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Thursday, May 26, 2016

The Toilet Laws #3 - Some Sanity Enters the Scenario

Some sanity here from a Hispanic Republican. Good to see. We need more of this. More Hispanics in government and more sanity in Republicans.

I remember sane and dignified Republicans like Howard Baker and Margaret Chase Smith. Before LePage they were sane in Maine. Nice to be reminded that Republicans can be sane and intelligent. And bilingual. This woman is amazing. I can only repeat her sentiments in my second language. La famiglia è tutto

I am not far from the immigrant experience. My Grands emigrated from Italy. My Nonna never spoke English well. Many Americans are like me. We do not respond well to folks who trash immigrants. The KKK burned crosses in Italian neighborhoods when my Father was a toddler.

Art by Favianna Rodriguez. 

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Third Leading Cause of Death and Misery is Medical Mistakes

I am going to share some of Mike Evans writing today about a mutual concern.

I have been putting the task off because it means ferreting around in the feelings I had when I fell in my garden and got badly hurt. I experience ptsd when I go into my garden.

I am still going to grueling physical therapy twice a week. So trauma is still very fresh in my mind. I could not remember where I put whatever crap I wrote about falling and not receiving proper medical treatment. I am still feeling the results of concussion.

As I find stuff, I will add to this essayette. So Mike and you, Cher Reader, can read them. I might have put it under the label Torture. 

So this is what Mike Evans wrote. He spoke to my condition. You can contact Mike Evans directly with any feedback at:

Art by Favianna Rodriguez.

Philadelphia doctors accused of selling $5M in pills (6abc.com)
Editorial page
commentary by @6abcmember:disqus
posted Fri May 13th 2016

Sorry Jim. But the "ugly truth" and far greater crime behind this story is how the DEA's forcing our nation's doctors (thru intimidation and outright threats) to stop writing prescriptions for painkillers of any kind regardless of a patient's health circumstances and genuine medical need for them.

The untold truth is millions of patients every day are being given no alternative but to purchase whatever they can get off the black market or continue suffering in constant chronic pain. Isn't that a wonderful choice for lifelong decent law-abiding citizens to be forced into having to make?

Why don't you do some genuine investigative research and reporting into that unspoken part of this story rather than simply towing the all too familiar self-aggrandizing government line? "Oh, look at the wonderful deed we just accomplished today. Everyone paste a gold star upon our forehead and pat us on the back for a job well done!"

Our nation's DEA has turned into yet another rogue Draconian government agency that's become totally out of control and now biting the very hands which feed it. Please make a sincere effort to report the hidden truth behind this greatest portion of the overall story rather than parrot the latest stream of Orwellian newspeak oozing from the government pipeline.

The black market for painkillers exists solely because a genuine medical need for them exists. The DEA has artificially and intentionally created that situation to justify its own existence and self-perpetuation. Get off the backs of our medical professionals and let them do their jobs!

The DEA is wholly unqualified to make any such medical or judgement calls thus has no business inserting themselves into our lives as if they did. What PhD's do they hold ensuring they're the least bit qualified to make any medical decisions and judgement calls which profoundly affect our daily lives and physical well being? None, nada, zip!

Get in a serious car accident where you break several ribs and are struggling literally every passing second in agonizing pain with each breath you take as your rib cage expands and contracts worsening the already unbearable pain.

We'll see what you think about the need for any serious kick butt painkillers then. I've been thru that very scenario not just once but twice during the past decade so fully understand their purpose and need.

I've also been in a few car accidents and serious winter season falls which injured my spine and neck. Try sitting at your desk in front of a TV camera doing your job at the 6ABC studios under those difficult circumstances.

An Rx grade analgesic becomes absolutely necessary to reduce the pain level just sufficiently enough to make it thru your workday. I've also been thru that scenario well over a dozen times during the past 59 years. You'll be stunned to discover just how dramatically slower clocks run when under such physical duress.

Not many of us are as fortunate nor well off as you benefit and salary wise where we might have the luxury of taking a day or two off under such difficult circumstances. Many can't afford to take even a single day off without being unable to pay our grocery and other monthly bills.

Without the proper level of pain medication (such as Morphine) when medically necessary given severe injury or trauma a patient will quickly go into shock and die before anything can be done to reverse the situation.

Anyone who's ever served on the battlefield has witnessed and knows this cold hard reality. In fact, it's how most everyone will eventually die. The body lapses into a state of shock for one reason or another and completely shuts down organ by organ like a chain of dominoes in very short order.

Respectfully, Mike Adams

Dirty Blues Sunday #2 - Lucille Bogan

I found that Dirty Blues is a music genre all its own just poking around on the net last Sunday. And then I went looking for the music and songs. And I am finding such treasure.

Lucille Bogan 
April 1, 1897 – August 10, 1948

Mrs. Lucille Bogan is an American blues singer, among the first to be recorded. She also recorded under the pseudonym Bessie Jackson. She was born Lucille Anderson in Amory, Mississippi.

The music critic Ernest Borneman said Bogan was one of "the big three of the blues", along with Ma Rainey and Bessie Smith. Reference: Russell, Tony (1997). The Blues: From Robert Johnson to Robert Cray. Dubai: Carlton Books. p. 94. List of songs written by Lucille Bogan. 

Released under the pseudonym Bessie Jackson. B.D. stands for bulldagger or bulldyke, colloquial terms of the era that meant lesbian. The term bulldyke has unfortunately survived to the present day among the sexually frightened.

Piggly Wiggly, the Southern grocery chain's imaginative name, becomes a pseudonym for brothel in sly Dirty Blues. Double entendre is the name of the game. We will be learning more together every Sunday. 

Banner Records - Song Recorded 3-5-1935 In Chicago, Illinois. Written by Lucille Bogan.

Last but not least, a song about marijuana. Great Grandpa and Grandma were not the old fogies you might think they were. Reefer Blues, Vintage Songs about Marijuana Volume 2. 

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Garden Jam - Group Gardening Extravaganza

I found this wry account of the joys of gardening just surfing the Net. Go here to read it all. Gardening and farming are not sports for the fainthearted. 
June:   Windy and hot daytime, but too often freezing at night. Weeds do very well, bugs too. Place greenhouse plants in shade outside to acclimate before transplanting. Expect to lose 50% or more to grasshoppers, thrips, other unidentifiable bugs, late freezes, dogs, cats, birds, etc. Stop by nursery to buy more starting plants. Get more insect repellant.
I love the self portrait of Atman Kohlrabi, particularly the green eyebrows. 

This thread is the creation of Mike Evans who said "We are all avid gardeners who know each other. Why not make a place to show pictures of our gardens." We can brag, complain and obsess about them here too. We can show pictures of gardens we find inspiring. Find all that in the comments.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

The Penis and the Gun or This is for Fighting and This is for Fun - UPDATE

UPDATE: Another Mother fragging. Mississippi woman was severely injured on Tuesday after her son accidentally shot her in the face. WDAM reported that Richard Lawrence told officers he was sitting in his truck showing his mother his new .38 caliber pistol when the gun mistakenly discharged, shooting the woman in the face.

There are a number of websites that are tracking 'accidental' gun wounding and gun death. You can read another new gun death or wounding story every day in America. For awhile I was in a constant state of upset. Toddlers dying and/or shooting their Mother or their little brother. Just unbearable. And then, I switched. 

The whole American gun debacle is so ugly, ridiculous and constant that all I can do now is laugh. Do you think maybe God has a sense of humor? A truly black sense of humor? I mean, what would you find funny if you were God? I think 'BANG - right in the penis! '

Gunfuckistanis shoot themselves in the dick regularly. Oh the schadenfreude - it is delicious. "His girlfriend's little pink pistol" got him right in his little pink pistol. LAUGHING MY ASS OFF.
Yakima Herald, Washington - WENATCHEE — Authorities say Martin Eugene Hoyer was on the second day of a methamphetamine binge when he decided to kick in a neighbor’s door to rescue her from hallucinatory “Mexicans.” When he did so, the handgun in his waistband discharged, sending a bullet through his lower abdomen and into his scrotum, police said.
PORTLAND, Ore. (AP) – Police in Portland say a man suspected of shooting a neighbor shot himself in the groin while trying to leave the scene of the crime.
LEHIGH ACRES, FL - A 23-year-old man was taken to the hospital with multiple burn wounds after he accidentally shot himself in the genitals with a flare gun, according to the Lee County Sheriff's Office.
Man accidentally shoots himself in groin at Alaska State Fair by Tegan Hanlon
A man in Macon Georgia shot himself in the penis on Thursday, according to WMAZ Channel 13.
CHANDLER, Ariz. – Police are preaching firearms safety after a Chandler man accidentally shot himself in the penis with his girlfriend's little pink pistol.
Police in the town of Rio Claro received a call around 8:00 a.m. on Sunday from witnesses who had heard a shot coming from a parked car. The responding officers
found a driver slumped at the wheel bleeding from his... private parts.\
Argus Leader Donald Anthony Watson was admitted to the Avera McKennan emergency room about 1:30 a.m. Sept. 6 for a gunshot wound to his penis, according to an arrest affidavit. When questioned by police, the 43-year-old said he was shot by “a black guy (who) tried to rob” him while he was taking out the trash at his apartment.
I asked myself, "Self, could something funnier than some guy shooting himself in the dick exist?" How low can God go? Oh me of little faith. How about shooting your Mother in church? Lord, have mercy. Have mercy, God, on a suffering people.
Sheriff's deputy unintentionally shoots mother during wedding ceremony
Cory Golightly is a sheriff's deputy in the McCracken County Sheriff's Department in Kentucky. He was off-duty, attending a wedding with his mother at the Bardwell Baptist Church in Carlisle County when he dropped his gun.
According to witnesses, Golightly was adjusting his jacket and the gun and holster fell out. The gun discharged when it hit the floor. The bullet hit his Mother. Golightly's mother was taken to the hospital and is said to be in stable condition.
The pianist at the wedding said Golightly was very composed throughout the incident. "He said, 'Mom, breathe and be calm. Be calm," she said. Golightly has been placed on paid leave while the incident is investigated. His name is Corry Golightly. God say, be calm. Breathe.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

The Toilet Laws 3 - More Casualties

Religion is an insult to human dignity. With or without it you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion. - Steven Weinberg

Irreverence is the champion of liberty and its only sure defense.
- Mark Twain, Notebook (1888)

“Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.” - Groucho Marx

Dirty Blues Sunday

I had no idea this genre of the Blues existed. I have always loved the Blues. I saw BB King in person from a box near the stage in Madison Square Garden. 

Now, that I know about Dirty Blues, I am going to share some of it with you and dance a bit at the end of my ear phones. Daughter still asleep.

Dirty Blues is about taboo subjects and was played only on jukeboxes. Too dirty for the airwaves. Sex and marijuana?

The Sun is finally shining. I am feeling good. I have to do something until the Bodega opens and I can get some coffee. No one had time to stop at the Reading Terminal Market.

This is Rosetta Howard from Chicago. Singing with Harlem Hamfats. Her songs are still on sale here. In the 1950s she sang with Thomas A. Dorsey at the Pilgrim Baptist Church in Chicago. Both Rosetta Howard and Harlem Hamfats transition between Swing and Blues. Jukebox music. Dancing Music.

78: Decca Sepia Series No.15. Rosetta Howard vocal, accomp. by the Harlem Hamfats

Despite their name, the "Harlem" Hamfats were a Chicago band in the 1930's whose members came from various places; for example, the McCoy brothers hailed from Mississippi, Herb Morand, John Lindsay and Odell Rand were from New Orleans and Horace Malcolm and Freddy Flynn came from Chicago. This is The Weed Smoker's Dream.

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Go Grayson! Go Grayson!

Alan Grayson cannot be beat,
Grayson makes them feel the heat!
Goooo Grayson!
We are living in the beginning of a dystopian novel. And Zealots want to yell at me about people using restrooms.              - Jessica de Angelis Blocke the Millennial Sage.
First man to say CISGENDER on the floor of the House of Representatives. Hot damn. Voted Most Effective Congressman by Dave Weigel. 

Running for Senate now against a Democrat the DNC likes better. I send money, not much, to individuals and never to the DNC. The DNC brought us Debbie Wassermann Schultz. Phooey.

I am sending a small amount to Grayson. I am not rich. A lot of small amounts may put this man in the Senate.

Bye bye, Morans. Don't let the door . . . well you know.


Texas Republicans barely avoided having to vote on whether Texas should secede from the United States on Friday. So I dragged out this old chestnut.

November 13, 2012

Some folks want to secede "peacefully" from the Union and they have petitions at whitehouse.gov.

Some Authoritarian types petitioned in return that the Secessionists should be deported. My Grands emigrated here from Italy and Poland. My question to the Deporters is: to which Country would someone like me be deported? Do I get to choose? Most everybody here in America is an immigrant or a child of immigrants.

The second Authoritarian response I saw was "Bring it on." Those who do not remember the Civil War may be doomed to repeat it. Do you want your backyard looking like this again? "Bring it on," my Ass.

And the Authoritarians wonder why they lost the election? Shaking my damn head. You just cannot make this stuff up

I confess I signed the petition to deport the Secessionists even though I know it is bullshit. Sometimes Poo must be flung, know what I mean? Better Poo than Bullets. Or rocks.

Then somebody had a better idea. It was suggested in a petition that we give the poor forlorn Secessionists a nice warm cup of soup. I agree with the Soupers. This election has been exhausting. We are all a bit peckish.

Who knew the White House petition site was going to be so fun?

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

The sTRUMPette and Roe v. Wade

Roe v. Wade was a ruling by a Republican conservative majority SCOTUS. Can Trump be elected by creating a coalition of zealot nutballs. Why yes, yes he can. And that is scaring me bigtime.

I hate this ignorant buffoon with a purple passion. I was young when safe legal medical abortion and contraception became a reality. My Mother and Sister had illegal abortions. We will go back to that over this paskudnyak's dead body. Figuratively and electorally speaking, of course. Fuck off NSA.

Politicians off my poontang, Save your dick for Melania, you Anus.You are not sticking it to me. Molon Labe.

This opinion comes from the facebook remarks of a young man in high school. Works for me. The young folks are good and smart. Comforting.

I know I said I was going to stop thinking or reading about this election for my own mental health. I lied.
I try really hard to assume that people's motives for doing things are
genuine, even in politics. And even though being anti-choice is anti-woman no
matter how you slice it, I try to accept that people are motivated by an honest
concern for the lives that terminated pregnancies could have resulted in. They
are misguided, but still I try.
But here's the thing. When those same people go about robbing women of
access to contraception, they show their true colors. For them, it is not about
preventing abortion. It is necessarily about policing morality and controlling
women's sexuality. It really cannot be otherwise explained. For that reason, we
cannot take them at their word.

Saturday, May 7, 2016

I love my Daughters

Luscious Lulu accompanied me to the yarn store, we tried on a million shoes and bought none. And then Margarita's. Good Mexican restaurant. Always crowded and noisy. I had Chiles Rellenos and a Corona.  I have done my physical therapy duty. It hurts good hurt. And I am hanging at home. 

Tomorrow Lizzie Borden is taking me to the garden store in her car so I can carry stuff I cannot carry on the bus. Life is good. Tomorrow it may not rain. I may see Sun. I am going to plant cilantro and basil for sure. Life is good.

Art from Sun Inspired Mandalas.

I decided I am going to stop reading or looking at or listening to anything about the election for my own mental health. Woosah.

Setting a Boundary

Why am I so mean? Why are you so fricking nice? I can be quite rude and I don't mind. I have no shame. Thank you, God.

However, the Universe or God (take your pick) often arranges to flout me (teach me) in odd ways.

I have a Shrink. Doesn't everyone? In the 20 years we have been working together, she has given me a direct order twice. Those directions were: "Don't fuck him." and "Stay away from your family." She trusts me and she never pushes my defiance/anger button.

I come from an alcoholic Catholic family with sexual and mental health issues. I am one of the bipolar members who spent ten years drinking and drugging. I have no idea how normal folks behave. We, Shrink and I, spend a lot of time establishing boundaries and rehearsing boundary setting. We talk things over.

My Mother used to do sexual checking. Once she made me remove my underpants so she could check if I had sex, after she dragged me down the street and into the house by my hair. I was twelve and a virgin. Consequently, I do not respond to the feelings of humiliation or embarrassment well at all. Not at all.

I have been attending AA meetings since 1980. I do not go often anymore since my sponsor died, but I still drop in occasionally to get a therapeutic dose of humility. Humility is not the same as humiliation. Folks are friendly and often come to say Hello if they do not know you.

So this woman asks me "How much time do you have?" People are proud of their time sober. I reply with an AA bromide "I have today. How are you?" The woman launches into a tale of her 30 years of spotless sobriety, never a slip, etc. etc. Then she starts telling me basic shit you teach to Newbies. And I had been coming to the rooms since 1980. And no one sane would lecture a Newbie like that anyway. We are trying to assist Newbies not scare or shame them.

I do not know why, but she pushed my humiliation button. I want credit for those fricking years, even if I was slipping and getting drunk once in awhile. I was still learning. I still had a desire to get sober which is the ONLY REQUIREMENT for membership in AA. I know something about how to get and stay sober. I just stood there and listened, furious, humiliated and smiling. Smiling. I know, now that I have studied interpersonal violence, that she triggered me.

I looked at her closely while smiling. We have a few crazy people in AA who never had a drinking problem in their lives. They come for the fellowship and the coffee. They talk the talk but have never walked the walk. And this lady is one of them. I had no creative response. I just left. And I fumed. For days. By the time I got to talk to Shrink, I was still upset.

When you first start setting boundaries, there is no way to be elegant about it. If you tried to set a boundary in my family, you got beat up. Or you had to beat somebody else up. So you do the best you can.

For a long time, I ran away. That was an awesome defense I learned from the Surrender Group. It worked for most situations but not all. I needed a simple-to-get-out-of-my-mouth, reasonably polite and nonviolent way to say NO! To make it all stop. Something I could get out even when triggered. Something that would not include endless explaining.

And Lady Shrink gave me the simplest and the sweetest boundary setter of all. Mary, she said "Say NO THANK YOU." And the light dawned. This is an all purpose defense.

Saying NO THANK YOU and smiling (and leaving if necessary) works. The abuser has no comeback. What can they say? They just stand there looking poleaxed. No Thank You is so easy to say: polite, nonviolent and thorough. And I can usually get it out of my mouth even when I am furious, scared, humiliated, etc. And it works well with overly intellectualized trolls who just want to argue and take offense at trifles.

No thank you. I'm a Barbie girl, in my Barbie world. No thank you. You will drive them boundary banditos up a tree. So you get good defense and offense in the same simple phrase. Peace.

How many peaches will you get if you harm the Tree?

So I used my magic google finger again and searched WOMAN TREE and TREE WOMAN.

I got so many images, that like the Old Lady in the Shoe, I did not know what to do.

These are the images that spoke to my condition. You can use your finger to take you to magic googleland too.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Cinco de Mayo

Cinco de Mayo—or the fifth of May—commemorates the Mexican army’s 1862 victory over France at the Battle of Puebla during the Franco-Mexican War (1861-1867). 

The Battle of Puebla was important for at least two reasons. First, although considerably outnumbered, the Mexicans defeated a much better-equipped French army. This battle was significant in that the 4000 Mexican soldiers were outnumbered by the well-equipped French army of 8000 that had not been defeated for almost 50 years. Second, since the Battle of Puebla, no country in the Americas has subsequently been invaded by any other European military force.

In the United States Cinco de Mayo has evolved into a celebration of Mexican culture and heritage, particularly in areas with large Mexican-American populations.

Cinco de Mayo traditions include parades, mariachi music performances and street festivals in cities and towns across Mexico and the United States.

This year I am going to celebrate with a Salty Chihuahua. Sort of a variation on a Salty Dog. And home made Enchiladas.


1 wedge Lime
coarse Salt
1 (1.5 fluid ounce) jigger Tequila
5 fluid ounces fresh Grapefruit Juice

Wet the rim of an old fashioned glass with lime juice, then dip in salt. Fill glass with ice. Pour in tequila and fresh grapefruit juice. Squeeze and drop in the lime wedge. Stir.

A nice variation is adding a bit of coarse Sugar to the Salt. Of course, you could also add more Tequila.

Stanley - or - This story has no redeeming social value.

I am single. And I am bored because I have nothing and no one to do. One of my Viper Girls told me "Ma, you are not allowed to date anybody without a written permission. Because, Ma, it is like you have this sign on your head flashing Weirdos Welcome!" Sadly, this is not unreasonable. I have had some strange relationships.

I met Stanley at a screw-rinse-repeat joint in New York City called The Candy Box. I think it was 1975. Stanley was the bald bespectacled guy telling us he “screwed both bartenders and all the other whoo-ers sitting around on the bar stools." Stanley is still loud, profane and bespectacled as I write.

A prolonged and pungent Caveat Emptor, "Whoo-ers are all no good.", delivered in a native New York accent has to be experienced to be fully appreciated.
I do not know why exactly, but I took him home. He came with me because I told him I had a pool in my backyard. I think he thought I was lying or nuts. He was right about the nuts.

I always enjoyed Stanley. Stanley and I used to have the greatest fights. He was naturally funny. And he always left me money. He could be generous and stingy at the same moment. We hung out together for twenty five years. We made a porno. We ate at every great Italian restaurant in three states. We fought epic fights. He was mean. Years later I found out he used to stand behind me just out of hearing range and make fun of me to people I knew. Stanley financed every crazy thing I could think up to do. And I am creative. Laissez le bon temps rouler.

Everything was great until I got sober and truthful. One day I said to him

"Stanley, God gave you a package that cannot be beat. Even Ron Jeremy steps back. Nevertheless, you suck in the bed. Now that I am dually diagnosed, I am no longer de-generate and de-praved, and the government gives me $638.25 monthly, I do not have to fuck you. So just pay for the fricking thing and stop that whining."

It was the beginning of the end.

Stanley went and got married. He came to see me even after he got married. For a long time damn time. As a wedding present to him and his bride Angela, I taught him how to eat pussy. I know why I did not teach him sooner. He was always a bit prissy about the physical part of life. It is kind of a turnoff if a guy is salivating copiously all over you at the critical moment because pussy has germs. I miss him anyway. 

Richard Mourdock Redux

Fetuses could be granted constitutional rights under measure approved by Missouri House

State Rep. Tila Hubrecht, R-Dexter, said during debate that women shouldn’t decide to get an abortion just because they are raped.

“It is not up to us to say ‘no just because there was a rape, they cannot exist,’” she said. “Sometimes bad things happen — horrible things, but sometimes God can give us a silver lining through the birth of a child.”

You can email Ms. Hubrecht. And just in case you do not remember Mr. Mourdock, you can go here to find out what and who he is.

She started doing political cartoons for The Greenville News in 1975.

In 1976, Kate joined the Association of American Editorial Cartoonists and attended her first AAEC convention. She and Etta Hulme, of The Fort Worth Star-Telegram, were the only two women cartoonists in attendance that year. Kate's husband, Jim, was the first male member of the then-called "Ladies Auxiliary".

In 1980, the (now renamed) Field Newspaper Syndicate began distributing Kate's cartoons nationwide. In 1981, she received the Freedoms Foundation's George Washington medal for editorial cartooning.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

"Asparagus inspires gentle thoughts." - Charles Lamb

Homegrown Asparagus becomes available in Pennsylvania from April through June. It is perfection in May. I love asparagus so much I am already salivating with anticipation. A list of pick-your-own farms in Eastern Pennsylvania can be found HERE. 

The photograph comes from Petr Kratochvil. 

Everyone has favorite ways to eat Asparagus. My Mother, the Polka Queen, made Creamed Asparagus on Toast. This recipe for Chinese Asparagus Salad is one of my favorites. 

Chinese Asparagus Salad

2 pounds fresh Asparagus
1/4 cup Soy Sauce
1/2 teaspoon Sugar
1/2 teaspoon Vinegar (Cider or White Wine are good)
1/2 teaspoon Salt
2 teaspoons Sesame Oil

Some folks peel Asparagus and you can if you want to. I never do. I just snap it. Use a potato peeler if you are going to peel it. Wash the Asparagus well. Cut the spears diagonally across in 1 1/2 inch lengths. Cook the pieces of Asparagus for one minute in boiling water. Then drain and rinse under cold water to stop the cooking. Mix all the other ingredients (soy sauce, sugar, vinegar, salt and oil) together in a large bowl. Add Asparagus and toss. Enjoy.

Signs of the Month - May 2016

I stopped finding signs when my garden bit me. So good to be back and at them. Them, of course varies.

The first image is sexy and funny. First Prize.

The second is a screen shot. It is the sign on the shirt that really creeps me out. Video below.

Sexuality Test

Young Ru Paul
Note: This is a scale created by a graduate student. It is not the be all and end all of judgements about your sexuality. I post it for fun. I will also post my results. If it is going to make you all anxious and/or indignant, do not take it. 

The Kinsey Scale is a concept developed by Alfred Kinsey in 1948. Instead of describing people as either homosexual, heterosexual or bisexual, Kinsey thought sexual orientation was really a scale from heterosexuality to homosexuality.

"While there was originally no test, it was just inferred from interviews, I have created a test that seems to have good predictive power."

Test and scoring of the test at the LINK. I am a 3,

Sunday, May 1, 2016

My Gritty City Gets It Right - Update


Kathryn Knott, Dad, Bucks County Sued for $5 Million for “Retaliation” Over Anonymous Internet Comments
Read more at... 

Now send the Bucks County detectives after me, Knotts. I have bupkis and balls of steel. Will be a hoot to participate in a free speech mess. I am old. I got nothing to do but hang out. And I have a new screen name. See the comments.

Written February 9, ,2016

Kathryn Knott is going to jail for gay bashing. And she has been kicked out of the City of Philadelphia and cannot enter without a compelling reason to do so. 
God bless the Judge and Jury for keeping the Gayborhood safe for everybody. Philadelphia Magazine provides an archive of the whole affair.

Hugh E. Dillon's photographs of Brian Sim's protest in Love Park show you that in Philly, we really do take 'brotherly love' seriously. No bashing people just because you can.

May Day is Labor Day Around the World

DriveBy -The 1st of May is Labor Day in all the countries of the world (except in the US) to honor the workers in the fields and on the factory floors who actually create the wealth of a nation with their bare hands. It is a day internationally dedicated to the lowly employees.

The US, of course, "celebrates" Labor Day on an entirely different day from the rest of the world. That's because the corporate interests in America decided a long time ago that the American work force should not feel any sense of comradery or brotherhood with the other workers of the world. In the US, Labor Day is a day dedicated to the employers (watch Fox News on Labor Day) in a cynical perversion of what Labor Day is actually supposed to be about and to give the middle finger to the American workforce.

Art from Loth at Freaking News.

Labor is prior to, and independent of, capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. Labor is the superior of capital, and deserves much the higher consideration. - Abraham Lincoln
We forget the rich history of Labor and the struggle to get labor laws passed like the 8 hour day, 40 hour week, overtime pay, and an end to child labor. Republicans are working hard to send us back there. Are you paying attention?

May Day is also an ancient pagan holiday which celebrates the happy beginning of Summer. Thus the Solstice on the 21st is called Midsummer as in Midsummer Night's Dream by Shakespeare.
Heigh-ho! Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life, stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. - Bottom
My dream is simple. I want parity with other modern countries. I cannot say it better than Eugene Victor Debs.
Ten thousand times has the labor movement stumbled and fallen and bruised itself, and risen again; been seized by the throat and choked and clubbed into insensibility; enjoined by courts, assaulted by thugs, charged by the militia, shot down by regulars, traduced by the press, frowned upon by public opinion, deceived by politicians, threatened by priests, repudiated by renegades, preyed upon by grafters, infested by spies, deserted by cowards, betrayed by traitors, bled by leeches, and sold out by leaders, but notwithstanding all this, and all these, it is today the most vital and potential power this planet has ever known, and its historic mission of emancipating the workers of the world from the thraldom of the ages is as certain of ultimate realization as is the setting of the sun.
"An Ideal Labor Press," The Metal Worker (May 1904)

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

The Toilet Laws 2 - First Casualties

The Pee Pee Police must check your package
Before you can sit on the throne.
Regardless of evidence of adequate stackage,
Beneath bloomers there may still be a dangling bone.
- Yadig
Can you identify your vagina? They are not going to let you pee in North Carolina or Texas unless you can identify your vagina. Gives new meaning to "Papers please."
And as it has been wisely observed, if persecution once begins, no man alive knows how far it may reach, or where it will end. - Jonathan Swift
Beware the toilet vigilante. The frumious Bundersnatch of Texas. Notice that the vigilante has moobs. Maybe we need to question every lardass in America about whether they truly have a dick. I can hear the moaning now.

I seem to be writing about toilets like I wrote about cake. I wrote lots about cakes. Political and otherwise. This is the new right wing Moan Meme.

Pee in the wrong toilet and cause nuclear war!
'These Freaks Are Going To Get Us All Killed': Rick Wiles Warns Target Restroom Policy Will Spark Nuclear War
BY Miranda Blue

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Be My Baby Now

This is the best and strangest counter protest I have ever seen. Kind of makes me want to join the Temple.

Shop Satan and fund future efforts. Or just have a good laugh as the purveyors of dead fetus pictures get their just deserts.

Gender Confusion

If you read Leviticus, you come to understand that the tribe of Levi were a sexy bunch. The Levite rules about what you are not supposed to do in a tent, tell us exactly what they were doing in the tents. Auntie Diddlers, evil Father Rapers (apology to Arlo).

Modern life has become a bit more complicated thanks to Science. I am experiencing gender confusion. Think of the flavors available: Celibate, PolyAmorous, Asexual, Lesbian, Gay, BiSexual, Homosexual, Trans Gender, Intersex, Queer.

I have been all these things (at one time or another) whenever a situation seemed to require it. You do enough of that and eventually all orifices begin to look alike. Talk about confusion.

Even the protuberances become mere supporting structures guiding one into the pink, undulating, lubricious, steaming center of the Pile. Anybody remember Plato's Retreat? The place gave new meaning to the mob phrase "going to the mattresses." But I digress.

I have come to the conclusion that I am a member of a hitherto unsung sexual minority: the Polymorphous Perverse. Thank you, Sigmund Freud and Merriam Webster, for clearing it all up for me.

Characterized by or displaying sexual tendencies that have no specific direction, as in an infant or young child, but that may evolve into acts that are regarded as perversions in adults; 
Relating to or exhibiting infantile sexual tendencies in which the genitals are not yet identified as the sole or principal sexual organs nor coitus as the goal of erotic activity."
I blame some of my confusion and frenetic activity on the Menopause. When the estrogen went ByeBye, I was swept away by a tidal wave of testosterone. Progesterone? I grew a faint mustache. I have never looked back.

Human sexual variation is a fact of life; it is not an opinion, a sin, or a choice. I am so fricking old that I remember the Sixties. I was there. If it feels good, do It, we said. Safely. I had to add that thought in the 80s.

And then somebody will find a name for It, ban It, write a book about It, make a video of It, develop a program for swearing off Ior a pill to make the sensations more exquisite. Ah, modern life.

Monday, April 25, 2016


I came across an interesting blog that features the cover art of Art Goldstein's Screw Magazine.

Screw and Al Goldstein are long gone now but I still remember the fights and furor brought on by Screw's content.

Note: Nothing about this essay is safe for viewing at work. I guess my blog is not safe for work too. So sue me.

Pornography is ancient and the controversy over its value or lack of value in human lives continues. I reproduce this cover, which is a caricature of publisher Al Goldstein. It illustrates the editorial tone of the magazine better than any words I could write.

I am ambivalent about pornography. I like to look at dirty pictures. Some of what appeared in Screw made me sick. I appreciated the social satire and Goldstein's crusades for free speech.

I love Cartoon Art. I am a fan of vintage pornography. You can see a gallery of SCREW covers by Milton Knight.

Feminists have been in a long dialogue about the depiction of human sexuality.

"Pornography is about dominance and often pain. Erotica is about mutuality and always pleasure."
Gloria Steinem "Erotica vs Pornography", in Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions (1983)

"Pornography is the essential sexuality of male power: of hate, of ownership, of hierarchy; of sadism, of dominance."
Andrea Dworkin, Pornography, Men Possessing Women

“Prostitution, perversion, and pornography are intertwined with independence and radical politics in the history of outstanding women. Radclyffe Hall, Colette, Anaïs Nin, Kate Millett, Erica Jong--all of these women used the money they made from writing about sexuality to make it possible for them to live as rebels, dykes, feminists, artists, or whatever deviant and defiant identities they assumed.” Pat Califia, Some Women

I miss Al Goldstein. Rest in peace. It is true Goldstein was a Dirt. It is true that much of what he published was disgusting. A great deal of it was funny. Very funny. Nothing Goldstein published was as obscene and pornographic as this video below.

Fuck YOU Adsense.

Update: The fuckers at google paid me. But now they will not let me use adsense on my food blog. Cute. Push me around and then kick me again
Close my adsense account. You will not censor my blog.

You will not force me to list my account as a porn site.

Publisher ID: pub-1222599309808625

Please remit money accrued. You have my bank information. You provide no other way for me to communicate with you. I looked and looked.

I think this is beautiful. You think it is porn.

I have Russian readers. What happened? Putin get upset? You want to see what real pornography is? Go here.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Crappy Crap

Somebody posted a link to this study on disqus. I am banned by the disqus blog, so I thought I would comment here. Really sucks to be bipolar sometimes. I cannot be tactful when crazed. 

I think the study is crap. People are influenced by what they read? Well duh. I must admit that the site is interesting otherwise.
As people increasingly turn to social media to access and create health evidence, the greater availability of data and information ought to help more people make evidence-informed health decisions that align with what matters to them. However, questions remain as to whether people can be swayed in favor of or against options by polarized social media, particularly in the case of controversial topics. We created a composite mock news article about home birth from six real news articles and randomly assigned participants in an online study to view comments posted about the original six articles. We found that exposure to one-sided social media comments with one-sided opinions influenced participants’ opinions of the health topic regardless of their reported level of previous knowledge, especially when comments contained personal stories. Comments representing a breadth of views did not influence opinions, which suggests that while exposure to one-sided comments may bias opinions, exposure to balanced comments may avoid such bias

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Foody Helping Foody

I published the best recipe I know for Banana Cake and it generated the following discussion. I heart my readers. I am thrilled to have foody pen pals.

Sour cream substitute by pdh

It's Sunday morning, & I'm suddenly feeling a need for McGovern-inspired banana cake ... but I have no sour cream. I have some plain yogurt, & will substitute that ... should work according the intertubes.

My concern is more profound, though. Since you are a student of the politics of food, can you tell me if the substitution will be politically correct?

Please let me know how it goes by Yours Truly

Politically correct. But there is something about the fat in the sour cream and the taste of sour cream that makes it essential, I think. However, I am a fan of experimentation. I look forward to your analysis of the sour cream situation.

So I need two cakes, I guess by pdh

Actually, I think I will try the experiment. Today, with yogurt ... then with sour cream after my next trip to the market. I will let you know my opinion after a proper comparison.

Drain the yogurt by UnionJok

Years ago, a native of the Middle East showed me how to "thicken" yogurt for use in the standard recipe for baba ganooj and hummus. The traditional process consists of removing the whey by placing the yogurt in a cheesecloth-lined strainer over a bowl. The result is pretty much the same as "Greek" yogurt, and the whey can be used for other things. Even when made from fat-free yogurt, the texture and taste of the result make it a good substitute for sour cream in baking, salad dressings, dips, or desserts.

More convenient, if somewhat less effective, is to dig a well down the side of the container with an iced tea spoon, periodically pouring off the whey accumulating there. In this method, the top layer of yogurt becomes thick and creamy.

The denouement by pdh

Some time ago you posted the McGovern Banana Cake recipe to DailyKos.
I inquired about substituting plain yogurt for the sour cream which I did not have available. Another dkos poster suggested draining the yogurt in a cheese cloth to get a more appropriate texture, which sounded like a sensible thing to do. So I prepared a banana cake with the drained yogurt, & found it quite satisfactory.

Not trusting my memory of the taste of banana cakes past, I prepared two cakes the same day, & sampled them both at the same time. It was very close, but the sour cream did seem to give a slightly better result. I expect that the flavor added by the sour cream counts for more than the fat since there is 1/2 cup of shortening already in the recipe, but didn't test any other variations. Next time I think I'll add some chopped walnuts, though.

So my conclusion is that Dannon yogurt (plain whole milk kind) drained in a wire mesh strainer lined with a paper coffee filter is a satisfactory substitute for sour cream in recipes where the sour cream is not a main ingredient. One would not slather a baked potato with the densified yogurt & expect a sour cream experience, though.

I almost always keep some yogurt around because one of my favorite snacks is yogurt with berries. In fact, I've prepared little single-serving sized packets of whole berry cranberry sauce for the freezer for those times when fresh berries are scarce. I'm sure I'll be repeating the McGovern cake ... & using the pseudo sour cream in other places, too!

Bye Bye Christianity

I like to talk about religion. Consequently, I spend a lot of time conversing with Christians and other religious people. I have been a Christian for 73 years now. I started reading and thinking about religion and God when I was 15. Maybe I was looking for a loophole?

The people I meet on the Net who identify as Christians these days are unkind, ignorant about their religion, rigid and freaked out. They scare me and they hurt me. They are full of ridiculous delusional 'authority'.

I exempt Bilgrimage, where the folks who can make conversation about religion and are kind, hang out. And Mr.G. You know who you are.

I am not going to call myself a Christian anymore. I know Sister Mary Innocent is breathing a sigh of relief and might even be praying for me. I am going to play a song now, and if you are still with me after that, I am going to tell you what Meister Eckhart has to say about the whole thing. And I still love God. Whew. What a relief.

Nota bene: This does not mean I am going to stop going to Mass and the Polish Food Festival with Walter.

"Be silent therefore, and do not chatter about God, for by chattering about him, you tell lies and commit a sin. If you wish to be perfect and without sin, then do not prattle about God. Also you should not wish to understand anything about God, for God is beyond all understanding. A master says: "If I had a God that I could understand, I would not regard him as God." If you understand anything about him, then he is not in it, and by understanding something of him, you fall into ignorance." - Meister Ekhart

Art from Freaking News.

The Toilet Laws

President Obama on Friday assured Londoners that residents of North Carolina and Mississippi are not bad people, despite laws in the states he said are discriminatory toward gay people.
“I want everybody here in the United Kingdom to know that the people of North Carolina and Mississippi are wonderful people, they are hospitable people, they are beautiful states and you are welcome, and you should come and enjoy yourself, and I think you’ll be treated with extraordinary hospitality,” Mr. Obama said on day one of his three-day visit to the U.K. “I also think that the laws that have been passed there are wrong and should be overturned.” Read more...
I used to hang out at a lesbian bar in Philly in the 80s. The next bar over down the Colonial alley was for the Leather Boys.

The gayborhood in Philly has many gay bars. There is a gay piano bar that has been open for at least 40 years. You can take your pick. Straight women go to one gay bar because it has the greatest dance floor in town and nobody tries to feel you up while dancing. Or pick you up. You can dance the night away in happiness.

So, I am in the lesbian bar and the restroom is packed with women. You could hardly move. So many women were chatting in the loo that you could not even get near the sink. In comes a crossdressing man. Not a transgender man because they look like women. Correction: They are women.

This guy was new to crossdressing and he wanted to mingle with us to find if he could pass. He was so scared that he was white eyed with fright. His wig was ill fitting. His dress was not well chosen for his bulky shoulders. He shaved but not well enough. Imagine a shy Bear in a dress and high heels. Stockings, costume jewelry and gloves.

So we all, totally getting his situation, pretended he was just one of us girls. It was a gift to him to treat him just like any other lesbian/woman in the loo. One of the more interesting moments in my life. Nobody was assaulted. Everybody passed. Everybody was joyful.