It is cold and damp and rainy - Ohio has the climate of a forgotten family cemetery. If I am going to be confined to a cemetery I'd rather it be in the dusty cremains of a desert than this putrid place. Gas prices here are below in some places 1.60 US$ a Gallon (still not Metric - yet! coz weez ameerigunz an i-litter-irate)
.....To escape the Ohio pollution, damp, mold and mildew smells that makes me want a road trip until I think about what a dark rather miserable time of year it is for North America in November. I would have gone on a road trip this year late summer or early autumn but Exxon and the Bush II Administration had other plans in other places which is not all what the Grande Olde Par-tay really is all about. At all... and most Republicans today don't even know that which isn't very Republican of them - just ask those two hillbillies out of Wasilla who went on a Neiman Marcus spending spree recently - they wouldn't know either.
....(Speaking of which I was always obsessed by her hands - almost as much as she was - those beauty pageant claws - which she would never expose as all ball jointed and curled up arthritic and veiny - so she always had these odd hand gestures going on quite independent of whatever non-sense was coming out of her tele-prompted mouth. (you know just to keep her hands and fingers looking straight so she'd appear younger - a woman's age as you know is clearly exposed on the back of her hands - Like a mans age is revealed in his beard - which is why vain Westerners are obsessed by being clean shaven. It's the type of thing cheerleader - Drop Dead Gorgeous or the Hairspray pink elbowed beauty contestants worry about in photo ops - is the Vaseline still on my teeth? ...are my hands and fingers straight and not curled up? ...feet together, no static cling - hate that on camera and could someone please refresh my Aqua Net stat! I love making fun of her so much I almost voted for her to be the new national punching bag-hag.
I am devising a scheme to rejuvenate this country in six months - just sue the Bush Administration - Cheney and the Haliburtons and the like - and make Exxon and Marathon provide private health care for all Americans and those even just passing through - the way European North Western Medicine and Health care works on a national government level instead ours will be corporate-o-cratic-automatic. Companies like those record (ree-cord not re-cord) massive profits by the second. They can continue to do so - even - tax free - but they will have to provide First World Health care, Housing and Education to anyone who needs it out of Patriotic obligation to the Nation that bred such a corporate-entity at such great national social expense. Plus they will have to begin a public works project nationally to restore pedestrian infrastructure to all US cities where it was removed to benefit the Auto Industries greedy desire to make us all dependent on cars and auto ways. Waistlines will return and chronic illnesses will subside and the Prozac generations will be no more. And they must provide real education - not this quasi religious crapolla that has swept the school hallways since Reagan - And I mean Education - no more phenomenal student loans to get through the University to curse you into poverty when you start a job until retirement if you stay healthy - but the school entrance (and exit) exams are murder of course - so no more faux educated Bush II types can get an education that they can't really absorb - less waste. Perhaps just the threat of obligation to The Vampiric Corporations like Exxon et al's human responsibility will be enough for them to stop stonewalling Democratic measures to make these basic first world standards available to all Americans for the first time in their wealthy assed history.
My biggest gripe about this whole two party national self abuse system is that these Fake Republicans cause so much damage in a very short time - that when the Democrats get their turn - they can only push the mop around all that bloody decay and never have the chance - in 40 some years of actually building any of the great notions that are inherently interesting about the Democratic ideologies (notions which invariable self corrupt because greed runs through human veins not blood). We haven't seen in my life time what the Democrats can do that is good. but then neither have we seen what the Republican can do that is good. Anyone here remember WWII era Republicans who didn't want to get caught up in European linguistic and racial quagmires who would have scoffed at present day Middle Eastern sentimental ones? So we need a revolution to chuck out this system. Bring in a Castro type - Singapore is a successful Dictatorship - the Republican/Corporate-o-cracy is an unsuccessful economic Dictatorship - and they never really step aside when they aren't in office - see the Ken Starr Clinton Character Assassination years if you don't believe me. Ask a dead Kennedy man in a seance. So this is why I am anti-American - this model - this experiment - doesn't work - it is a self loathing sort of game of unhappiness with no results except for warmongering. Would some please stand up and say so.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Random images
Someone fearlessly unafraid of color. The Purple facade along the alley behind Summit and Hudson.A nine eleven refuge camp tapestry tribute - once a controversial e-bay item - now worthy of rethinking and reconsidering.
Some US state department Mosques of America calendar for 2009 -- highly collectible -- extremely hard to get a copy of. Not available for the taxpaying masses - I sure do want one but gave up on trying.
Some US state department Mosques of America calendar for 2009 -- highly collectible -- extremely hard to get a copy of. Not available for the taxpaying masses - I sure do want one but gave up on trying.
Benoit, Bender, Ben, BJ, Bendahar - many names - many guises but from the same great men of Walt Whitmans civil war era soul reincarnated for these post 20th century times - lost like the rest of us in the retail snake pits of America and their unnatural geography of parkinglots to nowhere.
Some say Ben fell off the cover of a 1950 or 60's male physique pictoral from the days of sidewalk newsstands - back when most towns and villages had a pedestrian infrastructure. I say souls like Benoit were the stuff that inspired Leaves of Grass to not just be written but published in more free-thinking times than today.
Some say Ben fell off the cover of a 1950 or 60's male physique pictoral from the days of sidewalk newsstands - back when most towns and villages had a pedestrian infrastructure. I say souls like Benoit were the stuff that inspired Leaves of Grass to not just be written but published in more free-thinking times than today.Ben is hard working - destitute - working poor - devoted animal lover for discarded house pets much like himself - a local hero for homeless cats and dogs around OSU. Guys like Ben deserve a tax exempt status until this country can resolve its working poor control matrix/3rd world inducing shock doctrin-ette economic dilemma. Bens landlord defaulted on his buildings mortgage and you think Ben has money for a new rental deposit - utility changeovers and a rental moving vehicle - and in this wintery temperature.
Ben is just another all too human non-Joe variety example - like the rest of us - of the idea of United States American - too bad this country is over-run with economic and political Vampires who are ruthlessly feeding on lives such as Bens - draining guys like Ben to exhaustion - for nothing more than greed. Shame on you America - Shame on you and your Big first world Exxon economy creating third world domestic nightmares for most Americans (South, Central and Northern).
We still demand all the money you Exxon political types stole from our impoverished lives in the last 24 months with gasoline inflation prices. Let the economic Vampires drain humanity to death and extinction so they can then just feed on themselves.
I wanted to read Naomi Klein's Shock Doctrine after seeing the book product placed with the character Tara in True Blood; couldn't find a word about how all that Naomi Klein writes of all applies to the example of the Shock Doctrine idea playing out in Gaza and the West Bank fragments of a once beautiful and multicultural Palestine.
It has been said that the Palestinians will not be freed from the Vampire clutch Israel has on them until the Americans are freed from the Vampire clutch that the international Zionist economic cartell has on us here in the US: Well, that won't be happening in time for that miserable concrete wall around Bethlehem to be torn down by Christmas this year.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Don't Let Healthcare In This Country Make You Sick
The following essay is about my recent experience with a central Ohio Doctor who astonished me with her extraordinary determination to listen and help me rather than inflict her profession on me - as most doctors do in the shortest amount of time possible for the greatest amount of money possible.
Dr Elarossi is actually located quite far from where I now reside yet I prefer the drive because she is quite possibly the best doctor I have known in North America. After living overseas in a country with actual healthcare I became used to affordable doctors who spent as much time as possible with me the patient neccessary to see me get well.
The US healthcare system is designed to keep people coming back which is an inherent flaw of the for profit US healthcare model. People in the US deserve better and Dr Elarossi knows this. It is my opinion Dr Elarossi is doing her part with what she can within our current healthcare crisis of greed to continue the art of practicing medicine ethically for those who seek her out for help.
I found my way to Dr Elarossi quite by chance and now refer everyone I know in need of an alternative to the current healthcare crisis of disregard and neglect to her. We here in central Ohio are extremely fortunate to have her here working on our behalf. Dr Elarossi has a patient and impeccible bedside manner steeped in modesty; her communication is based solely on a pragmatic devotion to science and the art of medicine not business. She spent a great deal more time in counsel and consideration with me during my appointment which is unheard of in the states now for sadly way too many decades. To her credit Dr Elarossi doesn't treat my condition as a single issue but treats my body as a whole state of being with a body, mind, soul and spirit ethic. For all this Dr Elarossi deserves in my opinion an award and recognition for her unique approach to medicine despite being locked into a medical economic structure that unfortunately creates a control structure of chronic treatment for dis-ease.
There was once a time in the United States where individuals with the caliber of character that Dr Elarossi has were sought after - maybe not in the recent last century but certainly in the one previous to that - Citizens who stood up against the grain of a seemingly insurmountable sinister force because of their own personal convictions and determination to do what was right for other people without a voice - these were the people public monuments by local artists were erected on behalf of a community to tell their story of achievements. If this were a more gracious time then there would be some sort of monuments being considered for good people like Dr Elarossi.
These days, however, the only monuments being erected are by corporations for themselves or their accomplices who work on a corporations behalf and not for the voiceles humane level of life. One need only listen to National Public Radio to listen to the long litany of shameless self promoting "generous" corporations and individuals who wish to slightly benefit society only after they have greatly benefited themselves.
God Bless Dr Elarossi - if only there were more doctors this forthright in their persuit of the Art of Medicine then this country would be that much more a healthier, ethically, and morally compassionate place for all Americans and our guests.
If you think this is all too good to be true then check out Dr Elarossi for yourself. There are lots of good and excellent Dr's out there but few who are capable or willing to stave off the beast of capitalism from devouring good doctors patients from our current merciless healthcare system that rewards the rich and healthy and punishes the poor and sickly.
Dr Elarossi is actually located quite far from where I now reside yet I prefer the drive because she is quite possibly the best doctor I have known in North America. After living overseas in a country with actual healthcare I became used to affordable doctors who spent as much time as possible with me the patient neccessary to see me get well.
The US healthcare system is designed to keep people coming back which is an inherent flaw of the for profit US healthcare model. People in the US deserve better and Dr Elarossi knows this. It is my opinion Dr Elarossi is doing her part with what she can within our current healthcare crisis of greed to continue the art of practicing medicine ethically for those who seek her out for help.
I found my way to Dr Elarossi quite by chance and now refer everyone I know in need of an alternative to the current healthcare crisis of disregard and neglect to her. We here in central Ohio are extremely fortunate to have her here working on our behalf. Dr Elarossi has a patient and impeccible bedside manner steeped in modesty; her communication is based solely on a pragmatic devotion to science and the art of medicine not business. She spent a great deal more time in counsel and consideration with me during my appointment which is unheard of in the states now for sadly way too many decades. To her credit Dr Elarossi doesn't treat my condition as a single issue but treats my body as a whole state of being with a body, mind, soul and spirit ethic. For all this Dr Elarossi deserves in my opinion an award and recognition for her unique approach to medicine despite being locked into a medical economic structure that unfortunately creates a control structure of chronic treatment for dis-ease.
There was once a time in the United States where individuals with the caliber of character that Dr Elarossi has were sought after - maybe not in the recent last century but certainly in the one previous to that - Citizens who stood up against the grain of a seemingly insurmountable sinister force because of their own personal convictions and determination to do what was right for other people without a voice - these were the people public monuments by local artists were erected on behalf of a community to tell their story of achievements. If this were a more gracious time then there would be some sort of monuments being considered for good people like Dr Elarossi.
These days, however, the only monuments being erected are by corporations for themselves or their accomplices who work on a corporations behalf and not for the voiceles humane level of life. One need only listen to National Public Radio to listen to the long litany of shameless self promoting "generous" corporations and individuals who wish to slightly benefit society only after they have greatly benefited themselves.
God Bless Dr Elarossi - if only there were more doctors this forthright in their persuit of the Art of Medicine then this country would be that much more a healthier, ethically, and morally compassionate place for all Americans and our guests.
If you think this is all too good to be true then check out Dr Elarossi for yourself. There are lots of good and excellent Dr's out there but few who are capable or willing to stave off the beast of capitalism from devouring good doctors patients from our current merciless healthcare system that rewards the rich and healthy and punishes the poor and sickly.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Yesterdays Hope Tomorrows Salvation
This image was from yesterday November 2...
Hope and Salvation oddly playing out on the State House steps and lawn in Columbus, Ohio. Last time I was there I got stoned with some state attorney type. But that was years ago.
Today, in another "bury my heart at wounded knee Indian summers day" gathering trapped in the cold air of the shadow of those sinister Reagan era mirrored facades; on a lawn that once looked unobstructed with boundless optimism to the wide open West. A lawn once designed to be a staging ground for Ohio democracy in the open air to play itself out in - now out of all proportion and reason with that claustraphobic inducing real estate shiny walls looming overhead...
The nice thing about bad architecture (and bad governance) is how easily it can be demolished. However, this country is more famous for tearing down the good. From a backdrop of a sturdy domeless rotunda that belongs that way as a unique, suitable and timeless architectural reference summing up the lame state of Ohio - the original unlimited outdoor space of early 19th century urban planners would have held in its arms todays Democracy happening.
How it seems impossible that we have all waited for forty-five years for a promise of the dream of Democracy to be fullfilled - can it possibly have taken so long? Are we so over due? It's not very often the words of a politician raise the hairs on my forearm and yield a scatchy and difficult lump in the throat that is hard to swallow or speak with. I really didn't want the public humiliation of tears streaming down my face when it was over not that it would matter in such an annonymous and annoying crowd - but I remained a man with no falling tears - but it sure wasn't easy. Thanks, God, for Barack's sophisticated and polite sense of dignified humor mixed with rugged optimism for the difficult times ahead. I only wish I could have been closer but then, who there, then, didn't wish that no matter where they stood.
Bicycled there without food or water - stood for too long - but would do it all again! If only for another chance at a possible hand shake or at least eye contact with a man walking through history unfolding around him fueled by hope.
Independent local cafe's, diners, shops and newstands would have jumped on the opportunity to turn a buck with todays crowd - the chain stores just remained oblivious rendering themselves redundant in their pervasiveness in a downtown defined by parkinglots and bankers business hours.
Politicians inevitably will certainly always disappoint in the obligations of compromise that society and governance require - they are only human supposeably - (well - occassionally - sadly too few that is - of those inhuman politicians which Plato warned us about from his Republic) - caught up in the nasty human equation of politics - but some are better than others.
Even from those pop music performance outdoor ampitheater distances something palpable was present despite all the "inconito" agents strewn about.
Bought a 15 dollar T-shirt!!!! Yikes what was I thinking - of a Matrix the movie poster twist - "That One" with Barack as "the Neo - the oNe" that one...
Sometimes the unreality of lifes persistant or perhaps incessant illusion is brighter than the rest.
Friday, October 31, 2008
In Morteville Queen Carlotta still Reigns every Halloween
A bury my heart at wounded knee "Indian" summers day in Mifflinville.
I've been on the phone getting disappointed by cheesy Whirlpool reps of a used car lot lizard character of a civil servant disfunctionaire bleedy Mary over the two faulty appliances I bought... me going way beyond the call of duty on Whirlpools behalf to try to get them to take responsibility for their business, products and services - which they then like a beast of Belgian bureaucracy throw back on the sales company I bought the kitchen AIDS of a Whirlpool brand from (the very retailer who incidently tell me the problem is Whirlpools - and neither end of this shameful equation know I have expert experience with this sort of bureacratic misery bullshit from my time in a belgian purgatory of bureacracy! talk about a rock and hard place - my ass!)
so both the retailer and Whirlpool then blame me directly for being a naive consumer. Capitalism here for me post Belgium is shocking in how brazenly unsympathetic it has become - at least during the Clinton years business tried to put on a fake "customer is king" (or Klant is Koning as they say in Flanders) sort of pretense and if you were insistant would actually get you what you wanted to pay for - which in my case is a moot point since I comitted the naivity of paying for what should be a recalled item - assuming someone would do their job. Whirlpool and Appliance Smart are saying if you were stupid enough to buy their product then it's your own fault. Amazing actually - Me going about all this sort of detached and amused by this. I did naively buy Whirlpool products (scratch and dent) From that Satanic retailer (no not Lowes or Home De POT) but some do nothing sort of cheap virtueless sort of retailer called here Applaince Smart "Factory" Outlet - Appliance Stupid if you ask me a consumerist citizens report alert! avoid Whirlpool products from retailers like Appliance Smart! Be yea weary fellow consumer like avoid it like the plague of Europa's dark years...
...Because dear old RIP Veteran dad once was an electrical engineer who designed Whirlpool controls in his part of the post WWII domesticated military industrial complex via a local company that moved to the sticks called Ranco - where he worked his life away - which used to be located just south of Batelle Memorial Institute - where mom RIP once worked... once upon a time - this all seems like lame fiction now - except these were their lives - and had they not met at that fateful intersection of Avenues King and Neil perhpas I would not be. Which is where I seemingly fatefully met a stray Flemish sort of Belgian -- and if nothing else had a good round of love and compassion for too many years; along with the privilege to live abroad. The consequence of all that is now I am better equipped to understand this miserable land to my advantage. Not that I care.
But I miss the King Avenue Coffeehouse.
...can i just continue to abuse you dear reader unaware and write out some withdrawing from Effexor those pills from Satan herself frustrations on you...
plus i just want to suddenly - celebrate autumn and finally cry about things I haven't been able to on mood stabilizers... (for years now) ie Moms death, My Great C.S. Lewis Divorce and Dads death... etc.
I remember the day of the dead or dias de los muertos and, and, and
I got the balls to finally quit my job - did I tell you!? I couldn't take my L-word bossettes no mores who despite all my slacker and self absorbed appearances I never-the-less-always-the-more have extreme respect and gratitude for but my life and personal mythology show must go on in some other uncharted healthcareless direction with a fatal pre-existing condition. So now I shall InshAllah finish the house until Xmas and who knows... I gotta go baby sit my needy cat Tonka.
...before I go what do you know about Chrissy Hynds restaurant in Akron called something Subterreanean or Mediteranean or Terrarium oh yeh Vegeteranium - me thinks - tho I'm no sure about that. That place of Chrissy's should have been more appropriately called Hyndes is you ask me given the size of American behinds - well anyway it is supposed to open a loaction in C-town and NYC? Ms Hyndes Pretenders back to Ohio lyrics are sublime but disconcerting when you hear them in a song at say Home Depot. Her lyrics have wether I liked them or not been all to telling of my home and origin and like her I had the privilege to live elsewhere but still this place like some miserable rats glue trap pulls one back I say. Glad to see it's had the same effect of such a anti-celeb-type-celeb...
So I was telling you that I heard that Back To Ohio song like i did the other day at Home Depot and in that godawful mall place called Easton that I call Tel-Aviv. Easton like Tel-Aviv being a carnage to set upon an unwilling land by greedy manipulative types with no care for anything but their own profits.... meanwhile I've been chanting the song by peter bjorn and john (the new abba?) called - young folks - an "old" pop songs which I heard for the first time at Lowes Home de Pot which nearly had me on the floor crying... The lyrics - not the unexpected transcendental moment of feeling over their lyrics... the feeling of feelings coming back in menopausal surge like ways in humiliating cold hearted public retail aisles was something "real" and thus felt good and true and meaningful in meaningless soulless ohio parkinglot culture ways... But I remember when Easton was a vast rolling woods that should have been preserved as such - Ohio doesn't need another shopping experience.
I am NOT ashamed and am proud to be so out of touch with pop culture - that I somehow missed the rise and fall of Peter, Paul and Mary I mean Peter, Bjorn and John - the newest Abba since Erasure for sure. The lyrics are ideal for whistling thru effoxor withdraw and are thus an unintentional divine Allah Almighty God send. I wish these surges of feelings were real but it does make observing autumn from Morteville/Mifflinville/Ghettoville/Gangsterville feel like a LSD trippy fun ride like the rotor from Cedar Point back in the day....
...I wish you were here - i wish i were here... Where Queen Carlotta still is on her fat assed throne presiding over Morteville/Mifflinville for ever more...
...didn't watch the Obama show but stood in line for nearly three hours at Vets with a crowd of Obama voters - if there were McCainiacs then they were keeping shut about it. If Obama doesn't win then Diebolt Inc should be executed along with the Bush Familia and administrations I and II and Bill Crystal for being a smug bastard out of privilege totally shamelessly out of touch with how the conservations he defends for a living conserve nothing and possibly spread Socialism and Communism in the US more than any post war (II) red scare ever could. I mean the ideas he claims to defend will drive any one trapped in the retail class masses or below to realize standing in line for food and groceries and health care is certainly way more compassion than these miserable Corporate-o-cracy times we have sold our collective human American souls for.
When white Americans wake up to all of this misery that they have been denying - for denial is more than a river in Egypt - they will find to their horror an African American as President to clean up another White mans mess.
...but yeah my pal Ben is pure excstacy pornstar from the nineteen fifties newstand physique magz - if only he had confidence in himself for what he really is. It's more privilege than I deserve when he asks me to punch him harder - harder - like Tyler and Jack from Fight Club. God bless him for giving me back some masculine man2man sense of sexuality and dishonor to be proud of. I wish I could truely give him something meaningful besides a bruise and a need for stitches - but that sort of thing is underrated and way more neccessary than we know or feel comfortable in admitting to ourselves if we can think that far. Ben is the best porn star and more than Ohio deserves. And yes I truely LoVe him and have since I first met him when I first left for Belgium.
and I mean it to the blood in our veins - but wouldn't want to corrupt any pure feeling like that with a relationship. Ben is real and he is sex on wheels and hell on wheels without a car. Ben is something that deserves more than any of us can give him. Ohio should pay him taxes just to keep him here to keep Ohio from becoming all to Midwestern Decadent dull. I am just happy that I met Ben in those years via the North Market which my mom knew well from when she worked at white cross hospital on Goodale Park which became Hell on Earth Riverside Hospital - where I was born - where dad died - and where mom got chemod to death for no good reason when she deserved Morpheine and compassion instead - and someone to just listen to the pain - not use her as a lab rat for suffering for data for pharmaceutical industrialists who no longer even try to fake the art of medicine as a community role. Anyway we the masses like Justice are blind.
I can go on like this into an eternity of myriad intersections and connections of actual non-fiction looking for meaning where there is only this monotony of souls devoid of purpose or reason for existance... lost souls trapped in a dimension where nothing is real, nothing matters (to quote enigmatic leo strauss the icon of the neo-cons - those very neo-cons who missed the Straussian point - distorted it and manipulated it into todays wasteland of rutted out car parks) --- lost souls kept busy by an automotive inane matrix of work and consumption where consumerism is the only thing to occupy oneself in a retail snake pit of a so called life which is nothing more than working poor shoppers without a cause or purpose. Lab rats in a maze - experimented upon and used up and thrown away and forgotten. Suffering mammals of a human variety.anyway... are you reading this billy crystal meth - no I didn't think so - you just wouldn't believe it could be possible from your class privilege useless vantage point.
I'd stop by as your stud/angel but am not inclined to shave my beard anytime soon - especially not in autumn! But those were happy memories - Which probably are specific to places and intersections in time and space - which probably can't be resurrected on any intellectual way of thinking or considering it all but in my experience with Ben any thing and everything can be ressurected and only gets better with age like good wine and bad misunderstandings.
Ben the happy hustler you desire - he just doesn't have the courage to let go - which first requires a cocktail and a coupla pills neither of which he can seem to get squared away without getting it from his "clients" prior to showing up at their door like a needy but drop dead gorgeous stray dog - then you would be intrigued as I am by what he becomes. But without his pills he isn't your fantasy. Pills; a word he says with a minimum of two syllables and always very plural. It's all consentual anyway and in my experience genuine. life is fucked up that way...
Essentially American Spirit Capitalism unlike what's on the menu down at Whirlpool...Ben likes vicodin before sportsex - i like it after. To each his own and it's nobodies business or rather should not be but someone is capitalising on it for no good. but we are all pathetic and vulnerable in our own way and also unimaginable heros while we are alive - if only someone would tell us.
Halloween always makes me cry - beyond belief but I wouldn't change that and it is still despite its annual occurance with my own personal histories with this season - I much to my surprise still look forward to and love autumn. Autumn is the season of death and beauty and rememberence and curses - very real and harsh curses for those willing to see their own annual death. Pathetic for those unwilling or unable to read their own mortality on the walls around them.
all souls and all saints and all just bonfires of the dead...
come, come, come nuclear bomb to quote Morrissey.
happy Halloween - this is a testament of love and infatuation for you Guy Fawkes we need you in Washington, D.C. now more than ever. Come Obama come, paint that white house pink and all the other colors of this Democratic rainbow trapped by the consequences of unrestrained Beasts of Incorporated corporal Capitalisms from cranky pink elbow'd types.
It takes time for a citizenry to fullfill their responsibilities for a Democracy to play out and the Capitalists from Exxon and Mobil and the Rockefellers and those who worse aspire to be all that. It takes time. Long summers free from excessive work, long holidays with time to spare to devote to the free thinking that Democracy requires. None of which the Americans have ever had so our Democracy is a sham - a lie and a facade - and the Democrats are just slightly left of the Republicans - America - having only two far right winged government options to choose - will it be McDonalds or Burger King? Pepsi or Coke? Regular or Unleaded? one zero one - binary figures of death and the number of the Beast.
and to think if you believe in a higher power you are going to have to answer to him/her for the blood of negligence on your hands. Thank you Osama for the Geminoid reminder you got blamed and seemingly already forgotten for.
I've been using in leaf form Valerian, Sint Jans Worteltjes, Damiana, menthe du poivre (for flavoring), Kava Kava (used cold not hot or warm best with canned Coconut milk and fennel) - and I forget what else - I swear this stuff works!!! Kava Kava rocks! Better than can-o-bliss if you ask me. The PayGunz at the co-op took quite an interest in my purchasing such leafy cocochtions given our proximity to Halloween I suppose. Or were they wykyd Wiccanz i can never remember or care. I told them I was in withdrawal from disreputable pharmaceutical companies - that rather shut them up in their curiosities i must say. What were they thinking - Xanax, Valium, mainlining Dilotten with a few IV drips in a Matrix style catheter plug in my forearm? while hypocritically salivating at the thought? anyway.
Herbed up on my medicaments at my friend Davids house, flopped on a big sofa with Rusty the black Churchillian dog of mine and with thegas ceramic log fire switched on - in front of the biggest newest flat screen Ive ever seen i-we watched all six episodes of Neil Gaimans Neverworld - which i kept wanting to rename Neveryworld for no apparant reason. I made us all the Kava Kava Konkocksion (which is not an intentional Aryan sublimation) and they all swore by it - the herbal effexor effects as an antidote - and asked for more. Neverworld is a - what did you kall it skunkpunk (techo mixed with antiquities) film about London and the post Thatcher-Reagan-Bush vagrancy question/consequence of politics based on greed and cold heartedness - the consequences of which can be seen throughout the so called secular imperialist West - giving meaning to the structures of Islam being the Last book in the story of the Prophets for humanity (a real mercy if you bother read) nothing more than the closing book on this planets human story which we not Islam is engineering by our very selves by living out of balance and in disregard to every indigenious peoples ominious warning finally ringing true.
But I digress - Neverworld being a sort of urban folk tale remedy to help people assimilate i guess to the human beings trapped in vagrant lifestyles and the psychic effect vagrant consequences have on those who aren't. Its a great story I must say. Perfect for herbal halloween remedies. It's the kind of TV mini-series that makes you want to give out a dollar to every persons person flopped out on cold damp pavements for home comforts. Which given all my encounters in the upper world stepping over the under world that I've learned to curse Reagan - Thatcher - Bush I & II for and not the human condition of wrecked lives underfoot who are in the way as it were.
Of course the British Brainwashing Corporations aka BBC is not to be trusted with news of the world or day much less it's construct of history of lies and propagation as such - either at the begining or at the end of the day as they say but this is the sort of low budget gem that flies on the fact that the story is flawless and very neccessary - it should be required for all High School (and Community College) students and their edjewcators.
I must say i dont ever recall a Halloween in central Ohio with leaves on the tree - much less half of which are still green! i remember Halloween being the first realization of denuded trees and leaves underfoot in colossal quantity for the first time of the season. Last night after movie time back at home i was in the backyard dealing with Rusty and Tonkas perPETual dog and cat fighting and noticed the best light pollution free sky in ages - and happened to see a meteor shoot across the sky as if coming directly from Orions belt (groin). So I took it as a good Omen.
...of course I am still insane at the moment (as if it will pass - ha!) but surrounded by friends (24-7 David and Ronald) who put up with these demonic withdrawls and who keep proving their friendship with every satanic channelling experience i dish out at odd moments in evil soap opera moments. And from my luck of having a good little witch next door for a now sadly faraway neighbor.
There is this strange song titled young heros by Peter Bjorn and John (whatch the graphic novel music clip on youtubies) - its a song from a few years ago but the bluegrass version with a fiddle replacing the whistling parts (think Mayberry, Andy) and switching gender roles in the lyrics... Peter, Bjorn and John - (?) perhaps the newest manifestion of Abba? Yes I am repeating myself - this is the effects of Effexor who deserve a class action lawsuit.
anyway the whistling jingle part is actually quite annoying but that little bit of manic music has been in my head for this whole effexor trip home and at the worst moments it was something to cling to - whistling - like how people in doomed flights tend to whistle while they wait or so i have heard from reports from those mythical black boxes.... or maybe it was just the wind whipping thru the cabin and fuselage of human tobacco waiting in those eternally long seconds before igniting in their seats. On the doomed flight one such good witch next door was on at LAX on the runway there were people fried with their hands clasping their seatbelts - presumably to jump out of their seats but the fire spread that fast. The odd thing was she died from smoke inhalation and no visible bodily harm - found going as always against the grain - of human passenger exodus in efforts to help people off the plane. The football athlete who survived said he only did so by pushing the heads of people down and crawling over them. Happy Halloween.
...if you get trick or treaters answer them when they ask "trick or treat?" - with another question "Palin or Obama?" - then dish out rocks or candy appropriate to their parents pre-programmed Stepfordville answers.... you could i suppose substitute rock candy for rocks and tell them its crack and to go ask their parents about that. I miss the real Halloween trix-N-treatz which were way before my time and way more sinister and white pillow topped than todays children fare which is basically parental nostalgia enforced on children with too much sugar to begin with coursing through their Jello brand gelatin fresh veins....
...do like i do when I don't understand the costume and say that is this years best Jean Genet Ramses costume i have seen so far tonight! and watch with restrained glee as their parents shoo their children away in shock and horror from the misunderstood best witch next door anyone could have!
I miss you but remember tonight is the 32 year anniversary of the begining of a personal familial unfolding drama. I was the last person to see those kids having been the child babysitter at the time who took them hand in hand - trick or treating somewhere deep in wooded sub urban Worthington before putting them and myself to bed.
When I phoned ORW in Marysville to complain that I can't get a call to get a visit in before new years because of the waiting list and the prison bureacracy rife with excuses - i said "listen - i'm not new at this - my sister has been out there incarcerated longer than you now for thirty some years" - then i get answers - mind you not solutions - or reservations in for an actual visit but clues to "Call late - in the middle of the night..." is what i hear with a gentlized voice dripping with shame. She should have been paroled 27 years ago (from a secure mental care clinic at that) and those people out there know it because they know she is a cash cow for state money to keep them employed.
Nevermore, Nevermore... Mathieu
I've been on the phone getting disappointed by cheesy Whirlpool reps of a used car lot lizard character of a civil servant disfunctionaire bleedy Mary over the two faulty appliances I bought... me going way beyond the call of duty on Whirlpools behalf to try to get them to take responsibility for their business, products and services - which they then like a beast of Belgian bureaucracy throw back on the sales company I bought the kitchen AIDS of a Whirlpool brand from (the very retailer who incidently tell me the problem is Whirlpools - and neither end of this shameful equation know I have expert experience with this sort of bureacratic misery bullshit from my time in a belgian purgatory of bureacracy! talk about a rock and hard place - my ass!)
so both the retailer and Whirlpool then blame me directly for being a naive consumer. Capitalism here for me post Belgium is shocking in how brazenly unsympathetic it has become - at least during the Clinton years business tried to put on a fake "customer is king" (or Klant is Koning as they say in Flanders) sort of pretense and if you were insistant would actually get you what you wanted to pay for - which in my case is a moot point since I comitted the naivity of paying for what should be a recalled item - assuming someone would do their job. Whirlpool and Appliance Smart are saying if you were stupid enough to buy their product then it's your own fault. Amazing actually - Me going about all this sort of detached and amused by this. I did naively buy Whirlpool products (scratch and dent) From that Satanic retailer (no not Lowes or Home De POT) but some do nothing sort of cheap virtueless sort of retailer called here Applaince Smart "Factory" Outlet - Appliance Stupid if you ask me a consumerist citizens report alert! avoid Whirlpool products from retailers like Appliance Smart! Be yea weary fellow consumer like avoid it like the plague of Europa's dark years...
...Because dear old RIP Veteran dad once was an electrical engineer who designed Whirlpool controls in his part of the post WWII domesticated military industrial complex via a local company that moved to the sticks called Ranco - where he worked his life away - which used to be located just south of Batelle Memorial Institute - where mom RIP once worked... once upon a time - this all seems like lame fiction now - except these were their lives - and had they not met at that fateful intersection of Avenues King and Neil perhpas I would not be. Which is where I seemingly fatefully met a stray Flemish sort of Belgian -- and if nothing else had a good round of love and compassion for too many years; along with the privilege to live abroad. The consequence of all that is now I am better equipped to understand this miserable land to my advantage. Not that I care.
But I miss the King Avenue Coffeehouse.
...can i just continue to abuse you dear reader unaware and write out some withdrawing from Effexor those pills from Satan herself frustrations on you...
plus i just want to suddenly - celebrate autumn and finally cry about things I haven't been able to on mood stabilizers... (for years now) ie Moms death, My Great C.S. Lewis Divorce and Dads death... etc.
I remember the day of the dead or dias de los muertos and, and, and
I got the balls to finally quit my job - did I tell you!? I couldn't take my L-word bossettes no mores who despite all my slacker and self absorbed appearances I never-the-less-always-the-more have extreme respect and gratitude for but my life and personal mythology show must go on in some other uncharted healthcareless direction with a fatal pre-existing condition. So now I shall InshAllah finish the house until Xmas and who knows... I gotta go baby sit my needy cat Tonka.
...before I go what do you know about Chrissy Hynds restaurant in Akron called something Subterreanean or Mediteranean or Terrarium oh yeh Vegeteranium - me thinks - tho I'm no sure about that. That place of Chrissy's should have been more appropriately called Hyndes is you ask me given the size of American behinds - well anyway it is supposed to open a loaction in C-town and NYC? Ms Hyndes Pretenders back to Ohio lyrics are sublime but disconcerting when you hear them in a song at say Home Depot. Her lyrics have wether I liked them or not been all to telling of my home and origin and like her I had the privilege to live elsewhere but still this place like some miserable rats glue trap pulls one back I say. Glad to see it's had the same effect of such a anti-celeb-type-celeb...
So I was telling you that I heard that Back To Ohio song like i did the other day at Home Depot and in that godawful mall place called Easton that I call Tel-Aviv. Easton like Tel-Aviv being a carnage to set upon an unwilling land by greedy manipulative types with no care for anything but their own profits.... meanwhile I've been chanting the song by peter bjorn and john (the new abba?) called - young folks - an "old" pop songs which I heard for the first time at Lowes Home de Pot which nearly had me on the floor crying... The lyrics - not the unexpected transcendental moment of feeling over their lyrics... the feeling of feelings coming back in menopausal surge like ways in humiliating cold hearted public retail aisles was something "real" and thus felt good and true and meaningful in meaningless soulless ohio parkinglot culture ways... But I remember when Easton was a vast rolling woods that should have been preserved as such - Ohio doesn't need another shopping experience.
I am NOT ashamed and am proud to be so out of touch with pop culture - that I somehow missed the rise and fall of Peter, Paul and Mary I mean Peter, Bjorn and John - the newest Abba since Erasure for sure. The lyrics are ideal for whistling thru effoxor withdraw and are thus an unintentional divine Allah Almighty God send. I wish these surges of feelings were real but it does make observing autumn from Morteville/Mifflinville/Ghettoville/Gangsterville feel like a LSD trippy fun ride like the rotor from Cedar Point back in the day....
...I wish you were here - i wish i were here... Where Queen Carlotta still is on her fat assed throne presiding over Morteville/Mifflinville for ever more...
...didn't watch the Obama show but stood in line for nearly three hours at Vets with a crowd of Obama voters - if there were McCainiacs then they were keeping shut about it. If Obama doesn't win then Diebolt Inc should be executed along with the Bush Familia and administrations I and II and Bill Crystal for being a smug bastard out of privilege totally shamelessly out of touch with how the conservations he defends for a living conserve nothing and possibly spread Socialism and Communism in the US more than any post war (II) red scare ever could. I mean the ideas he claims to defend will drive any one trapped in the retail class masses or below to realize standing in line for food and groceries and health care is certainly way more compassion than these miserable Corporate-o-cracy times we have sold our collective human American souls for.
When white Americans wake up to all of this misery that they have been denying - for denial is more than a river in Egypt - they will find to their horror an African American as President to clean up another White mans mess.
...but yeah my pal Ben is pure excstacy pornstar from the nineteen fifties newstand physique magz - if only he had confidence in himself for what he really is. It's more privilege than I deserve when he asks me to punch him harder - harder - like Tyler and Jack from Fight Club. God bless him for giving me back some masculine man2man sense of sexuality and dishonor to be proud of. I wish I could truely give him something meaningful besides a bruise and a need for stitches - but that sort of thing is underrated and way more neccessary than we know or feel comfortable in admitting to ourselves if we can think that far. Ben is the best porn star and more than Ohio deserves. And yes I truely LoVe him and have since I first met him when I first left for Belgium.
and I mean it to the blood in our veins - but wouldn't want to corrupt any pure feeling like that with a relationship. Ben is real and he is sex on wheels and hell on wheels without a car. Ben is something that deserves more than any of us can give him. Ohio should pay him taxes just to keep him here to keep Ohio from becoming all to Midwestern Decadent dull. I am just happy that I met Ben in those years via the North Market which my mom knew well from when she worked at white cross hospital on Goodale Park which became Hell on Earth Riverside Hospital - where I was born - where dad died - and where mom got chemod to death for no good reason when she deserved Morpheine and compassion instead - and someone to just listen to the pain - not use her as a lab rat for suffering for data for pharmaceutical industrialists who no longer even try to fake the art of medicine as a community role. Anyway we the masses like Justice are blind.
I can go on like this into an eternity of myriad intersections and connections of actual non-fiction looking for meaning where there is only this monotony of souls devoid of purpose or reason for existance... lost souls trapped in a dimension where nothing is real, nothing matters (to quote enigmatic leo strauss the icon of the neo-cons - those very neo-cons who missed the Straussian point - distorted it and manipulated it into todays wasteland of rutted out car parks) --- lost souls kept busy by an automotive inane matrix of work and consumption where consumerism is the only thing to occupy oneself in a retail snake pit of a so called life which is nothing more than working poor shoppers without a cause or purpose. Lab rats in a maze - experimented upon and used up and thrown away and forgotten. Suffering mammals of a human variety.anyway... are you reading this billy crystal meth - no I didn't think so - you just wouldn't believe it could be possible from your class privilege useless vantage point.
I'd stop by as your stud/angel but am not inclined to shave my beard anytime soon - especially not in autumn! But those were happy memories - Which probably are specific to places and intersections in time and space - which probably can't be resurrected on any intellectual way of thinking or considering it all but in my experience with Ben any thing and everything can be ressurected and only gets better with age like good wine and bad misunderstandings.
Ben the happy hustler you desire - he just doesn't have the courage to let go - which first requires a cocktail and a coupla pills neither of which he can seem to get squared away without getting it from his "clients" prior to showing up at their door like a needy but drop dead gorgeous stray dog - then you would be intrigued as I am by what he becomes. But without his pills he isn't your fantasy. Pills; a word he says with a minimum of two syllables and always very plural. It's all consentual anyway and in my experience genuine. life is fucked up that way...
Essentially American Spirit Capitalism unlike what's on the menu down at Whirlpool...Ben likes vicodin before sportsex - i like it after. To each his own and it's nobodies business or rather should not be but someone is capitalising on it for no good. but we are all pathetic and vulnerable in our own way and also unimaginable heros while we are alive - if only someone would tell us.
Halloween always makes me cry - beyond belief but I wouldn't change that and it is still despite its annual occurance with my own personal histories with this season - I much to my surprise still look forward to and love autumn. Autumn is the season of death and beauty and rememberence and curses - very real and harsh curses for those willing to see their own annual death. Pathetic for those unwilling or unable to read their own mortality on the walls around them.
all souls and all saints and all just bonfires of the dead...
come, come, come nuclear bomb to quote Morrissey.
happy Halloween - this is a testament of love and infatuation for you Guy Fawkes we need you in Washington, D.C. now more than ever. Come Obama come, paint that white house pink and all the other colors of this Democratic rainbow trapped by the consequences of unrestrained Beasts of Incorporated corporal Capitalisms from cranky pink elbow'd types.
It takes time for a citizenry to fullfill their responsibilities for a Democracy to play out and the Capitalists from Exxon and Mobil and the Rockefellers and those who worse aspire to be all that. It takes time. Long summers free from excessive work, long holidays with time to spare to devote to the free thinking that Democracy requires. None of which the Americans have ever had so our Democracy is a sham - a lie and a facade - and the Democrats are just slightly left of the Republicans - America - having only two far right winged government options to choose - will it be McDonalds or Burger King? Pepsi or Coke? Regular or Unleaded? one zero one - binary figures of death and the number of the Beast.
and to think if you believe in a higher power you are going to have to answer to him/her for the blood of negligence on your hands. Thank you Osama for the Geminoid reminder you got blamed and seemingly already forgotten for.
I've been using in leaf form Valerian, Sint Jans Worteltjes, Damiana, menthe du poivre (for flavoring), Kava Kava (used cold not hot or warm best with canned Coconut milk and fennel) - and I forget what else - I swear this stuff works!!! Kava Kava rocks! Better than can-o-bliss if you ask me. The PayGunz at the co-op took quite an interest in my purchasing such leafy cocochtions given our proximity to Halloween I suppose. Or were they wykyd Wiccanz i can never remember or care. I told them I was in withdrawal from disreputable pharmaceutical companies - that rather shut them up in their curiosities i must say. What were they thinking - Xanax, Valium, mainlining Dilotten with a few IV drips in a Matrix style catheter plug in my forearm? while hypocritically salivating at the thought? anyway.
Herbed up on my medicaments at my friend Davids house, flopped on a big sofa with Rusty the black Churchillian dog of mine and with thegas ceramic log fire switched on - in front of the biggest newest flat screen Ive ever seen i-we watched all six episodes of Neil Gaimans Neverworld - which i kept wanting to rename Neveryworld for no apparant reason. I made us all the Kava Kava Konkocksion (which is not an intentional Aryan sublimation) and they all swore by it - the herbal effexor effects as an antidote - and asked for more. Neverworld is a - what did you kall it skunkpunk (techo mixed with antiquities) film about London and the post Thatcher-Reagan-Bush vagrancy question/consequence of politics based on greed and cold heartedness - the consequences of which can be seen throughout the so called secular imperialist West - giving meaning to the structures of Islam being the Last book in the story of the Prophets for humanity (a real mercy if you bother read) nothing more than the closing book on this planets human story which we not Islam is engineering by our very selves by living out of balance and in disregard to every indigenious peoples ominious warning finally ringing true.
But I digress - Neverworld being a sort of urban folk tale remedy to help people assimilate i guess to the human beings trapped in vagrant lifestyles and the psychic effect vagrant consequences have on those who aren't. Its a great story I must say. Perfect for herbal halloween remedies. It's the kind of TV mini-series that makes you want to give out a dollar to every persons person flopped out on cold damp pavements for home comforts. Which given all my encounters in the upper world stepping over the under world that I've learned to curse Reagan - Thatcher - Bush I & II for and not the human condition of wrecked lives underfoot who are in the way as it were.
Of course the British Brainwashing Corporations aka BBC is not to be trusted with news of the world or day much less it's construct of history of lies and propagation as such - either at the begining or at the end of the day as they say but this is the sort of low budget gem that flies on the fact that the story is flawless and very neccessary - it should be required for all High School (and Community College) students and their edjewcators.
I must say i dont ever recall a Halloween in central Ohio with leaves on the tree - much less half of which are still green! i remember Halloween being the first realization of denuded trees and leaves underfoot in colossal quantity for the first time of the season. Last night after movie time back at home i was in the backyard dealing with Rusty and Tonkas perPETual dog and cat fighting and noticed the best light pollution free sky in ages - and happened to see a meteor shoot across the sky as if coming directly from Orions belt (groin). So I took it as a good Omen.
...of course I am still insane at the moment (as if it will pass - ha!) but surrounded by friends (24-7 David and Ronald) who put up with these demonic withdrawls and who keep proving their friendship with every satanic channelling experience i dish out at odd moments in evil soap opera moments. And from my luck of having a good little witch next door for a now sadly faraway neighbor.
There is this strange song titled young heros by Peter Bjorn and John (whatch the graphic novel music clip on youtubies) - its a song from a few years ago but the bluegrass version with a fiddle replacing the whistling parts (think Mayberry, Andy) and switching gender roles in the lyrics... Peter, Bjorn and John - (?) perhaps the newest manifestion of Abba? Yes I am repeating myself - this is the effects of Effexor who deserve a class action lawsuit.
anyway the whistling jingle part is actually quite annoying but that little bit of manic music has been in my head for this whole effexor trip home and at the worst moments it was something to cling to - whistling - like how people in doomed flights tend to whistle while they wait or so i have heard from reports from those mythical black boxes.... or maybe it was just the wind whipping thru the cabin and fuselage of human tobacco waiting in those eternally long seconds before igniting in their seats. On the doomed flight one such good witch next door was on at LAX on the runway there were people fried with their hands clasping their seatbelts - presumably to jump out of their seats but the fire spread that fast. The odd thing was she died from smoke inhalation and no visible bodily harm - found going as always against the grain - of human passenger exodus in efforts to help people off the plane. The football athlete who survived said he only did so by pushing the heads of people down and crawling over them. Happy Halloween.
...if you get trick or treaters answer them when they ask "trick or treat?" - with another question "Palin or Obama?" - then dish out rocks or candy appropriate to their parents pre-programmed Stepfordville answers.... you could i suppose substitute rock candy for rocks and tell them its crack and to go ask their parents about that. I miss the real Halloween trix-N-treatz which were way before my time and way more sinister and white pillow topped than todays children fare which is basically parental nostalgia enforced on children with too much sugar to begin with coursing through their Jello brand gelatin fresh veins....
...do like i do when I don't understand the costume and say that is this years best Jean Genet Ramses costume i have seen so far tonight! and watch with restrained glee as their parents shoo their children away in shock and horror from the misunderstood best witch next door anyone could have!
I miss you but remember tonight is the 32 year anniversary of the begining of a personal familial unfolding drama. I was the last person to see those kids having been the child babysitter at the time who took them hand in hand - trick or treating somewhere deep in wooded sub urban Worthington before putting them and myself to bed.
When I phoned ORW in Marysville to complain that I can't get a call to get a visit in before new years because of the waiting list and the prison bureacracy rife with excuses - i said "listen - i'm not new at this - my sister has been out there incarcerated longer than you now for thirty some years" - then i get answers - mind you not solutions - or reservations in for an actual visit but clues to "Call late - in the middle of the night..." is what i hear with a gentlized voice dripping with shame. She should have been paroled 27 years ago (from a secure mental care clinic at that) and those people out there know it because they know she is a cash cow for state money to keep them employed.
Nevermore, Nevermore... Mathieu
Thursday, September 11, 2008
All the Sons of Abraham Under One Crescent Moon
There are Christians calling me Muslim in not so polite ways - which ain't very Christian if you ask me, except no one is.
There are Muslims calling me Christian with an intention not to be polite which isn't exactly Islamic from what I have read.
I've got Jews calling me Nazi which I call flattery - and I'm equally flattered by all the Arab-Americans calling me Jew.
I just want to know who the fuck are you for needing all these labels for your lapel pin way of thinking.
At least the faggots are consistant in their accusations - according to them all I was and alway will be a ho'mo'seks'y'all.
My favorite are the Americans who say I ain't American because of how I think yet with all the freedom of thought I employ I'd say I was more American than most will bother to get.
I know rural folks who consider me city.
And there are Metrosexuals who consider me Appalachian.
I don't subscribe to being Liberal or Conservative because I see a vast colorful spectrum between binary numbers like Zero and One. Love, Hate.
Judge not lest ye be judged.
I do subscribe to the National Geographic for their photos and their maps but not to their way thinking and writing.
I consider myself a proud Mulatto - American - African American - white albeit pink elbowed Appalachian former WASP
but I don't care to be white right now.
If you don't like how I think then why are you here. At least you have a choice. I have to live with and co-exist peacefully with these thoughts inside my head.
I chronical them - my criminal out law thoughts - I don't advocate these dark clouds of thoughts passing through my ears. I chart them like a stream of James Joyce interior consciousness... And I've learned to give myself permission to think in forbidden ways. I can think anything, say anything, write and self publish anything.
I know the Golden Rule - do unto others as you would have them Jew unto Yew. ahem I mean do unto you...
You can do anything, think anything - pretend like Donald Trump to be anything - so long as it doesn't hurt the person or property of another.
And don't forget Bessie Smiths The Empress of the Blues Golden Rule first bluesy ammendment...
"it ain't nobodies business if you do"
So I am a free man. Bearded too. Coppery saffron colored whiskers extending down beyond my chin in Talibanned chic. Now that the Wests masculinity in crisis has a gentle Osama Bin Hidin as as a long over due handsome role model....
Man that I am.
Seven years on and I learned to thank Bin Hidin.
Way back in the nineteen nineties I remember an Architecture Professor at the OSU school for that giving a lecture on Urban landscapes and how ideal the NYC skyline was if it weren't for those out of all balance and proportion and style Rockefeller Brothers phallic Twin Towers downtown. Well I agreed then as much as I agree now. The idea back then in class was that the Manhattan skyline without those Geminoid towers was an architectural equivalent to a man made mountain in nature - with the Empire State Building and its tower top as the Urban Everest. It sure is nice seeing things at this time this way. Better than getting battered in a Battery Park construct. Who sits alone in a park named Battery after dark I wonder.
Well those towers sure did come down rather precisely for an "attack". But we aren't allowed to discuss that. Blowback. Inside Job. Read up on other countries "intelligence" was for this day seven years ago...
Record Oil company profits coinciding with record high gas prices today. Every media news item about a Hurricane is more worried about off shore oil wells... moreso than the life onshore. I like watching all those storms getting hurled from Africa to the catchers mitt of the Gulf of Mexico to get spun around and around and shot up to the Ohio River valley as they peeter out of power absorbed once again by Appalachia in erosion to end up back down in the Mississippi Delta at the Gulf of Mexico just west of the Redneck Riviera. I don't want to be on some poor mans vacation at the seaside having to look at the rich mans oil wells pumping up we the peoples for them...
Arab Christians and Coptic Christians call God in Arabic Allah Almighty.
How much longer until one twenty o-nine? Do you know the meaning to this rhyme?
What color would Obama paint the white house? White is as tired as the pink elbowed men who represent the AIPAC - oh hot and sexy Mossad agent come kill me annonymously for thinking and writing - it's not like you care but the Ottoman empire took care of Palestine better than Israel ever could or would even for the Jews and the Christians and much more profitably too - and with much more pleasing results socially, architecturally and linguistically.
Zionism is the problem and until that militaristic idea begins to wane and tear itself down and reconstruct itself inline with the real world of modernity and not to a sentimental early twentieth century notion then we really can't admit World War II ever really finished.
Who the fuck are you? Muslim Christian Jew ?secular or devout? We're all sons of Abraham tredging through an abandoned parking lot wandering to the next retail store. Leave the Christians in peace in the old towns and villages in Palestine where Christ came from - leave the Muslims in peace in Palestine where they come from. Israel is probably the inter-galactic name that the planet we call Earth is called. I can time travel in my mind fueled along by the creative drives of my psychic network. Can you?
There are Muslims calling me Christian with an intention not to be polite which isn't exactly Islamic from what I have read.
I've got Jews calling me Nazi which I call flattery - and I'm equally flattered by all the Arab-Americans calling me Jew.
I just want to know who the fuck are you for needing all these labels for your lapel pin way of thinking.
At least the faggots are consistant in their accusations - according to them all I was and alway will be a ho'mo'seks'y'all.
My favorite are the Americans who say I ain't American because of how I think yet with all the freedom of thought I employ I'd say I was more American than most will bother to get.
I know rural folks who consider me city.
And there are Metrosexuals who consider me Appalachian.
I don't subscribe to being Liberal or Conservative because I see a vast colorful spectrum between binary numbers like Zero and One. Love, Hate.
Judge not lest ye be judged.
I do subscribe to the National Geographic for their photos and their maps but not to their way thinking and writing.
I consider myself a proud Mulatto - American - African American - white albeit pink elbowed Appalachian former WASP
but I don't care to be white right now.
If you don't like how I think then why are you here. At least you have a choice. I have to live with and co-exist peacefully with these thoughts inside my head.
I chronical them - my criminal out law thoughts - I don't advocate these dark clouds of thoughts passing through my ears. I chart them like a stream of James Joyce interior consciousness... And I've learned to give myself permission to think in forbidden ways. I can think anything, say anything, write and self publish anything.
I know the Golden Rule - do unto others as you would have them Jew unto Yew. ahem I mean do unto you...
You can do anything, think anything - pretend like Donald Trump to be anything - so long as it doesn't hurt the person or property of another.
And don't forget Bessie Smiths The Empress of the Blues Golden Rule first bluesy ammendment...
"it ain't nobodies business if you do"
So I am a free man. Bearded too. Coppery saffron colored whiskers extending down beyond my chin in Talibanned chic. Now that the Wests masculinity in crisis has a gentle Osama Bin Hidin as as a long over due handsome role model....
Man that I am.
Seven years on and I learned to thank Bin Hidin.
Way back in the nineteen nineties I remember an Architecture Professor at the OSU school for that giving a lecture on Urban landscapes and how ideal the NYC skyline was if it weren't for those out of all balance and proportion and style Rockefeller Brothers phallic Twin Towers downtown. Well I agreed then as much as I agree now. The idea back then in class was that the Manhattan skyline without those Geminoid towers was an architectural equivalent to a man made mountain in nature - with the Empire State Building and its tower top as the Urban Everest. It sure is nice seeing things at this time this way. Better than getting battered in a Battery Park construct. Who sits alone in a park named Battery after dark I wonder.
Well those towers sure did come down rather precisely for an "attack". But we aren't allowed to discuss that. Blowback. Inside Job. Read up on other countries "intelligence" was for this day seven years ago...
Record Oil company profits coinciding with record high gas prices today. Every media news item about a Hurricane is more worried about off shore oil wells... moreso than the life onshore. I like watching all those storms getting hurled from Africa to the catchers mitt of the Gulf of Mexico to get spun around and around and shot up to the Ohio River valley as they peeter out of power absorbed once again by Appalachia in erosion to end up back down in the Mississippi Delta at the Gulf of Mexico just west of the Redneck Riviera. I don't want to be on some poor mans vacation at the seaside having to look at the rich mans oil wells pumping up we the peoples for them...
Arab Christians and Coptic Christians call God in Arabic Allah Almighty.
How much longer until one twenty o-nine? Do you know the meaning to this rhyme?
What color would Obama paint the white house? White is as tired as the pink elbowed men who represent the AIPAC - oh hot and sexy Mossad agent come kill me annonymously for thinking and writing - it's not like you care but the Ottoman empire took care of Palestine better than Israel ever could or would even for the Jews and the Christians and much more profitably too - and with much more pleasing results socially, architecturally and linguistically.
Zionism is the problem and until that militaristic idea begins to wane and tear itself down and reconstruct itself inline with the real world of modernity and not to a sentimental early twentieth century notion then we really can't admit World War II ever really finished.
Who the fuck are you? Muslim Christian Jew ?secular or devout? We're all sons of Abraham tredging through an abandoned parking lot wandering to the next retail store. Leave the Christians in peace in the old towns and villages in Palestine where Christ came from - leave the Muslims in peace in Palestine where they come from. Israel is probably the inter-galactic name that the planet we call Earth is called. I can time travel in my mind fueled along by the creative drives of my psychic network. Can you?
Monday, September 1, 2008
Ramadan 1, 1429 From down the road by lil' Mogadishu
Just a few snaps from around moi maison bleu taken from down the road to lil'Mogadishu. Trying to put in a fence (even though I don't believe in fences) and attend the ISNA Conference - the Suq there has been a really bizare Bazaar of sorts. Really enjoyed making friends and reading all the books on offer. Bought a groovy Tshirt from the way cool Hijabguy. Met the fellows who runs Shukr who travelled all the way from Amman Jordan - and who had the best looking professional booth displays - Fellow red beard conspirators. In short a pretty good "Labor" day weekend with beautiful blue skies. An unusual start to Ramadan 1, 1429 - strange modernity these times are... none-the-less I'm bloggin' away trying to make sense of it all. Figure out what to do with all the scattered fragments of my life to reassemble like some cosmic puzzle. Work, house, rennovations, belongings abroad, life alone with a dog and a sometimes cat, a kick ass garden of opportunity in my own backyard - literally and figuratively. Picked up a Satellite system to avoid monthly cable fees and now have television from around the world which beats to shame anything on offer by Time/Warner. The Tonka Cat follows me around like a puppy. The dog goes bizerk - the birds, crickets, locust or catiedids(SP?) make a nightly cacophony that I enjoy the peace of from my bedroom window. In short life can be when caught unaware a real delight in simple things - like observing the blooms within a bloom on the wildflowers growing in the garden. The clear sky seems to suggest all the clouds went to the Gustav convention down along the Gulf of Mexico... It sure does seem like Allah Almighty God is finally showing His disapproval on the Republicans - upstaging those cold hearted Grand Old Party thieves - how do they rationalize their blatant quasi-religiosity slash Corporate-o-cracy sympathies for Big Oil and even bigger spending for corporate welfare - contradicting the aims of their own party and their own religion - How do you take a stand publically on such a platform of greed and dare to bring God or Morality into it - it seems like nothing much has changed since Plato wrote the Cave analogy from his ancient tome - the Republic book 7 which no-one in politics in the two American right-winged parties has bothered to read much less study and understand. I'm voting for Obama but can't figure out why Hilary wasn't the chosen V(I)P - not that I am a fan tho. My Ghettoville neighbors so far seem disinclined to bother voting claiming fatigue from being over worked... I said, well, November is quite a few weeks away so how could you already decide that you won't be going to polls for either candidate? To my neighbors here Obama might as well "the Man", another white man. Either way US elections are always about choosing the lesser of two evils... - although how can a nation of 50 states only have two choices... Zero and 1 like a basic binary system - I wonder who the AIPAC and Exxon types will allow the keys to the White House to go to this time around - I will vote - but I am not naive even for one minute to believe votes get counted and that if they do that they aren't manipulated legally (electorial colleges) or illegally (as in Floridian paper and electronic ballotry)... Call me cynical but I intend InshAllah to go pull levers or press buttons in a one arm bandit - Las Vegas styled election process - will it be three lemons for McCain and MsAbel or three cherries for Obama and Biden. 1/20/09 is a date regardless that I am looking forward to but I'm not optimistic. I still think the Bush II Regime should be put on Trial in the states or in Den Haag/The Hague for crimes against humanity and not allowed to go down in any white washed lie of a corporate-o-cracy history. If Americans only cared to know what they choose not to see - but that takes us back to the Caveman analogy of a Platonic nature... Not to be confused with the caves of Bora Bora...
I'm begining to believe that life under the Taliban - excruciating as it may be - is at least in a totally f*cked up way, way more honest than this corporate-o-cracy Exxon McWal-Mess we call governance and "free" market retail slavery.
I painted the little wooden bungalow I call home at the moment Turqois blue - actually French Riviera Blue from Lowes in some Olympic paint brand I think. I wonder what color Obama will paint the "whites" House if and when someone like him moves in. My dream President would paint the facade - wash it in some vivid hue - and wash away the AIPAC and the Corporate Military Industrial Complex Wal-Marted parking lot burnt out inner city grip on this nation. Stop giving welfare to a wealthy little nuclear missile weilding nation on a rant while abusing humans - Stop paying out corporate dole to corporations devoted more to their CEO's and global markets than the nation that spawned them. I'm tired of seeing working poor without proper healthcare, transportation, housing, or rest and relaxation - tired of the incessant media lies and electronic iron curtain of information that surrounds this once great nation. How can the Democrats much less the Republicans not stand for anything but greed? No wonder Ghettoville doesn't bother to vote even for an Oz like we are off to see the Wizard dream like Obama. If I were African American I'd vote come hell or high water just to piss off all the white elbow types who kept my people under a thumb of ignorance and poverty for 300 years.
When it comes to Truth being Told Obama is a deviation from the idealistic goal of throwing off the AIPAC colonization of the corporate and political structure of this nation from the top down. Not until this is undone will Palestine find liberation also. The fact that most Americans don't even know much less understand this (or care) is why this Vampiric dynamic shows how long we have to go. Obama will ensure this Zion-Matrix doesn't change its clenched fist white knuckled grip on this nation. But never-the-less-always-the-more Obama is a neccessary trip we all need to take and make happen for the next eight years because 300 years of North American history suggest this is long, long, long overdue and at least should have been done already 40 years ago for chrissakes: Palestine will have to wait I am sad to say - really sad to say. Maybe Palestine will liberate the Americans one day - who knows - stranger things could happen. Despite the dark passages ahead I find alot of optimism and color waiting on the fall of the New World Order. If it weren't for the AIPAC the Clintons and Obamas would have been Messiahs for the working poor People and We the People might still have had a middle class and not become another two teered have minority/have-not majority third world nation that we now are.
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