Pair up in threes
Joe DiMaggio

Moon Dreams by Yana Foltice

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My friend and I were talking this weekend. We were talking about governments and my grief at getting some documents.Theater of Death
She said, “The government is there to make my life easier. That’s their job.”
I find such optimism charming. Even when I strongly disagree.
I think the governments job is to get paid.
I think that’s the absolute grief still left from Bush – he who believes in helping the rich, condemning the poor, who thinks freedom is not a right but a privilege for the select few; that the rich can lead the KC MO Library by gwENvision

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cattle cows of the poor to the slaughterhouse and have them singing nice pop tunes in praise of the abattoir while filling them with fear of the black helicopters that seek to enslave them. You got to love the Republicans, the Conservatives and any other ruling party.
We’re Americans and we do this kind of stuff better than most.
What I mean is that Bush hires guys, who hire guys, who hire guys building a pyramid, a great ponzi scheme to enrich themselves.
And the guys at the bottom, the faces of the government we actually deal with are guys with a sinecure, a job for life.
Funny thing is that government jobs, their raises, their promotions, their job prestige have twisted goals. No government employee gets a push for customer satisfaction.
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You can make a claim that elections are the ultimate expression of customer satisfaction, but elections haven’t really been that for a long time. Even the recent election was more about customer dissatisfaction and fear.
Have you ever heard of a cop getting a promotion because he went out and talked to kids and managed to get them to give up gang banging and cut crime? Of course not. Those guys are out there. Normally they get transferred out. Stopping crime cuts into federal allocated funds.
Its like a traffic cop doesn’t get kudos for stopping drivers and correcting bad driving habits. He gets his perks by writing tickets, and if he’s below his quota maybe he sees somethings that aren’t there. Because he’s got that guilty conscience or if his entire moral foundation has been eroded by his jobTrouble Man he gets nasty, surly and hate filled and takes it out on you for no reason over than he can.
They don’t fire this cop. They don’t try and calm him down. As long as he’s bringing in the money they give him promotions and praise. He gets to train others to be like him and all the other guys see that and begin to emulate him.
Or the corpulent 350 pound guy from Homeland Security. He can’t get another job. He’s fat, slovenly, sluggish and not very bright in the bargain but he gets to go through all of your belongings at the airport and he gets to keep whatever he sees or likes because in his limited world he can make a case for it being dangerous. Once one of these clones confiscated a nail clipper so I wouldn’t clip a stewardesses jugular or something.
He’s got a government job. Its impossible for him to get fired. Ever.
All the way down to the crabby lady at the DMV. She’s been there for 20 years. She’s mean, Hawkman and Adam Strange

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inaccurate hates her job and hates you, sees you as an inconvenience in the way of her happy life dream. She’ll be there until they promote her or she decides to retire at a pension that will pay her 80% of her salary. No one cares, in government, that she’s inept and slowing down a flawed system even further. She shows up.
I was in the Immigration office in London. Leave me alone too long and I explore. I saw a chart on the wall, very prominent. It was a list of all the immigration officers and it tracked how many Jamaicans, Africans and Hispanics they’d managed to deport or deny entry. Maybe it was a pool but it looked to white board official not be sanctioned.
There was no chart for how many people they’d allowed in who were leading happy productive lives, contributing to the community. Governments can’t afford to expand their vision that far.
You can always remember a good experience with a government official or agency because they are The Tiger Woman rare glowing moments that shock and surprise. It takes a while to recollect all the miserable times with the government because they are the rule. Why remember the routine and ordinary.
It will take a generation to get rid of Bush’s deadwood. Obama, shockingly, seems to be making attempts in that direction. I think that will fail.

We tried to watch “The Watchmen” yesterday. We were both falling asleep within fifteen minutes. What a dreary, talky mess.
I read “The Watchmen” comic. I thought it was okay. I even sought out some other Alan Moore stuff. As to thinking it was a “great novel”. I’m a bit dumbfounded by that. I didn’t even think it was a great comic book.
We watched the super hyped credit sequence set to Dylan’s “The Times They Are A’Changing” and thought it was just messy.
We went and watched something else. Enjoyed it.

Dentist tomorrow.
I expect to have three teeth pulled. I’ll be aggravated that they won’t let me have the teeth. I want to save them up.
In “The Mother and the Whore” there’s a character, an artist. He plans to have his left hand amputated and then place it in an ornate jar with a brass inscription that says, “The Artist’s Hand 1956-1973”. I don’t want to got hat far I just want to have a cigar box collection of the things I used to be. Like Seth Brundle in Cronenberg’s “The Fly”. A display of the proof that I at least used to be human.
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This morning the ibuprofen nearly masked the mouth pain. I was considering canceling the appointment, not seriously considering but it crossed my mind for sure. I can barely chew food now. When these 3 teeth (if it only becomes 3) are gone it will still be hard to eat, to chew. Of course I’m more worried about how I’ll look.
Appointments at ten. I expect the crabbiness to last for about 30 days . . .
On the 20th I have to see the GP doctor . . . so much fun.
On Saturday we have to take the new car in for warranty work. Nothing serious. Squeaky brakes and a blown sounding front speaker.
Its been raining. Warmish and damp. A chilling damp. Plenty of mud so the dogs are very happy.
I’ve cut back on feeding skanky cat. Yesterday I discovered she was living in or at least keeping outThe Unearthly of the weather in the collapsed bomb shelter.
The idea of trapping a feral cat, taking her/it to the vet fatigues me. I’ve decided to feed it only every other day. That should keep it comfortable enough to stay alive but hungry enough to look for someplace else to hang out.
At least I hope so. I don’t know much about cats. I think they started the bubonic plague and give people cancer. At least that’s what I’ve heard.
There’s so much that I think that I’ve forgotten. Maybe its not important but it seems important to me. At least too important to risk forgetting. Remembering used to be in my blood.

Whoever is happy will make others happy too
Anne Frank

Paper Planes by Mach2Moo I’ve been trying to, well needing to more than trying to, gather together some legal documents.
I got one that really miffed me to get. I don’t think anyone, especially a government, has much right The Lost World to see what’s inside me, or what led me to be where I am.
For one thing, they don’t care about people. They care about votes and retirement plans, their own. No government has ever been able to care about people. Government cares about itself and only responds to people when it has no choice. It reacts only when its own life is at stake. That’s governments nature like all living things its seeks only its own survival.
Like my agent always said; “Don’t trust anyone until you can see what’s in it for them.
So I had to get this document. Had to FAX them a notarized statement attesting to who I was and asserting my right to a copy of this document.
Fair enough. I wouldn’t want any bored jerk having access to this stuff. There’d be no point to it other than some sort of scam or nasty nosiness.
Pavel Lagutin I got the doc and when I looked at it it was the wrong one . . . It was painful to look at. More so when I slowly realized it was the wrong one. It made me feel bad seeing someone else’s pain and loss laid out like that. It made me want to give up.
I got reasonable. I called the government and asked them what was going on. They only paid attention because they had sent me stuff I had no right to. My issues, of course, meant nothing to them. The only issue was that they violated their own self generated laws.
I didn’t expect anything more.
I got to speak to a supervisor. I got threatened because to get this doc I clearly had to say I wasn’t who I said I was. When they got the notarized statement they semi admitted they’d made a mistake, only semi admitted.The Spy Who Came
The super told me something I found deeply interesting. They’d only gone on computers since 2002. They’d had the prisoners, convicts, people in jail do the actual entry.
I thought about Chino and Tehachipi prisons. These aren’t the white collar prisons, or even the high profile crime prisons. These are the fundamental jails. I thought it sort of made sense to have a gang banger type learning data entry. Its an honourable, if deadly boring, job. I asked how much they were paid, like minimum wage, ten bucks an hour or like 15 cents an hour. She wouldn’t tell me. Probably didn’t know. Government employees always find its better to make you feel like you’re treading on thin ice instead of admitting ignorance.
In any event they can’t find the doc. They’ll have to do a physical search. RAH!
There’ll be millions and millions of scraps of paper, all stored in a warehouse. I worked in one of those document warehouse for a week. Thirty foot ceilings with those wobbly steel racks stretching from the floor to the ceiling. I used to think they had little robot arms that would descend from the ceiling. An operator would sit in the booth and type in a name then the robot arms would ratchet on over and pull out the right box and place it on some slate gray table while a guy in slate gray overalls (old records are dusty things) would, without pomp, riffle through and pull out the right document then complete the required 26 forms to show he had removed it, when, for whom and where it would be presently located.
Party Girl Actually its some poor guy, not making enough money, pushing one of those library like ladders down the aisle, the amble up, worry about falling then dump the thing on a table. It sits there until they feel like going through it. If they don’t find it right away it gets pushed to the back of the table to be looked at when the boss is looking at you and you need to look busy.
I despair ever seeing the document, but who knows.
They’re searching today. I have to call them this afternoon.
You know if you’re Irish or Italian or from almost any place that is not America, and you are over seas and you are unlucky enough to get robbed the Embassies for that government will get you a meal, find you some accommodations and try and help you get home with the least amount of stress.
The American embassies were always the worst in the world but during the Bush years they gotThe Red House even worse.
I was scuttling through Trafalgar Square one morning when I was approached by a guy I hardly knew, but I did no him. He was well dressed but looked rough as hell.
He was n London on his honeymoon. He’d been staying in a hotel in Earls Court! Not the smartest place to stay. He’d gotten robbed in his hotel, cleaned out. He was relieved only that he nor wis wife Marvel Heroes were hurt. The hotel chucked him out when he couldn’t pay. (They were only there for a few days before heading on to see the Continent).
He went to the Embassy and the clerks, who are never American, asked him, “What do you expect us to do?”
After fighting for a couple hours to speak to an American he got pretty much the same response, at least this time it was said to him with a Texas accent, which I guess made him feel better.
The extent of the Embassies help to this poor slob was that he could use the Embassy’s address so the credit card companies could send him new cards. They didn’t give him a meal. They gave him a list of homeless shelters . . . They wouldn’t even let him use the Embassy phone to call them.
Hell of a honeymoon. He was lucky, I had enough to spot him a hundred pounds or so, to at least get cleaned up and feed him and his wife.
I never did get the money back, but he did call me when he finally got to go back home, which i something.
The thing is that until Obama changes the face of the people who are the contact we have the Golden Gate Bridge government things are only going to get worse. At the top the people we’ve elected keep getting proved to be corrupt and self serving jerks. That’s the only part of trickle down that Bush allowed, even the small clerks are lazy, venal and totally unconcerned about the people paying their salaries. Why should they care? They won’t lose their jobs by being rude or by doing nothing.
Doing something is the only thing that puts them at risk.

We are getting my friend a new computer. Getting it on the never never. The cheapest MacBook. I was surprised to realize that it is about three hundred bucks cheaper than my 8 year old Powerbook!
The powerbook is still functioning, but it’s 512 meg of ram and 846 mhz CPU are . . . not quite up to it. I might make it into a media server or an eBook, except the battery holds no charge anymore.The Underworld Story
This was prompted by Apple’s upgrades yesterday and by the fact that I did their recommended software updates yesterday and got the dreaded linked files in the B-Catalog. For Windows people that like a corrupt FAT directory.
Apple drives seem to fail faster than WIndows drives, but that might just be me and the fact that its easier to abuse a Mac drive than a Windows drive.
I wasted some time and managed to get everything back up and running without any noticeable data loss. My friend uses the Powerbook for mainly personal stuff. It doesn’t make the data any less valuable. The new MacBook can run Windows (yuk) via BootCamp so it will have some appreciable value in work and maybe getting some clients who can only conceive of working in Windows . . . Since Mac can read Windows files and can also save in a Windows environment I figure Windows won’t be all that much in evidence. It is still an ugly OS and I remain startled by people who still find it synonymous with computers.
I just hope it lasts as long as my relic PowerBook, a relic from when Apple cared about its products.
For me, its daily back-ups and waiting for the internal drive to fail . . . again.

I did manage to finish “The Delightful Forest” last night and stay awake! It was pretty excellent. It ended in one of those “Hero vs the army” style combats. Very cool stuff. Lung Ti is always inspiring.
The final resolution was fascinating. Lung Ti ends up becoming a blood thirsty Toasist holy man! This seems to be intended as a happy ending!

The look of a country changes to the looks of the people it admires
Larry McMurtry

Evolution by Luis Royo

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I went to make our appointments at the hair dressers yesterday. They’re closed. As in out of business.
Just goes to show you can’t make a living giving a good seven dollar haircut even if you chargeAn Ache in Every Stake fifteen bucks for it.
Going to try one of those shopping center joints now. Get to pay too much but you also have to do bit less praying that they don’t make you look freakish.
I had the dogs with me. Maybe they just went out of business when they saw us in the driveway . . . The dogs get groomed on Thursday. They are not overjoyed.
I have to go to the dentist.
Beau coup pain there too. Remember how I used to have a beautiful smile? Now I look almost like I’m British.
It makes me irritated that I spent so much time brushing twice a day and all those miles of floss. I still don’t have any cavities! Still, I figure to lose at least 3 teeth this trip. Only one in the front. At least its the lower front. Can’t even afford to get dentures yet. Its just a matter of time till other fall out.
The good thing is that I won’t be in that much pain. The teeth are dead for the most part. The jaw bone is receding and the teeth are just hanging on by those little claws they have. I’m too prone to infections that creates most of the pain and pushes the teeth even further away from the jaw. Side effects truly suck.
Because the teeth are mostly dead pulling them hurts some put not as much as it normally would and the pain after is also remarkably less.
I’m stuck choosing a dentist based on how nice their office looked. I’m terrified of the cost. I liked my old City sponsored dental plan: Fist come, first served, twenty five bucks flat fee. Getting to the Fernando Vicente

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health clinic by 6 to get in line and waiting till 9 for them to open was a drag, but I was never first in line.
The dentists were all volunteers. They gave up their private practice to give one day a week to the people. Because of my health history I always had to see the same dentist. That worked fine for me. She was good and after the second visit she managed to drop her hardened veneer of working in a charity clinic.
One thing that was good at the health clinic was it pre-Obama health data base. While people can roam around and sweat HIPPA violations having all the various doctors I had to see be able to pull up my medical records from a data base made things go a lot faster and easier. It saved me some grief and it spared me having to remember what drugs I was taking and what ones I had to avoid. It was all there and highlighted. If there were contraindicationsThe Big Parade they got redlined and beeped. Made me feel more secure.
I’m sure we’ve all had friends who ended up sicker or near death because they forgot to tell a dentist or a specialist about some drug they had to take or avoid.
My free dentist was good. She even responded to my vanity.
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Lets hope that a small town pricey dentist is as good. At least I’ll be hoping.

There’s a music blog, TruStar Vibrations, that I follow via RSS. Recently they repeated a cool rant from Steve Van Zandt. (Little Steven, Miami Steve, Original guitarist for Bruce Springsteen, The Asbury Jukes, The Disciples of Soul, and the best guy on “The Sopranos”. He was the guy in the good wig who did a great Al Pacino “Godfather III” impersonation)
Van Zandt’s rant against the record companies, RIAA and music publishers is the best one since Courtney Love’s article, (back before Love decided she was more of a celebrity than a musician, pre-collagen injections etc).
You can read it here: Steve Van Zandt’s Rant. Its cool.
He points out that the music business is a pretty artificial concept. It used to be, up until Edison, that musicians survived by playing clubs and on the street unless they were lucky enough to get a Ice Queen by Inspired Pixels

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king or a duke to support them. Most of the really great musicians just played where ever they could, sometimes for a bottle and a meal.
Edison changed that when he invented the recording cylinder. Edison gets thought of as a genius. Maybe he was. All I know for sure is that he forced people to pay. He tied up electricity so we have to pay for nature. He created Hollywood. His DRM was so strict and severe that people who wanted to make movies had to run away from him, had to get so far away from him that it was too big a pain for him to sue you.
He soaked every nickel out of every person he could. He was so good at it that others decided that his gouging of people was a right and not just a clever scam.
In the 40’s things started, but it was in the 50’s that music exploded. Music wasn’t something youVivra Sa Vie listened to, it was something you had to have. Records were cool. They gave you something to touch that was as close to most of the teen idols as you were going to get.
You know the record companies were upset because kids could swap records, trade them. Their solace was they made them so poorly that they’d wear out and you’d have to buy another copy.
When Sony transformed their El-Cassette into BetaMax and Phillips launched the cassette is when things got sticky.
Suddenly you could tape your albums and give them to your friends. A lot of corrupt public officials were working with the record companies to try and get a whopping 5 buck tax on every blank cassette sold. The five bucks to go to the record companies because you MIGHT use that tape to tape some of their music. They owned sound.
Van Zandt has to be listened to. He’s rich and one of the guys who stands to benefit from the jerk Electrogoth by HR Giger

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tactics of the RIAA. I like when one of their own stands strong (unlike Metallica) and remembers the fans. The rant is on Van Zandt’s site. I find his site is a mess, over designed by somebody, too hard to get around. I know its there but I couldn’t find it again.
Fortunately there’s still plenty of music that hasn’t been tainted.
Some of the stuff I’ve been listening to lately continues to be the same stuff I’ve always listened to.
The Rooks are still one of my fave 80’s bands that nobody has ever heard of. A shame. Their “Glitter Best” isn’t even their best song but its sweet. Cool guitars and nice harmonies.
Most people know the tune, “Gimme Some Loving”. Steve Winwood and The Spencer Davis Group had a massive hit with it. It can almost always be found someplace on the radio dial, classic rock . . . they usually play it after “Stairway to Heaven”. Its a good tune. I’ve recently discovered that The Kingsmen’s version of “Gimme Some Lovin” is my favorite. First off its live, it pounds, they play that cool organ riff on a Hammond B3Soylent Green and the Kingsmen never ever played jazz or fusion.
I still listen to surf. It rules. Just check out Sandy Nelson’s “Let There Be Drums” and try and tell me it don’t.
There’s plenty of newer surf out there too. Like Speedball Jr tearing through “Scalped”. A band that takes the thrash of speed metal and turns it into gorgeous dawn patrol stuff.
And of course there’s always Canada’s greatest surf band . . . even if there was tons of competition these guys would still be great, Huevos Ranchero’s “What A Way To Run A Railroad” show that punk, thrash and surf are the sweetest sound.
Tribute albums are still a great way for bands to get stuff out there. One I didn’t much care for was the Kinks tribute “Kinks Size”. It had some weak stuff but then out of nowhere it had a couple great covers. One I really liked was Tim O’Brien’s pure country take on “Muswell Hillbilly”. Its cool, touching and funny all at the same time.
John Frusciante is great with The Red Hot Chili Peppers. So great I checked out his solo album. I hated it. Totally pretentious, over blown and near as bloated as any Steve Vai solo album. I was stunned and disappointed, especially since I’d heard Frusciante’s terrific take on the Ramone’s “Today Your Love, Tomorrow The World”. Love with a howl instead of a scream and a strut. Very nice. I was hoping for more like this.
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And I guess I’ll end with a band that some people love, The Milkshakes. I think they’re just okay. I do think their cover of “Hippy Hippy Shake” is a lot more than okay.

While writing this I managed to get the hair appointments and a dental appointment . . . I got an emergency appointment on MARCH THE TENTH!! YOW! Glad I’m not like really really in pain . . . All the benefits of a central database became apparent. They’re mailing me a medical history to fill out and I have to bring all my drug vials with me . . .

The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else
Umberto Eco

Mars by Frank Cho There was nearly 5 inches of snow yesterday. Yow! It finally stopped about 3:30 so armed with my trusted shovel and accompanied by three trouble shooting dogs I attacked.
Hills Have Eyes Shoveled snow for nearly 3 hours. I figure without any canine help it would have taken about 1 hour . . .
No ill effects. Sore shoulders this morning. It bothers me in the vaguest way that it was 11 out and I never noticed it was cold. My friend thinks this is dangerous, frost bite and stuff like worries. I still put it down to the survival mode my body takes that enabled me o Fashion, Sex, Politics get this far, or at least stay alive this long.
Only odd note was that I began to shovel the long shared driveway again. Was about 10% finished when my neighbor speed up the drive, as usually nearly hitting me and spraying me with snow. As usual he blanked me. I no longer say hello. In this case it would have meant turning off the iPod and it was on a string of pretty cool tunes.
I did about 10% more when a guy in a truck with a snow plow suddenly turned up. He was a nice enough guy. Had his 8 year old son with him.
We chatted for a bit. I complained, good naturedly about him burying the gate when he plowed. He was very apologetic. He did the plowing as a favor. He frequents the bar where the lady neighbor works. He claims no one told him that this was a gate. He offered to clear the snow from the man gate. I told him not to bother as I’m sure he was busy tonight, with all the snow and all. He appreciated my understanding. He was doing this part time and he needed the extra money.
Marek Okon My real reason was that I figured in trying to clear off the 4x5x6 pile of snow he would probably damage the gate or even knock it down. I didn’t see any reason to say that to him.
He turned around and plowed the drive. I was relieved, in some ways about not having to do it myself. Not so relieved that I couldn’t be irked that my neighbor couldn’t be arsed to tell me he had a plow coming and let me just dig away. No biggie. At this stage I’d rather he just keep blanking me. Baseless dislike is an okay feeling.

My friend is still working at home. Yesterdays meals were uninspiring. I made something so boring for lunch I can’t even remember what it was. For dinner I made french fries with three types of dipping sauce: a mayonnaise spicy curry sauce, mango chutney, and ketchup (ketchup counts!) andThe Ghost In the Invisible Bikini a side of beans so it would be an official meal and not a snack . . .
My puppy’s aunt sent me a couple of recipes for vegetarian tortilla soup that looks pretty ambitious! I’ll probably try it and me surprised at whatever results.

I note with dismay that the Economic Stimulus Bill passed the house yesterday. Not one Republican voted for it. So much for “reaching across the aisle”. It will be fascinating to see if it does the same in the Senate.
If it does I think this will give Obama a solid ground to blank the Republicans. If this plan has an immediate effect I think that more Republicans will be losing their seats.
With their recent bizarre concession that fatty Rush Limbaugh is the de facto Republican Party leader I’d say they’re in for some bad times.
I remember an old Mad Magazine cartoon from the early 60’s that showed the American people becoming obese pigs with vestigial legs. The punch line of the cartoon was them showing the Red PicsDestop Chinese Army, all skinny, coming in a conquering America not with bombs but by just pushing the fat American over with a finger.
Its kind of scary that Mad Magazines warning was ignored and the cartoon has become prophetic.
I hope something is done about all this. Starbucks is closing down even more shops and firing even more “partners”. The insistence on calling mere badly treated employees “partners” seems sardonic now.
The creepiest thing is in order to avoid and trump union organizers Starbucks offered a semi-decent health insurance plan. A lot of people seem to have worked there just to qualify for that insurance. I know I briefly considered working there for that reason. I figured another taciturn and crabby barista was more than they could take. Lucky for me I decided that as another unheralded part of their avoiding expense is to make sure that the employees don’t get enough hours to qualify. Its a pretty cynicalThe Killing Floor thing to do. They know that in this climate its hard to get another job so they dangle the carrot of being able to stay alive knowing they have the power to unfairly take it away.
Corporate creeps hiding behind being altruistic employers are the worst. It makes all those “free” google apps loaded with creepy spyware seem almost magnanimous.
Finally I’ve managed to set up a trade with a guy for an old TV series my friend craved, “My World and Welcome To It”. It was a cute surprising show from Sheldon Leonard starring William Windom. It was based on James Thurber’s stories and had this interesting gimmick of animating some of Thurber’s drawing to help tell the stories.
My friend is only interested in one episode that focuses on dogs. She remembers that episode with fondness. She tracked down a guy with the series. He wants to trade disc for disc.
I was surprised at his choice for a trade, “The Lone Wolf and Cub” series of films! Chambara for TV? Rah!
In terms of dollar value I’m taking a bath. But the Lone Wolf films are dead easy to find or buy. The “My World” series is difficult so that makes it fair deal, but I’m still surprised on the choice.

Nothing valuable can be lost by taking time
Abraham Lincoln

Erotic Apera by Alex Varenne

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I wasn’t very overwhelmed with the inauguration speech.
Somehow it reminded me of a my old physics professor berating the class for doing so poorly on anHere Comes Mr Jordan exam that he had to throw out the bell curve.
I don’t mind being underwhelmed. FDR was not a very magnificent speaker and he pulled this country out of a similar set of nasty circumstances.
I was very disheartened by the actions and comments of people like Rush Limbaugh. I mean there’s a fat kid who clearly had his butt kicked every day when he was growing up and now has so much nastiness left in him that all the other fat kids with bruised rear Penguins by Wallpaper Coll

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ends follow him slavishly.
And the other Republican antics are just so much dross that its apparent they’re committed to becoming a third party.
One thing is that Cheney reminded me of was Mussolini. An evil man as judged by history who viewed himself as compassionate and who cared for his people. He did not think he lied. He thought he was being Machiavellian clever.
There was this odd book, “Inferno” by Larry Niven. I don’t usually like much of Niven’s stuff but this book had an interesting conceit.
It retold Dante’s “Inferno” in the simplest Cliff Notes way possible. The guide through the Seven Circles of Hell was Benito Mussolini.
Here the endless damnation, pain and torment was not seen as an end in and of itself. The layers of hell were seen not as a test but a rite of purification. A voyage through lakes of boiling blood and burning pitch to self awareness and discovery. So that by making the long path of torture through hell one can finally understand themselves and rise up to heaven.
Girl, Scotty and Violin by Archie Dickens

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The book uses people like Billy the Kid to show how this rite can be abandoned but not failed. “Inferno” eventually ends up listing the seven circles of hell the same way De Sade’s last book descended into being a simple lists of tortures he wished he been able to try.
Its an nteresting read and as Mussolini details his sins and regrets it is words that belonged in Dick Cheney’s mouth. Cheney has implemented torture and been directly responsible for the death of thousands and still feels no regrets.
Who moreso deserves hell and an eternity of struggling through the lake of boiling blood.
Not even Bush, moving into his restricted multi-million dollar home has been so callous, unrepentant, blame shifting and vile he’s a man doomed by himself.
Here’s to a future.The Incredible Shrinking Man

My puppy’s aun made a suggestion: that we look for a year old car that still has a few years left on the warranty. A pretty good idea. The main stumbling block is that brand new cars can be had with 0% financing. That might make the slightly used car more expensive. We’ll have to keep searching though. Its worth investigating.
One idle thought I’d had was trying to pick up a junker, “Transportation Cars” they call them in the ads. Something to last a few months until the Honda hybrids come out. The price on them seems to keep rising but its still cheaper than most out there and 63 mpg is pretty cool.
So much to consider and time is like a taxi meter right now.

Flattery is like chewing gum; enjoy it but don’t swallow it
Hank Ketcham

Dolph by Richard Mohler
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Joe Paterno, head coach at Penn State, was once offered a coaching job in the NFL. He was offered something near 4 million dollars a year. He turned it down saying, “If you’re not saving lives no jobFrogs is worth a million bucks a year.”
In 2008 Paterno made $512, 000. Pete Carroll makes about 4 million plus.
When you walk around State College’s campus you get sort of numb to all the buildings and libraries with the name Paterno on them. This wasn’t an honour bestowed on him. After living his life, sending his kids to school and buying whatever he thought he might need he had money left over so he’d donated his surplus cash to the University so that kids could enjoy the place, could come and get the Remember When
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best education possible.
Back before Reagan, back when greed was considered a vice and not a virtue Joe Paterno was considered a pretty normal American. You made the money you needed to take care of your needs and your family and you used what was left to help other people get a leg up, get a chance to be what they want to be or at least enough to give them a helping hand.
Greed has always been with us. Its a pretty human trait. America perfected it. Europe and Asia followed. And now greed is destroying the world.
A world at war, a world in tatters and rags. The rich are begging and the poor are fighting to stay alive. Reaganomic trickle down theories were always hogwash, an excuse to be greedy. Rockefeller tossing shiny new roosevelt dimes out his limousine windows to the “darkies”. He used to chuckle watching the kids and adults clamour for them.
Today. Obama gets inaugurated as President. Its a big deal that he black and is going to be Cole Phillips
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President. It disheartens me that its a big deal.
When you read prophetic novels and non-fiction from the 40’s and 50’s the general hope was that by the 90’s we’d have ended war, ended hunger and would stand with all men as being equal. Only Orwell’s 1984 and ANimal Farm proved to be accurate.
Conservative governments world wide put a stop to peace and change. All the energy was directed at preserving their old vision of the world. These are the guys who would have thought to sit on the tribunal to find Gallieo guilty of heresy and seen him burned at the stake.
Obama is getting a world that’s been made smaller and even more divided. A world where the rich are committed to destroying the poor. Where our way of life is in hock to the most populous nation on earth and several more of our greatest enemies.Goliath and the Vampires
Enemies we’ve worked diligently to make hate us.
I hope Obama has some greatness in him. It will take greatness to stand up to the attacks and to the rich who despise him, the bigots who despise him and the Republicans who have pledged to stop any changes he might need to make.
Its an arduous path in front of him. The only good thing for him is that he can’t make it any worse.
Good luck to him. Good luck to us all.

The word on the car is that the engine is seized, bearings burned, etc. Can’t even be overhauled has to be replaced. $3,750. About what I expected but you always hold out hope.
The facts are that the car has a top Blue Book of $4,000. We don’t have $3,750. A new car would run about $350 to $500 on a four year, depending on what we get (of course). Can’t afford it.
I feel a touch smug its not my decision to make. I can only advise. Its a 9 year old car.
The rental is a nice Nissan Versa. It would actually be the cheapest and it looks like it would fit 3 or 4 dogs but it rides awfully low.
Haven’t bothered to check out used cars yet. Need to do more thinking and fact gathering.

The dogs are at least happy. My puppy pushing through chest high snow makes me smile. She’s frustrated trying to flatten out a section of ground where she can go to the bathroom, but she’s having fun doing it.
The giant dog is driving me crazy with his ball in the tiny office. This morning he was leaping around Morning by Maxfield Parrish
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like a wild thing. He’d got a leaf tangled in his fur on his face. I removed it and he was irked. It was the best toy he’s had in 15 or 20 minutes! I tried to put it back. It fell off but he kept chasing it.
Gentle dog is over being angry about not going to work with my friend.
The cat hasn’t gone to the bathroom in the house, or at least I haven’t discovered it . . . yet, which is nearly the same thing as her not going . . .
I shoveled the entire driveway, including the final 10 yards of heavy slush. Had a pleasant chat with the Postie who thought I was crazy to do it with a shovel. The neighbor buried the mailbox . . . I wonder how much of this is him just being an inconsiderate idiot jerk and what is malicious just out of patent ingrained jerkiness. While I was shoveling he drove in. Blanked me of course and nearly hit me gunning up the hill. I avoided him and the spray of slush because I’m still cool and quick.Giant From the Unknown
My friend is happy with how much she got done in her Hell Week quarter end. Did some work at home for a few hours thanks to a, finally, smooth running Citrex system.
So all is good in the world except for transportation.
My friend’s assistant offered to pick her up and bring her home next week. Since I calculate its about 40 minutes out of her way a week should be all she could handle. But it just goes to show there’s still plenty of good in the world.

Flattery is like chewing gum; enjoy it but don’t swallow it
Hank Ketcham

Dolph by Richard Mohler
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Joe Paterno, head coach at Penn State, was once offered a coaching job in the NFL. He was offered something near 4 million dollars a year. He turned it down saying, “If you’re not saving lives no jobFrogs is worth a million bucks a year.”
In 2008 Paterno made $512, 000. Pete Carroll makes about 4 million plus.
When you walk around State College’s campus you get sort of numb to all the buildings and libraries with the name Paterno on them. This wasn’t an honour bestowed on him. After living his life, sending his kids to school and buying whatever he thought he might need he had money left over so he’d donated his surplus cash to the University so that kids could enjoy the place, could come and get the Remember When
Click image: “Remembering When” by Unknown
best education possible.
Back before Reagan, back when greed was considered a vice and not a virtue Joe Paterno was considered a pretty normal American. You made the money you needed to take care of your needs and your family and you used what was left to help other people get a leg up, get a chance to be what they want to be or at least enough to give them a helping hand.
Greed has always been with us. Its a pretty human trait. America perfected it. Europe and Asia followed. And now greed is destroying the world.
A world at war, a world in tatters and rags. The rich are begging and the poor are fighting to stay alive. Reaganomic trickle down theories were always hogwash, an excuse to be greedy. Rockefeller tossing shiny new roosevelt dimes out his limousine windows to the “darkies”. He used to chuckle watching the kids and adults clamour for them.
Today. Obama gets inaugurated as President. Its a big deal that he black and is going to be Cole Phillips
Click images for desktop size: “Untitled” by Cole Phillips
President. It disheartens me that its a big deal.
When you read prophetic novels and non-fiction from the 40’s and 50’s the general hope was that by the 90’s we’d have ended war, ended hunger and would stand with all men as being equal. Only Orwell’s 1984 and ANimal Farm proved to be accurate.
Conservative governments world wide put a stop to peace and change. All the energy was directed at preserving their old vision of the world. These are the guys who would have thought to sit on the tribunal to find Gallieo guilty of heresy and seen him burned at the stake.
Obama is getting a world that’s been made smaller and even more divided. A world where the rich are committed to destroying the poor. Where our way of life is in hock to the most populous nation on earth and several more of our greatest enemies.Goliath and the Vampires
Enemies we’ve worked diligently to make hate us.
I hope Obama has some greatness in him. It will take greatness to stand up to the attacks and to the rich who despise him, the bigots who despise him and the Republicans who have pledged to stop any changes he might need to make.
Its an arduous path in front of him. The only good thing for him is that he can’t make it any worse.
Good luck to him. Good luck to us all.

The word on the car is that the engine is seized, bearings burned, etc. Can’t even be overhauled has to be replaced. $3,750. About what I expected but you always hold out hope.
The facts are that the car has a top Blue Book of $4,000. We don’t have $3,750. A new car would run about $350 to $500 on a four year, depending on what we get (of course). Can’t afford it.
I feel a touch smug its not my decision to make. I can only advise. Its a 9 year old car.
The rental is a nice Nissan Versa. It would actually be the cheapest and it looks like it would fit 3 or 4 dogs but it rides awfully low.
Haven’t bothered to check out used cars yet. Need to do more thinking and fact gathering.

The dogs are at least happy. My puppy pushing through chest high snow makes me smile. She’s frustrated trying to flatten out a section of ground where she can go to the bathroom, but she’s having fun doing it.
The giant dog is driving me crazy with his ball in the tiny office. This morning he was leaping around Morning by Maxfield Parrish
Click images for desktop size: “Morning” by Maxfield Parrish
like a wild thing. He’d got a leaf tangled in his fur on his face. I removed it and he was irked. It was the best toy he’s had in 15 or 20 minutes! I tried to put it back. It fell off but he kept chasing it.
Gentle dog is over being angry about not going to work with my friend.
The cat hasn’t gone to the bathroom in the house, or at least I haven’t discovered it . . . yet, which is nearly the same thing as her not going . . .
I shoveled the entire driveway, including the final 10 yards of heavy slush. Had a pleasant chat with the Postie who thought I was crazy to do it with a shovel. The neighbor buried the mailbox . . . I wonder how much of this is him just being an inconsiderate idiot jerk and what is malicious just out of patent ingrained jerkiness. While I was shoveling he drove in. Blanked me of course and nearly hit me gunning up the hill. I avoided him and the spray of slush because I’m still cool and quick.Giant From the Unknown
My friend is happy with how much she got done in her Hell Week quarter end. Did some work at home for a few hours thanks to a, finally, smooth running Citrex system.
So all is good in the world except for transportation.
My friend’s assistant offered to pick her up and bring her home next week. Since I calculate its about 40 minutes out of her way a week should be all she could handle. But it just goes to show there’s still plenty of good in the world.

Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change
Confucius

Conference At Night by Edward Hopper
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Its cold today. Minus 14! In Centigrade that’s a scary sounding -26!
Its not that bad.
I was in in minus 17 once. In Chicago. Back there for my grandmothers funeral years ago. Cold might be lucky for me.The Call of Cthulhu
We had a rental car. Some kind of Ford. I was zipping along some side street avoiding traffic on the Dan Ryan. I was wondering why nobody else was using the street. I was zipping along at a nice 50! When suddenly there was no more road. There were no signs or anything just suddenly no street, just air.
I don’t know how far I flew but I landed in the middle of an empty construction site. The car kept running so DC Comics
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I managed to find an exit. In the rear view mirror I saw that there was about a six foot drop. There should at least been a “DIP” sign, I thought.
Astonishingly the car had no damage, not even a shimmy. I turned the car back to the agency and said nothing. I decided American made cars were alright for some things.
But the bigger bit of unbelievable luck was that we decided to change our flight plans and stay a few more days.
The flight we originally had reservations on was the one the American Airlines plane that crashed at the end of the runway, killing all aboard. It was strange. I never was that close to a tragedy that large.
It hit in a different way. Prior to that the big tragedies were always distant. Like my friend Jake who went to a party and sat with his girlfriend on his lap, took out a gun and shot himself in the head. No one knew why. I wasn’t there. It was only a story like on TV.
Or when my friend Terry and I were out at Manhattan Beach Pier. It was 12 foot and started to look makable. He jumped off the pier with his board (a way of avoiding the nasty swim through the breakers and foamy white water) and I never saw him again. I dived in after him but couldn’t find a Audrey Hepburn
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trace of him. Not even his board.
The breakers pushed me to shore and I ran and managed to flag down a lifeguard truck. They found Terry’s body three days later. For three days I thought he’d show up at school and laugh at me for chasing after him. I figured he’d only pretended to jump in and had swung under the pier in some way and was enjoying my panic.
I’d rather be the butt of one of his pranks. I was 14.
Watching the news story spaced me in a way I couldn’t grasp. Terry was a tragedy that scars. This was monumental. Two hundred people dead and we’d have been there if someone hadn’t asked us to stay two more days to see a show. If American had charged a fee for changing flight plans we probably wouldn’t have paid it. And we’d have taken that short flight.City After Midnight
The enormity of it made me think only of my own welfare. That’s the way those big things go. We have to bring it down to just us our the mind explodes imaging the shattered bodies and the shattered lives of the families.
Which is why I sort of understand why George Bush’s greatest disappointment isn’t the thousands of young American lives lost in the war but his disappointment was in not landing his plane in New Orleans. How could you live thinking you’d had a hand in killing all those thousands of people. It nearly killed Abraham Lincoln before John Wilkes Booth did it for him.
So I can understand how Bush can block it out of his mind. Its what I would do.
How stupid are we as a country that we allowed a guy who is no better than me to boss us.
How hard is it to say, “My deepest regret of my time in office is the American men and women who died in defense of our country, who died protecting liberty around the world, who sacrificed all they Banana At Rest by Blurburger
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had so that we could live free.”
It wouldn’t have been hard unless he and all of his dozens of staff really didn’t care in the slightest. Don’t even care enough about our dead to have the decency to lie and pretend to care.
I think its fine that I don’t have the depth to consider things like, “If only I’d turned right instead of left I could have avoided hitting that school bus.” Cool for me, but not for any responsible person. Used to be the president was the most responsible guy on earth.
I still like the cold. The dogs are invigorated. We’re going to take a walk today and see how long we can stand it.

Still the same issues with the neighbors. I was taking the garbage out and saw him. I said, in my most pleasantly neutral voice, “Hey. How you doing?” And he flat out blanked me.
Maybe he’s deaf. Maybe he has aspergers syndrome ( a mild form of autism) or most likely he’s a stone jerk.CONFESSIONS OF AN OPIUM EATER.jpg
Its a good thing we’re not in LA. As most of you know a guy blanking you like that all these times usually means you have to blank him back and, oh yeah, carry a gun as he surely means you harm.
This isn’t LA and I don’t like the idea of prison is what I was thinking as I watched him use his snow blower to blow snow over the fence into our yard and driveway. When I watched him park his truck and block our driveway I decided that we’ll buy a “DO NOT BLOCK DRIVEWAY” sign. That’ll show him I mean business.
I still like their dog. I still miss our old neighbor and her dogs. Ditto for our dogs.
Forgetting the jerky new neighbors I hope the old neighbors are doing well.

The dogs are now eating the dehydrated sweet potatoes and apples and enjoying them. I’m pleased. But now I’ll have to make more. Which is better than them eating cat feces. The stupid cat has decided that its litter box is not sufficient and has at 8 years of age decided to use various boxes and corners around the house . . .

A few enquiries asking about the “Lone Wolf and Cub” saga. The story that reads like a legend but started as a comic book. Maybe I’ll detail more about it.

The sun can’t shine on all creatures
Shonen Knife

Soa Lee
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Its snowing now. Big fluffy snow flakes. Sweetly sunny. Pretty stuff. Distracting.
My friend took the gentle dog to work with her today. They’re having a doggie party today.1984 Hopefully there’ll be a half dozen pups there ensuring nothing work related gets done, only important doggie chores accomplished today.
Fans
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The BSC Championship was sort of boring. Sloppy too. I never saw any really decent football. Percy Harvin and Tim Tebow had moments that were very satisfying but mostly it looked like the SEC and Big 12 were both grossly over rated conferences. Neither looked like Champions.
I can understand Utah making all kinds of whiney noises about law suits demanding to be called the Champs. What a waste of intelligent energy.
I don’t think Utah looked indomitable either, but they have an argument. Times like this I prefer the Alice (The Devils Bride) by Stephen Fabian
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old Bowl system where their was no definitive champion just people’s opinions and good arguments for the rest of the year. A playoff system is the only thing that would work if we really have to have a “true Champion”.
I’ll still hold to my stance that all kids who play this game and struggle to the end are Champs.
I was impressed with Tebow after the game. Percy Harvin said the right things very sincerely. All the kids deserve to be Kings of the Football World.

Watching the game made my mind wander (boring sloppy games often do).
I thought about Obama working so hard to reconcile the country. He’s trying to do that “hands across the aisle” thing. The Republicans are circling and like most demagogues see his attempts at rightness to be weakness. A weakness to exploit for gains that have nothing to do with us, the 1984 people who suffer their indignities.
I don’t think anyone ever sees themselves as evil.
Even a monster like Hitler was a vegetarian for moral not health reasons. And that vile thing probably believed he was doing the right thing for himself and the world. You wonder if at the moment before he died he had a glimpse of the wretched hateful thing he had become.
I’ve listened to Dick Cheney proudly explain why he thinks torturing people we assume are guilty was a brilliant thing to do. How he circumvented the law to “protect” us. I’ve listened to Bush not feel responsible for the economy, and how he wishes he had invested the entire Social Security Fund in the stock market. In fact, that’s his biggest regret. Not wiping out Social Security.
(Since the Destroyer books once did a edition that involved outside forces destroying America by manipulating the stock market, I wonder where he got this idea. In the book America is saved because of a massive infusion of cash that secretly came from the Social Security fund. Maybe this is Bush’s idea as well. Scary stuff.)
As I listen to everyone rewriting history and replacing fact with fancy you have to say that not all these people could be lying. I think they really believe that stuff they’re spouting. That from their ivory towers they see not the same sun as we see, nor the same earth.
We invaded Iraq because we thought Hussein did not provide ample proof he had no weapons. We Toot Sweet
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justified staying there because Hussein murdered his people, denied them simple civil liberties such as freedom to travel. He rested in gilded palaces while his people struggled to survive. He tortured people to get them to confess to real or imaginary crimes.
He was hung for these crimes. Probably rightly so. I don’t know enough about anyone that would justify killing them or not killing them for that matter. (That belief kept me out of a lot of jury duty.)
What bugs me is that Cheney and Bush are now boasting about doing almost the same things that Hussein was murdered for.
I think that they need to be tried for war crimes, for torturing human beings, for holding American citizens in prison on suspicion, for killing people.
As they have said, “if they are innocent we have the system in place to allow them to prove it.” Which might be contrary to what I thought were the American Principals and laws but why not let A Bullet For Joey them be subjected to the World Court.
Forcing them to testify and to confront the evidence against them would clear the air. It would raise our world status, our own self respect not matter what the verdict. Do most American realize how hated we are in the rest of the world. How hated George Bush is? Tony Blair escaped scandal after scandal but he was ousted as Prime Minister of the UK because he chose to side with Bush.
It won’t happen. We still have segregated neighborhoods and a President who chooses to spend a few million to live in it. And too many people who think that is cool.
The Republican administration doesn’t think its evil. They think they did what was right. A lot of people agree with them. I don’t. I don’t want to live in a world that sees nations collapse in on themselves with self serving stupid arrogance. We used to lead the world, maybe we still do.
It was Ibsen who wrote, “by simple fact the majority is always wrong.”

The Medicine Teepee
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Didn’t sleep well last night. Worries. Finances. So what else is new?
All that scrapping has resulted, not in a surplus so much as an ability to take care of some things. Health and car mostly.
Eye tests and brake jobs sort of extravagances.
I’ve also cut my pain killer intake in half. More economy. Maybe was too drastic a cut off. Discomfort level rising sort of thing. So that now I just feel hollow and a little frightened. I’m not scared. Its that sort of fear you can’t ignore or escape. Not dread. More grounded and less elliptical than dread.
I’m lucky to have dogs and friends. The only known antidote.
I’m a lucky guy.

Don’t look back, it may be catching up to you
Satchel Paige

Letter Soup by Rod SG So many thoughts during the day. Sometimes its hard to single out the ones that mark the day, that make each day unique and wondrous.Bride of the Monster
I don’t give a of thought to what goes on here. I want to mark the days, not dazzle. I spend a lot of time helping my puppy write her little posts. They’re important. This is too but for very dissimilar reasons.
Te puppy communicates, this just records and is available for the friends who might care or the enemies who can curse the days I’m Movie Star and Child still intact or chuckle over setbacks and suffering.
A few people have taken exception to my comment that the stupid cat poisoned my food.
I’ve lived with cats. Dragged them to the vet. Found a few amusing, tended a few until it was time for them to pass over. I even liked a couple of them. I suspect I know cats as well as anyone could who does not blindly love them. My feelings are that cats are the embodiment of evil.
I’d think we all know about the toxins that cats carry in their mouths. They work the poisons into their feet so that their prey that they toy with so maliciously were to escape will swell up and die.
If you get scratched or bitten by a cat it will welt up with poison. It is my theory that cats are not cleaning themselves. That’s a myth perpetuated by their thralls. Cats are coating their bodies with the poison so that any incidental contact starts to seep into your system like DMSO (an arthritic treatment that is absorbed so rapidly through the skin that it is tasted in the mouth if a single drop touched your hand or foot) it permeates the flesh until the cat mind control takes over and you find yourself treating an animal that has n interest in more deep than the ancient Egyptians had for the slaves Indian School who built their pyramids.
The only possible defense against this centuries old cat treachery is the dog. They are immune to cat toxins and have devoted their lives to protecting the human race from feline evil.
I have studied on this and know it to be true. Or at least as true as the latest mung that the Republican party is spewing.
They’re in the midst of selecting anew leader of the Republican Party. One of the prime candidates sent all the voting members a Rush Limbaugh endorsed CD highlighting a little song called “Barack the Magic Negro”.
It is nauseatingly racist. Limbaugh and company say it isn’t because some black guy wrote it. The song cops the theme from Peter Yorn’s “Puff the Magic Dragon”. Yorn has written op-ed pieces Cat People screaming his outrage of his little tune being used by the Republican Party to promote hatred.
Since the McCain campaign pirated stuff like Jackson Browne’s running on empty and refused to stop using it declaring that they were doing the song writer a favor by promoting his music it senseless for Yorn to expect them to desist stealing his music.
(The RIAA doesn’t care if the Republicans steal music. They only care if you do.)
I don’t care if the Republicans want to make themselves the party of hate and white supremacy. They can use any specious argument they want to justify it.
Back in the sixties Dick Gregory was a successful comedian. He stopped being an entertainer and became a committed activist. He wrote a book called “Nigger”. His explanation was that the next time some one called his mother a nigger she wouldn’t have to be insulted she could think that the bigots were just advertising her son’s book.
Of course the bigots used the title, ala Archie Bunker, as a justification to call blacks “niggers”. If the word is okay for “them” to use its okay for “us” to use too.
Its not racist if “they” say it.
I’m not to cool with us and them terms unless your on a sports field.
Its always been this way. I don’t know what’s getting better.
For years it was cried that blacks were ruining sports. They were just naturally better at running and jumping. It was genetic, see. It was unfair to let them compete against good healthy Silver SurferAmerican athletes. Their physical attributes allowed them to play the game better but they lacked the brains to fully comprehend the beauty of the game . . .
Check out some old op-ed pieces from newspapers when Jackie Robinson entered the Major Leagues.
For every piece praising Walter O’Malley for breaking the “color line” their are at least 10 pieces cursing him for ruining the game, American life and the frail structure of the universe.
These pieces weren’t written by people you’d define as idiot bigots. They were thought out, backed with historical fact. Some had a melancholy tone where the writer was simply glad he was too old to live to see the destruction and havoc that would be ensured by letting a black man on the same acre field as a white man.
Winning games became more important and more and more black players entered the arena. They were always held to a different standard of conduct. None of them were ever much allowed to be Black Widow men. They had to play the game with fire but never forget that they were ambassadors for a race.
Still it was nearly 30 years before their was a black QB in the NFL. The take was that blacks were fast and strong limbed but lacked the brains to play such a complicated position. How could a black man lead white men in the huddle?
James Harris was black, he was slow footed and actually looked like a white QB. The Rams had nothing else so he got to start. Then there was Randall Cunningham and then and then and then.
And the games became more beautiful. The fans stayed ugly and racist. Not all of them but one is Living Room enough.
I once coached a game where one of my black players asked an official about the legality of spearing. The middle aged white ref said, “Get back to your huddle monkey boy.” That was in 1999. The ref was confounded by my rage. He didn’t see a thing wrong with the term or with ignoring the question.
Everyone has some stupid reason to justify blind hatred. SOme people are articulate enough to put that hatred into cogent thoughts and sentences or even songs. If you buy that you also need to accept that cats are the hell spawn of the devil.