California Commissions State Quarter
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Across The Universe - If I Fell
I never knew how good John and Paul's lyrics to this song were until I heard this slower version. Nearly 50 years old, this song is still strong.
Really strong
Monday, July 20, 2009
40 years ago
Forty years ago today, July 20th, 1969, I was 11 years old. Like most 11 year olds both then and now, I was only slightly aware of my surroundings, and even less aware of the political and social achievements of our society.
And so it was on this day I was sitting with my family in Fenway Park watching the Red Sox play the Orioles in an afternoon game. Sometime in the middle of the 4th inning, the announcer said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the Apollo 11 crew has landed on the surface of the moon". 34,000 people...plus the 9 players on the field at the time... stood in unison and cheered for more than 5 minutes. It was as if the Red Sox had actually won a World Series, but even I - age 11 - knew that was never going to happen. As the wave of applause died down and play was about to resume, one of the most surreal things I've ever experienced then or now happened:
About 10 rows behind and 14 or 15 seats to my right, a man stood up with one of those long red plastic horns that were the rage in the 60's and proceeded to play "God Bless America" on it. Incredibly, all 34,000 + sat in reverent silence while he belted out that song, not one person in the entire stadium daring to move, speak, or even make a sound. It was my first .... and obviously impactful ... notice that when the USA wants to pull it together as one, they can.
And they will again.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Reflections on the 4th
I think about the country sometimes when I'm not hunting Aborigine Lava Lizards or Tightrope walking between skyscrapers. In fact, today I was thinking about a man by the name of Thomas Jefferson - perhaps you've heard of him - and something he once said:
"A wise and frugal government, which shall leave men free to regulate their own pursuits of industry and improvement, and shall not take from the mouth of labor the bread it has earned - this is the sum of good government. Trust and protect your troops, your farmers, and your daily toilers, for they are the seed from which the tree of liberty bears fruit"
Today - Independence Day - we are swiftly becoming a dependant state, beholden to the government instead of the vital cog that makes the governmental machinery run. You know what I mean, all that "We the people" stuff. Well, we the people work long, hard hours to provide for our families and to make them prepared for the rigors of life, but we the people are awakening ever-too-frequently to see the results of those efforts are tantamount to trying to push the paste back into the tube. We the people are now being made - not asked mind you, made - to not only continue to provide for those who have no interest in providing for themselves, but to give more of our children's college monies, our families retirement dollars, more of our daily living sustenance to increase the financial benefits for the people to whom hard effort and achievement are merely words on a piece of paper, and not something they have any interest in pursuing themselves. We're being told they're shooting for bigger checks and better medical care for the people who watch "The Price is Right" for a living, while the rest of us dig ditches, care for the infirmed, or whatever else it is the slovenly Middle Class folks do to pay for their Rice-A-Roni and Chicken dinners. And the best part is we the people get to pay for it all. (What? Did you think Billy Bob Clooney was gonna help out? Fuuuuck no. He spent all his available cash on campaign contributions to help fund the ACORN people, and at last check, Billy Bob only made $40 Mil on his most recent shitty movie, so times are tough in the Clooney household. Yessiree buddy, it's a bitch living in the Hampton's and having to commute to Los Angeles, sometimes - gasp - commercial). So little Jared's school shoes are going to have to wait...that "price is right" guy needs more money to ignore those 7 kids he's fathered through 7 different women, aaaannnnd he needs us to pay for the doctors appointments he makes every 90 days or so to get his justification note as to why he still shouldn't go back to work. He remains unemployed - and has been since 1996, but now he's on the precipice of getting a pay raise and a sweet benefits package. It's a good gig if you can get it. Wait! You CAN get it, but you might have to downsize to a Chrysler 3000, if Chrysler is still making cars, that is. I haven't checked the news today...
We the people are being systematically raped to the breaking point, and soon the only escape will be to place our trust - our individual and collective lives - in the very hands of those who broke us in the first place. 60's counter-culture freaks who figured out the way to win their retarded war was to change the context of the battlefield (Not a real battlefield of course. Real battlefields make your hands dirty). The flowers in the rifle barrels were replaced with a law degree from Berkley, Princeton, Harvard, or wherever, the patience to wait it out, and the gavel that eventually came with it. Their time is now, and they have the assets and resources in place. With the possible exception of AM talk radio and one network on T.V., the communications apparatti are monitored and cleansed to the desired specifications, and they're pouncing on what they currently can't control with a swiftness and visciousness that makes the brain reel under the stress. Give 'em some more time, they'll get there.
Until the middle and lower-middle classes finally realize they are the prey, the slaughter will continue until all the meat has been removed from the bones. They have words for this phenomenon, words for this type of culture, those same words which used to strike a violent chord in our national psyche, words that were applied to other nations that we usually had to enter and give tens of thousands of our lives to rescue them from their plight, words which we are now perilously close to adopting, voluntarily or not, for ourselves.
The America I now live in, the America I spent the majority of my adult life defending, the America I pray every night my children and grandchildren can take solace in, bears no resemblance to the America that I once knew. And it gets more unrecognizable by the day...not the decade.
God only knows what Mr. Jefferson would think if he were standing on the steps of the Capital today. He would look across the city and see the beautiful monument built to himself, and although surely humbled and honored, he might wonder why they spent so much time and money on that building when what he really wanted was for his words to be built upon. Instead, they are ignored by people far less intellectually gifted than he, and he never even read the Harvard Law Review.
At the very least, Mr. Jefferson knew what he and his patriot friends crafted almost 250 years ago was a culture who's title began with the letter D, and in no frame of reference, inference, or intention, was it ever intended to begin with any other alphabetical symbol.
But then again, like I said in the beginning, I don't think about the country that much anyways. I'm too busy herding chinch bugs across the vast plain and hot air baloon bungee jumping to do much of anything else. Hey, just curious... do you need a home loan?
"A wise and frugal government, which shall leave men free to regulate their own pursuits of industry and improvement, and shall not take from the mouth of labor the bread it has earned - this is the sum of good government. Trust and protect your troops, your farmers, and your daily toilers, for they are the seed from which the tree of liberty bears fruit"
Today - Independence Day - we are swiftly becoming a dependant state, beholden to the government instead of the vital cog that makes the governmental machinery run. You know what I mean, all that "We the people" stuff. Well, we the people work long, hard hours to provide for our families and to make them prepared for the rigors of life, but we the people are awakening ever-too-frequently to see the results of those efforts are tantamount to trying to push the paste back into the tube. We the people are now being made - not asked mind you, made - to not only continue to provide for those who have no interest in providing for themselves, but to give more of our children's college monies, our families retirement dollars, more of our daily living sustenance to increase the financial benefits for the people to whom hard effort and achievement are merely words on a piece of paper, and not something they have any interest in pursuing themselves. We're being told they're shooting for bigger checks and better medical care for the people who watch "The Price is Right" for a living, while the rest of us dig ditches, care for the infirmed, or whatever else it is the slovenly Middle Class folks do to pay for their Rice-A-Roni and Chicken dinners. And the best part is we the people get to pay for it all. (What? Did you think Billy Bob Clooney was gonna help out? Fuuuuck no. He spent all his available cash on campaign contributions to help fund the ACORN people, and at last check, Billy Bob only made $40 Mil on his most recent shitty movie, so times are tough in the Clooney household. Yessiree buddy, it's a bitch living in the Hampton's and having to commute to Los Angeles, sometimes - gasp - commercial). So little Jared's school shoes are going to have to wait...that "price is right" guy needs more money to ignore those 7 kids he's fathered through 7 different women, aaaannnnd he needs us to pay for the doctors appointments he makes every 90 days or so to get his justification note as to why he still shouldn't go back to work. He remains unemployed - and has been since 1996, but now he's on the precipice of getting a pay raise and a sweet benefits package. It's a good gig if you can get it. Wait! You CAN get it, but you might have to downsize to a Chrysler 3000, if Chrysler is still making cars, that is. I haven't checked the news today...
We the people are being systematically raped to the breaking point, and soon the only escape will be to place our trust - our individual and collective lives - in the very hands of those who broke us in the first place. 60's counter-culture freaks who figured out the way to win their retarded war was to change the context of the battlefield (Not a real battlefield of course. Real battlefields make your hands dirty). The flowers in the rifle barrels were replaced with a law degree from Berkley, Princeton, Harvard, or wherever, the patience to wait it out, and the gavel that eventually came with it. Their time is now, and they have the assets and resources in place. With the possible exception of AM talk radio and one network on T.V., the communications apparatti are monitored and cleansed to the desired specifications, and they're pouncing on what they currently can't control with a swiftness and visciousness that makes the brain reel under the stress. Give 'em some more time, they'll get there.
Until the middle and lower-middle classes finally realize they are the prey, the slaughter will continue until all the meat has been removed from the bones. They have words for this phenomenon, words for this type of culture, those same words which used to strike a violent chord in our national psyche, words that were applied to other nations that we usually had to enter and give tens of thousands of our lives to rescue them from their plight, words which we are now perilously close to adopting, voluntarily or not, for ourselves.
The America I now live in, the America I spent the majority of my adult life defending, the America I pray every night my children and grandchildren can take solace in, bears no resemblance to the America that I once knew. And it gets more unrecognizable by the day...not the decade.
God only knows what Mr. Jefferson would think if he were standing on the steps of the Capital today. He would look across the city and see the beautiful monument built to himself, and although surely humbled and honored, he might wonder why they spent so much time and money on that building when what he really wanted was for his words to be built upon. Instead, they are ignored by people far less intellectually gifted than he, and he never even read the Harvard Law Review.
At the very least, Mr. Jefferson knew what he and his patriot friends crafted almost 250 years ago was a culture who's title began with the letter D, and in no frame of reference, inference, or intention, was it ever intended to begin with any other alphabetical symbol.
But then again, like I said in the beginning, I don't think about the country that much anyways. I'm too busy herding chinch bugs across the vast plain and hot air baloon bungee jumping to do much of anything else. Hey, just curious... do you need a home loan?
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Jackson Drug Aliases
Michael Jackson used a slew of aliases to score prescription meds, and we know the two names that could unlock the key to gross abuse by Jackson and some prominent doctors.We've learned Jackson frequently used the names Omar Arnold and Jack London to get powerful drugs, including Demerol. Jackson also used the name of one of his bodyguards, as well as the name of the office manager for one of his doctors.
Now...for the first time...JL4 news has discovered the list of drug aliases you DO NOT know about, and they are as follows...and remember, you heard it here first!
Now...for the first time...JL4 news has discovered the list of drug aliases you DO NOT know about, and they are as follows...and remember, you heard it here first!
- Puff the Magic Blunt
- Arthur Hash
- Heroes and Heroin
- Daffy Demerol
- Ken and Barbiturate
- Xanex-Men IV, The return of the Greenies
- Mighty Morphine Power Rangers
- Oxycontin...gets the tough pains out!
- Lude Skywalker
- Humphry Bogart the joint
- Bjorn Bong
- Prince Valium
- Hippity Hopped Up, Easter's on its way
- Mickey Main-Liner
- The Hunt For Red OX-tober
- Arthur and Nexus of the Round Table
- Hugh Huffer
and finally...
- Peter Percopan from NeverLand
This includes the latest update from JL4 News. Okay! Everybody sing it with me...
L-S-D...
it's easy as 1-2-3...
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Grandpa has a Silver Star for Valor. Don't FUCK with grandpa!
A WOULD-BE thief made the worst mistake of his career after breaking into the house of a retired Army boxer. Gregory McCalium, 23, fronted court yesterday with a black eye and a fat lip after he was busted - and subsequently bashed - by 71-year-old retired First Sergeant Frank Corti in Mr Corti’s house.
Mr. Corti said he was woken in the middle of the night by noises in his house and was confronted by the knife-wielding McCalium when he went to investigate. He said McCalium “took a slash” at him, but Mr Corti ducked and threw two big right hooks at the assailant.
And Mr Corti knows how to throw a right hook – he was famous for it as a featherweight in the Army.
The blows almost knocked McCalium out, allowing Mr Corti to perform a citizens’ arrest and wait for the police to arrive. Defenndant McCalium’s lawyer told the court his client “looked like a car accident”. “Photos of the scene looked more like a murder scene,” the attorney told the court. The judge wasn’t moved, saying McCalium “got what he deserved” before sentencing him to four-and-a-half years’ jail.
Army Strong Mr. Corti! Army gottdamned Strong, Frank!!!
Next?
Monday, June 29, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Oh my myself. I swear to myself, this is the truth
Hey Everybody, God here.
I just wanted to clear up a few misconceptions, misunderstandings, and outright lies that have been perpetrated down there in earthland by the Jim and Tammy Fae's over the years. Where should I start? Oh yeah...
OJ, Patsy Ramsey, and Casey Anthony did it. Yes they did. Last year I got into this heated argument at the gate. Peter called me saying Patsy was demanding entrance, and that I had better go intervene. I got there and all I could say was "Patsy...are you fucking kidding me? I'm Me, and I SAW YOU DO IT". Needless to say, she was still arguing when the Archangel Herb was placing her on the elevator and pushing the down button 17 times. You get 17 levels deeper if you fit into that special category that Patsy did. I gotta write myself a note to check up on her and see how she's doing.
Are you listening Casey??? You're getting 17 pushes yourself. Maybe 18...I'm still undecided.
Ok...now that we're laying it on the line, so to speak, let me address this issue of Allah. Those violent, illiterate, backwoods bastards think they're praying 5 times a day to ME! They even screwed up the instruction manual. Actually, I said bring "love" and those assholes thought I said "Rugs" and so they drag a piece of weather-worn carpet around in the desert to kneel on, instead of just getting the fuck down and doing it right.
Alright, back to the original sentence. When I saw how stuuuupid these idiots were, I gave them to my cousin Acknad Sooliman IV, gave him the nickname Allah, and sent those stupid ass-wipes a message to get them all in line with cousin Acknad. I clearly said "destroy all the reigns" not in favor with me, and I swear to myself I never - ever - said "destroy all the planes". Good myself in Heaven, talk about lost in translation!
Ok, let's cover this health care issue o-n-e m-o-r-e t-i-m-e. I remember it as if it were last Tuesday - actually I think it WAS last Tuesday - I told Barry..."the program is meant to support people who work, but don't get paid enough to enjoy genuinely good health care", but that dipshit somehow twisted that to say, "Even if you only make $10 an hour, I'm gonna tax the shit outta you so your lazy-assed neighbor on food stamps and welfare gets the same health considerations you do".
And this ladies and germs (I loved Miltie...had him appear at the Heavenly Oasis just the other night. I had grrreeeaaat seats!)...Oh, sorry....as I was saying, every time I say something there are whole groups of douchebags who totally fuck it up. Most of them profess this that and the other thing about themselves, but in truth they wouldn't know the difference between sacrifice and sacrilege if I sent a cobra down to bite them in the neck with it. Perhaps I should...note to self...
Jim Jones, David Koresch, Adolf Hitler, and Jerry Seinfeld immediately come to mind. Stop selling your lame bullshit to the masses, or you too will not have your contract renewed. Along those lines, I gotta be totally honest with you. I was the guy who started the "World is gonna end in 2012" crap, which I thought was hysterically funny until A&E and the Discovery Channel made millions doing stories about it, but now I'm reconsidering whether or not to really do it. I mean, I can't even get spare parts for my Hummer now that you guys have totally fucked that up, and my condo in Vail has been so depreciated I'll end up taking a major bath if I try and sell it. WTF are you all doing down there?
I created Walt Disney and gave him all that swamp land for fun and frolic, but Orlando is now the home to over a hundred intercity drug and violence related murders a year? I know I set aside that shit for D.C. because I wanted the assholes running the U.S. to be running for their cars in fear at night. But I never wanted Sea World messed with.
I'm so fed up with your behavior and attitudes, it's pissing me off in a celestial way. Yep...he's white and you're black. Deal with it or I'll be forced to deal with you. I'm not perfect myself....Myself knows I created lawyers in the mistaken belief they would provide justice in the world, but when the guy drank a fifth of Jack and killed the whole family on I-84, I didn't want you attorneys to sue Jack Daniels, you dipshits! Sue the dink who drank the shit, and get your priorities straight.
Ohhh my Myself...I have a headache. Get it right down there Myself dammit! Love thy neighbor and all that garbage, or you'll be facing the biggest shitstorm since Jesse Helms was elected in South Carolina. I mean it!
KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF!!!
- G
I just wanted to clear up a few misconceptions, misunderstandings, and outright lies that have been perpetrated down there in earthland by the Jim and Tammy Fae's over the years. Where should I start? Oh yeah...
OJ, Patsy Ramsey, and Casey Anthony did it. Yes they did. Last year I got into this heated argument at the gate. Peter called me saying Patsy was demanding entrance, and that I had better go intervene. I got there and all I could say was "Patsy...are you fucking kidding me? I'm Me, and I SAW YOU DO IT". Needless to say, she was still arguing when the Archangel Herb was placing her on the elevator and pushing the down button 17 times. You get 17 levels deeper if you fit into that special category that Patsy did. I gotta write myself a note to check up on her and see how she's doing.
Are you listening Casey??? You're getting 17 pushes yourself. Maybe 18...I'm still undecided.
Ok...now that we're laying it on the line, so to speak, let me address this issue of Allah. Those violent, illiterate, backwoods bastards think they're praying 5 times a day to ME! They even screwed up the instruction manual. Actually, I said bring "love" and those assholes thought I said "Rugs" and so they drag a piece of weather-worn carpet around in the desert to kneel on, instead of just getting the fuck down and doing it right.
Alright, back to the original sentence. When I saw how stuuuupid these idiots were, I gave them to my cousin Acknad Sooliman IV, gave him the nickname Allah, and sent those stupid ass-wipes a message to get them all in line with cousin Acknad. I clearly said "destroy all the reigns" not in favor with me, and I swear to myself I never - ever - said "destroy all the planes". Good myself in Heaven, talk about lost in translation!
Ok, let's cover this health care issue o-n-e m-o-r-e t-i-m-e. I remember it as if it were last Tuesday - actually I think it WAS last Tuesday - I told Barry..."the program is meant to support people who work, but don't get paid enough to enjoy genuinely good health care", but that dipshit somehow twisted that to say, "Even if you only make $10 an hour, I'm gonna tax the shit outta you so your lazy-assed neighbor on food stamps and welfare gets the same health considerations you do".
And this ladies and germs (I loved Miltie...had him appear at the Heavenly Oasis just the other night. I had grrreeeaaat seats!)...Oh, sorry....as I was saying, every time I say something there are whole groups of douchebags who totally fuck it up. Most of them profess this that and the other thing about themselves, but in truth they wouldn't know the difference between sacrifice and sacrilege if I sent a cobra down to bite them in the neck with it. Perhaps I should...note to self...
Jim Jones, David Koresch, Adolf Hitler, and Jerry Seinfeld immediately come to mind. Stop selling your lame bullshit to the masses, or you too will not have your contract renewed. Along those lines, I gotta be totally honest with you. I was the guy who started the "World is gonna end in 2012" crap, which I thought was hysterically funny until A&E and the Discovery Channel made millions doing stories about it, but now I'm reconsidering whether or not to really do it. I mean, I can't even get spare parts for my Hummer now that you guys have totally fucked that up, and my condo in Vail has been so depreciated I'll end up taking a major bath if I try and sell it. WTF are you all doing down there?
I created Walt Disney and gave him all that swamp land for fun and frolic, but Orlando is now the home to over a hundred intercity drug and violence related murders a year? I know I set aside that shit for D.C. because I wanted the assholes running the U.S. to be running for their cars in fear at night. But I never wanted Sea World messed with.
I'm so fed up with your behavior and attitudes, it's pissing me off in a celestial way. Yep...he's white and you're black. Deal with it or I'll be forced to deal with you. I'm not perfect myself....Myself knows I created lawyers in the mistaken belief they would provide justice in the world, but when the guy drank a fifth of Jack and killed the whole family on I-84, I didn't want you attorneys to sue Jack Daniels, you dipshits! Sue the dink who drank the shit, and get your priorities straight.
Ohhh my Myself...I have a headache. Get it right down there Myself dammit! Love thy neighbor and all that garbage, or you'll be facing the biggest shitstorm since Jesse Helms was elected in South Carolina. I mean it!
KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF!!!
- G
Saturday, June 20, 2009
At it again
Ever wonder why that fashion explosion of turtle necks, sweater vests and subtly checked trousers didn't catch on? Look no more. I have no idea where the hand on her shoulder is coming from; perhaps it was superimposed into the picture like the fake farm background has been to make these guys seem less gay (good luck with that).
Finally....finally....I see an album cover with some nice, wholesome, clean cut...woah!!!! "let me touch HIM"""??? Never saw that one coming, but Methinks it the title could throw off the gospel message somewhat.
The Keithen's were the original Brady family, but as you can clearly see the T.V. show only kept Alice the maid and Jan. That hair became the model for the space shuttle docking facility at Kennedy Space Center in the late 1960's. Check out "Alice's" face...she has no idea which person is goosing her at shutter-point, but they had damn sure better cut it out. In any even, the McKeithen's obviously had the same clothing rep as the Country Church folks, above.
Following his smash hit, "Poem's for Heterosexual Cats" our Irish friend Paddy created this living masterpiece. I can't see any hands in the barrel, but that dogie looks fairly spent to me. DECCA records put this one out long before their federal trial on child porn charges exposed the name DECCA was a clever play on words for decadent.
Ummmmmm...hey, what the hell? It even comes with Special Instruction Booklets (plural!). And it's two LP's to boot!
Songs like....
He likes his steak medium well....
Don't rub his foot so hard in that spot... and an all-timer favorite...
If you see him wihout a beer, get up and go get one for him
In any event, this LP lead to a complete social revolution in this country...ummm....perhaps it caused a social revolution in this country...either way....shit changed after this, an for the better by the way. Without such ground-breaking boldness as this, how could we have ever produced
THIS....
Uhhhhhhhhh....oh fuck! Since I DO believe in Miracles and I DO believe in God....oh fuck....I have nothing to say about this one....nothing....really!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Back for more
Upbound? More like hell-bound if you decide to use that ax on anything other than timber. I gotta figure "Butch''
is the one in the fabulously flowered shirt with the 17 inch long collar - however I could be wrong and Butch could be the chick **Wink** **Wink**
All your friends are dead, huh Freddie? Is that because they are in little pieces in the back of your 1968 Lincoln Continental, victims of Butch's gospel ax?
Listen...you got one phone call. Make it count!
Oh my God in heaven! This is what Kid Rock was supposed to look like before his sex change operation. This guy makes rednecks blush with embarrassment. Check out his "Smash Hits":
I seen her first...
Ain't above lyin'... and his platinum seller...
I got sumpin dat itches
WTF?? The missing piece is about 12 inches too far right and 3 inches too far down. The name Biffy Clyro alone is a puzzle, I'll bet you no one on God's Green Earth understands the meaning behind his music. And why are those two men taking away his desk? His clothes are probably in the bottom right drawer.
Ahhhh....Abba with the backwards "B". You gotta love a Swedish group singing in English on an album titled in Spanish all the while dressed like the crew of "Lost in Space" in the Telexstar 4 Nebula.
Judy Robinson? Is that you?
The Amason twins, otherwise known by their first names, Hansel and Dorkel. If the Lord is coming again, can we get him to wear something other than my Aunt Edna's tablecloth this time? And is it just me, or do you also see their hair as being combed in-sync for this photograph?
Joyce my old friend! Joyce is making his....ummmm...her... 2nd appearance on my blog, this time for her...ummm....his... highly acclaimed album "under the knife of my Swedish sex-change surgeon". Joyce has this really cool trick she does at parties during drinking games...she shoves her pinky finger through the soft spot in her skull that came about because of that accident in '67 with the pipe fitters truck. She can roll one eye left while making a gushy squeaking sound out of the other....I guess you have to be there to appreciate the hilarity of it.
Wow! Benjamin Netanyahoo, Golda Meier, and Jamie Farr in their younger days before they decided to bomb Gaza on a regular basis. In this photo, they are spoofing Yassir Arafat calling for a cease-fire with Mosha Diane.
Hit singles include:
I gotta samaltz for ya baby...
Bomb ya? I'm gonna fuckin annihilate ya...
and everyones favorite:
My cousin Lou married a Syrian once...once!
Holy Fuckin Shit!!!!
Count my blessings???
There are so many ways looking at this cover makes me do just that. Let's start with the Jack Nicholson impressionist on the left. "You can't handle the fuckin truth, asshole". That truth being that although this was intended to be a spiritual awakening, it looks more like Bat Masterson's wake after O.K. Corral. The dude on the right with no blood circulating in his face? Your guess is as good as mine. The baby grew up to be a child singer/porn star who bailed out of heroin rehab at age 11 and is now trying to get together a reality T.V. show together called "Think your life was fucked?" So far, only Showtime has issued a feeler on the project.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Say whaaaa?
This morning I noticed one of my lawns sprinkler heads was broken, and so, I made my twice annually trip to Lowes. I went to the aisle for sprinkler heads and began my rapid descent into lost consciousness. And then...
...horror of all horrors...
...the Lowes guy was walking towards me...
...which meant he was gonna ask me what I needed...
...and then the dreaded answer was to follow.
Picture if you will yourself...you're in the Great Pyramid Cheops. You're deep in the maze of tunnels - AND YOU'RE LOST. The only language advising you how to exit before you asphyxiate is Ancient Hieroglyphics.
That's me at Lowes. We all have our talents, and mine isn't home repair. But the guy coming closer to me; the guy who patented "carpenters crack"; the guy with the 7th grade education who thinks if you don't know what a torque wrench is you're a feeble idiot - was approaching.
"How ya'll doin?" he started. I'm fine I replied, and explained to him I needed to replace my sprinkler head.
"Is it a 2 inch, 4 inch, or 6 inch okywarbler system?" he asked. Sure is, I said.
"Waaaail thiin pardner, whatchoo need is a portable macintyre tubular wrench, 'bout 2 ounces of PB Lathermeister Ointment, a co-convex scrotumizer strap, and two labia enhanced outshoot nozzles, and four piomonitored reflector pins, and ya got it made."
I looked at this man - speaking Martian - and said "thanks..."that's what I figured".
Then I drove home and looked up the number for the closest sprinkler system repair company.
Next??
...horror of all horrors...
...the Lowes guy was walking towards me...
...which meant he was gonna ask me what I needed...
...and then the dreaded answer was to follow.
Picture if you will yourself...you're in the Great Pyramid Cheops. You're deep in the maze of tunnels - AND YOU'RE LOST. The only language advising you how to exit before you asphyxiate is Ancient Hieroglyphics.
That's me at Lowes. We all have our talents, and mine isn't home repair. But the guy coming closer to me; the guy who patented "carpenters crack"; the guy with the 7th grade education who thinks if you don't know what a torque wrench is you're a feeble idiot - was approaching.
"How ya'll doin?" he started. I'm fine I replied, and explained to him I needed to replace my sprinkler head.
"Is it a 2 inch, 4 inch, or 6 inch okywarbler system?" he asked. Sure is, I said.
"Waaaail thiin pardner, whatchoo need is a portable macintyre tubular wrench, 'bout 2 ounces of PB Lathermeister Ointment, a co-convex scrotumizer strap, and two labia enhanced outshoot nozzles, and four piomonitored reflector pins, and ya got it made."
I looked at this man - speaking Martian - and said "thanks..."that's what I figured".
Then I drove home and looked up the number for the closest sprinkler system repair company.
Next??
Friday, May 08, 2009
Glass houses
A while back.
Not so far, actually. Call it a short while.
Red Sox fans world-wide used to complain about everything...the weather, politics, this fairly insignificant issue of something like 8+ decades without a World Series win. There was even talk of curses, voodoo, and devil worship.
Anyway, back then a certain faction of Red Sox fans reveled in making accusations of their rivals, there was the emerging thought that the Yankees had cheated their way to a Game 7 ALCS win over Boston, thanks to the 3-home run contributions of one Jason Giambi. Early on in the following year, the slugging first baseman had apologized with a fill-in-the blank press conference. Nobody thought he had disobeyed any city water laws, but he never said the "S" word either.
Back then, we were still living in a naïve world of baseball in Boston. We were the lovable losers. The Yankees were the needle-pushing cheats. Back then it was easier to believe that they were the dark knight and we were the damsels in distress.
The Mitchell report of 2007 listed 120 MLB players as steroid users, many of them the nucleus of the Yankees mid to late 1990's dynasty years when they won 4 World Series titles. "Fucking cheaters" we bellowed, as if to make ourselves completely immune from the process. "Didn't see any Red Sox players listed" we were quick to say, and all seemed right in Camelot. Lancelot had finally become king, in both 2004 and 2007, which made it even sweeter that we did it "honestly".
Back then, you know...back then... we just assumed the good guys were the only ones not juicing, a belief not exactly disputed by the Mitchell Report, which delivered us such tasty revelations as ... Eric Gagne, who was here all of three months, and sucked mightily anyways. Meanwhile, Roger Clemens watched as his Hall of Fame career got taken down into a sewer of events, and once again, Red Sox fans enjoyed a nice bout with karma.
Yesterday though, the bombshell dropped when it was announced that Manny Ramirez -- that’s former Red Sox World Series MVP Manny Ramirez -- has been suspended by Major League Baseball for 50 games for using performance-enhancing drugs.
Camelot shook. The glass house that was Red Sox Nation was suddenly in full view of everyone, and the stones were soon to follow. That doesn’t mean he used them in ’04... Or in ’07...but now, we have some reason to believe he may have. And it bothers us.
You see, much like how all of New England grins over the tainted legacy of Alex Rodriguez, so too beginning today, is the resume of Manny Ramirez. And yes, if you think Giambi’s presence in 2003 was a dirty avenue to the World Series, then you have to think the same about Ramirez in ’04 and ’07.
Frankly, these admissions rarely surprise me anymore. I’m more intrigued these days to see how the public reaction develops. It ruined Clemens’ life. It sent Barry Bonds, Sammy Sosa and Mark McGuire into exile.
For the most part, Red Sox fans will revel in the news of another enemy of the state getting busted. But, as one person noted, “If Manny was using in 2009 when baseball was testing, what do you figure he was doing when baseball wasn’t testing?"
Way back then, we didn’t know any better. These days, we should, but something tells me that some of us are going to conveniently forget about Giambi and ’03. When that sort of thing hits close to home, you normally do. In any event. they don't take away MVPs or World Series titles.
Only the perception of them.
Not so far, actually. Call it a short while.
Red Sox fans world-wide used to complain about everything...the weather, politics, this fairly insignificant issue of something like 8+ decades without a World Series win. There was even talk of curses, voodoo, and devil worship.
Anyway, back then a certain faction of Red Sox fans reveled in making accusations of their rivals, there was the emerging thought that the Yankees had cheated their way to a Game 7 ALCS win over Boston, thanks to the 3-home run contributions of one Jason Giambi. Early on in the following year, the slugging first baseman had apologized with a fill-in-the blank press conference. Nobody thought he had disobeyed any city water laws, but he never said the "S" word either.
Back then, we were still living in a naïve world of baseball in Boston. We were the lovable losers. The Yankees were the needle-pushing cheats. Back then it was easier to believe that they were the dark knight and we were the damsels in distress.
The Mitchell report of 2007 listed 120 MLB players as steroid users, many of them the nucleus of the Yankees mid to late 1990's dynasty years when they won 4 World Series titles. "Fucking cheaters" we bellowed, as if to make ourselves completely immune from the process. "Didn't see any Red Sox players listed" we were quick to say, and all seemed right in Camelot. Lancelot had finally become king, in both 2004 and 2007, which made it even sweeter that we did it "honestly".
Back then, you know...back then... we just assumed the good guys were the only ones not juicing, a belief not exactly disputed by the Mitchell Report, which delivered us such tasty revelations as ... Eric Gagne, who was here all of three months, and sucked mightily anyways. Meanwhile, Roger Clemens watched as his Hall of Fame career got taken down into a sewer of events, and once again, Red Sox fans enjoyed a nice bout with karma.
Yesterday though, the bombshell dropped when it was announced that Manny Ramirez -- that’s former Red Sox World Series MVP Manny Ramirez -- has been suspended by Major League Baseball for 50 games for using performance-enhancing drugs.
Camelot shook. The glass house that was Red Sox Nation was suddenly in full view of everyone, and the stones were soon to follow. That doesn’t mean he used them in ’04... Or in ’07...but now, we have some reason to believe he may have. And it bothers us.
You see, much like how all of New England grins over the tainted legacy of Alex Rodriguez, so too beginning today, is the resume of Manny Ramirez. And yes, if you think Giambi’s presence in 2003 was a dirty avenue to the World Series, then you have to think the same about Ramirez in ’04 and ’07.
Frankly, these admissions rarely surprise me anymore. I’m more intrigued these days to see how the public reaction develops. It ruined Clemens’ life. It sent Barry Bonds, Sammy Sosa and Mark McGuire into exile.
For the most part, Red Sox fans will revel in the news of another enemy of the state getting busted. But, as one person noted, “If Manny was using in 2009 when baseball was testing, what do you figure he was doing when baseball wasn’t testing?"
Way back then, we didn’t know any better. These days, we should, but something tells me that some of us are going to conveniently forget about Giambi and ’03. When that sort of thing hits close to home, you normally do. In any event. they don't take away MVPs or World Series titles.
Only the perception of them.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Unsung...and barely even spoken acapello
Call them the unsung heroes of World War II. They didn't see combat, but they did fly 60 million miles in 60,000 hours across the U.S. and the European Theater. There were 1,074 trained and certified pilots in this group, and they flew dozens of missions - although non-combat missions - during the 1940's.
"We were not treated the same as combat tested pilots at that time, but we proved given the same training they were receiving, we could fly anything they flew on any mission they flew, except our missions weren't over Germany or Japan; mainly France, England, and North Africa after Rommel was driven out" one of their best pilots says.
They tested new aircraft and tested combat planes after repairs were made. They delivered planes, towed targets for antiaircraft gunnery practice, flew searchlight-tracking missions and simulated bombings. Some taught flight students while they were still cadets in training.
"It wasn't hard for me. I just did it even though I missed the opportunity for genuine combat, I was part of a force that did so much for the war effort, it didn't matter after a while" says Peterson Young, 86. "People talked about me, but they had to talk about somebody. Non-combatants were - and still are - looked down upon"
This particular group of pilots were not recognized for their efforts until 1977 when honored by then-President Carter, but they inspired other generations to climb to higher heights. They were America's unsung heroes...but they will not be forgotten.
I know I won't allow anyone to forget....
the women pilots of the WASP Corps.
"We were not treated the same as combat tested pilots at that time, but we proved given the same training they were receiving, we could fly anything they flew on any mission they flew, except our missions weren't over Germany or Japan; mainly France, England, and North Africa after Rommel was driven out" one of their best pilots says.
They tested new aircraft and tested combat planes after repairs were made. They delivered planes, towed targets for antiaircraft gunnery practice, flew searchlight-tracking missions and simulated bombings. Some taught flight students while they were still cadets in training.
"It wasn't hard for me. I just did it even though I missed the opportunity for genuine combat, I was part of a force that did so much for the war effort, it didn't matter after a while" says Peterson Young, 86. "People talked about me, but they had to talk about somebody. Non-combatants were - and still are - looked down upon"
This particular group of pilots were not recognized for their efforts until 1977 when honored by then-President Carter, but they inspired other generations to climb to higher heights. They were America's unsung heroes...but they will not be forgotten.
I know I won't allow anyone to forget....
the women pilots of the WASP Corps.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
David Koresh and the Temple of Doom
Contrary to popular belief (as well as those who defend the 1990's presidency voraciously) the events of 9-11 are not, as one friend told me, past history, nor were the events of 9-11 the first attack on US soil since Pearl Harbor, no matter what Andrea Mitchell and Keith Olbermann would have you believe.
It was actually number 5. With apologies to all you who flunked elementary math, first Arab attack was the WTC in February of 1993, number three was the embassies in Africa, the fourth was the USS Cole, and the fifth....yes the fifth...1-2-3-4-5....was 9-11.
This is a partial story of number 2. Fasten your seat belts, and kids under 48 inches not allowed on this ride.
Zacarias Moussaoui, dubbed the "20th 9-11 hijacker" by federal prosecutors, would have been released from federal custody before the 9-11 attacks if not for the heroic persistence of field agents in the FBI’s Minneapolis office. Agent Coleen Rowley and members of her FBI team carried on a running fight with top FBI and Justice Department officials who tried to stop the Minnesota investigation and prevented a search of his laptop computer until after his fellow conspirators crashed their hijacked planes on September 11.
There are many important, unanswered questions concerning Moussaoui. For instance: Why have federal officials pointedly ignored publicly available facts showing that most of the $64,000 he received from Al-Qaeda/Al Qaeda Linked sources was spent in the Oklahoma City area, where he attended the Airman Flight School in nearby Norman. The largest chunk of Moussaoui’s funds, $35,000, was provided by al-Qaeda paymaster Yazid Sufaat, one of the principal hosts of the secret al-Qaeda planning meeting for 9-11 in Malaysia. Moussaoui, according to federal authorities, was operating under the direction of al-Qaeda mastermind Khalid Shaikh Mohammed, who met in the Philippines with his nephew, 1993 World Trade Center bomber Ramzi Yousef, during the same time period that Yousef was meeting with an American named Terry Nichols, also in the Philippines.
September 11 hijacker Ziad Jarrah’s ticket (United Airlines Flight 93) was purchased from a computer terminal at Oklahoma University in Norman. Moussaoui was a frequent visitor to the OU campus, worked out at the OU gym and recruited OU student Hussain Al-Attas. September 11 hijacker Mohammed Atta, a member of al-Qaeda’s cell in Hamburg, Germany, visited the same Norman, Oklahoma, flight school that Moussaoui attended.
Oklahoma, Oklahoma, Oklahoma...over and again. Strange place for a former African American turned Muslim zealot to hang out, don't you think?
Perhaps the most important "coincidence" concerning Moussaoui is his connection to convicted felon Melvin Lattimore, a convert to Islam who now goes by the name Majahid Abdulquaadir Menepta.
Lattimore/Menepta’s credit card was used to help finance the 1993 World Trade Center bombing directed by Ramzi Yousef.
Federal ATF Agent Jeffrey Whitney has testified in court that one day after the Oklahoma City bombing, an FBI informant told FBI superiors that Menepta should be considered a top suspect in the Oklahoma attack.
Several employees at Travelers Aid, one block from the Murrah Building, identified Menepta as entering the Travelers Aid office with three other men the day before the Oklahoma City bombing. Two of the men accompanying Menepta were identified as closely resembling associates of an American named Timothy McVeigh, and one of the witnesses positively identified the vehicle that the group drove away in as Mr. McVeigh’s beat-up Mercury Marquis.
Menepta was a member of a militant mosque in St. Louis and is now a member of a radical mosque in Norman, where he says he saw Moussaoui on a daily basis. According to Oklahoma news accounts, Menepta and Moussaoui were roommates in Norman, while Moussaoui attended flight school.
Menepta’s roommate, Al-Attas, drove Moussaoui from Oklahoma to Minnesota to begin flight school there. When Al-Attas was arrested, Menepta drove to Minnesota and posted $5,000 bail for his release.
When Menepta and Al-Attas returned to Norman on August 21, 2001, more than three weeks before 9-11, agents from the Oklahoma City FBI office knocked on their apartment door. According to the agents, several men fled the apartment and exited the building before the agents could react. Also, according to FBI documents, 9-11 hijacker Salem Al-Hazmi was seen in Menepta’s Norman apartment in April 2001.
Menepta was arrested one month after the 9-11 attacks as a material witness and possible co-conspirator. Menepta vigorously defended Moussaoui as a "scapegoat."
Gloria Smith, who managed the office of a charitable organization called "The Travelers Aid Association"... one block from the Murrah Building in Oklahoma City, told FBI agents that Melvin Lattimore/Menepta came to her office with other men in Timothy McVeigh’s car. A federal ATF agent has testified in court that one day after the bombing an undercover informant fingered Menepta as the top suspect. Mrs. Smith, who has no desire for fame in this affair, nor does she have an agenda, swore under oath TEN TIMES she witnessed what she witnessed. But he was never arrested for shit.
The story goes on and on. The FBI "lost" the transcripts of Mrs. Smiths 10...that's correct...10 interviews. They lost all 10. There were other documents that pertained to material evidence that were lost or "misfiled" and therefore never came out as public information. What bad luck, huh? Gee... Whitewater and blowjobgate were going on during these times as well. No point in any loose ends or security messiness being brought up in the mid to late 90's. Nawwww.
So what we have is a discharged buck sergeant (three stripes) from the Army who had no apparent employment, hanging out with a farmer from Minnesotta who didn't farm, AND---ALL----BY---THEMSELVES---they had the financial wherewithal to buy all the materials needed to bring down a semi-sky scraper, take trips all over the US, take trips to the Philippines, rent all kinds of vehicles, stay at semi-expensive hotels, eat, and whatever else
they needed, but the administration of the 1990's would have us believe this was some angry white supremacist hell-bent on avenging some retard in Waco, Tx. C'mon...even the dumbest of you out there know "no ticky, no laundry", and as far as the records indicate, McVeigh and Nichols weren't buying on credit. Where was the ENORMOUS amounts of UNTRACEABLE CASH coming from?
Lastly, there is this business of total silence, and I mean TOTAL FUCKING SILENCE, even on his death gurney. If he did what he did for what they said he did, why wouldn't he proclaim it to the world, at least on the day he died? You pull a shitstorm and shove it right up the US Governments ass, and you don't want to claim it? You don't want to go on CNN and laugh? Intead...you die tight-lipped?
And speaking of dying, isn't the national average for death row something like 20+ years? It certainly isn't 4 years after a conviction...but it was here. My, my...that sure was fast. You would think someone in D.C. had sweaty palms or something.
You know what, I've concluded my research is full of shit. The broke Buck Sergeant and the non-farming farmer did it. It must have been an inheritance that no one has heard of.
Or...?
Authors note: If you don't understand the significance of the title, "David Korsh and the Temple of Doom"....go away.
It was actually number 5. With apologies to all you who flunked elementary math, first Arab attack was the WTC in February of 1993, number three was the embassies in Africa, the fourth was the USS Cole, and the fifth....yes the fifth...1-2-3-4-5....was 9-11.
This is a partial story of number 2. Fasten your seat belts, and kids under 48 inches not allowed on this ride.
Zacarias Moussaoui, dubbed the "20th 9-11 hijacker" by federal prosecutors, would have been released from federal custody before the 9-11 attacks if not for the heroic persistence of field agents in the FBI’s Minneapolis office. Agent Coleen Rowley and members of her FBI team carried on a running fight with top FBI and Justice Department officials who tried to stop the Minnesota investigation and prevented a search of his laptop computer until after his fellow conspirators crashed their hijacked planes on September 11.
There are many important, unanswered questions concerning Moussaoui. For instance: Why have federal officials pointedly ignored publicly available facts showing that most of the $64,000 he received from Al-Qaeda/Al Qaeda Linked sources was spent in the Oklahoma City area, where he attended the Airman Flight School in nearby Norman. The largest chunk of Moussaoui’s funds, $35,000, was provided by al-Qaeda paymaster Yazid Sufaat, one of the principal hosts of the secret al-Qaeda planning meeting for 9-11 in Malaysia. Moussaoui, according to federal authorities, was operating under the direction of al-Qaeda mastermind Khalid Shaikh Mohammed, who met in the Philippines with his nephew, 1993 World Trade Center bomber Ramzi Yousef, during the same time period that Yousef was meeting with an American named Terry Nichols, also in the Philippines.
September 11 hijacker Ziad Jarrah’s ticket (United Airlines Flight 93) was purchased from a computer terminal at Oklahoma University in Norman. Moussaoui was a frequent visitor to the OU campus, worked out at the OU gym and recruited OU student Hussain Al-Attas. September 11 hijacker Mohammed Atta, a member of al-Qaeda’s cell in Hamburg, Germany, visited the same Norman, Oklahoma, flight school that Moussaoui attended.
Oklahoma, Oklahoma, Oklahoma...over and again. Strange place for a former African American turned Muslim zealot to hang out, don't you think?
Perhaps the most important "coincidence" concerning Moussaoui is his connection to convicted felon Melvin Lattimore, a convert to Islam who now goes by the name Majahid Abdulquaadir Menepta.
Lattimore/Menepta’s credit card was used to help finance the 1993 World Trade Center bombing directed by Ramzi Yousef.
Federal ATF Agent Jeffrey Whitney has testified in court that one day after the Oklahoma City bombing, an FBI informant told FBI superiors that Menepta should be considered a top suspect in the Oklahoma attack.
Several employees at Travelers Aid, one block from the Murrah Building, identified Menepta as entering the Travelers Aid office with three other men the day before the Oklahoma City bombing. Two of the men accompanying Menepta were identified as closely resembling associates of an American named Timothy McVeigh, and one of the witnesses positively identified the vehicle that the group drove away in as Mr. McVeigh’s beat-up Mercury Marquis.
Menepta was a member of a militant mosque in St. Louis and is now a member of a radical mosque in Norman, where he says he saw Moussaoui on a daily basis. According to Oklahoma news accounts, Menepta and Moussaoui were roommates in Norman, while Moussaoui attended flight school.
Menepta’s roommate, Al-Attas, drove Moussaoui from Oklahoma to Minnesota to begin flight school there. When Al-Attas was arrested, Menepta drove to Minnesota and posted $5,000 bail for his release.
When Menepta and Al-Attas returned to Norman on August 21, 2001, more than three weeks before 9-11, agents from the Oklahoma City FBI office knocked on their apartment door. According to the agents, several men fled the apartment and exited the building before the agents could react. Also, according to FBI documents, 9-11 hijacker Salem Al-Hazmi was seen in Menepta’s Norman apartment in April 2001.
Menepta was arrested one month after the 9-11 attacks as a material witness and possible co-conspirator. Menepta vigorously defended Moussaoui as a "scapegoat."
Gloria Smith, who managed the office of a charitable organization called "The Travelers Aid Association"... one block from the Murrah Building in Oklahoma City, told FBI agents that Melvin Lattimore/Menepta came to her office with other men in Timothy McVeigh’s car. A federal ATF agent has testified in court that one day after the bombing an undercover informant fingered Menepta as the top suspect. Mrs. Smith, who has no desire for fame in this affair, nor does she have an agenda, swore under oath TEN TIMES she witnessed what she witnessed. But he was never arrested for shit.
The story goes on and on. The FBI "lost" the transcripts of Mrs. Smiths 10...that's correct...10 interviews. They lost all 10. There were other documents that pertained to material evidence that were lost or "misfiled" and therefore never came out as public information. What bad luck, huh? Gee... Whitewater and blowjobgate were going on during these times as well. No point in any loose ends or security messiness being brought up in the mid to late 90's. Nawwww.
So what we have is a discharged buck sergeant (three stripes) from the Army who had no apparent employment, hanging out with a farmer from Minnesotta who didn't farm, AND---ALL----BY---THEMSELVES---they had the financial wherewithal to buy all the materials needed to bring down a semi-sky scraper, take trips all over the US, take trips to the Philippines, rent all kinds of vehicles, stay at semi-expensive hotels, eat, and whatever else
they needed, but the administration of the 1990's would have us believe this was some angry white supremacist hell-bent on avenging some retard in Waco, Tx. C'mon...even the dumbest of you out there know "no ticky, no laundry", and as far as the records indicate, McVeigh and Nichols weren't buying on credit. Where was the ENORMOUS amounts of UNTRACEABLE CASH coming from?
Lastly, there is this business of total silence, and I mean TOTAL FUCKING SILENCE, even on his death gurney. If he did what he did for what they said he did, why wouldn't he proclaim it to the world, at least on the day he died? You pull a shitstorm and shove it right up the US Governments ass, and you don't want to claim it? You don't want to go on CNN and laugh? Intead...you die tight-lipped?
And speaking of dying, isn't the national average for death row something like 20+ years? It certainly isn't 4 years after a conviction...but it was here. My, my...that sure was fast. You would think someone in D.C. had sweaty palms or something.
You know what, I've concluded my research is full of shit. The broke Buck Sergeant and the non-farming farmer did it. It must have been an inheritance that no one has heard of.
Or...?
Authors note: If you don't understand the significance of the title, "David Korsh and the Temple of Doom"....go away.
Hi mom...we're number 25
That's our number....25.
We here in the U.S. rank 25th in the world in adult literacy rate, and to be honest with you, I think it's a lie. We're more like 115th or something. Botswana is ranked higher than us. Bot-fucking-swana! The truth is, Botswanians probably know where the US is, but I can bet you most Americans have probably NOT heard of Botswana, let alone know where it is.
Thaaank it ain't troo pardner? Thaaank agin. The following are excerpts from comments on an Orlando news site on the Casey Anthony story, as they are...word for word:
Death penalty
I think she should suffer every minuet of her life. Never to whore around again or kill any body else.So I think no death penalty. Besides Florida is not a good place for death penalty..check out the statistics. With all the high priced lawyers they have and more every day, who knows? But then, of course, Phil Spector got found guilty after the second trial...Good riddence
By Pauline @ 04/27/09 08:59:15 PMreport
Death for Caysee
I have watched this caes from day one and I personally think she should not get death because it is an easy way out for her put her sorry as in prison with photo's of that precious angel so she never forgets what she did and no partying and no booze and lovers that would be the best punishment for her. Her parents are no better than she is yes I agree it's there daughter and she deserves there love but who is there for Caylee?? The public cares more about that child than her own grandparents and I think they also should go to jail for being liars and trying to get her off..I pray they see that angels face everytime they close there eyes. May god have mercy on there souls because the world knows there scum like they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree she got it from her momma..
By Cindy Lamb @ 04/27/09 07:13:34 AM
Who to
I said to what for one that Casie and er mother Cindee should have burned for there comments and acshions wile that baby slept in the woods. Same on them for there belefs.
By John @ 04/2/09 06:14:29 AM
Those are just a small sampling of the grammatically and spelling impaired idiots who live in this country. About 20 years ago I read an article in US News and World report that stated 70% of Americans could not read, write, handle their checkbook, etc. to the educational level they had sheepskin for. In other words, a college grad was akin to a senior in high school, and a high school grad was like an 8th grader, and so on. I think that percentage has risen exponentially.
I rest my case. Americans are a stupid fucking lot.
115th at best.
We here in the U.S. rank 25th in the world in adult literacy rate, and to be honest with you, I think it's a lie. We're more like 115th or something. Botswana is ranked higher than us. Bot-fucking-swana! The truth is, Botswanians probably know where the US is, but I can bet you most Americans have probably NOT heard of Botswana, let alone know where it is.
Thaaank it ain't troo pardner? Thaaank agin. The following are excerpts from comments on an Orlando news site on the Casey Anthony story, as they are...word for word:
Death penalty
I think she should suffer every minuet of her life. Never to whore around again or kill any body else.So I think no death penalty. Besides Florida is not a good place for death penalty..check out the statistics. With all the high priced lawyers they have and more every day, who knows? But then, of course, Phil Spector got found guilty after the second trial...Good riddence
By Pauline @ 04/27/09 08:59:15 PMreport
Death for Caysee
I have watched this caes from day one and I personally think she should not get death because it is an easy way out for her put her sorry as in prison with photo's of that precious angel so she never forgets what she did and no partying and no booze and lovers that would be the best punishment for her. Her parents are no better than she is yes I agree it's there daughter and she deserves there love but who is there for Caylee?? The public cares more about that child than her own grandparents and I think they also should go to jail for being liars and trying to get her off..I pray they see that angels face everytime they close there eyes. May god have mercy on there souls because the world knows there scum like they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree she got it from her momma..
By Cindy Lamb @ 04/27/09 07:13:34 AM
Who to
I said to what for one that Casie and er mother Cindee should have burned for there comments and acshions wile that baby slept in the woods. Same on them for there belefs.
By John @ 04/2/09 06:14:29 AM
Those are just a small sampling of the grammatically and spelling impaired idiots who live in this country. About 20 years ago I read an article in US News and World report that stated 70% of Americans could not read, write, handle their checkbook, etc. to the educational level they had sheepskin for. In other words, a college grad was akin to a senior in high school, and a high school grad was like an 8th grader, and so on. I think that percentage has risen exponentially.
I rest my case. Americans are a stupid fucking lot.
115th at best.
Monday, May 04, 2009
Pay no attention to the man behind that veiled curtain...
"I don't know about you but I'd rather be around an honest sinner than a phony Christian any day. To be honest with you, I don't like faux anything. I have almost no tolerance for liars in general and even less for lying so-called Christians. Lies are not compassionate - they are cowardly, crooked and void of any confidence in God or anyone else and have been at the heart of every wicked act since Eve took of the forbidden fruit."
That passage was written by a man named Paul Proctor, and I couldn't agree more.
I work with two phony Christians, and they piss me off on a regular basis. They bring their Bibles to work, youtube sermons to watch at work, and never use cuss words. Meanwhile they pull Casey Anthony's on their fellow employees almost daily. They metaphorically lock them in the trunk while they go about partying, then sometime later, they double bag them and dump them in the woods nearby.
But they don't cuss...and they read their Bibles. Apparently they conveniently skip over James 2:14-18 where he says "I do not object to faith; I object to faith unaccompanied by action".
And that is what most faux religious people get wrong, and they think the rest of us don't notice. Their actions do not mirror their stated beliefs. This is in fact not limited to Christianity alone, it's just easier to point out to Americans in their most common religious orientation.
Muslims who go to the Mosque and pray are not bad people. Muslims who willingly plan to fly planes into large buildings in the name of Allah are. Hebrews who go to the wailing wall while living a normal life are fine by me...it's the ones who start shit in Gaza - knowing it will escalate and cause death and destruction - they're the people we all have to watch out for. The biggest, yes I said BIGGEST, problem in the world today is not faith, it is organized religion and the flawed human beings who practice it.
Don't believe me?
Catholics are brought up in fear...driven by the Mother of all Guantanamo's...the mortal sin. If you do this, it's that kind of sin and your teeth will rot by age 16. If you do that, Locusts will fly up your ass and implode you by age 40. But the mortal sin....ohhhh....fear the mortal sin at all costs. That one is reserved for kids who talk back to their mothers or get a C- in Chemistry. A mortal sin means you're off to hell doomed to forever spend your eternal life in flames and soot. It is designed to make you welcome the Locust-Ass-Implosion, and forever seek counselling for you're imperfect thoughts and deeds...from a Priest...look out if you're a teenage boy. Awwww...didn't like that crack? Prove it isn't true. Go ahead, I'm waiting. Love thy neighbor as thyself evidently means giving blowjobs to altar boys.
The point here is I've known about 4 people in my life that were truly Christian...and you'd never know it. They don't drag the Bible around on a leash...when they hit their finger with a hammer they yell FUCK!!!...and they don't try to recruit you or fill your head with how great and holy they are. These four people I know...get this....they LIVE IT. They're kind, considerate, happy, hard-working, they believe that a broken finger will not be healed by God, rather God placed doctor's on the earth to help them splint the fracture, and they cuss now and then. And screw unashamedly. And occasionally shoot the bull just for fun.
But they are never...ever...ever...faux. Now take that and put it in your sacrificial wine and drink it.
That passage was written by a man named Paul Proctor, and I couldn't agree more.
I work with two phony Christians, and they piss me off on a regular basis. They bring their Bibles to work, youtube sermons to watch at work, and never use cuss words. Meanwhile they pull Casey Anthony's on their fellow employees almost daily. They metaphorically lock them in the trunk while they go about partying, then sometime later, they double bag them and dump them in the woods nearby.
But they don't cuss...and they read their Bibles. Apparently they conveniently skip over James 2:14-18 where he says "I do not object to faith; I object to faith unaccompanied by action".
And that is what most faux religious people get wrong, and they think the rest of us don't notice. Their actions do not mirror their stated beliefs. This is in fact not limited to Christianity alone, it's just easier to point out to Americans in their most common religious orientation.
Muslims who go to the Mosque and pray are not bad people. Muslims who willingly plan to fly planes into large buildings in the name of Allah are. Hebrews who go to the wailing wall while living a normal life are fine by me...it's the ones who start shit in Gaza - knowing it will escalate and cause death and destruction - they're the people we all have to watch out for. The biggest, yes I said BIGGEST, problem in the world today is not faith, it is organized religion and the flawed human beings who practice it.
Don't believe me?
Catholics are brought up in fear...driven by the Mother of all Guantanamo's...the mortal sin. If you do this, it's that kind of sin and your teeth will rot by age 16. If you do that, Locusts will fly up your ass and implode you by age 40. But the mortal sin....ohhhh....fear the mortal sin at all costs. That one is reserved for kids who talk back to their mothers or get a C- in Chemistry. A mortal sin means you're off to hell doomed to forever spend your eternal life in flames and soot. It is designed to make you welcome the Locust-Ass-Implosion, and forever seek counselling for you're imperfect thoughts and deeds...from a Priest...look out if you're a teenage boy. Awwww...didn't like that crack? Prove it isn't true. Go ahead, I'm waiting. Love thy neighbor as thyself evidently means giving blowjobs to altar boys.
The point here is I've known about 4 people in my life that were truly Christian...and you'd never know it. They don't drag the Bible around on a leash...when they hit their finger with a hammer they yell FUCK!!!...and they don't try to recruit you or fill your head with how great and holy they are. These four people I know...get this....they LIVE IT. They're kind, considerate, happy, hard-working, they believe that a broken finger will not be healed by God, rather God placed doctor's on the earth to help them splint the fracture, and they cuss now and then. And screw unashamedly. And occasionally shoot the bull just for fun.
But they are never...ever...ever...faux. Now take that and put it in your sacrificial wine and drink it.
American Idolotry
He works in Washington, D.C. and he is a paid employee of the United States of America, yet I constantly see him on !E, "Inside Edition", and other celebrity tv shows. Why?
He's not a celebrity, he's the leader of the Western World for Christ's sake...and he has problems. Some of them inherited...some of them self-inflicted, but I'm not going there, nor do I care to. Everyone is soooo in love with him, any critique would fall upon deaf ears anyway.
Please spare me the Survivor/American Karoke attachment to this guy, and that includes his wife Michelle and two daughters Nonique and Monique. Get him off the pages of US magazine and into the business of US...as in US the U.S.....US the overly taxed....US the unemployed...US the far too litigated, and US the target of Mexiswine influenza.
The next time I see this guy, he damn well better be doing something other than apologizing to the Japanese for bombing US.
Now shut the hell up already!
He's not a celebrity, he's the leader of the Western World for Christ's sake...and he has problems. Some of them inherited...some of them self-inflicted, but I'm not going there, nor do I care to. Everyone is soooo in love with him, any critique would fall upon deaf ears anyway.
Please spare me the Survivor/American Karoke attachment to this guy, and that includes his wife Michelle and two daughters Nonique and Monique. Get him off the pages of US magazine and into the business of US...as in US the U.S.....US the overly taxed....US the unemployed...US the far too litigated, and US the target of Mexiswine influenza.
The next time I see this guy, he damn well better be doing something other than apologizing to the Japanese for bombing US.
Now shut the hell up already!
Sunday, May 03, 2009
60 Minutes
Unfortunately, I'm nearly 52 years old, and I've only known what a Republican and a Democrat...a conservative and a liberal is.....for about 12 years or so. In fairness to me - a lifelong soldier - it didn't really matter. A Democrat was someone who raised my pay, but let anyone with a pulse into the service, making my life a living nightmare while simultaneously financially comfortable, and a Republican was someone who cared little for huge pay advances, but was intensely keen on retirement benefits and combat preparedness, particularly with attention to the types of individuals joining the service. They both had they're positives and negatives, but either way - I had to live with it.
Television...and 60 Minutes... has been there all along.
Given the fact that I knew nothing my entire life, I neither knew nor did I care about the politics of television, especially television news. "Who fucking cared?", was my philosophy, and it suited me fine. But there was something about "60 Minutes"...something covert and hidden to me. I never trusted the so-called "journalism", even when I was young, stupid, and uncaring.
I still don't. "60 Minutes" is full of shit, and I don't even have to watch it to know that.
If you do watch it...fine. I don't fucking care...I'm not you.
Post #1 of "An Impacted Truth". 3 May 2009.
Television...and 60 Minutes... has been there all along.
Given the fact that I knew nothing my entire life, I neither knew nor did I care about the politics of television, especially television news. "Who fucking cared?", was my philosophy, and it suited me fine. But there was something about "60 Minutes"...something covert and hidden to me. I never trusted the so-called "journalism", even when I was young, stupid, and uncaring.
I still don't. "60 Minutes" is full of shit, and I don't even have to watch it to know that.
If you do watch it...fine. I don't fucking care...I'm not you.
Post #1 of "An Impacted Truth". 3 May 2009.
"Milk" et al
I rented and saw the movie "Milk" about the rise of gay activist and politician Harvey Milk in San Francisco, and I thought to myself, "Wow. A gay man rising to political fame and power in San Francisco. Whoda thunk it possible? What a powerful story!"
Then I did some research on my world-wide internetting machine and found another interesting story that I thought should be made into a T.V. movie, at the very least a Lifetime movie staring John Stamos and co-starring Christie McNichol:
"Hamilton"
It's the implausible story of Ward Hamiltion III, a white man trying and succeeding in the complex world of politics that is impoverished - and 97% African-American - Aspen Colorado.
He soon becomes the mayor, championing such fantastic causes as "ASPRM", the American Society for the Protection of Runway Models, and "KSSFCF", Keep the Ski Slopes for the Caucausian Folk. This inspirational story - carved out of the burrows and bowery's of Southhampton, Long Island - will thrill and inspire tens of thousands of non-minority children attempting to live on less than $1.6 M dollars a year to reach out, find their inner strength, and to achieve what was otherwise thought to be unachievable: a quality life with limited maid and butler service.
As I type this, tears are forming in my eyes now. God Bless Harvey Milk and Ward Hamilton. Without their sacrifices to overcome incredibly long odds, there would be no good bath houses on the Northern California coast, and nothing but cheap $550 a night hotels in the ghetto-ized mean streets of Aspen.
I'm sorry. I have to stop typing now, the saline is screwing up my keyboard.
Authors Note: Harvey Milk is veru real,but the character "Ward Hamilton III" is completely ficticious, and if you Googled him, thinking he waz real, you're a douche-bag, and you deserve your shame and embarrassmennt for being so stupid.
Then I did some research on my world-wide internetting machine and found another interesting story that I thought should be made into a T.V. movie, at the very least a Lifetime movie staring John Stamos and co-starring Christie McNichol:
"Hamilton"
It's the implausible story of Ward Hamiltion III, a white man trying and succeeding in the complex world of politics that is impoverished - and 97% African-American - Aspen Colorado.
He soon becomes the mayor, championing such fantastic causes as "ASPRM", the American Society for the Protection of Runway Models, and "KSSFCF", Keep the Ski Slopes for the Caucausian Folk. This inspirational story - carved out of the burrows and bowery's of Southhampton, Long Island - will thrill and inspire tens of thousands of non-minority children attempting to live on less than $1.6 M dollars a year to reach out, find their inner strength, and to achieve what was otherwise thought to be unachievable: a quality life with limited maid and butler service.
As I type this, tears are forming in my eyes now. God Bless Harvey Milk and Ward Hamilton. Without their sacrifices to overcome incredibly long odds, there would be no good bath houses on the Northern California coast, and nothing but cheap $550 a night hotels in the ghetto-ized mean streets of Aspen.
I'm sorry. I have to stop typing now, the saline is screwing up my keyboard.
Authors Note: Harvey Milk is veru real,but the character "Ward Hamilton III" is completely ficticious, and if you Googled him, thinking he waz real, you're a douche-bag, and you deserve your shame and embarrassmennt for being so stupid.
Friday, May 01, 2009
My language
Some would say I am vulgar, others uncouthe. Me? I just say I'm fucking free to say whatever-the-fuck I want to.
Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the English language is the word fuck. It is the one and only word which can describe pain, pleasure, hate, love, confusion, happiness, sadness, and dismay.
Fuck falls into many grammatical categories. It can be used as a verb, both transitive (Bill fucked Sherrie) and intransitive (Sherrie was fucked by Bill). It can be an active verb (John really gives a fuck about his weight) or a passive verb (Mary really doesn’t give a fuck how fat she gets), an adverb (Sandra is fucking interested in Tom), and a noun (Rhett is a dumb fuck). It can be used as an adjective (Elaine is fucking beautiful), and as a hyphenated addition to a word (Un-fucking-believable).
It should be obvious now that there are not many words in the English language with the versitility and obvious power of the word fuck.
Besides the sexual connotations, this lovely word can be used to describe many types of situations we find ourselves in on a daliy basis:
Insurance claims: I got fucked by my agent.
Happiness: I got fucked by my girlfriend.
Sadness: I got fucked by my girlfriend.
Dismay: Whaaaat the fuck?.
Frustration: Fuck.
Amazement: Well, fuuuuuck.
Trouble: I guess I’m fucked now.
Aggression: Fuck you.
Passive: Fuck me.
Anger: Fuck it.
Confusion: What the fuck is going on?
Difficulty: I can’t understand this fucking tax form.
Curiosity: What the fuck are you doing?
Despair: I'm fucked again.
Uncaring: Who gives a fuck?
Religious: Holy fuckin' shit!
Incompetence: He’s all fucked up.
Laziness: He’s just fucking around.
Rebellion: Fuck off.
Fear: Oh fuck.
Displeasure: What the fuck is happening to me?
It can be used in descriptive anatomy: He’s a fucking asshole.
It can be used to suggest ideas: Go fuck yourself.
It can be used to tell time: It’s Five-fucking-thirty and I'm stuck in traffic again.
It can be used in business: How did I end up with this fucking job?
It can have maternal connections: Motherfucker.
It can be nautical: Fuck the Navy.
It can be political: Fuck the governor.
It can be medical: He's fucking retarded.
It can enhance the meaning of a word: Abso-fucking-lutely.
The mind boggles at the many creative uses of the word fuck. How could anyone be offended by the word fuck? That's why it's a staple of my dailly speach and a new feature on my blog.
You don't like it, you say? Fuck you.
Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the English language is the word fuck. It is the one and only word which can describe pain, pleasure, hate, love, confusion, happiness, sadness, and dismay.
Fuck falls into many grammatical categories. It can be used as a verb, both transitive (Bill fucked Sherrie) and intransitive (Sherrie was fucked by Bill). It can be an active verb (John really gives a fuck about his weight) or a passive verb (Mary really doesn’t give a fuck how fat she gets), an adverb (Sandra is fucking interested in Tom), and a noun (Rhett is a dumb fuck). It can be used as an adjective (Elaine is fucking beautiful), and as a hyphenated addition to a word (Un-fucking-believable).
It should be obvious now that there are not many words in the English language with the versitility and obvious power of the word fuck.
Besides the sexual connotations, this lovely word can be used to describe many types of situations we find ourselves in on a daliy basis:
Insurance claims: I got fucked by my agent.
Happiness: I got fucked by my girlfriend.
Sadness: I got fucked by my girlfriend.
Dismay: Whaaaat the fuck?.
Frustration: Fuck.
Amazement: Well, fuuuuuck.
Trouble: I guess I’m fucked now.
Aggression: Fuck you.
Passive: Fuck me.
Anger: Fuck it.
Confusion: What the fuck is going on?
Difficulty: I can’t understand this fucking tax form.
Curiosity: What the fuck are you doing?
Despair: I'm fucked again.
Uncaring: Who gives a fuck?
Religious: Holy fuckin' shit!
Incompetence: He’s all fucked up.
Laziness: He’s just fucking around.
Rebellion: Fuck off.
Fear: Oh fuck.
Displeasure: What the fuck is happening to me?
It can be used in descriptive anatomy: He’s a fucking asshole.
It can be used to suggest ideas: Go fuck yourself.
It can be used to tell time: It’s Five-fucking-thirty and I'm stuck in traffic again.
It can be used in business: How did I end up with this fucking job?
It can have maternal connections: Motherfucker.
It can be nautical: Fuck the Navy.
It can be political: Fuck the governor.
It can be medical: He's fucking retarded.
It can enhance the meaning of a word: Abso-fucking-lutely.
The mind boggles at the many creative uses of the word fuck. How could anyone be offended by the word fuck? That's why it's a staple of my dailly speach and a new feature on my blog.
You don't like it, you say? Fuck you.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
The Serbian Diet
BELGRADE (Reuters) – A Serbian union official who chopped off his finger and ate it in a protest over wages that in some cases have not been paid in years, said Monday he did it to show how desperate he and other workers were.
"We, the workers have nothing to eat, we had to seek some sort of alternative food and I gave them an example," Zoran Bulatovic told Reuters. "It hurt like hell."
It hurt like hell? No shit? Which part...the chopping of the finger...the swallowing of his own finger...or the ass kicking his wife gave him for being so fucking stupid? You know what they say: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." In this case though, it might be adviseable to trust your own judgement. Besides, who the hell gives a shit what Romans do?
In other news, "Porky's Pandemic" has reached emergency stages, which on the homeland security color meter is......uuuuuuuummmm....I have no friggin' idea. Let's call it fuschia.
Just for shits and giggles, the following headlines were ripped from newspapers across the country in the last week:
TWO RUSSIAN SHIPS COLLIDE, ONE DIES
KILLER SENTENCED TO DIE FOR SECOND TIME IN 3 YEARS
WAR DIMS HOPES FOR PEACE
JUVENILE COURT TO TRY SHOOTING DEFENDANT
Bdabee bdabee bdabee dats all folks
"We, the workers have nothing to eat, we had to seek some sort of alternative food and I gave them an example," Zoran Bulatovic told Reuters. "It hurt like hell."
It hurt like hell? No shit? Which part...the chopping of the finger...the swallowing of his own finger...or the ass kicking his wife gave him for being so fucking stupid? You know what they say: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." In this case though, it might be adviseable to trust your own judgement. Besides, who the hell gives a shit what Romans do?
In other news, "Porky's Pandemic" has reached emergency stages, which on the homeland security color meter is......uuuuuuuummmm....I have no friggin' idea. Let's call it fuschia.
Just for shits and giggles, the following headlines were ripped from newspapers across the country in the last week:
TWO RUSSIAN SHIPS COLLIDE, ONE DIES
KILLER SENTENCED TO DIE FOR SECOND TIME IN 3 YEARS
WAR DIMS HOPES FOR PEACE
JUVENILE COURT TO TRY SHOOTING DEFENDANT
Bdabee bdabee bdabee dats all folks
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
And While I'm at it
If you are a U.S. Service man or woman, or a former U.S. service man or woman who served in the Middle East since 1990, you hereby have complete authorization to take a 36" long, 32 oz Lousville Slugger wooden baseball bat and beat the livin' shit out of any doctor, lawyer, or government official who tells you Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome and Gulf War Syndrome are not real. Legally.
And speaking of that, any American who doesn't kneel down and kiss the ring of any military man or woman, any honest police officer, or any firefighter or nurse, you are hereby on notice that they may also take the same baseball bat and beat the fuck out of you without any chance of legal issues or problems.
'Nuff said.
And speaking of that, any American who doesn't kneel down and kiss the ring of any military man or woman, any honest police officer, or any firefighter or nurse, you are hereby on notice that they may also take the same baseball bat and beat the fuck out of you without any chance of legal issues or problems.
'Nuff said.
Are you a D an R or an I? And who gives a shit anyways?
Senator Arlen Specter (R) Pennsylvania, recently declared that he was no longer going to be a Republican, and he would soon be changing to a Democrat. He's going from a R to a D, and the truth of the matter is he's really a D-I-C-K.
C'mon. Who gives a fuck?
He said two things that struck me...first of all, he said he now believes in the democratic ideals more than the far right that the leadership of the republican party is spouting. Now to be honest, that may be true...PARTLY. The real reason more than likely is he has evaluated his chances of reelection this fall and poll data has shown that his ancient ass is gonna get kicked like Mike Tyson vs. Mickey Rooney.
Democratic ideals my ass! He has no chance of staying in his job, so he's taking steps to ensure he does. As with ALL politicians, you can tell they are lying by watching their lips move. The second thing he said was the President was going to campaign for him.
The president. Of the United States. Is going to campaign for him. What? A bleeding economy, swine flu, war and Al Quaeda aren't enough to keep the President busy? For the record, I am now going to offer the solution to most of our problems.
1) Term limits. PERIOD! How come every elected official in this country has term limits except the House and Senate? Because the House and Senate make the fucking rules, that's why. Here's my suggested rule. Two terms and your ass is back in the law office suing McDonalds for being stupid enough to serve hot coffee to people who want.....uuuuummmm....HOT COFFEE.
2) Governors and the President cannot campaign for anyone, anytime, anywhere. Get to work assholes, and stop fucking shit up.
3) No more D, R, or I. From now on, it's Mr Smith vs. Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Jones believes in this, Mr. Smith believes in that...screw party affiliation. I don't agree with abortion, but I also don't get involved in telling others what is right and wrong. I don't own a gun, but I believe in the 2nd amendment. What the hell does that make me? Parties are hereby disolved by my order. No more Independent-Demofucklicans!
4) Get a fucking job. If you're 23, healthy, and all you want to do is sit on your couch watching the Price is Right while drawing a federal subsidy, you're done. Go clean some toilets or do one of those jobs "Americans won't do". Either that or get the hell out. Now.
5) No more parties - no more lobbyists. Anyone who claims to be a lobbyist or does lobbyist activites will immediately be sent to Af-fuckin-ghanistan to perform human shield duty.
6) No pork projects. You need a new bridge? Ask for one. You fraudulently sequester taxpayer money without being forthright, you're going to human shield duty with the Abramoff's.
7) A national sales tax, and with that a flat tax. Does that make me a Libertarian? Not any more. Liberrepublifucks are not allowed in the United States of JL4.
That's it...in less than a year we'd be sitting once again on top. And speaking of that, all this lame assed bullshit about appologizing for being the biggest, baddest, m-effer on the block? I LIKED IT when we were the toughest country out there. Too bad if Syria is a shit-hole. None of my kids are Syrian, so I don't care. And in closing, I think people who use the word "FUCK" in creative ways should be paid for it.
Peace.
C'mon. Who gives a fuck?
He said two things that struck me...first of all, he said he now believes in the democratic ideals more than the far right that the leadership of the republican party is spouting. Now to be honest, that may be true...PARTLY. The real reason more than likely is he has evaluated his chances of reelection this fall and poll data has shown that his ancient ass is gonna get kicked like Mike Tyson vs. Mickey Rooney.
Democratic ideals my ass! He has no chance of staying in his job, so he's taking steps to ensure he does. As with ALL politicians, you can tell they are lying by watching their lips move. The second thing he said was the President was going to campaign for him.
The president. Of the United States. Is going to campaign for him. What? A bleeding economy, swine flu, war and Al Quaeda aren't enough to keep the President busy? For the record, I am now going to offer the solution to most of our problems.
1) Term limits. PERIOD! How come every elected official in this country has term limits except the House and Senate? Because the House and Senate make the fucking rules, that's why. Here's my suggested rule. Two terms and your ass is back in the law office suing McDonalds for being stupid enough to serve hot coffee to people who want.....uuuuummmm....HOT COFFEE.
2) Governors and the President cannot campaign for anyone, anytime, anywhere. Get to work assholes, and stop fucking shit up.
3) No more D, R, or I. From now on, it's Mr Smith vs. Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Jones believes in this, Mr. Smith believes in that...screw party affiliation. I don't agree with abortion, but I also don't get involved in telling others what is right and wrong. I don't own a gun, but I believe in the 2nd amendment. What the hell does that make me? Parties are hereby disolved by my order. No more Independent-Demofucklicans!
4) Get a fucking job. If you're 23, healthy, and all you want to do is sit on your couch watching the Price is Right while drawing a federal subsidy, you're done. Go clean some toilets or do one of those jobs "Americans won't do". Either that or get the hell out. Now.
5) No more parties - no more lobbyists. Anyone who claims to be a lobbyist or does lobbyist activites will immediately be sent to Af-fuckin-ghanistan to perform human shield duty.
6) No pork projects. You need a new bridge? Ask for one. You fraudulently sequester taxpayer money without being forthright, you're going to human shield duty with the Abramoff's.
7) A national sales tax, and with that a flat tax. Does that make me a Libertarian? Not any more. Liberrepublifucks are not allowed in the United States of JL4.
That's it...in less than a year we'd be sitting once again on top. And speaking of that, all this lame assed bullshit about appologizing for being the biggest, baddest, m-effer on the block? I LIKED IT when we were the toughest country out there. Too bad if Syria is a shit-hole. None of my kids are Syrian, so I don't care. And in closing, I think people who use the word "FUCK" in creative ways should be paid for it.
Peace.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
***** flu
Israeli official: Swine flu name offensive
1 day ago
JERUSALEM (AP) — The outbreak of swine flu should be renamed "Mexican" influenza in deference to Muslim and Jewish sensitivities over pork, said an Israeli health official Monday.
Deputy Health Minister Yakov Litzman said the reference to pigs is offensive to both religions and "we should call this Mexican flu and not swine flu," he told a news conference at a hospital in central Israel.
Both Judaism and Islam consider pigs unclean and forbid the eating of pork products.
I'm on board with this one for sure. These kind, wholesome people should not be thouroughly insulted by naming a flu after a dirty disgusting beast. To think that we would even think of offending our car-bombing, airline-hijacking, child-murdering, terrorist-fuck Arab friends is disgusting to me. By all means, show a little kindness to the Al Quaeda harboring IED building punks, they're people too.
From now on, let's just call it "Porky's Pandemic", and leave the poor desert people alone to fuck their camels and take their yearly baths.
1 day ago
JERUSALEM (AP) — The outbreak of swine flu should be renamed "Mexican" influenza in deference to Muslim and Jewish sensitivities over pork, said an Israeli health official Monday.
Deputy Health Minister Yakov Litzman said the reference to pigs is offensive to both religions and "we should call this Mexican flu and not swine flu," he told a news conference at a hospital in central Israel.
Both Judaism and Islam consider pigs unclean and forbid the eating of pork products.
I'm on board with this one for sure. These kind, wholesome people should not be thouroughly insulted by naming a flu after a dirty disgusting beast. To think that we would even think of offending our car-bombing, airline-hijacking, child-murdering, terrorist-fuck Arab friends is disgusting to me. By all means, show a little kindness to the Al Quaeda harboring IED building punks, they're people too.
From now on, let's just call it "Porky's Pandemic", and leave the poor desert people alone to fuck their camels and take their yearly baths.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
BNL The Old Apartment
Broke into the old apartment
This is where we used to live
Broken glass, broke and hungry
Broken hearts and broken bones
This is where we used to live
Why did you paint the walls?
Why did you clean the floor?
Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door?
This is where we used to live
Why did you keep the mousetrap?
Why did you keep the dishrack?
These things used to be mine
I guess they still are, I want them back
Broke into the old apartment
Forty-two stairs from the street
Crooked landing, crooked landlord
Narrow laneway filled with crooks.
This is where we used to live.
Why did they pave the lawn?
Why did they change the locks?
Why did I have to break it, I only came here to talk
This is where we used to live
How is the neighbor downstairs?
How is her temper this year?
I turned up your tv and stomped on the floor just for fun
I know we dont live here anymore
We bought an old house on the danforth
She loves me and her body keeps me warm
Im happy here
But this is where we used to live
Broke into the old apartment
Tore the phone out of the wall
Only memories, fading memories
Blending into dull tableaux
I want them back
I want them back
Barenaked Ladies-Brian Wilson
Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a Tuesday night,
just to check out the late-night record shop.
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane,
but when I'm surrounded I just can't stop.
It's a matter of instinct, it's a matter of conditioning,
it's a matter of fact.
You can call me Pavlov's dog.
Ring a bell and I'll salivate. How'd you like that?
Dr. Landy tell me you're not just a pedagogue,
cause right now I'm
Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did.
So I'm lying here, just staring at the ceiling tiles.
and I'm thinking about what to think about.
Just listening and relistening to Smiley Smile,
and I'm wondering if this is some kind of creative drought
because I am
And if you want to find me I'll be out in the sandbox,
wondering where the hell all the love has gone.
Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun,
and singing "Fun, Fun, Fun."
I had a dream that I was three hundred pounds
and though I was very heavy,
I floated 'til I couldn't see the ground
I floated 'til I could not see the ground
Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground
Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground
Somebody help me because I'm
Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a Tuesday night.
Just to check out the late-night record shop.
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane;
but when I'm surrounded I just can't stop.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Throw it all away
Let's lose our selves
'cause there's no one left for us to blame
It's a shame, we're all dying
And do you think you deserve your freedom?
How could you send us so far away from home?
When you know damn well that this is wrong
I would still lay down my life for you
And do you think you deserve your freedom¿
No, I don't think you do
There's no justice in the world
There's no justice in the world
And there never was
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I feel you there in times of need,
I notice when you've left.
Your sage advice I always heed,
Your touch so soft and deft.
When I cruise with life on hold,
The caring absent and gone.
You temper my actions however bold,
You're never off - just on.
I've never asked for your assist,
Never plead for more.
My insticts tell me you exist,
Millions in your corps.
I thank you often and have for years,
I've never heard a no.
You just step in and ease my fears,
you watch out down below.
I've never seen you at close range,
But of course I know you're there.
You are in fact my Guardian Ange,
Part rumor, part fact, all prayer.
So stay with me, I need you now,
More than else before.
In you I place my furrowed brow,
In me you have a chore.
Guide me into softer fields,
Your hands warm and tender.
Take me if you cannot yield,
A made for life surrender.
I finish with a sound reply,
A message to my guard.
Thanks for all the endless supply,
We both know it's been hard.
- An appreciative JL4
I notice when you've left.
Your sage advice I always heed,
Your touch so soft and deft.
When I cruise with life on hold,
The caring absent and gone.
You temper my actions however bold,
You're never off - just on.
I've never asked for your assist,
Never plead for more.
My insticts tell me you exist,
Millions in your corps.
I thank you often and have for years,
I've never heard a no.
You just step in and ease my fears,
you watch out down below.
I've never seen you at close range,
But of course I know you're there.
You are in fact my Guardian Ange,
Part rumor, part fact, all prayer.
So stay with me, I need you now,
More than else before.
In you I place my furrowed brow,
In me you have a chore.
Guide me into softer fields,
Your hands warm and tender.
Take me if you cannot yield,
A made for life surrender.
I finish with a sound reply,
A message to my guard.
Thanks for all the endless supply,
We both know it's been hard.
- An appreciative JL4
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Of who we are and what we're made of. (Subtitled: The baseball story that has nothing to do with baseball)
Years and years and years ago, I was watching a Yankees vs Red Sox game on T.V. My then 2 year old son came into the room and declared, "Daddy watching baseball!!!". Proud and only able to barely contain my enthusiasm, my wide-eyed boy asked me the eternal 2 year old question:
"Why?"
"Because I like it", was my immediate reply. "Why?" he countered. I sat back and fell into that time warp where real time passes in mere seconds, but your mind's time scans the past lazily; at its own leisure.
At first I thought of answering his question with the story of the small town in the Berkshires of Western Massachusetts where I grew up. A town that had a maximum population of 6,000, and even with such a minuscule population in the lost and sleepy region of mountainous Mass, this town had produced Mark Belanger, 17 year major league veteran, with 5 World Series wins while playing short stop next to Brooks Robinson with the Baltimore Orioles. I could have told my son about Tommy Grieve, 2nd baseman for the Texas Rangers who eventually left baseball with a devastating injury to become the General Manager of those same Rangers. I might have even mentioned daddy's boyhood friends, Jeff Reordan and Dan Duquette, Reordan winning two World Series with the Minnesota Twins while known as "The Terminator", and Duquette being the General Manager of the Montreal Expos and the Boston Red Sox, his boyhood dream fulfilled.
I could have talked of my parents house, a traditional New England Colonial made out of Beech,Birch, Maple, Pine and Oak. Daddy could tell you about the day Grampa poured cement for steps leading up to the porch - big stuff in those days - and how daddy learned to throw and catch by tossing a rubber ball against those steps and working on his accuracy and fielding skills in the process. Fielding skills? Yes, of course. Daddy could throw the ball against certain parts of those steps to produce ground balls, line drives, and over-the-head fly balls that daddy could dive for and learn to catch major league style. Hour after hour, day after day.
As my son waited for my answer, I wandered off again. Should I tell him when all the dad's in the neighborhood got together and made the ballfield behind the grammar school, the one with the cinder block dugouts? Real dugouts!! Like the Red Sox had at Fenway. Daddy decided it best to leave out the fact that 35 years later, daddy returned to find that ball field done under for swing sets and jungle gyms, those beautiful dugouts only a vast, distant memory.
Nahhhh...too depressing for a 2 year old.
Perhaps it would be better to tell him about baseballs unmistakable smells. Yes.. the smell of the leather of that glove. You could also smell the oil used to soften it, the spit used to make a kid feel like a real major leaguer, and you could sense in that smell the love and the inspiration behind every practice; every ball thrown against those steps producing the fabulous catches in front of an invisible fan base of thousands; and you could sense above all else the effort, the tears, and the aches and pains borne of the love of a game that can only be explained by those that take the time to experience it; true love that makes athletic effort and achievement what it is - special in ways that cannot be quantified.
I don't know...maybe I could tell him about my first trip to Fenway park in the mid-1960's, and HOW OLD Fenway was even back then - 43 years ago. I'm sure I would have told him about the color green everywhere, from each level and every wall, to include the monstrosity in left field.
How bigger than life the players looked, and how radio was our TV back then, a practice (listening to ball games on the radio) I still do whenever possible today.
Oh, I thought to myself. I could tell him his dad was in Fenway Park on July 19th, 1969...the day man first landed on the moon, and how 35,000 people fell silent after the announcement over the PA system, and then a lone man stood up - and with one of those long stemmed plastic foghorn horns, proceeded to play the most beautiful version of "God Bless America" I'd ever heard to an absolutely dead silent and reverent stadium...
...Still to this day.
Yeah, daddy could have told him all of this and more, but daddy's boy was but two... at least several years from actual understanding, and several decades from true appreciation. I could have had Barney the purple dragon at first base and big bird at third, with the power rangers playing outfield, and it wouldn't have sunk in. So instead of wasting time elaborating on something incomprehensible to him at this time, I simply said to his one-word question "WHY?":
"Because it makes daddy happy"
And as then the 30 inch tall, 35 lb boy, snuggled underneath the crook of his daddy's arm to begin taking in his first ever ballgame, his daddy finished by saying to him:
"Especially when the Yankees lose."
JL4 Notes: As I reread this for clarity, my wife must have been chopping onions or something, because my eyes got all misty and stupid. Yeah...
- must be the onions.
"Why?"
"Because I like it", was my immediate reply. "Why?" he countered. I sat back and fell into that time warp where real time passes in mere seconds, but your mind's time scans the past lazily; at its own leisure.
At first I thought of answering his question with the story of the small town in the Berkshires of Western Massachusetts where I grew up. A town that had a maximum population of 6,000, and even with such a minuscule population in the lost and sleepy region of mountainous Mass, this town had produced Mark Belanger, 17 year major league veteran, with 5 World Series wins while playing short stop next to Brooks Robinson with the Baltimore Orioles. I could have told my son about Tommy Grieve, 2nd baseman for the Texas Rangers who eventually left baseball with a devastating injury to become the General Manager of those same Rangers. I might have even mentioned daddy's boyhood friends, Jeff Reordan and Dan Duquette, Reordan winning two World Series with the Minnesota Twins while known as "The Terminator", and Duquette being the General Manager of the Montreal Expos and the Boston Red Sox, his boyhood dream fulfilled.
I could have talked of my parents house, a traditional New England Colonial made out of Beech,Birch, Maple, Pine and Oak. Daddy could tell you about the day Grampa poured cement for steps leading up to the porch - big stuff in those days - and how daddy learned to throw and catch by tossing a rubber ball against those steps and working on his accuracy and fielding skills in the process. Fielding skills? Yes, of course. Daddy could throw the ball against certain parts of those steps to produce ground balls, line drives, and over-the-head fly balls that daddy could dive for and learn to catch major league style. Hour after hour, day after day.
As my son waited for my answer, I wandered off again. Should I tell him when all the dad's in the neighborhood got together and made the ballfield behind the grammar school, the one with the cinder block dugouts? Real dugouts!! Like the Red Sox had at Fenway. Daddy decided it best to leave out the fact that 35 years later, daddy returned to find that ball field done under for swing sets and jungle gyms, those beautiful dugouts only a vast, distant memory.
Nahhhh...too depressing for a 2 year old.
Perhaps it would be better to tell him about baseballs unmistakable smells. Yes.. the smell of the leather of that glove. You could also smell the oil used to soften it, the spit used to make a kid feel like a real major leaguer, and you could sense in that smell the love and the inspiration behind every practice; every ball thrown against those steps producing the fabulous catches in front of an invisible fan base of thousands; and you could sense above all else the effort, the tears, and the aches and pains borne of the love of a game that can only be explained by those that take the time to experience it; true love that makes athletic effort and achievement what it is - special in ways that cannot be quantified.
I don't know...maybe I could tell him about my first trip to Fenway park in the mid-1960's, and HOW OLD Fenway was even back then - 43 years ago. I'm sure I would have told him about the color green everywhere, from each level and every wall, to include the monstrosity in left field.
How bigger than life the players looked, and how radio was our TV back then, a practice (listening to ball games on the radio) I still do whenever possible today.
Oh, I thought to myself. I could tell him his dad was in Fenway Park on July 19th, 1969...the day man first landed on the moon, and how 35,000 people fell silent after the announcement over the PA system, and then a lone man stood up - and with one of those long stemmed plastic foghorn horns, proceeded to play the most beautiful version of "God Bless America" I'd ever heard to an absolutely dead silent and reverent stadium...
...Still to this day.
Yeah, daddy could have told him all of this and more, but daddy's boy was but two... at least several years from actual understanding, and several decades from true appreciation. I could have had Barney the purple dragon at first base and big bird at third, with the power rangers playing outfield, and it wouldn't have sunk in. So instead of wasting time elaborating on something incomprehensible to him at this time, I simply said to his one-word question "WHY?":
"Because it makes daddy happy"
And as then the 30 inch tall, 35 lb boy, snuggled underneath the crook of his daddy's arm to begin taking in his first ever ballgame, his daddy finished by saying to him:
"Especially when the Yankees lose."
JL4 Notes: As I reread this for clarity, my wife must have been chopping onions or something, because my eyes got all misty and stupid. Yeah...
- must be the onions.
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