Stenonymous Proposes Joint Venture with Veritext

Christopher Day publicly posts an offer to the court reporting and digital court reporting firm Veritext mailed a week before 3/25/24.
Christopher Day breaks his promise to stop talking about the court reporter shortage fraud.
Christopher Day makes a check to CASH as a sign of good will to whoever opened that envelope. Workers of the world unite!
Christopher Day prepares to put his proposal in an envelope before mailing it.
Christopher Day tells an unknown operative about Leonard Green & Partners’ Corporate Looting of Hospitals
Christopher Day pushes unionization for deposition court reporters.

The rest of this post is a creative writing exercise. You are not expected to read it.

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Universal healthcare & higher wages,

Cause peace of mind’s better than pages.

And if you’ll just be courageous,

maybe it’ll be contagious.

Go on, amaze us.

Tase us.

Sell us quarter pounders and grazes.

Wage theft! Your money? Blazes.

Kellogg’s dinners embrace us.

Boeing’d ‘cause winners racist.

Politicians need LASIK.

Had to hit 31

Had to do and be done.

A flex of free speech

or a porous pun.

I told you, son,

you never met a man with a loaded gun.

Thank God you never met a man with a loaded gun.

He made sure I won.

Made sure I live.

‘Cause like me, he give and give.

Writer too.

Through and through,

he wrote Mystic Faerie War for you.

Ever notice that our politics

tell you who to hate

but they never fix

the dangerous tricks

that make kids want to Eat the Rich?

Who’d have thought all you need for a lurid rise

is to call yourself “leftist” with all that implies?

Now they’re all scared to put it in print.

I’ve taken the hint.

So I’ll shout from my soul till you all give in.

Cause that’s all these posers had to do.

Was pretend to be kin.

And offer a few bucks too.

I could do that.

I would, in fact.

This is my pact.

Where you truth tellers at?

Don’t leave me be.

Plant a tree.

Make sure I never end up on Hell Gate NYC.

Or why give a shit

about a glade in whose shade you’ll never sit?

Taxation be theft.

Just ask the Economic Left.

Or Take Med Back — Take Back Med?

Would Dr. Mitch Li diagnose me as screwed in the head?

More Perfect Union’s right.

Corporate media hides it from the light.

I’ll bellow with all my might.

Money might be tight.

But I’ll tighten the screws.

Prospect’s looting’s a snooze.

MPT scammed the Jews.

And now I can’t lose.

They can’t show this on Fox News.

My coalition will bruise

companies tightening the noose.

Laissez-faire getting loose.

Time to loosen a tooth.

Slaying propaganda with truth.

I’m on the attack.

I’m fighting back.

Win or lose,

Big Box blues.

And that psychotic break.

A real give and take.

A choice you make.

As the walls begin to crack,

Remember Patriots Against Corporatism, PAC.

…………….

Best friend’s got a voice among

the chosen ones.

I wish he’d share sometime,

before our time runs.

If the crowd demands,

he’ll shake the stands.

How loud. Do you hear me?

A brother that wouldn’t flee.

The success of the cowboys three.

…………….

But by blood, a game designer.

He’s smarter than a Minecraft miner.

If you pay for his opine,

you’re gonna fatten up your bottom line.

That world building you got real fine.

Guess I could never say it all.

My favorite memories are from when we were four feet tall.

…………….

I lose all my words with you.

We vibe all day. True?

I’ve been on this courtroom grind.

It’s made it hard to unwind.

But darling just let me promise you this.

We’ll ride into the sunset soon. -Chris

…………….

You’re a pusher by a different name.

I’m scared as hell Leonard Green’ll be in your game.

Walking that circle was sick.

For once in my life I felt slick.

Another time and another place,

we’d cure the entire human race.

And all the pain would melt away.

Nothing like watching you in that play.

…………….

This guy’s like clockwork,

TikTikTok.

While I doomscroll, we talk.

When the news hit we got

a brotherhood that won’t stop.

To hell with the rest, he’ll get us over the hump.

Google’s your friend.

But LIC’s whistling.

You better write that script.

I’m ‘bout to write reality trips.

I’ve come to grips

with the horrible hostile inside my head.

Made me think I’d be dead.

You were there.

Rise from the wheelchair.

…………….

Another cannot.

Cerebral palsy, drat.

We need more money stat.

Chuck Schumer, where you at?

I thought you was a Democrat.

You cool with that?

You’ll never need again if I win with this strat.

You and your cat.

…………….

Get up you son of a gun.

That’s what you told your son.

Relax everybody, it’s a Rocky pun.

I knew a social worker who was number one.

We barely spoke.

The things that tore us apart were a joke.

In the end, nobody would snicker.

I’ll make Parenting in Today’s Society a collector’s picker.

…………….

You might be a pig,

but you’re a gamer too.

My only regret is I never play with you.

How are the boys in blue?

Are they your new crew?

I hope you remember that I’m one of you too.

A real Serpico.

Imperfect though.

Fighting an imperfect foe.

Writing on the wall until the cracks start to show.

Corporate consolidation breaking down the law.

They don’t cover this in McGraw.

It’s like a sushi roll,

Cold.

A massive toll,

Bold.

A pain in my brain that I can’t let go.

You told me so.

I know you know.

My heart hurts every time I say no to snow.

We’d better do something big before we’re below.

…………….

This one goes out to the kids.

Even the ones doing bids.

Raise the Age doesn’t stop the trauma.

To be honest, neither did Obama.

I told those R’s what they wanna hear.

If my plan works, you’re all privateers.

No, I meant pioneers.

With dying fears.

Evolving nears.

Am I just another white bread with lying tears?

I was you.

Look up Greenburgh, boo.

I was one of wild few.

If only every New Yorker knew,

there’s a man who really cares about you.

They’re all pivotal players.

Takes 6 to take a plea.

Ignore the naysayers.

You’re all too good to me.

But we need to find the money,

we need to ring a bell.

I can’t live in honey.

While these kids live in hell.

On that subject, what’s the deal?

IG silent on the squeaky wheel.

We grow these kids up to deny them, real?

They’re all capable of great things.

Some play b-ball while their sister sings.

Stay away from the drinks

even though the hand dealt stinks.

Apparent to anyone that thinks

that you’ll go far.

Doesn’t matter who you are.

Hard work will make you a star.

I’ll concede competition‘s paramount.

But a lot of them just looking for a way out.

I know we can’t give everyone first place.

But at least give kids a chance at winning the race.

…………….

I guess I owe an explanation.

I care for my nation.

So I’ll become a sensation.

It’ll be amazing.

They’ll say I’m entertaining.

I’m training.

For a battle of words. Waiting.

Inflating wages with a bit of baiting.

Reinstating the subtle art of hating.

Doing it under the guise of crazy.

I thought those boys would tase me.

But they made me.

A hospital let me see

we might be the bad guys in reality.

Don’t get me wrong.

I’m Law & Order strong.

But I’d rather sing a song

than risk a revolution!

I used to say I’d take a bullet for the system.

Now I think I’ve got a life not worth risking.

…………….

To all of you Chris Day fans.

Sorry for some of these rants.

You only deserve the best.

I really hope you’ll be impressed.

In fact, be blessed.

See, I might be an atheist.

But I can’t resist

habitually loving the religious.

It’s anyone’s guess

how to get out of this mess

They’ll call me obsessed.

I’ll point them west.

The sun will set.

One day they’ll be glad we met.

My haters too.

My baiters approved.

I want to get the money to repay you.

If I never do,

I’ll be blue.

But saying sad don’t pay the bills is true.

…………….

To the ones that deserve and apology,

I didn’t do it because in my psychology

it’s worthless to.

To make me feel good?

It’s like a laptop made of wood.

If I ever hit it,

promise you will too.

If I never get it.

Guess one day I’ll be goo.

Consolation prize?

Ducker’s Demise.

You think these lies?

These are outcries.

From a flailing kid to an enterprise.

That flailing bid opened up tired eyes.

Martha Mitchell Effect.

Sure made an impact.

Cassandra Syndrome too.

Everyone will focus on me hatin’ you.

I feel so bad about what I done.

Couldn’t say Lightning Law’s #1.

Let’s cut it short.

Here’s the deal.

I end up in court,

you front the bill.

…………….

MA. Person and state.

The best of the best, truly great.

MCRA needs donations now.

They’ll put it to better use than Stenonymou.

You’ll just have to sic it.

When I met MA my heart caught a speeding ticket.

Cricket, cricket, cricket.

But I’m serious.

Not delirious.

Imperious.

I’ll bow to my superiors.

…………….

Protect Your Record Project’s pens

reached the East Coast.

Just in case you ever want to boast.

We gotta get PYRP on cinnamon toast.

Wage a branding war like Pepsi v Coke.

Make it woke.

That’s what lands.

Just say trans.

Bring back book bans.

Bring back gun safety plans.

Run, hide, fight, dance.

Violence is in demand.

How can I tell?

They both said the word

bloodbath,” ya heard?

…………….

Those who mentored me,

They’d not agree,

with my form of art

where I pick apart

things from end to start.

And sometimes I think I’m smart.

But you know I’m really not.

And if one day I’m shot,

It wasn’t me that got

an urge to do you-know-what.

Never would.

Too much to live for in my new ‘hood.

But paranoia’s back.

Am I wrong about Testifying While Black?

Am I wrong to attack?

Am I wrong to risk all to save none?

Am I wrong to put myself number one?

It’s wrong to punch with the force of a metric ton?

But if I could find the funding,

we’d pass them all.

If I could hit the ground running,

would I survive the fall?

…………….

Bro, how’s your shoulder?

You’re getting older.

Wiser.

You’re the human exerciser.

The man that taught me to relax.

While the Gallery was telling fibs

you was telling facts.

This impacts the social contracts

that we had in place.

Doesn’t anyone read Wikipedia?

Can’t you see big oil enslaved the media?

This threatens the human race.

Now it’s in your face.

Temperature’s in the red.

In 1985 a man named Carl Sagan said,

“hey guys if we don’t pay attention,

our great grandkids might be dead.

The Congress gave a giggle.

The neoliberals gave a laugh.

They want to cut your social security in half.

And fill your gas with lead.

Sorry man, just had a flashback.

Fucking ghosts inside my head.

It’s like that game of blackjack.

“Did you just say ‘help me,’ kid?”

You taught me more about God

Than I’d ever known before.

A subtle nod,

to the beauty at your core.

…………….

Know a man. How you been?

Sometimes I close my eyes and count to ten.

Sometimes I pace around my den.

Sometimes I stare into the abyss.

Bliss. Like a glow stick.

Low lit.

Lost writ.

RMPs riding up on clients.

It’s science.

The law demands compliance.

MAKE DONATIONS TO RELIANCE.

Quiet on the Set flyers.

Car fires.

Flat tires.

Yes, you may inquires.

Did I stammer?

No, I just had bad grammar.

I’m a poor planner.

Time to drop the hammer

on old Kentuckiana.

Stopped choosing my words,

It’s absurd,

how much you can hurt,

be kicked to the dirt,

to get up and keep walking along.

Terrorized by the weak and the strong.

Had to unlearn the violence I was taught.

Had to find a way to undo all the damage sought.

It was like being in a spiderweb caught.

I thought everybody that I loved was bought.

We can make a world where everybody’s safe.

I’ll take that truth to my grave.

Humanity’s great.

It alters fate.

Pygmalion Effect makes us articulate

worlds of our own.

The great unknown.

Why do we fight?

Why not mankind —

invest in greater plans,

to meet the demands,

of the modern pops,

Give it 100 years, tops.

We can make this right.

We can win the fight.

But I need to reach

Enough of you to preach

about a better future.

Even if today’s pretty good.

Just imagine it.

See you at dinner real soon.

…………….

Most days I feel

they’ll never give me the satisfaction.

Like a muscle contraction.

Painful.

Like a bullshit cause of action.

Shameful.

Can’t Lyft like I did.

But my mind’s sharper than the trends on Con Ed.

Know a bleepity bleep.

He Who Shall Not Be Named.

He’s one of those digital court reporters

that’ll reinvent the game.

His competition’s lame.

It’s insane.

This guy will rise

as long as he tries.

I know this implies

that we have close ties.

But I tell no lies.

With love, “I despise.”

With love I excise

those that violate rights.

That TFB 85%?

I’d get that to 95 written in cement.

Don’t get me started when it comes to this edition

of Racial disparities in automated speech recognition,

this artificial transition,

this power play,

listen,

I see what you’re doing.

There’s trouble brewing.

Energies renewing.

Corporations screwing.

A societal regression.

A confession?

For a moment, I stood silent,

I thought a thought so violent.

The rights of women set back

49 years of precedent.

Like a lawyer dawg, this is wack.

It’s like I’m on crack.

Not that I’d know.

But just goes to show

the expressions we’ll allow ourselves to make

if we drop the P.C. policing and culture of shame.

The culture of fame — chasing.

Chasing your dreams.

But while you have your head up in the clouds

The rich and powerful operate in shrouds.

Sometimes for the greater good.

Sometimes they’ll blow up a neighborhood.

Gas leaks ‘cause we can’t fund inspections.

Just like we can’t afford to fight infections.

Can’t afford to light intersections.

A morally bankrupt society via cash injections.

Just like Craigslist missed connections

It’s “Infectiously precious,”

it’s the only message that meshes

expresses

the depth of thought and its egresses.

Oh, but I’ll try.

Wolf PAC.

Oh, but I’ll buy.

Wolf PAC.

Awoo!

Citizens United! Janus too.

I know some union leaders of a finer brew.

I tried to deviate and they told me it was rude.

I’m pretty sure I’m not going far with that attitude.

But I had a choice, do, die, or brood.

Will we all agree

when it’s time to flee?

Sometimes, you know you should.

Then again, no trouble fighting.

I even fight quite fair.

But when wrongs need righting.

I don’t know why I care.

How exciting.

System’s indicting.

Almost as rare as an Anir Dutta sighting.

Or is it the people that urge me not to fight

that are really wrong?

It’s a valid question for one looking to belong.

If you hadn’t rigged the game,

I would’ve worked real hard.

Instead I was given blame

for failing to draw the lucky card.

Having to buy from an oligopoly

isn’t really free.

Tastes worse than the sea.

Nor is it good.

Try not to misunderstand me,

I am misunderstood.

What can I say?

These corporations be cray.

Pushing obesity with my buddy Don Jay.

Maybe I could make a name as the liberal Tom MacDonald.

Or maybe I could start to fall apart like Mitch McConnell

Or maybe I could write this stuff and someone could perform.

“Maybe I should write this bluff and cause a Super Storm.”

When they saw my letter

Thought I was having a break.

Told them I was better.

Said the letter was fake.

When you think that there’s a right way

every other solution gets the boot.

I’ve mastered morally gray

because they get the loot.

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This has been a creative expression for nonviolent action and free speech promotion.

Many lines have hidden or multiple meanings. Please ask if you need more information. For example, the part about Jews was to say that MPT scammed everybody, obviously not just one group. But it was also to denounce those that single out Jewish people unfairly.

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