Saturday, April 29, 2006

I am lost


I wish I was not so lost.
It all seems like bullshit and so evil.
Gotta call from my budddy Mike.
Think he's worried about me.
Shit, what a guy. Dying here.
A door out. Thanks, Mike.

Gilligan


..and of course that is what Gilligan meant to us all. We were lost.
We are still lost. I don't understand. We are confronted with more information than the human mind can assimilate. Bollocks to that.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

News of the World

I used to think that we were headed for World War Three; I now amend my earlier analysis of the international scene; I no longer believe that we are, as a race and as a planet, headed in the direction of war; I think that we are racing headlong toward a conflagration. The fire next time, is almost certainly at hand. Never before in all human history, have so many, been led, by so few, who were all the wrong leaders, at all the wrong time.

Peace go with you.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Summer summer summer summer...


...You turn me upside down. Time to mow lawns, to clean thos ecobwebs away, to hunt the highway, to put things right, to ride south, and cram into our mouths the steaks our winter lacked.

Time to seek out a few friends and soem warm evenings and to finish projects long overdue...

Welcome back, summer, and all the life-giving powers over which you hold sway. goodbye to a long intractable winter that held so many ills and bad feelings. To work; hopefully, this weekend, much will be made right.

The Divine Messengers Three, and Their Words...

Thinking cosmologically, I noted this morning, in reading the Koran, that Jesus is mentioned by Muhammed and referred to as "The Redeemer." I was reading this book, because I had heard that Muslims acknowledged Jesus (Isa) as a prophet, but not the Messiah--the book of Sulah in the Koran provides a readin that I found compelling, wherein Muhammed refers to Isa as "The Redeemer," after a miracle that Isa performs...my point in all of this is that the two religions are in no wise mutually intractable, no more so than are Judaism and Christianity. All three believe in the same diety--ie., the God of Abraham (and the Arabic people, in fact , consider themselves Abraham's descendents). In fact, all our differences are monetary and political. We mustn't forget that, or allow diatribes of any ethnicity/office/extemity to blur our all-too similar beliefs into the basis of some ill-advised and maniacal crusade, which will only steepen the bloodshed in a world, in which the blood is almost up to the bridle, already. Go in peace, and God be praised.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

By the Sword




Allow the President to invade a neighboring nation, whenever he shall deem it necessary to repel an invasion, and you allow him to do so, whenever he may choose to say he deems it necessary for such a purpose -- and you allow him to make war at pleasure. If today, he should choose to say he thinks it necessary to invade Canada, to prevent the British from invading us, how could you stop him? You may say to him, 'I see no probability of the British invading us' but he will say to you, 'Be silent; I see it, if you don't.'" -

- Abraham Lincoln
















Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.

- Ernest Hemingway






Naturally, the common people don't want war ... but after all it is the leaders of a country who determine the policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in every country.

- Hermann Goering





I don't see how you can lead this country to succeed in Iraq if you say wrong war, wrong time, wrong place. What message does that send our troops? What message does that send to our allies? What message does that send the Iraqis?

-George W. Bush







Words quail. Simple phrases and clauses cannot describe the
human suffering, the waves of devestation that flow outward
from each little disaster, that forms the cataclysm, the violent
and explosive rent in the fabric of reason, that is war.

















Let us never forget, though, that there are two wars being waged in the word today, by the USA. One is the war that was brought to our doorstep
by Islamic extremists who longed to pull the US of A into a protracted
and bloody war on their own ground, so that they could finally bring the spotlight of the international media to their theater of complaint--

The United States of America responded to this attack vociferously and justly. This is the war that is being waged in Afghanistan, and in Indonesia, and in other parts of the world, today, over four years after the 9/11 attacks.

And then, there is that other war--the War in Iraq--the one that turned International opinion against the Bush Administration. The war that so bitterly divides American domestic discourse. The war that the media focuses on, relegating the War on Terror and the men and women who fight it to "oh, yeah, by the way," status.

This is Mr. Bush's war, the vendettas of the father taken up by the son, the war he blindly and deafly pressed upon a nation, never let us forget, largely and vocally against its coming.
















I would say to all the young republicans out there who still adamantly refuse to see that the emperor has no clothes, that the Bush regime's legacy will be one of a failed foreign policy that will haunt several of his successors.

Now, we are confronted by an upheavel in the country's domestic policy that matches what the the million mistakes in Iraq have cost the US; 23 million illegal aliens that the country is helpless either to deport or assimilate, who intend to put America over a barrel. The ever-nebulous Bush seems eager to cave in to this extortion; The has also quite clearly articulated that all that he has wrought wil be left at the feet of his successors, whoever they might be.

In a three more years, then, Bush will wash his hands and walk away;

but this leaves one hard fact, disturbingly clear; the Bush legacy is one of strife, of need, of betrayal of values, and of human pain, and it is one that will endure long after this administration is fading, dusty history.






God created Arrakis to train the faithful.
--from "The Wisdom of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan


--George Herbert, Dune.


Friday, April 14, 2006

Never let Your Guard Down.


They are lying in wait for you. Expect an enemy counterattack at any time. If, like me, you have equipped yourself with suitable provisions, you might be able to outlast them. As of Friday, April 13, 2006, I have equipped myself with the following provisions:


  1. A quart of gin.
  2. A bottle of cheap, dry, white wine; never buy Vermouth; it is a marketing ploy for the ignorant.
  3. Two moist towellettes found in my pocket after a drunken trip to the local diner.
  4. A half-gallon of gin.
  5. Another half-gallon of gin.
  6. Two towels; one lima green, the other…white?
  7. Black Velvet Painting of some dogs drinking gin (Painting, Ebay, $23.43).
  8. Radio that runs off the power of human thought waves. See above.
  9. Indispensable, purple cover with yellowish type paperback copy of The Catcher in the Rye.
  10. Rye Whiskey (Half Gallon)
  11. Seven new White T-Shirts (no pocket)
  12. Two pairs underwear.
  13. Army Survival Guide; canteen full of gin.
  14. Six-pack of Heineken.
  15. 24-pack of microwavable burritos, bean flavor.
  16. Two Pabst Blue Ribbons I found on the sidewalk (now chilled)
  17. Bottle of 100 aspirin
  18. 1993 Penthouse Pet of the Year Runners up issue (Good condition)
  19. Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary.
  20. Ace bandage.

Thus fortified, I expect to repel any boarder, mugwump, or Jehovah’s Witnesses, excepting the most determined. Those who make it past such formidable defenses, I am sure, will be disposed to a mutual and hard-won fellowship, if initially begrudging, with their former adversary, as we are now brothers in arms. That is, as long as they keep their hands off my alcohol. The bastards.

Friday, April 07, 2006

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god blesses us/curses us with different sorts of shit.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Ah...Weekend of blissful indolence....

Nothing much to do, but; go to work (hung over) tomorrow; get off work and put bed together and re-arrange room; work on car (long overdo) fix Jamie and Bobby's PCs; mow the grass; and set up that bar I'be been thinking about. Gotta go see mom and sisses, and my brother-man. Think that about covers it, except for what all I am forgetting. But I digress.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

April Fool, Mothafucka


Oh, this ain't no April fool. William Shatner and ( long-time friend) Ben Folds have put together what might appear as no more than a validictory album for the 75 year old Shatner; but, oh, no; it is much more, sublime, groundbreaking, and heartfelt. I applaud this album; go buy it, and listen to it, and listen to it again, every ten years or so. Like William Faulkner once said, "great literature must grieve upon universal bones." This is great music, and it obeys the same rubric. It will survive the ages, oncew Star Trek is long forgotten. Hey: Listen to this.

Days of Future Past


Ah. Staring down forty and wondering what to do with the time still ahead. I am not morose, though, nor do I want to rush out and get married, or buy a sports car and start dating younger women (Not that I have ever stopped dating younger women.) Still, the old internal clock keeps a steady remind that time, precious and irrreplaceable is slipping into a black hole from which it may never be recalled, and I am no where near where I planned to be by this time in my life. But such is the way of things. I was recently listening to William Shatner's Has Been online teaser/interview, and I was deeply impressed with the rang of emotions and depth of thought that he and Ben Folds brought forth in this newest work. There's a great message there for people who have long since said goodbye to their salad days.
Has been... just might again. Rock on, Shatner.