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Saturday, June 17, 2017

Attitude Adjustment - Matthew 25:36 - I was sick, and ye visited me


“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’

“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Melancholia Agitata

That is what I am suffering through used to be called. I am voraciously restless and living in a well of darkness at once. I have been through this before. It ruins my relationships, my work, everything goes kablooey. I never know when it is going to happen. I lost jobs. I lost people. I lost homes.

I will get to talk to Lady Shrink today in the afternoon and that is good.

I do not want to scare anybody. This is not a complaint. It is just a description. I am out of the closet with my crazy. More than anything I want to be understood. It has taken me years to come to terms with my illness. I preferred for a long time to think of myself as bad. You can do something about bad. What can you do with nutz?

A good thing to read if you know somebody like me is Touched with Fire: Manic-Depressive Illness and the Artistic Temperament by the American psychologist Kay Redfield Jamison examining the relationship between bipolar disorder and artistic creativity.

I am grateful I do not get drunk over this crap and fuck 50 people anymore. Mostly because now that I am older than dirt getting drunk like I used to would kill me for sure. Peace to everyone especially me. I love you all, my friends. That I write this means I am better than I was.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Resistance Signs of the Month - June 2017

Choose the one you like the best. Can you guess which sign is from Poland? Resist!

There will be some changes made.

I think I am back. Physical pain is gone. Still mourning. I am doing a complete reorganization of my life and my goals. Thank you to all who have been with me on my journey in blogland. It has been years now. Cher Readers, you have made a difference in this introverted maniac's life. 

I apologize to friends who asked me to write them for not writing them. When I said I CANNOT TALK, I meant literally could not communicate in some ways. I have always had a lot to say. I just cannot/could not make intimate conversation. I have never experienced anything like this before. Tears are on my face as I write this. I hope my despair is gone now for good. Peace.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Cher Readers

I cannot talk. I can post like a madwoman on twitter but I just do not know what to say. I am low and going 120 miles an hour on bad road.

I am dealing with an auto death, suicide of a young person who hung in the Blazement with my kids, recurrence of sciatic pain with consequent medical adventures and the election. My government is aiming to kill me. I am in the midst of agitated depression. Tell me what is happening in your world.

I will be back. I am resting.

Meanwhile, my Black Adopted Sister (her description) asked me to say this because she just cannot go near her computer:

To Donald John Trump: This is the United States of America. We do not jump at your demands and we will not bend over and kiss your behind. There are laws in place to keep you in check. We have had enough. In your famous words, YOU ARE FIRED.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

The Practical Limitations of Government or Dance Like It Is 1975

Because I am a women's issues gadfly, I troll the Internet message boards for a chance to argue women's issues. One argument I hear pretty often goes sort of like this: 
"No, you are not in control of your body because The Gummint makes laws about what you can do with it. You can't just take drugs, for example. Or prostitute."
Actually, I can take drugs if I so choose. And I have. I am astounded that anyone thinks The Rules keep people good. It plainly evident that is is humanity's goodness and longing for peace that keeps The Peace of the Rule of Law.

I can choose whatever I want and pay for it. The government has only two responses to behavior it wishes I would not do: prohibition and punishment. These are weak responses in the face of psychoses and/or casual and joyful wrongdoing. How so? Follow me.

I had to have a background check to do a job. I came up with a spotless record. I breathed a sigh of relief because I subscribe to the Rule of Law for the most part, I want my government to be effective and expect it to be, and I thought my Sin would surely find me.

My arrest in 1975 for growing 13 six foot tall marijuana plants in the greenhouse of my country home never showed up. Only time I ever got arrested. Somehow the Police got the idea that my house was the East Coast depot for all the Humboldt County Green. They sent a truck to tow away the marijuana and three squad cars. I was out. They left me note: "Mrs. B, please come on over to the police station." So fully expecting to be slammed into the Pokey, I ambled on over to the station house.

They booked me. I confessed to the Judge so they would let my innocent gardener go. The Russian carpenter living in the basement confessed too.  I plead guilty to Misdemeanor Cultivation of a Controlled Dangerous Substance. Cost me a $175.00 fine. Cops took the plants and the baggie with about a gram in it that belonged to Sergei.

All of this happened because the municipal dog catcher had the hots for me and came round to put the make on me one afternoon. I think, on the whole, that even though I had no house I could see out any window and my nearest neighbor was two miles away, it was a mistake to swim naked in the pool.

Ah, the War on Drugs. The Gummint is not good at "controlling my body." And not good at keeping track of crime and Evildoers like me. Good thing I am not a psychopath and I am sober. Think how much trouble I could get into if I tried, know what I mean? And there are people out there trying every day.

So let us just shed the idea that order is imposed and can be imposed by the government without the cooperation of the people right now. I leave you with these thoughts from Lao Tzu translated by Herrymon Maurer.

Govern the country by regular rules;
Direct the army by cunning moves;
But win the world by avoiding fuss.
How do I know that this is so?
Inward light!

Beneath heaven,
The more rules and prohibitions there are,
The poorer the people become.
The sharper the weapons there are,
The greater the country's confusion.
The cleverer the people become,
The more cunning acts take place.
The more laws and orders there are,
The more thieves and robbers appear.

Therefore the sage says:
I do nothing,
And the people of themselves reform.
I love stillness,
And the people of themselves grow straight.
I don't fuss,
And the people of themselves get rich.
I don't want,
And the people of themselves grow simple.

When the law is dumb dumb,
The people are simple simple.
When the law is smart smart,
The people are broke broke.
Good fortune rests on bad fortune;
Bad fortune hides in good fortune.
Who knows the end of this?

It does not stop:
The normal turns into the odd;
The good turns into the weird.
Long have the people been in a stew!

Therefore the sage is
Severe, but he doesn't cut;
Exact, but he doesn't hurt;
Straight, but he doesn't strain;
Bright, but he doesn't dazzle.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Bede's Beat - April 15 marks the 150th anniversary of the death of Abraham Lincoln in 1865

I miss you, Bede. Several of your fine music articles have been more widely read than my own.

In 1942, Aaron Copland's mind was on the past and the present, because he was commissioned by André Kostelanetz write a piece about an "eminent American" for the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra,

Copland -- like Kurt Weill, who was contemporaneously setting several of Walt Whitman Civil War poems to musical accompaniment -- turned to the figure of Lincoln as a means of explaining to his countrymen precisely what they were fighting for in battle against the Axis.

The result was The Lincoln Portrait a work written for full orchestra with narrator. Over the years, many famous actors and Americans have performed the Lincoln Portriat, including Henry Fonda (with Copland himself conducting), Gregory Peck, Charlton Heston, James Earl Jones, Samuel L. Jackson, Marian Anderson, Katherine Hepburn, Esther Rolle, Vincent Price, Walter Cronkite, Carl Sandburg (in a performance that won a Grammy), Gore Vidal, Margaret Thatcher, Niel Armstrong, Julius "Dr. J" Erving and Adlai Stevenson.

Carl Sandburg with André Kostelanetz conducting the New York Philharmonic [winner of the 1959 Grammy for "Best Performance – Documentary Or Spoken Word (Other Than Comedy)"

Sunday, April 9, 2017

The Boy from Mar A Lago

A Duet of Comedy Cabaret and Political Satire. Sandy and Richard Riccardi. 

Laughing. These guys are so good. Listen to more good stuff here:

Laughter is mightier than the pen and the sword.

The song below is US COPYRIGHT FAIR USE. "Garota de Ipanema" ("The Girl from Ipanema") is a Brazilian bossa nova jazz song. It was a worldwide hit in the mid-1960s and won a Grammy for Record of the Year in 1965. It was written in 1962, with music by Antônio Carlos Jobim and Portuguese lyrics by Vinicius de Moraes. English lyrics were written later by Norman Gimbel.

I am having trouble finding attribution for the fine cartoon above. I cannot read the signature. Cher Reader, please help if you recognize the artist.

Resurrection and Redemption

The Roman Catholic Church is asking disaffected American Catholics to come home. 

Come home to what? Sexual shame? Mutilation and possible death in childbirth as a social good? Get in line and vote for Traitor Trump like all your hypnotized Sheep? American Catholics put the Stooge of Darkness in the Oval Office. 

I will not count the ways the RCC has abandoned and tormented me. Sufficient to say I did not give my children to the RCC for spiritual education.

I know I will come home when they make a plate for me at the table. And smile when I sit down. And apologize for treating a poor young unwed Catholic Mother as though she was beyond the pale, not worth speaking to, or worthy of assistance - me. And I rejected the illegal abortion my Catholic Mother offered me.

I reject the Atonement. I am responsible for my own sins. I am responsible for my own redemption. I would never seek to profit from the torture death of any being - god, human, or animal. Got room for me now?

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Pull My Finger

This is a World Billionaire's Coup we are enduring. There is a persistent myth that Rich equals Smart. Laughing.

Milo Yiannopoulos is a Billionaire's idea of who/what an Alpha Faggot looks like. Billionaires are using 'psychology' on us. It is news that Koch brothers financing Milo? Maybe to less depraved members of the blogosphere, not to me. "The Liberals are really the intolerant ones" argument is oldschool wingnut. 

I know that Russian poopoo filthy sextape is coming. I believe that sextape is coming. I know that my redeemer liveth. Hallelujah. Putin's prank in front of world. I knew a Trump presidency would be bad, but what a revolting series of events this is.

I was doing fine. I was only dealing with February doldrums. Then I got the new brace that is supposed to help me walk better. Gave me sciatica on the other side of my body. Hurts. Then I got the Traveling Flu that starts in your back then does every organ system in your body. I am finally feeling better. I just saw all the messages and kittens. Thank you, my friends. I am mending.

Art by Buddy McCue.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

You win some. You lose some.

I have been missing because I am hurting again. Details unimportant. Pain pills make me depressed and unresponsive. Cannot read or write. Too wifty. And aggravated. And feeling utterly insignificant. The world can just squash you.

Too add insult to injury, the disqus commenting system is completely unworkable now. There are new comments I am finding that I have not even seen before from days ago. So I apologize, cher Reader, if I seem to be ignoring any comment.

Both my mood and my hurt will improve. Sooner rather than later, I hope. 

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Trump Music to my Ears

I am just going to drop this music here. First video is excellent. Second video is the young unknown rappers.

I think I like the second clip the best. Not as professional but big points for energy, balls and enthusiasm. Both right on time in subject matter. Rhymes are good. Real good. Love the Black and White. Both are from Youtube so go there for artistic particulars. 

Monday, February 20, 2017

Sign of the Month - February 2017

February is a tough month for me. No light. The cold, the slippery icy sidewalks and the wind keep me indoors. I get depressed. 

I am so off my feed that the month is almost over and no sign(s). So this month, I am providing just one sign but this sign won the internet. Enjoy. 

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Ethics. I think I am writing about Ethics. Maybe.

I have been saying that I reject the 'team spirit' form of politics. What the fuck am I talking about? I do not know for sure. I am on to something or other. 

I suspect that Folks protesting Trump et al are Democrats, Republicans, Independents, Greens etc. all together. Americans indivisible. 

I see myself being angry and mean to Trumpanzees (see there I go) and I do not like my act. And let me tell you, I am real good at angry, mean and arrogant. And I enjoy it. Every day I send some mean twitter thing to PEEOTUS.

So this Michael Boyle guy speaks to my condition. I mean, is this helpful now that a mighty crunch is upon us? I am full of doubt. Who are the fucking good guys? Kucinich is saying the Intelligence Community are running a coup and leading us into war. 
"The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity." - William Butler Yeats

Quote. Read more at the link.

Human beings have a natural tendency (and, if you want to call it an "original sin," I'm not going to stop you) to become the very thing that they seek to resist. Everyone who seeks to be active in the Age of Trump will be forced into situations where they will have to decide between speaking out against bigotry and exclusion among their own "team" and staying silent for the good of that team. Being a person of integrity and cultivating those instincts and habits will serve all of us well when that day comes. And it will come.

I am not a powerful person. I am not rich, nor influential in any significant manner. I cannot unilaterally change the way the world around me runs, and I certainly cannot change what people think and say and believe. All I can do is live with integrity, and use that integrity as a platform for living the rest of my life. This living with integrity may not change anything, it may not sway anyone to my way of thinking (or any way of thinking). But it is all I have, and it is what I am committed to do. 

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Message from 1968 - Smothers Brothers

All things are wearisome; Man is not able to tell it. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, Nor is the ear filled with hearing. That which has been is that which will be, And that which has been done is that which will be done. So there is nothing new under the sun. Is there anything of which one might say, "See this, it is new? " Already it has existed for ages Which were before us. - Ecclesiastes

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

“Western women will save the world.” - Dalai Lama

Feminism involves so much more than gender equality and it involves so much more than gender. Feminism must involve consciousness of capitalism (I mean the feminism that I relate to, and there are multiple feminisms, right). So it has to involve a consciousness of capitalism and racism and colonialism and postcoloniality, and ability and more genders than we can even imagine and more sexualities than we ever thought we could name. - Angela Davis

Sunday, February 12, 2017

February - the Love Month

since you’ve been gone
since you’ve been gone, I’ve been alone.
like an arm without a bone.
dangling limply like a phone that’s out of charge.
like homer without marge.
like an egg without a spoon.
like a dugong on the moon.
like a clownfish without nemo.
like twilight without emo.
like hardy without laurel.
like high ground without the moral.
like disney without walt.
like battery without assault.
like a pet shop without gerbils.
like hitler without goebbels.
like a dilemma without the di,
just a lemma and a sigh.
like déjà without vu,
I am nothing without you.
till the day that you come back,
I’m like whitney without crack.
- Bill Bailey (via acupofpoetry)

Cheeto, you have your words and we have our brains and humor.

Laughter is mightier than the pen and the sword. I am looking at you, Trump.
Let's not punch Nazis, people. That's playing into their hands. Let's mock them instead. Laugh at them. Make fun of them. Nothing makes their little penises shrivel right up like abject humiliation. Nothing gets their quivering little insecurities flaring into an inchoate roar that reveals their inner Psychopathic Asshole Who Scares the Fuck Out of Everybody like being the object of well-earned derisive guffaws. Just think of how Alec Baldwin's SNL portrayals send Lord Cheetomort into paroxysms of unrequited wrath. - David Neiwert
First Clip: British actor Peter Serafinowicz, who is perhaps best known as the voice of Darth Maul or as the zombie in Shaun Of The Dead.

Second Clip: YouTube comedian Vic Berger’s Super Deluxe channel today posted a compilation of Trump’s insane tweets sung in the style of an “early 2000s emo band.”

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Interesting When I am Counting on Merkel Saving Civilization

Hitler Lives is a 1945 American short documentary film directed by Don Siegel, who was uncredited. The film won an Academy Award at the 18th Academy Awards in 1946 for Documentary Short Subject.  

Hitler Lives is based on the film Your Job in Germany, which was produced shortly before the end of the Second World War. Your Job in Germany was written by Theodor Geisel (better known as Dr. Seuss).

While retaining some of the original film footage, Hitler Lives was written by Saul Elkins. The film warns that the defeated German population still contains Nazi supporters and that the world must stay ever vigilant against the prospect that a new Hitler will arise within Germany. The film combines dramatized content mixed with archive footage. The end of the film warns against fascism in America. - wikipedia

So now I have become interested in how the Germans saw it. This is considered one the first and finest of propaganda films.
Upon the very first screening of Triumph of the Will in 1936 the Nazis knew they had struck propaganda gold. The film played to packed movie theaters throughout Germany. For her efforts, Riefenstahl received a Cultural Achievement award from Goebbels' Propaganda Ministry. The film also won a gold medal for its artistry at the 1937 World Exhibition in Paris. Read more...

Saturday, February 4, 2017

General Strike a la Groucho Advances on Mar a Lago

It is all over. Old ladies are marching on Mar a Lago. Some of them are armed with vuvuzelas. Not our Cheeto!

“The liberty of a democracy is not safe if the people tolerated the growth of private power to a point where it becomes stronger than the democratic state itself. That in its essence is fascism: ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or any controlling private power.”
Franklin D. Roosevelt

Americans are moderates on the whole. General Strike is such a socialisty Frenchy thing to do. In France, it is everybody on the street for a day. Efficient and dramatic. American style is ongoing nearly daily march/strike over time. Both good.

I think it is time. Impeach before Trumpus starts killing Americans bigtime. So far his regime is just beating people up and killing them with rules.

Let us impress France. Revolution a la Groucho! Everybody out in the street for July the 4th. It is okay to punch a Fascist.

Alternate Universe

Doctors In GOP Congress OK Gun Sales To Mentally Impaired

By LeftOfCenter

I have bipolar disorder. I ran my second husband over with a VW Beetle. Grace of God did not kill or maim him. I have written 33 articles about guns, gun death and wounding and gun culture.

I choose not to own a gun. Had a discussion about this with my Shrink because of an Obama initiative. Wrote about it. What is this? Where am I? Is this fuck with everything Obama month? We did not just have Dylan Roof? I am confused.

I have never been convicted of a crime. I am a voting homeowner. I do not have delusions. WTF. I am creeped out. Social Security as the Gestapo? Talk me down.

And I am sort of hiding and learning twitter. Wearing my red dress. I have a lot to cope with. Trumpus is freaking me out. Fucker is aiming right at me. Old and glad for Social Security and Medicare. And I have glaucoma and macular degeneration but my glasses will make my sight normal. Whoopee. You turn 70 and things start to fall off. You be cheerful. I will save France.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Netherlands Yanks Trump's Chain. Laughing My Ass Off.

You laughing at our pain, you crumby Stroopwafels eaters. However, you have given Trumpus what we in America call 'the bird." And done it in the most charming way. So you are more than forgiven. You are a welcome addition to The Resistance.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Democratic Attitude Adjustment

Democrats, take note. The time for collegiality is over. Fight unrelentingly against all Trumpus nominees and initiatives. Total war and no quarter.

I did not march for miles and spend my money so Warren can vote for Carson. Carson is higher than a kite most of the time. Look at his fucking droopy eyes. Wake the fuck up and call a spade an addict.

Tell us the truth. Speak truth to power. Jesus wept, be rude once in awhile. Trumpus won in part on every one's disgust for the politically correct.

Time all you mofos in Executive Branch get regularly and randomly drug tested. Sauce for the poor workingman must be sauce for you Suits. Why? You seem incapable of seeing reality - or unwilling. Stop disrespecting the American people. Why cannot Americans have what Congress critters have?

Do you Bubbletonians not get it that the whole country is sick unto death of the Repubocrat Dempublican Party.

I have been a Democrat my whole voting life. Fight like berserkers or I am registering Independent. Some of you fuckers voted for Pompeo who is willing, like Bush-Cheney, to make all of us war criminals again. No torture. And respect First Nation land.

If Trump et al and you are going to kill me, I will burn down the whole fucking thing first. Fuck you NSA. It is hyperbole. Fascism terrifies the fuck out of me. I knew somebody with the numbers on his arm.

And now the National Anthem. God, if you send fucking Trumpus a fucking heart attack and fucking kill the bastid, I promise I will never say FUCK again. Maybe.

Sunday, January 22, 2017


I am so overwhelmed by current events, that I have nothing to say. Mostly it is because I do not know where to begin.

Well, maybe one thing. Just one wee fantasy. It is time for somebody to PIE Ms. ConJob. American Carnage!

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Inauguration Songs - Just messing around. Help me.

I found the photoshop art by googling MASS TRUMPHOBIA. Do not know who did it. Put your song in the comments maybe?

Putin Putin,
Trumpski's man.
If he can't fuck him,
The prostitutes can.
Putin fucked Trumpus in his oval orifice. Trump said Oh oh -
Can I have more of this?

There once was a man from New York
Ate his pizza with a golden fork.
Planning to be bigly huge.
Ended up as Putin's stooge.
We crying laughing at dumbass DORK!

Putin Putin
He's Trumps man.
Sucks Trumps dick
Like no one can.
Trumpski hollers OMG
Putin fucks him with a cattle prod.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Sign of the Month - January 2017

You choose the one you like the best. I like them all.

FEMENS - Grab patriarchy by the balls!

I love Femens. What courage

Google Adsense quit me because they consider my writing about FEMENS pornography. Ultimately the kissoff set me free. I became moreso.

FEMENS makes the most cogent statement of all. Enjoy. These women have balls of steel.

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Signs of Recovery

1. omg 
2. this is so bad 
3. yep still so bad 
4. we are going to die 
5. help 
6. somehow even worse today 
7. omg
 - Anonymous

I have stopped screaming at the television. I think maybe I can talk again.

This man speaks to our condition.

Ronald Reagan told us we cannot trust the government, and then to make sure we get the point, the GOP puts the biggest liar and ultimate bullshitter on the ticket. Because they have been conditioned to the point that they don't know who to believe, tons of people decided that since everyone in government lies, we might as well have the best liar available. We now have a government that is sheer dishonesty, starting at the top. Ass holes who will say anything for a buck, line up to defend a man whose credibility is absolutely zero. Fake news, fake president, fake everything. Welcome to the new America, land of bullshit.
Who am I to believe?

CIA did Abu Ghraib and made us war criminals. FBI gave us James Comey. NSA gave us Snowden. Trumpus is a demented liar and a gift from Putin.

Intelligence EPIC FAIL. Again. Potentially worse than 9/11 terrorism going down. Fascism going down.

We have Russia playing 'see what we can hack' with American TV programs. Just a nasty joke, you say?

Russia can hack the massive electrical grids. Given how much distrust they have created with stochastic terrorism among Americans, two weeks of no power = ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017


If you have come here for solace, boogie now. I got no Happy New Year. 

I have been grieving. I am past bargaining and into depression. Acceptance? Ask me after I have had some coffee.

I had champagne and triple cream brie on New Year's Eve. Pancakes with maple syrup and sausages New Year's Day. I am fucking old, so it takes awhile for my liver and brain and heart to get back to normal after all this fucking excitement. And there is no fucking Sun and I am wearing a blanket while I type.

Those who have been reading Real Philadelphia need to know that Ms. Norma and the kidniks are back to honeypots again. I am going to have to finish that fucking story. Walter brought me his extra cookies and a smile.

I am living large, I guess. For now. And watching the Water Protectors. Their fate - our fate. And the first glorious lines of an otherwise dreadful poem keep ringing in my mind:
The Destruction of Sennacherib
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; 
Soon my Seasonal Affective Disorder will pass. I will be back to my usual trashmouth self. So it goes. Quoting Vonnegut there.

Do I have to be so political all the time even on holidays? Yes. Yes I do.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

One Trashmouth Old Lady Protest March - UPDATE


UPDATE: Megyn is moving on to NBC. The Peep Show continues. Now that we have had holiday vagina, when are they going to bring in the stripper pole?

Oops! Megyn Calls The Huckster's Show A Naughty Word

::: chanting :::

What do we want? Facts in Media. 
When do we want them? Now!

Hey hey Megyn K.
How many lies did you tell today?

I don't know but I've been told: 
Megyn's thong is stuffed with gold.

Got that gold by telling lies. 
For FUX Snooze that I despise.

Megyn Kelly get on down. 
Get on down to Goebbels Town.

Hey hey Megyn K.
How many lies did you tell today?

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Paul Kantner has taken the Starship Beyond

Paul Kantner has died. I want 2016 to stop soon. What a horrible year this has become.

Try watch on full screen 480pi - turn out the lights..., written by Kantner, Slick, Balin- Musicians :Paul Kantner: Vocals, guitar, Grace Slick : Vocals, piano,Jerry Garcia : Lead guitar, Harvey Brooks : Bass, David Crosby : Vocals, Graham Nash : Vocals, Bill Kreutzman : Percussion - Images editing : Celso Eduardo Franco maio 2012

What you gonna do when you feel your lady rollin'
How you gonna feel when you see your lady strollin'
On the deck of the starship
With her head hooked into Andromeda
C'mon Hijack
Gotta get back and ahead to the things that matter
Amerika hates her crazies
And you gotta let go you know
gotta let go you know
gotta let go you know
gotta let go you know or else you stay
Hydroponic gardens and forests
Glistening with lakes in the Jupiter starlite
Room for babies and Byzantine dancing astronauts of renown
The magician and the pantechnicon
Take along the farmer and the physician
We gotta get out and down
Back into the future
Beyond our own time again
Reachin' for tomorrow
It's so fine Starshine

Dear Brumus, the ship'll be ours and you got to roll with it
Though your master's head's blown off you got to go with it
Roll with the natural flow
Like water off a spinning ball
Out - the one remaining way to go
Free - the only way to fall
The light in the night is the sun
And it can carry you around the planetary ground
And the planetary whip of the sun
Will carry you well past Gideon
And the people you see will leave you be
more than the ones you've known before
Hey - rollin' on
We come and go like a comet
We are wanderers
Are you anymore?
The land is green and you make it grow
And you gotta let go you know
You gotta let go you know
You gotta let go you know
Or else you stay
At first
I was irridescent
I became transparent
I was essense

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Tuesday, December 27, 2016

The Well Dressed Marcher - The Pussy Hat Project.

Okay, we have time to make what the well dressed person will wear to the March on Washington or your local March - a PUSSY hat.

There are patterns for KNIT CROCHET SEW. Most are fast and easy because we do not have much time.


Use #pussyhat to post your hat, or the one your GrandMa or boyfriend made for you. 

Pussyhat Project was co-founded by Krista Suh and Jayna Zweiman.

Saturday, December 24, 2016

I hear this song and JOY spills out my eyes and runs down my cheeks.

“God has no religion...Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.” ― Mahatma Gandhi

Pushing Back on the White Guy? - UPDATE

Uncle Carl is at it again. And again.

"Batta le manine
Ora viene papà
Si prendere confitine
Carlo si mangerà!" - Nursery Rhyme

Carl Paladino Wishes President Obama Dead Of Mad Cow And Michelle To Live With An Ape

New York Trump Campaign Chair Tells #NeverTrump Delegate She Should Be Hanged For Treason

Carl baby, you ain't white. Your Grandfather had the KKK burning crosses at his house. STFU Carl Paladino. You are an embarrassment to Italian Americans. Uncle Carl is the second person interviewed in this clip - for balance no doubt. 
"There were a number of things that surprised me in my initial research. I knew something about our nation's early antipathy toward Catholics and Italians, but I had not fully appreciated the depth of that antagonism. For example, the largest mass lynching in U.S. history took place in New Orleans in 1891 — and it wasn't African-Americans who were lynched, as many of us might assume. It was Italian-Americans.
After nine Italians were tried and found not guilty of murdering New Orleans Police Chief David Hennessy, a mob dragged them from the jail, along with two other Italians being held on unrelated charges, and lynched them all. The lynchings were followed by mass arrests of Italian immigrants throughout New Orleans, and waves of attacks against Italians nationwide."  Read more...
- Author Ed Falco wrote "The Family Corleone," a "prequel" to Mario Puzo's crime family classic, "The Godfather."

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Sign of the Month - December 2016 - Womb Nazis with Music

Womb Nazis prepared for the day's operations with signs, lunch, extra clothing, cheat sheets, etc. Yes, that is a pun (several puns) and I committed it.

Photograph came from Every Saturday Morning. You can see more signs at the link.

The folks who carry the signs a woman has to walk past just going in for a pap smear, a prescription for contraception, or an abortion.
George Carlin: Why is it that most of the people who are against abortion are people you wouldn't want to fuck in the first place?