Propornot: I Get no Respect, no Respect at all!

Heard tell of late 'bout some two hundred sites,
Funded by Russia that mean the last rites
Of truth and thought and all things democ,
Opinion, enlightenment, facts hard as rock.
But take a look here: yours truly ain't there!
How the heck come I don't get my fair share?

About 9-11 haven't I squawked?
Around which Bob Parry carefully walked.
Antiwar-dot-com gives theories wide berth,
TruthDig-dot-com gives them nothing but dearth,
Webpages liberal and radical alike
All made The List but Phil K. got the spike.

I've questioned the truth of Abbottabat.
Go ask Chris Hedges if he ever did that.
I've whacked the imperial tastes of our leaders,
Decried drone danger as well as their breeders
I've praised Assange, given Gaddafi his due,
Why doesn't The List list the likes of me too?

And the punchline is this: from Vlad I get dough,
When the rest of them get but a Russian heave-ho.
That's right, I admit it, we've got a deal:
It's in low two figures but all the same real,
Whenever I hand a new pome to his driver,
Mr. Putin SWIFTs me a fresh ruble fiver.

Which makes of me that rarest of lit. birds:
A scribe in clover paying rent with his words.
Well, if not rent at least bubble-gum,
Since like Mike Jordan I need to chew some,
To come up with lines as cutting as chrome,
That put me in league with Ron Paul and Noam.

When Propornot folks set out to protect
The national mind, I got no respect.
Such is their thanks for risks so artistic,
So pro-Russian they border ballistic.
Check out Paul Roberts who's read to wide thrall,
And ranked with the biggies: some guys have it all.