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Monday, August 21, 2017

The Whoo-ers are back. - Real Philadelphia

I said I am back but I lied. Now I am really back. And so are the flora and fauna. I forget where we were. Did I tell you the Street Pharmacy & SRO hotel had a bad fire? 

Wasn't two weeks before I saw a Pimpster and a couple of employees trying the location out. They gone. Now people are living in the smoky rooms again. I saw Stephanie Hugs and got my morning medicine. I met her just after she got clean and new teeth. Using again 2 years later. I like her so much. I am hoping I die before she does. Touch and go. Sketchy like my Muse.

Speaking of hugs, Lady Hugs is moving to Maryland. Better school system for her daughter she says. Makes me sad. I have lived in Plum Hovel for 13 years now and I keep losing neighbors.

to be continued

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Signs of the Month with Music - August 2017

# hashtag of the month #EmptyThePews.



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Fascism is not new. We must fight it whenever and where we encounter it. The song "Bella ciao" was sung by the anti-fascist resistance movement active in Italy between 1943 and 1945. The author of the lyrics is unknown; the music and spirit of the song is based on a folk song sung by rice-weeders on the River Po basin in the early part of the 20th century -- "Alla mattina appena alzata". A version of this song was recorded for music researchers by Italian folk singer Giovanna Daffini in 1962.



Thursday, August 17, 2017

The Surrender of General R. E. Lee to General U.S. Grant

Note: Repeating because of increased interest it the era. Published April 9, 2010

Today is the 150th anniversary of the surrender of General Robert E. Lee to General Ulysses S. Grant which ended the military phase of the American Civil War.

To mark the occasion, Bede's Beat brings you a sample of Kurt Weill's settings of four of Walt Whitman Civil War poems.



Shortly after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor and the German declaration of war against the U.S., Kurt Weill -- who had fled Nazi Germany in 1933 and moved to the U.S. in 1935 -- began to set three of Walt Whitman's Civil War poems to music.

The poems Weill chose form a cycle which was completed by the addition of the setting of a fourth poem in 1947.

The first poem, Beat! Beat! Drums!, begins the cycle with an enthusiastic martial call to arms. The middle part of the cycle is devoted to the inevitable result of war: death.

The second, O Captain! My Captain!, about death of a leader in time of war, proved prophetic.


The third poem, Come Up from the Fields Father uses the imagery of autumn and the harvest to presage the grief of a mother upon learning of her son’s death -- a reminder of the toll of war on the home front.

The cycle concludes with Dirge for Two Veterans, and the contrast of Whitman's lament with the first poem in the cycle is reflected in music for each: while the first movement is sprightly, martial and optimistic, the final poem is set to a funeral march. 


Wednesday, August 16, 2017

I could not watch this all the way through.

A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more. Jeremiah 31:15
What is White heritage? Jello? Wonder Bread? Velveeta? Slavery? Civi War?

I am redhead with blue eyes. My Grandparents, Polish and Italian, did not speak English when they came here in early 1900s. I am not checking the CAUCASIAN box on the census anymore. This is white heritage? I am going to check OTHER. Or write in HUMAN.


There are only two sides in the dance of protesting and it is easy to see who is what. By this test, antifa does not make the set (GOODIES).
BADDIES = masks, baseball bats, torches, brass knuckles, fists/feet, shields.
GOODIES = signs, songs, clergy robes, nonviolent conscientious objection, sermons.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Charlottesville Mess Explained in Plain English

Attorney Antonio Moore discusses the Charlottesville Virginia Protest clashes between protestors. Moore uses the lens of American history and slavery to provide a view into why the clashes occurred and what to expect going forward under President Donald Trump.

Antonio Moore graduated from UCLA & Loyola Law School. He is a Emmy nominated producer of the documentary Crack in the System that aired on Al Jazeera.





Thursday, August 10, 2017

God Told Me to Murder People


Matthew 15:18 But the things that come out of a person’s mouth come from the heart, and these defile them.
Robert Jeffress argument for incinerating thousands of people is 'God told us would be kool.'


That is the same argument the mentally ill use to justify actions like stabbing six people and murdering a fifteen year old girl.


“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
Charles Bukowski

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

I looked up PERVERSE.


I can be deliberately perverse. I am contrary, difficult, unreasonable, uncooperative, unhelpful, obstructive, disobliging, recalcitrant, stubborn, obstinate, obdurate, mulish, pigheaded, bullheaded and refractory like any other human being. I do not play well with others.

I prefer being cheerful and cooperative. I like the way it feels. And like all human beings, I can choose to be the Devil or the Angel me.

I think it is hysterical that the Trump administration DOJ has taken the position in Ohio that not voting regularly is going to void one's voter registration. Trump is obsessed with losing the popular vote.
The Trump administration redoubled its support on Monday for efforts to remove people from voter registration rolls, siding with the state of Ohio in a case that could allow states to cancel registrations for voters who fail to cast a ballot over the course of several elections. Read more...
Folks are perverse. Many people who never voted before or voted sporadically will now VOTE with all their might just to fuck the Trump administration. When folks vote in greater numbers, Democrats win. This Trump action is the same as loading up the old Glock and shooting yourself in the foot. Donald J Trump - deal maker extraordinaire.

And the Russians are reading me again. How odd. Leola B. Wilson and Coot Grant: Vocals.


Saturday, August 5, 2017

Where is Benjamin Franklin when you need to talk to him? - UPDATE

Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch. Liberty is a well-armed lamb contesting the vote. - Benjamin Franklin 
Congress is not at all interested in what the American people want. And they have no plans to give us anything we want. That becomes more obvious by the day and the event

And the government (yours and mine) is working on robot soldiers to kill a lot of us when:
    Scott Olsen - Getty Images

  1. climate change produces riots because of famine and lack of potable water everywhere or 
  2. there is an "American Spring." Mass civil rights demonstrations and food riots are so messy. 
Governments are planning to kill you and me only if necessary, of course. And they have the machines to do us now in great numbers. Right now. And they are working on improving them. And they have secret courts.

So stop with the "lizard people" and "they coming to take our guns, RickyBoy" conspiracy theories and wake up. Just because you are paranoid does not mean no one is following you. Wake the fuck up, World. We all have a big problem. A problem not amenable to retaliatory force. And we cannot solve it if we do not help each other.


UPDATE: Nobody read this much. Most folks probably dismissed my concern because they think I am a crackpot.

I am a crackpot. So the only argument I can extend is continuing to provide information. Talk me down. I am scared.

Progress on developing armed robot soldiers is continuing. As this article from WIRED asserts. I do not know what Franklin's concept of "well-armed" could be when we are confronted with such golems.

Killer Robots With Automatic Rifles Could Be on the Battlefield in 5 Years
“They’re not just tools, but members of the squad. That’s the goal,” Lt. Col. Willie Smith, chief of Unmanned Ground Vehicles at Fort Benning told Computerworld. “A robot becoming a member of the squad, we see that as a matter of training.”


UPDATE 2: 
Military Researchers Develop Corpse-Eating Robots
From the file marked “Evidently, many scientists have never seen even one scary sci-fi movie”: The Defense Department is funding research into battlefield robots that power themselves by eating human corpses. What could possibly go wrong?
UPDATE 3:
If the Atlantic is writing about robots, robot weaponry and other golems, I guess I am not crazy paranoid after all.

If the Robots Kill Us, It's Because It's Their Job

Don't kill us, guys.
UPDATE 4:
Is this a mosquito? 

No. It's an insect spy drone for urban areas, already in production, funded by the US Government. It can be remotely controlled and is equipped with a camera and a microphone. It can land on you, and it may have the potential to take a DNA sample or leave RFID tracking nanotechnology on your skin. It can fly through an open window, or it can attach to your clothing until you take it in your home. 

Read more At http://www.snopes.com/photos/technology/insectdrone.asp#pQ6D2qlAHs9yrW0o.99




Thursday, August 3, 2017

CUSS OUT THROWDOWN

These videos will go a way toward improving the CUSS-ABILITY of the average American. A good CUSS OUT is an Art.

There are 429 swear words in Pulp Fiction. You can figure out the plot from just the cussing.

And it seems the Guyanese and Irish are Cuss Artists of the first rank. Cussing, to be effective, must have a rhythm and range. 








Tuesday, August 1, 2017

I am going to finish the play.

I just cannot work right now. I can fart around on twitter because it gives me instant gratification.

I was trucking - doing great after my fall. A doctor told me I could do better with a brace for my foot. I got the fucking brace. Wearing the brace put my back out. I had to go and get injections in my back for pain relief. I was also prescribed pain and anti anxiety meds.

Even if you take them as prescribed, meds tend to build up in your brain and body. I get to being unsteady on my feet. My back does not hurt so no more pain meds. But the other meds help me sleep. I am going cold turkey and I have been awake all night. Gaaaahhhhh! I hope to go to sleep soon. No pills for me.

The good news is - I walk to the bodega without my cane. I am back on the buses. Fired up. Ready to go.  Click the LOVE picture to get to Indivisible PHL.


Saturday, July 29, 2017

The Russians are reading here again. Why? Speak up Russia. Do not be shy. Maybe I am teaching you люди colloquial American English?  

Thursday, July 27, 2017

My Impeachment Play Redux

In 1998, I wrote a short play that was about IMPEACHMENT and modern civilization, sort of.

I sent it to the City Theatre 10 minute Play Contest in Wilmington DE. It was selected for production. I guess it was good. Audience gave me my first standing ovation.

I have not looked at the play for years now and I do not remember what is really in it. I am going to resurrect it here on my blog and see if it relates in any way to the Dumpster fiasco. Maybe rewrite it. This is what you might call an ongoing and interactive post.

I acknowledge the Title may be ridiculous. Maybe even the first line is terrible. Okay no maybe about it. The first line is terrible. I hope for criticism and assistance from you, Cher Readers. See below.

M&Ms or Marketing, Mania and the Millennium

A Short Pas de Deux for Characters Bella and Donna

Bella:
Occasionally I interrupt the contemplation of my navel, feel the need of companionship, call Donna and we make our way to a neighborhood bar in Frankford affectionately known to Regulars as The Toilet.

Donna:
Bella and I sit near a large picture window (decorated for all holidays) through which one may watch exotic flora and fauna stroll Frankford Avenue under the EL.


Bella:
We noticed this Lady standing on the corner under the streetlight. A white Cadillac pulls up, Lady gets in the car and twenty minutes later she is back on the corner tucking bucks under her wig. Then a Lexus pulls up, Lady gets in and back at her spot. Up pulls a new black Lincoln, 15 minutes. Next, a Jaguar and back at her spot.

Donna:
We wondered, given stamina, what else that Lady got going on. So Bella casually mooches outside and lends an ear to the proceedings.

Bella:
Lady works it so fine. Whenever a guy in a fancy car and a $50.00 haircuts rides by, Lady hikes up her skirt and hollers...

Bella and Donna:
"Hey Bab-eee-ee, scratch and sniff."

Donna:
Thundering revelation! What that Lady has going on is Marketing. She selling the same old product everybody else on Frankford Ave. is selling - SIN - but she has Hot New Copy. 

Bella:
This is a perfect demonstration that the dominant zeitgeist of our era is Illusion and its uses.

Donna: (squirts her with a water pistol)
You said zeitgeist. You do not even know how to pronounce it.

Bella and Donna:
Sell the sizzle, not the steak!

TO BE CONTINUED... First self criticism is the advertising refs are dated. However, in argument, these are marketing aphorisms even now, I think. They are so googlable. Going to add some stage directions now as this is a dance for two as well as a play on/in words. This is work. SOMEBODY SEND MONEY. Okay back to work.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Philadelphia Cops Suck Scrofulous Donkey Dick - Update

Twice I have had the police in my backyard with guns drawn chasing adolescent criminals.

Today they came out in force to chase down a carjacker who also shot at a cop, they say. Boy had no gun on him that I saw.

When their own are down, they come out in force. Dozens of cops. SWAT, HELICOPTERS, SHOTGUNS.

When you call them because a crazy person is inside of your house, trashing it and punching your kid, and you are outside trying to stay safe, they do not come for hours if they come at all.

They never come to our block except to intimidate, once my daughter coming home from work. Cops illegally searched her, cussed her, frightened her. They call that investigation. Insofar as good cops cover for bad cops, there are no good cops.

I went out first and saw them tackling the young man. I said DO NOT HURT HIM, I AM WATCHING. They ordered me to get back in the house.

I was scared. They had their guns out. They ordered me to go inside. I said No; I am standing on my own property. I was alone at first.

Then one of my neighbors came out and started yelling at them. They are rude and she was Black so they told her GET A JOB.

She yells I GOT A JOB BITCHES. I JUST CAME HOME AND I WAS TRYING TO SLEEP. YOU DESTROYING MY PEACE. Never insult a black woman like that. I never heard such cussing in my life. It was a thing of beauty. And loud.

Then my daughter came out and started screaming at them. There were more than a dozen of them and several cars. Daughter is screaming NAZIS and JACKBOOTED THUGS and now several neighbors are screaming GET OFF OUR BLOCK.

I was so angry and scared I was trembling. Daughter made me take an Ativan.

Update: Here is a cop story surprisingly like my cop story. Hmmm. Is this the new yelling STOP RESISTING to cover beating people senseless? Seems I am not the only one in Philly angry at the police. I like it when the Universe confirms that, while I do have a mental illness, I am not crazy.



Saturday, July 22, 2017

KILLER TRUMP the Hair Furor - Signs of the Month - July 2017

Nota bene: I feel odd that the most folks reading me today after I have come back from Crazed Country are...wait for it...Russians. Why do they read me? Why? I have read Marx. Russians do not even read Marx. Dobroye vremya, putinskoye der'mo.

"Use a picture. It's worth a thousand words." - Arthur Brisbane



Trump fired figurative bullets at me. I saw it on cable. Here are some figurative responses from Artists known and unknown. I give credit when I can find it.

Conversation on the net is a 'vast wasteland.' Every where you go you meet another DIS INFORMATION ROBOT - human or mechanical - accusing (somebody anybody everybody) but Trump of unethical behavior. So you can choose: Russian, Repub or KKK?

I wonder as I suffer PTSD from all the Republican 'punishment' that is coming to me and my daughters, are others as angry and anxious as I am? Do they see the historic parallels?

This image on right is the work of Pegasus Street Artist. He got death threats. Read more at the link.









Artists Refa One, left, and Fulani Carter, both from Oakland collaborate on a mural they call 'Chump Change' off Telegraph Avenue in Oakland, Calif., on Thursday, March 3, 2017. They finish the mural in preparation for First Friday where they hope to have attendees throw pennies, dimes and nickels at the mural. (Laura A. Oda/Bay Area News Group)


Prominent worldwide magazine covers. I love graphic Art. Read more...


Sunday, July 9, 2017

Weighing the Grocery and Soda Tax in Philly

UPDATE: Soda tax is tanking says Philly.com.

I oppose it. You are taxing the wrong folks. Tax the Corporate Suits, not the poor and middle class. 

Tax the sugary drink and snack makers who make beaucoup money and socialize the costs of doing business. Convenient and disposable? Their detritus is on every street corner for the people and the City to clean up. Got the courage to sue Nestle Coke Frito Lay etc., Mayor Kenney? It will make you famous. Come on, Dude. This is Filthydelphia. Let us lead on this. 

I am tired of cleaning up the chip bags and drink containers that flow downhill from Frankford Avenue and clog the sewers and filthy the sidewalks. It costs our City money to collect this garbage and dispose of it. Make the Corporate Persons pay their fair share.  


Pay attention. Reality is. These folks will tell you all about what is happening to our watersheds. It is not good. 




Sunday, July 2, 2017

Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster

Give us this day our daily Pasta. And deliver us from spaghetti-Os. For thine is the semolina, the boiling water, and the sauce. 

Yea, though I walk through the Valley of McDonalds, I will fear no McRib, for thou art al dente. Thy sauce and thy cheese they comfort me. Thou sitteth on the table before me in the presence of chianti. My wine glass runneth over.

Surely goodness and linguine shall follow me all the days of my life. And I will dwell with and praise The Flying Spaghetti Monster forever. RAmen.

Penne for your thoughts?


Saturday, June 17, 2017

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

Update:
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“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.