening!” 



WTF? This is Utopia?The year is 2020 when Professor Felix Schwartz, your typical, garden variety, liberal college professor, steps out in front of a Mack truck and the lights go out. Thirty years pass by, all the while Schwartz remains a walking vegetable and ward of the state.

By 2050 the country has gone through some changes thanks to a dramatic shift in the makeup in the country’s populace giving liberals (referred to as assclowns, moonbats, goofnads, or asshats) control over Washington. In that thirty years the country becomes the veritable paradise moonbats have long sought to create, but more resembling a third-world, banana republic where English is replaced by twenty-five variations of gang slang, no one gets beyond third grade, rioting and something resembling football with hockey sticks are the national pastimes. There is now a “Forever President,” welfare moms have replaced small business, corn is the cornerstone of industry, and people drive around in either battery-powered, bubble cars, or Latino lowriders.

While nonthinking, Schwartz is led around on a doggie leash, has become something called a ‘pinball,’ has names ranging from Vic to Dick to Bic, and spends his day bouncing around the fenced playground of a former elementary school turned asylum for the insane.

One fine spring day the gate to the compound suddenly opens and Schwartz, along with a hundred or so inmates, unthinkingly escape. While walking aimlessly down a highway he is struck by another truck (an electric bus) and suddenly awakens from his long sleep. Groggy, after years on horse tranquilizers, his Pavlovian responses cause him to mistakingly eat some flies, he is noticed by passing motorists looking like a partially naked, homeless guy, who then sets off to find civilization.

Tommie Citizen is a Mob Traffic Controller who monitors the formation of rioters on the west coast, which happens to be where the professor is aimlessly walking. The two don’t meet, Tommie is in Waycross, Georgia, but their paths intertwine from afar.

Ms. Gertrude is a single, homemaker living off government welfare in a trailer park who is caught up in the excitement of a riot that’s formed in her neighborhood. She provides us with an example of what riots look like from ground zero.

Schwartz watches the riot Tommie Citizen spotted, the same riot Ms. Gertrude and her brood of fourteen or fifteen kids are participating in, from a distance. The rioters are gassed by FEMA crop dusters with industrial moofs that stones everyone. Tommie receives a reward for spotting the cyclonic tempest, Ms. Gertrude gets the munchies and the professor is interviewed on national television. Closing scene, Tommie watches the interview while getting stoned and wanders why the guy (the professor) is wearing a girl’s tennis outfit.


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