Saturday, November 12, 2016

TRUMP gets served at Nick's Place. For you, Nick. Wish you were here.


There once was a blowhard named Trump
Who went on the political stump.
But the man's evil vision
Led to hair cut derision
And the view his head's up his rump.


Click for more Meathead Portraits


God bless you, Sgt. Shamar Thomas. I know S/he does.

I am feeling kind of challenged in my HATE THE COPS stance. Here is why and here below is a video of what an Iraq Veteran thinks about peaceful protesters and the role of the Police - notice the capitalization and the respectful address. I remembered this video from Occupy Manhattan.
Standing Rock, North Dakota — Widespread outrage over both the construction of the Dakota Access Pipeline and violent police crackdowns rages on. That outrage is spreading even to police agencies now returning from deployment to the reservation. Two departments have already refused to return, citing personal and public objections. As if that wasn’t enough, an army of sympathizers is re-purposing social media to combat police efforts in Standing Rock. Read more...
Ron Hemming, who reportedly is a retired deputy in Washington, shared his thoughts:
“As a retired deputy in Washington state, I would have refused to go on a detail such as this. As I am also part native blood, I stand with my relatives on the front line protecting the water from the black snake. Be safe. Stay strong." Read more...

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

I am amazed and know not what to say. - Hermia, Wm. Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream


We have elected someone crazier than I am to be President of the United States of America. And I am fucking crazy. I mean, I am some people shun me crazy. Madder than a shithouse rat crazy. 

God save us. For more immediate assistance:

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
Call 1-800-273-8255
Available 24 hours everyday
There is also chat available, though I would recommend hearing a human voice.
chat.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/...

Monday, November 7, 2016

Forward! - Sign of the Month - November 2016

From time to time in America a bodhisattva appears. A man or woman whose honesty gleams. A human who is endowed with brains, compassion, a sense of humor, courage and oratory. 

One great human runs for POTUS and loses several times. That human is the American Socialist Party candidate in the four candidate election of 1916. And last night he was waving to me in my dream.

I am thinking of Eugene Victor Debs today because he said this and we need to remember who we are today, I think. And where we need to go. 
I am not a Labor Leader; I do not want you to follow me or anyone else; if you are looking for a Moses to lead you out of this capitalist wilderness, you will stay right where you are. I would not lead you into the promised land if I could, because if I led you in, some one else would lead you out. You must use your heads as well as your hands, and get yourself out of your present condition; as it is now the capitalists use your heads and your hands.
As quoted in "Life of Eugene V. Debs" by Stephen Marion Reynolds, in Debs : His Life, Writings and Speeches (1908) edited by Bruce Rogers and Stephen Marion Reynolds, p. 71.

This was Debs ultimate goal.
The united vote of those who toil and have not will vanquish those who have and toil not, and solve forever the problems of democracy.
"In other words,"We are stronger together." - Hillary Clinton. I believe that. But I know that we "must use our heads." Debs was under no delusions about the American political parties.
The Republican and Democratic parties, or, to be more exact, the Republican-Democratic party, represent the capitalist class in the class struggle. They are the political wings of the capitalist system and such differences as arise between them relate to spoils and not to principles.
I am going to vote for Hillary. And then I am going to keep on working for my country. I am going to use my head and my hands. Nobody is perfect. We must have a Republic and we must keep it. Hat tip to B. Franklin. Democracy is work. The Bernie Revolution is ongoing. No slacking.

The revolution will not be televised. - Gil Scott-Heron


“Everybody can be great...because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love.” - Martin Luther King, Jr.

"Change comes from power, and power comes from organization. In order to act, people must get together." - Saul Alinsky, Rules for Radicals, p. 113


Saturday, October 29, 2016

Redneck Speaks to My Condition

CLICK ME !
My folks had a chicken farm in rural Robbinsville, NJ in the middle 1940s.

I know what it is like to use a burlap sack as a sunshade or umbrella and pick potatoes out of the ground all morning. The Sun is brutal. After I started crying, my folks put me in the barn where I could harass the kittens. I was four maybe. And they went back to picking.

My parent's grew Tomatoes for Campbell's Soup in Camden and Eggs and Chickens for all comers.

So even though I am an immigrant's Pole/Wop child from New Jersey, I claim honorable redneck status. I know about ridicule because you talk funny. I know about living off the Earth and reading books. Jeffersonian. This man speaks to my condition.



Traditional Art / Paintings / Still Life©2016 ab39z

Friday, October 21, 2016

I Loves Me Some Nasty Women. Been there and done that.

Always Unsuitable

She wore little teeth of pearls around her neck.
They were grinning politely and evenly at me.
Unsuitable they smirked. It is true

I look a stuffed turkey in a suit. Breasts
too big for the silhouette. She knew
at once that we had sex, lots of it

as if I had strolled into her diningroom
in a dirty negligee smelling gamy
smelling fishy and sporting a strawberry

on my neck. I could never charm
the mothers, although the fathers ogled
me. I was exactly what mothers had warned

their sons against. I was quicksand
I was trouble in the afternoon. I was
the alley cat you don't bring home.

I was the dirty book you don't leave out
for your mother to see. I was the center-
fold you masturbate with then discard.

Where I came from, the nights I had wandered
and survived, scared them, and where
I would go they never imagined.

Ah, what you wanted for your sons
were little ladies hatched from the eggs
of pearls like pink and silver lizards

cool, well behaved and impervious
to desire and weather alike. Mostly
that's who they married and left.

Oh, mamas, I would have been your friend.
I would have cooked for you and held you.
I might have rattled the windows

of your sorry marriages, but I would
have loved you better than you know
how to love yourselves, bitter sisters.

Copyright 1999 Early Grrrl: the Early Poems of Marge Piercy Leapfrog Press



Tuesday, October 18, 2016

MOLON LABE PUSSY GRABBERS - Sign of the Month October 2016

Monsters by Andrea Dietrich

Monsters live in houses, like you and I. 
They eat and sleep and go to work each day. 
They laugh and they feel pain.
Perhaps they cry!

They have different games they like to play.
They need to have control.
Therefore, most seek a victim
who is young or not so strong.

They think they are almighty,
but their mind is weak. 
Depraved, they pay no heed to right or wrong. 
They may seem crude, but some of them are slick. The ones with brains play too well at their game.

All monsters love what normal folks find sick. 
They brutalize and rape, and feel no shame. Beware! One could be living on your street or be that charming guy you’ve chanced to meet!



Monday, October 10, 2016

::: pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy :::

Take this as an invitation to show us your precious pussy. Meow. A picture of your cat will do. Heh. Or find us another pussy song and post it in the comments.

Photograph is a flower Hydnora africana.

Hydnora africana is an plant native to southern Africa that is parasitic on the roots of members of the Euphorbiaceae family. The plant grows underground, except for a fleshy flower that emerges above ground and emits an odor of feces to attract its natural pollinators, dung beetles, and carrion beetles. The flowers act as traps for a brief period retaining the beetles that enter, then releasing them when the flower is fully opened.





Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Crooked Hillary

I am voting for Crooked Hillary. Crooked Trump gets caught. I like people who do not get caught.

Now that mess is dealt with, this is why we must persevere and wear the name Social Justice Warrior with pride. The children are watching us and weeping.
Thus saith the LORD; A voice was heard in Ramah, lamentation, and bitter weeping; Rachel weeping for her children refused to be comforted for her children, because they were not. Jeremiah 31:15


Saturday, October 1, 2016

Van Gogh Paintings Recovered

2 Stolen Van Gogh Recovered By Anti-Mafia Police In Italy
September 30, 2016
CAMILA DOMONOSKE 
Anti-mafia police in Naples, Italy, have recovered two paintings by Vincent van Gogh that were stolen from a museum in Amsterdam more than a decade ago.
The Van Gogh Museum announced Friday that a curator inspected the two works, at the request of Italian authorities, and 'drew a firm conclusion: They are the real paintings!' 
The director of the Van Gogh Museum, Axel Rüger, said the museum owed a debt of gratitude to Dutch and Italian authorities. 'The paintings have been found!' he said in a statement. 'That I would be able to ever pronounce these words is something I had no longer dared to hope for.' Read more...
I traveled to the Brooklyn Museum to see the Van Gogh exhibit. I had to stand in a long line of art lovers cheek by jowl. 


Wednesday, September 28, 2016

I Got a Flu Shot and What is Truth?

It tired me out that shot. I can I do nothing but have flan for breakfast. I like it when my day starts with a laugh and the joke has historical precedent.

Did your Mom fall for "Not my fault. It was Jimmy who made me do it. Honest, Mom, I did not want to."?
"No matter what is said up there (in Newark), I had no knowledge prior to or during these lane realignments," Christie said. "I had no role in authorizing it. I had no knowledge of it. And there has been no evidence ever put forward that I did." - Chris Christie
and an oldie but a goody.
In the presence of English Barons, Henry II—who is now utterly vexed by Becket's actions—cries out: Will no one rid me of this troublesome priest? Believing the King meant for Becket to be murdered, four knights ride to Canterbury Cathedral and kill Becket on December 29, 1170.
Murder of Thomas Becket - Awesome Stories
and a nothing with a tautology
The way to stop discrimination on the basis of race is to stop discriminating on the basis of race. - John G. Roberts Jr.  
See what happened when the Roberts court did that and what I predicted here and what happened here. 
What is truth?...I am innocent of the blood of this just person; see ye to it. - Pontius Pilate
Evidently this is tradition. It is somebodys other than the real perpetrator who should take care of the mess. We take good care of and give money to the mass poisoner and ignore the poisoned with our taxes. The Big Mahoff never goes to jail. It is no longer a sane strategy to be law abiding in the USA.


Sunday, September 25, 2016

Any man can lose his hat in a fairy-wind. - Irish Proverb - UPDATE

John Michael Gray of The Hat Sisters has gone to glory. Rest in Peace and Feathers. A GoFundMe site has been set up to help Gray’s husband and Hat Sisters partner defray medical expenses. From the page:
In time of great social turbulence, profound illness, isolation and heartbreak in the gay community, John Michael Gray and Tim O’Connor created an extrodinary and heroic presence, by creating flamboyant works of fascinator haberdashery. The Hat Sisters joyously and generously entertained people from all walks of life with their unique and artistic fashion statement. They did not walk away from controversy. They walked towards acceptance, breaking down barriers of prejudice wherever they went. Just as they walked for us then, we will walk for them now.
I need to get out more. I just found The Hat Sisters. They have been making hats for fun, charity and each other for 30 years. I love hats. The Hat Sisters could be seen in their natural habitat at Carnival in Provincetown in July for many years. 




Friday, September 23, 2016

Filth and Dirt - Censorship and Poetry

Disqus is an internet comment system I use on my blog.

Dear doG, I hate internet censorship with all my heart and soul. Disqus channels' robot censor suspends Charles Bukowski. A Poetry site. He is unacceptable. I wonder if he will ever get out of PENDING. 

I tell you the truth, I cannot live in a world where Bukowski is unacceptable and I cannot use the word SLUT in a bit of Doggerel. I wonder if I will ever get out of PENDING.

Here is my doggy silly transgression:
Suckabee!
He's oozing all over me.
Fat right winger on a spree,
Peddling God for the GOP.

Suckabee!
Calling me 'slut' for a fee,
To takeThe Pill from me,
Peddling shame and eternity.

Suckabee!
Left FUX Snooze TV,
To run for the Presidency
An act of cupidity.

Refrain:
Just ignore the crucifix in the parlor.
Suckabuck sells Jesus for the dollar.
Here is what the great Bukowski is not allowed to say. And he is such a cute old guy. I think he was old when he was young. And he got younger when he got older.

Ultimately, when I think about it, I have been pretty unacceptable at times. When you are bipolar, you tend unacceptable. So take the grain of salt with the whining.

Back To The Machine Gun - Poem by Charles Bukowski

I awaken about noon and go out to get the mail
in my old torn bathrobe.
I'm hung over
hair down in my eyes
barefoot
gingerly walking on the small sharp rocks
in my path
still afraid of pain behind my four-day beard.

the young housewife next door shakes a rug
out of her window and sees me:
"hello, Hank!"

god damn! it's almost like being shot in the ass
with a .22

"hello," I say
gathering up my Visa card bill, my Pennysaver coupons,
a Dept. of Water and Power past-due notice,
a letter from the mortgage people
plus a demand from the Weed Abatement Department
giving me 30 days to clean up my act.

I mince back again over the small sharp rocks
thinking, maybe I'd better write something tonight,
they all seem
to be closing in.

there's only one way to handle those motherfuckers.

the night harness races will have to wait.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Teenager Cold Cocks a Pervert and Gets Arrested - UPDATE




Teenager Cold Cocks a Pervert

I love this. I would do the same to any sexpig Preacher. 

There is a difference between Law and Justice. The Pervert Preacher got justice; Tabitha Brubaker got law.

You go, Tabitha Brubaker. Such a satisfying sound that bat makes. I wonder if the pervert came when she connected?

This Pervert Preacher denounces homosexuality and holds signs telling young women they deserve rape for not being true Christians.

Brother Dean posted YouTube video of his demonstration at Apollo High School. In the video, Dean admits he is often confronted and yelled at. He uses a megaphone to tell students they're going to hell.

It is too bad they do not teach Machiavelli in high school. 
People should either be caressed or crushed. If you do them minor damage they will get their revenge; but if you cripple them there is nothing they can do. If you need to injure someone, do it in such a way that you do not have to fear their vengeance. ― Niccolò Machiavelli
Her big mistake was that she rendered her act without thinking things through. She didn't plan accordingly to deliver her brand of "street justice" without getting caught. Perhaps she should have toked a bit more and thought it through.
All she had to do was a little homework, casing, observation, and planning.
Wait outside his place of employ/home/worship, etc after dusk donning dark clothing, leather gloves, a ski mask and a tire iron. Simply wait for him to exit into the outdoors. Ski mask over face, walk over, deliver karma across kneecaps, and cleanly escape into the night via a pre-planned getaway scheme. Lay low for a couple of days, say nothing to no one, no posts on FB, no tweets about it... discard any forensic evidence ala Dexter style... boom... done. Maybe she learned a few things for next time. :P
Listen to all the shyte this pervert said to children. No need to wait for the thunk. You can scroll to the end and listen a couple of times to the nice solid connection Tabitha made with a good ash bat. 

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Jokes from God

I write Comedy and Plays among other things like this Blog. Sometimes the jokes just write themselves.

Example: this conversation about

"Did Bill Clinton bump uglies with Liz Gurley while Hillary was in the room next door?"

on a right wing blog. Authoritarians worry about these things. This conversation is verbatim.
PLUM:
Our Bill, he's a slut and I love him.
XYZ:
he's also probably had to deal with his share of STD's and I would be surprised if his 'tool' has shriveled up and fell off by now. What a disgusting pig of a man. God help us though because Oblamer is worse than him. Barry is a man slut. (sic)
PLUM:
You have a rich full fantasy life.
XYZ:
And you have your cranium up your distal alimentary canal.
PLUM:
Google "scat" and you will get what you so obviously want and need.
ABC:
I don't buy this crap. Bubba is a sex fiend but I don't think every woman in the world is susceptible to his serpent-tongued "sweet talking". I'm sure there are quite a few women who would vomit at the prospect.
XYZ:
One can only hope this is true but I think it is becoming more of a rarity. Even my ex-wife was "sweet talked" by some low life from the internet she met playing scrabble. Doesn't say much for her and the woman she has become. I'm with a woman now who I can confidently say would fall into that category of those "who would vomit at the prospect." She's a real lady, all woman and a total class act, so to speak.
PLUM:
I would do Bill Clinton in a New York minute. Let me at him. Sexiest man in the world. One of the smartest men in the world too. I envy Hillary bigtime.
XYZ:
You like perverts? He also has a few rapes under his belt. Wear a condom, don't want those nasty STD's!
PLUM:
Depends on the pervert. I do not like you.
I am writing a play (trying to write a play) about the politics and sociology of abortion/contraception in the USA. "What is funny about that?" you might ask. Good question. I was asking myself the same question. And coming up with nada.

People do not come to your plays if you bore them silly. All I have to do is plug this conversation among characters into the script with a bit of editing. Cracks me up. Scrabble? This is the wages of hanging out on message boards. Laughing my ass off.

Monday, September 12, 2016

It is a Kurt Vonnegut world. So it goes. - UPDATE - Monument go Boom!

Oh, a sleeping drunkard
Up in Central Park,
And a lion-hunter
In the jungle dark,
And a Chinese dentist, 
And a British queen--
All fit together 
In the same machine. 
Nice, nice, very nice;
Nice, nice, very nice;
Nice, nice, very nice--
So many different people
In the same device.
― Kurt VonnegutCat's Cradle
The Satanic Temple plans to erect a monument to Satan in Oklahoma. It may include an interactive display for children. This is the statue. Satanic Temple has proposed to erect it on the Capitol Building lawn near the Ten Commandments Monument recently erected at the State Capitol.


The ACLU is suing to take down the Ten Commandments Monument. And the Satanists say they do not have a problem with the Ten Commandments Monument as long as Satan gets equal time. The Atheists are suing the State because the Constitution...well you know.

Lord Hanuman moves the Mountain
Rajan Zed, president of the Universal Society of Hinduism, said in a statement that if the Oklahoma State Capitol was open to different monuments, "We would love to have a statue of Lord Hanuman, who was greatly revered and worshiped and known for incredible strength and was a perfect grammarian."

The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster has also expressed interest in erecting their own monument and have been denied. Get out the popcorn. This is going to be a hoot.

Touched by His Noodly Appendage


UPDATE: LMAO 
Ten Commandments Monument reduced to rubble. 

Quote: Reed allegedly told agents with the Secret Service that Satan made him crash his car into the statue. He also told agents that the devil told him to urinate on the monument. 

http://kfor.com/2014/10/24/ten-commandments-monument-at-oklahoma-capitol-reduced-to-rubble/

Quote: “The Satanic Temple was appalled to learn of the act of destructive vandalism laid upon the 10 Commandments monument in Oklahoma today. As many are aware, we are seeking to have a Satanic monument erected alongside the 10 Commandments — and only alongside the 10 Commandments. We do not want our monument to stand alone. If our monument stands at the state Capitol, we want it to compliment and contrast the 10 Commandments, with both standing unmolested as a testament to American religious freedom and tolerance. We hope that by respecting religious liberty in allowing our monument to be displayed, Oklahoma will help ameliorate any animosity between differing perspectives, not cultivate them.”

“To be clear, The Satanic Temple will not seek to erect its monument unless the 10 Commandments is restored.” Oklahoma City has the option to wait until the ACLU’s case regarding the legal status of the 10 Commandments is resolved before it permits its replacement. However, if the 10 Commandments is immediately reconstructed, our monument will be ready for unveiling quite soon.”

Monday, August 29, 2016

Life is Good or Drunk Ramblings

I got a bottle of Stella Artois and some decent doob. I got the Monday night quiets. And that is good. It is cooling down a bit outside.

Huma and Hillary prove the law. When a husband acts like a manwhore and follows his dick, it always his wife's sin/fault/responsibility. I get married and his dick becomes mine. I do not ever want to be a dicksitter.

Walter brought me a copy of the Polish paper and the St. John Cantius festival is happening again. Maybe I can find some old Polish Eagle to jump on. And I need real Polish food like a drunkard needs his booze.

I will give more information about the festival, but at the moment I am trashed. And happy about it. And dancing my ass on out here in internetland.







Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Super Mary Says No No! Musical Accompaniment Provided Below.

Flip Benham's float or march presentation entered into a Pride Day Parade celebration can be seen in the video below.

Tasteless and poorly rehearsed. No feathers. No body paint. At least Westboro has banners.

Flip Benham is the guy way in the back wearing jeans, white shirt, red tie, suspenders and large bay window. Muscle and Bullhorns. So phallic.

I cannot understand why some sweet slightly crippled old lady like me has not walked up to this fat ugly Benham dude all smiling, crucifix flying and kicked him square in his junk. 

One could roll up in one's wheelchair on one of the Twins, pretending to have found a rainbow dildo that has got you all twitterpated, and use your cane. Badda bing.

I admit that on manic days I advocate violence. I am a diagnosed nut. I do not hit people or disrespect them in real life. Only in my blog fantasy. What is Flip Benham and his Sons excuse? Why fret? They dissing folks for Jesus. We all know that is not good. Ain't Christian. But it is mighty Right.

Losing my Mind on Tuesday Afternoon

Very often the comments on my little essays are better than my remarks. A fine intelligent creative set of folks bless me with their company.

PhoebeQueen said something in the comments recently that spoke to my condition.
I understand people are testy. I can see it all around me. People have lost their fucking minds.
I saw my handsome Black neighbor waiting on the EL by chance. So we chatting. He looks me dead in the eyes and tells me he is voting for Trump. And grins.

Man is about 55 and he must work in some serious sort of job. Always spotless white shirt. Black suit. Never jeans. If he wears jeans on Saturday they are pressed.

I try to find out why. For him, like a lot of Trump's supporters, this is a big fuck you to Republicans and Congress. Race has nothing to do with it. Or party really. Democrats included. Bi partisan FUCK YOU.

I am giving him the whole whitebread civil rights argument and he is steady nodding. I asked him straight out "I can tell by your grin you are going to vote for the monster." His grin got bigger.

 "What have you got to lose?" asks Trump. And that is a good question.

Somebody tell this Hippy that my Neighbor is not correct. Tell me that the intelligent vote right now is not a big FUCK YOU in one form or another. Talk me down. I have lost my mind.

I get it. What is there to respect? Right now there is a Governor who is a proven poisoner of children and others. Public tax money is paying for his defense. He is wealthy; he will never see one day in prison. Nobody is fixing the poison pipes. We are paying, you and me, to save the Poisoner rather than stop the poisoning. I so get it. My Neighbor is correct. There needs to be a big FUCK YOU.


The Black Man who made this video knows where he stands and who he is. I am just a flaming ball of rage and sadness. Lady Shrink told me today that many folks are experiencing fear, sadness and rage during this endless disgusting campaign.

Fear and sadness and rage are contagious. Especially for those of us who are second generation Americans with Grandparents who immigrated here fleeing grinding poverty and/or war and Fascism. Lady Shrink says Do not Look. Disengage. But it is like a car wreck on the interstate. You cannot look away. I get it that the Black Men's forebears have been here, speaking English, longer than mine.

I learned a new phrase. Stochastic terrorism is the use of mass communications to incite random actors to carry out violent or terrorist acts that are statistically predictable but individually unpredictable. In short, remote-control murder by lone wolf. This is a disgusting election. It has to be over soon.

Comment from my Millennial Daughter:

The problem is for a long time politicians. especially GOPers, no matter how much they "want" to lower taxes, use taxpayers as one big endless slush fund. I think they act this way because taxes are taken out automatically. No citizen is trusted to pay them ourselves like we do gas and electric bills.

To be fair I like paying taxes for things like schools, roads, social programs whether I benefit from these things or not, and I appreciate not having to remember to pay them but I am incensed by the sheer piglike attitude of some state, local and sometimes federal politicians and their assumption that I am a cash bearing tree, ever fruitful and never in need of gardening care.

Do I want to fund a big war machine? No. Do I want to keep sending military aid to countries with so so human rights. No. If you "love America" then start speaking up about what taxes you don't like while shutting up and paying up. Don't just shout no more taxes.

Where do you live that money is not needed to keep the ball rolling? I don't want to hear some old man with no kids tell me he doesn't want his taxes to pay for public schools. Do you want to live in a nation full of idiots incapable of creating, thinking, or even defending our country. This isn't about "issues" its about common sense use of public money.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Smile with Music

Even though I am sick to death of this election, I am going to make telephone calls at the Democratic Party local headquarters on Wednesday night.

I give good phone. I used to work on the phone selling advertising for the Princeton Packet group of newspapers. I started in classified and won a prize selling the most Pick a Present ads at Christmas.

Never volunteered for a political party before. Did lots of volunteer church work. Trashmouth old me cleans up good if I have to. It is so hot that I spend most of my time at home in my undies. This was a good excuse to put on a skirt, some jewelry, a little Chanel.

I met Alvin, my section leader. He is 26 and cute. Too clean cut for me. I like the faintly evil type. August, the month of boredom and flies.

Art from Freaking News. 

Smile is based on an instrumental theme used in the soundtrack for the 1936 Charlie Chaplin movie Modern Times. Chaplin composed the music, inspired by Puccini's Tosca. John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons added the lyrics and title in 1954.




Sunday, August 14, 2016

Dead Comedians Sunday #4 - Buster Keaton

One who never smiled, carried a face as still and sad as a daguerreotype through some of the most preposterously ingenious and visually satisfying comedy ever invented. That was Buster Keaton.
James Agee in "Comedy's Greatest Era" in LIFE magazine (5 September 1949), p. 75
Buster Keaton is one of the great physical comedians. This short film used to be hard to find. All Keaton's work is now in the public domain. 

The seduction scene with Charlotte Greenwood is so funny, I almost choked from laughing so hard. Enjoy. The entire film was made by using Keaton's home as the set.




Monday, August 8, 2016

Signs of the Month - August 2016

Drawing by Avelict at Deviant Art. He draws hands often and this was my favorite. 

Twang my Magic Goggle Finger! 

ANTI TRUMP SIGNS. These signs were the ones I like the best.





Sunday, August 7, 2016

Dead Comedians Sunday #3 - Red Skelton Comic Genius

Red Skelton thought of himself a clown rather than a comic:
"A comedian goes out and hits people right on. A clown uses pathos. He can be funny, then turn right around and reach people and touch them with what life is like. I just want to be known as a clown, because to me that's the height of my profession. It means you can do everything—sing, dance and above all, make people laugh."
Red Skelton was also a fine painter and he sold a considerable amount of his work. See the illustration on the right entitled Holly Clown.






Saturday, August 6, 2016

FANghazi ! - Update

Skeletor rides again. I know PROGRESSIVES will whine now and call me looksist. Up their giggy. Implying Governor Rick Scott of Florida is a monster is right on point. See the article below. I think this would make a fabulous Halloween costume.

Better yet. Read the article in its entirety at the provided link. Then ask yourself:
Self - is this the kind of medical mind we want to have in charge of public health in the time of Ebola and antibiotic resistant Tuberculosis? And now Zika?
Essentially, Scott created a incurable virulent public disease vector to save money? So, how good is he on Zika? No good. Scott is offering Zika kits, we are told. Funny thing is, nobody knows where the kits are or how to get one.

I have been thinking and reading for awhile about this subject. If you feel like it, Cher Reader, kindly leave a comment and tell me what your Self thinks. I get lonely in the kitchen.

Despite a warning from the Centers for Disease Control, it's the latest move by the Florida governor to gut public services.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Help. I am Manic. I had to take an ativan.


I absolutely hate feeling this way. I can remember dancing for hours and hours to dance it away. Dance until you drop.

I had a newspaper columnist lover who wrote at home. He had a wooden floor and original 78s of folks like Nat King Cole. He would lend me his spare room and I would dance for hours. I miss him.

I ran my second husband over with a Volkswagen feeling this way. Hubby saw the look on my face and his face turned white. I floored it. He knew there was no way to outrun me and he looked around frantically for a savior. He saw a small wide ditch and dived for it. My wheels ran right the fuck over him. By the time I got ready for the second pass, he had made it to the house.

God saved me. Always had a soft spot for God after that. My child did not need to have a Mother in jail. Hubby stayed with me another 10 years. I often wonder who exactly was the crazy one? The whole thing was so sad.

So, all I have to say is, talk me down, Friends. I am lonesome, horny, maudlin and dangerous. Okay, Ativan kicking in. I will be napping in blessed peace and not stabbing anyone. Good thing. Be back later.


Sunday, July 31, 2016

Dead Comedians Sunday #2 - I will take France...ahem...Ukraine.

Time for some attitude adjustment. Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.
"I drank myself a thousand bottles of vodka. I celebrated night after night. They beat the crap out of me. I am now the Putin."
Rest in laughter, Jon and Milton.

Mort Sahl is still with us and going strong. See Milty give him a comedy lesson below.







Saturday, July 30, 2016

This election is making me crazed. How you doing?

The physicians at Penn are some of the best in the world. My psychiatrist is a Penn guy and just as smart as he can be. He has a silver white beard and he looks like a Jewish Santa Claus. He is funny and it feels good to just be around him. I mention his appearance because he said something interesting. "I believe in the old saying," he said "that after 50, one gets the face one deserves."

I rest his case. I tried hard to find one where Trump was not grimacing. Speaking as an actor, I wonder if Trump practices his expressions and head angles in a mirror, but I digress:

Top of Trump


Bottom of Trump


The Alternative. I tried to get one with neutral expression and wrinkles not air brushed away.


Hillz bottom.


No contest for me. What, Cher Reader, do you think? I know, the whole thing is ridiculous, right? At this point, nothing seems too ridiculous in light of what we have seen. Maybe Santa Claus is right. Here is how one artist sees it on Freaking News below.

I say: Let the debates begin! Some people say Trump is going to chicken out. This is the best election ever. Thank you, Santa, for my Ativan. My Russian readership just tripled. Any of my Russian readers want to tell me why? Can somebody translate what is on his cap?


Sunday, July 24, 2016

Hillz is here to save the day! Commonsense is on the way!

Video illustrates one of the reasons I am voting for Hillary Rodham Clinton for POTUS. Go Hillz! Balls of steel.


Hemorrhage and sepsis in childbirth and illegal abortion are the three leading causes of maternal death worldwide. Abortion and contraception, indeed a full spectrum of reproductive health care, are human rights.

Legislatures must not practice medicine. Trump says women must be punished for having an abortion. We will go back to that standard of reproductive healthcare over his dead body. Figuratively speaking of course. Fuck you, NSA.