Thursday, March 27, 2008

Our Little Georgie Porgie the Marionette Humpity Dumpity President

Our little Apie
With those monkey ears
Let out of a fake Texan ranchers zoo
Goodbye lil' George
You weren't even, after all
Curious, George
Brain dead
Enough said
Your wife looks like a cheap discarded and unconvincing extra
From the Tim Burton film a few years back
Planet of the Apes
and your naughty children, George
Are such Neanderthals
That they even
Make the Dutch
Look good

Snow Beards Black Dog and House

A few views from the March '08 Snow storm general craziness that landed upon us mortal souls in Ghettoville and Gansterville over by the intersection of Purdue and Agler near Little Mogadishu.

Friday, March 21, 2008

March 08 Snow Storm

Chez moi de la Ghettoville during the 20 inch snowfall. The car got stuck then stolen but the teen hoodlums who broke into the car and peeled the steering wheel were not the brightest lights in the chandelier of life. Chinese old wise man parable say don't go an steal an abandoned car stuck in the snow. Another parable says never spit into the wind. The Mifflinville police officer who filed the report on the car was an Ohio version of the way cool police officer character from Fargo. Despite Ghettoville's bad reputation the police services so far seem rather cool and interesting - not at all like the brainless civil servants one has come to expect. When interacting with the police my mantra is - who will police the police? To which the answer is - the Citizens (not the Consumers in case that needed clarification).

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Experiencing Ghettoville, USA from Nowhere, Ohio

Back in the USSA coming to you live from Ghettoville, USA from Belgium to Plasticvillette to Ghettoville. Learning that lifes moments and places are stepping stones without a destination in this planetary Matrix called Earth - just one of many stops on the intergalactic public Metro system. These Blogettes are just entries from my personal travel journals throughout this mysterious cosmos longing for the Divine - the One - the singular Ultimate and unknowable Infinite from our finite minds and lives - seeking a final destination called home. Trying not to forget that Earth is just a public transit platform for us Souls confined at the moment to a shared material plane bound by this mortal coil of our bodies trying to get to the other side. In the mean time there is determination to make the Hajj and find something genuinely sacred and a mercy for this planet.