MAGIC GOOGLE FINGER - TED CRUZ or Dancing the Sniveling Dip

So some brilliant comedian created the nickname TED OOZE for Ted Cruz. So funny I had to google it. This is what I found. I work to attribute work to the Artist but sometimes I can find nothing. Moral: sign your work always.

Ted Cruz...a poem
by a lot from Lydia

Ted Cruz tells Texas: fear Beto O’Rourke
He wants to take your guns, then your salt pork!
Be concerned, he’ll make us California!
Dye your hair, then remember… I warned ya
Of silicon… but I mean silicone
We’re the lone star state, just leave us alone
Don’t let smooth talker’s common sense dethrone
Me! We’re no tofupian, saxophone
Playing state. California ranked at 5
In world economies… who needs to thrive?
Be terrified, he’s ahead in the polls!
Vote for corruption… not cool guy Beto.

I am NOT shopping.

"Bah, humbug." - Ebenezer Scrooge

I remember when I loved shopping. My Nonna would get her shopping bag. She and I would go to Mazilli-Baptisti to buy Italian staples. There would be dried beans, chestnuts, and lentils in barrels. The smell of cheese and cured olives was overwhelming. Then we visit the Butcher. Then dish towels from the Lady-Who-Speaks-Italian-so-Fast I cannot understand her. Then the Baker where the scent of anise would make me faint with cookie anticipation. Shopping was a dignified sensual tour of the neighborhood. We got all the Chambersburg news and tangerines at Nelly's Fruit. It was the most exciting part of my week. I was about four when she started to take me shopping.

I am not shopping anymore. Shopping has lost its charm. Why? People are shooting each other in the stores. Every fricking thing for sale is made of or wrapped in plastic. You know, that stuff that is never going to biodegrade and is forming islands?  Most of the things that compose the seatrash were not even manufactured in the 50s. Somehow we lived without plastic bags. And lived well. The streets were clean even in poor neighborhoods. The beaches and the surf were pristine.

You know what happened to Mazilli-Baptisti? The last time I went there the place was dark, the door was ajar and there was almost no stock. It was dark and dank and smelled bad. Then the owners, the Grandsons, got busted for dealing cocaine in the 80s. "Mannagia America!" the old folks would say around the table.

I am not shopping. Mostly because I cannot afford to buy anything. Who is buying all this stuff? You got me. I only know one thing. As the Corpos who make everything we buy got larger and richer, the trash piles also got larger. And the jobs got smaller and meaner.

The Corpos privatize the profits and socialize the trash. You see them picking up any of this "convenient and disposable" crap? Or paying taxes for the city to do it? Plum Street is full of trash I pick up myself. Trash seems to flow down Plum Street from the Avenue like tampon applicators on the high tide.

I have had enough. I own enough. I am tired of dusting the stuff. I am not shopping. I wonder if I am alone.

http://grist.org/living/ask-umbra-what-do-i-do-with-my-worn-out-sponges/

Nobody died. Nobody got robbed. Not much of a crime says Ghouliani.

Last Sunday the 9th was my 75th birthday. I have been depressed and missing. I have been unable to write. All I was able to do was troll on social media. I just cannot figure out how to act. 

Between being sick for weeks and doctoring thereby, the ongoing mess in DC, and reaching this birthday, I was struck silent. I was so miserable my Muse left for more congenial circumstances. I never expected to live this long given the bipolar insanity. If you want to know what I mean, this video series explains it better than I can. This is the first of a 3 video series.:

I am back. It is clear I am not going to die for awhile, so that is good. Andiamo. Our POTUS is a crook. 

Generally, I ignore Rudy Giuliani. I cannot ignore this:

“Nobody got killed, nobody got robbed… This was not a big crime,” Giuliani told The Daily Beast on Wednesday. He added, sardonically, “I think in two weeks they’ll start with parking tickets that haven’t been paid.”

Yo Rudy, I got robbed of the sane experienced person I voted for being POTUS.

I got robbed of my national pride when my government kidnapped, caged and drugged children and caused them to be raped and/or die in custody. 

I got robbed of my peace of mind and dignity because I am a multiple rape survivor and I have been made to face the rape culture head on by REDpublicans daily and for years now.  Recall 'legitimate rape?' That was 2014. Remember the Republican Rape Advisory Chart?

We nearly got robbed of our Democracy, the system many Americans worked and died for over the centuries. I want to know who the Americans are who have accepted employment in American internment prison camps?

Reading Mark Twain makes me sane and gives me some perspective on the whole mess.:

“The government is merely a servant―merely a temporary servant; it cannot be its prerogative to determine what is right and what is wrong, and decide who is a patriot and who isn't. Its function is to obey orders, not originate them.” ― Mark Twain

We have a lot more firing to do. Lots more.

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

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

I met Stanley at a screw-rinse-repeat joint in New York City called The Candy Box. I think it was 1976. Stanley was the bald bespectacled guy telling us he “screwed both bartenders and all the other whoo-ers sitting around on the bar stools." Stanley is still loud, profane and bespectacled as I write. A Caveat Emptor, "Whoo-ers are all no good", delivered in loud Brooklynese has to be experienced to be fully appreciated.

I do not know why exactly, but I took him home. He came with me because I told him I had a pool in my backyard. I think he thought I was lying or nuts. He was right about the nuts.

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

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

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

It was the beginning of the end.

Stanley went and got married. He came to see me even after he got married. For a long  damn time. As a wedding present to him and his bride Angela, I taught him how to eat pussy. I know why I did not teach him sooner. He was always a bit prissy about the physical part of life. All that experience taught Stan nothing. It is kind of a turnoff if a guy is salivating copiously all over you at the critical moment because pussy has germs. I miss him still. I still meet him in my dreams.

Although his career was relatively brief, cut short by a tragic plane crash, Otis Redding was a singer of such commanding stature that to this day he embodies the essence of soul music in its purest form.

His name is synonymous with the term soul, music that arose out of the black experience in America through the transmutation of gospel and rhythm & blues into a form of funky, secular testifying. Redding left behind a legacy of recordings made during the four-year period from his first sessions for Stax/Volt Records in 1963 until his death in 1967. Read more here...

Halloween Message from GrandMom and PopPop

Do not vote for the Orange Howler. I am repeating this because you did not listen to your Elders last time, it seems. I know - it was the Russians. More reason to vote.

Get your Hot Dog at Alzheimer's on the Potomac

The below graphic was a meme on Twitter. It implores us to contact these Senators. Do Democrats try for dumb? Waste of my time to contact these Hot Dogs. There is no evidence they can hear or think. Watch them sometime.

Convince me Chuck Grassley is not one of the two Senators taking Alzheimers Meds filled at Congressional Pharmacy. I been watching and Grassley been weirding wiggling waffling wandering all over the place. And I think there may be some outright falsehoods. I think it is hard not to see the dysfunction. I watched Grassley Town Halls. No wonder some folks do not want to do them. Town Halls are quite an education.

I am further saying Grassley rubber stamps anything his chief of staff puts in front of him cuz he just zombie into the gentleman's club.

Orrin Hatch is second of the Alzheimers Zombie Twins. I got 100 bucks says it is so. And I am financially challenged and I do not gamble. Hatch the Undead Corpse. I say doG??? Please have mercy on a weary people. doG say BE CALM. Breathe. Free will.

April in TX‏ @BGHeaven

Hatch and his invisible glasses.

Nick the Feminist Speaks Ex Cathedra

There was a band of GOP whiners
Could not keep their hands off vaginas.
First they tried to de-school them,
Then regulate and rule 'em,
Leaving women with less rights than most minors. 

- Nick Vanocur
sitting at his favorite table in the back

God? @#$%^!

God - Michelangelo

My friend, UnitarianUniversalist, asked me in an email "So exactly who or what is God to you."

Asking tough and interesting questions is the Unitarian Jihad! You can participate and get your Jihad name. I am Sister Axe of Sweet Reason.

I am a Fool. I am going to talk about God, in spite of Meister Eckhart's warning. What can I say -- I am imperfect:

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

I do not think God is a Who or a What or even a Why. I think God is a symbol or an idea. God is a construct in my mind that I measure my behavior by and for. The question "Does God have objective reality?" is not relevant for me. I have the God idea bad (or good, depending on where you sit and what cards you hold.

I wonder if I would ever have thought of God had I not been taught about God. There is some interesting stuff to read about a People that do not have a God concept. Nor many symbols at all for that matter. Piraha do not want them. Evidently, in their language they refer to themselves as The Straight People. They do have Fairies and Forest Imps. Think about that for awhile. We know about Piraha because of the work of linguist Daniel L. Everett.

My search for God/Truth/Light has taken me some interesting places, driven by lust and pride and fear in part. I want to avoid the pains of Hell.  I wanted to have that overwhelming religious experience that I had seen illustrated on religious cards, that ecstasy and enlightenment. I wanted to be St. Agnes in Triumph with Lilies.

I am troubled by my errors. I want to believe that there is order somewhere and that my actions matter in the grand whirl of the universe. Worst of all --  I wonder if maybe there is no meaning. And if there is no meaning to it all, is that bad or good?

I am having such a good time these days, I do not know what to do with myself. So when I am not eating bon bons, I write diaries. And smile a lot. And wait for comments, if any.

"Simply put, you can be a massive prick, despite what is in your pants." now with Music

Ha ha ha ha ha. Bwah ha ha ha ha. Gasp. Ha ha ha... 

And the Artist just keeps posting it to her Facebook page. 

And Facebook keeps banning and reinstating her thereby making the image viral.

This is the best election ever. The pastel portrait is, of course, for sale. And Trump, of course, is threatening suit thereby making the image viral. 

Illma Gore with her Portrait

MAGIC GOOGLE FINGER - Just shaking my head.

So I googled RADIOACTIVE RACIST SPIDER. I saw it on twitter. I forget who posted the phrase. Maybe Stephen King? I got this cartoon. The only attribution I could find was Mercury News. I cannot read the signature of the Artist. I will investigate further.

Just like Bette Davis said: Hold on to your hat. It is going to be a bumpy night...ahh...Election.

Repeating this because of Cavanaugh and his stance on Roe v. Wade and Redpublicans pushing repeal and Cavanaugh for SCOTUS. My sentiment is the same.

Well, so far the Forced Birthers tried bombing us, burning us, killing doctors, maiming nurses, shooting security guards, stalking us, crawling all over us and shaming us. Because they are "prolife." Has not worked. They sent in The Suits. BFD.

Women will remember in November.
http://www.dailykos.com/story/2012/09/14/1132070/-BREAKING-VA-Gov-McDonnell-R-just-forced-state-health-board-to-shut-down-ALL-abortion-clinics

Under pressure from Virginia Governor Bob McDonnell (R) and Attorney General Ken Cuccinelli (R), the state Board of Health reversed their prior ruling and applied a new trap law designed to shut down every single abortion clinic in the entire state.

In the words of the Most Reverend and Esteemed DriveBy, may the Lord preserve him:
Read your Bible, people. It clearly warns, "Those that Shall vote Republican, Shall have Republican done unto them"
- Beckchivious 9:12.

New Internet Cartoons and Cartoonists Magazine

Use a picture. It's worth a thousand words.

Arthur Brisbane

I have been celebrating Cartoons and especially Editorial Cartoonists here on my blog for some time now. I am delighted to learn that September 18 is International Cartoon Day. 

This link will take you to the Cartoons and Cartoonists I have posted here on my blog.

I learned about this celebration from TOONS MAG. Their Mission Statement: We believe everyone deserves freedom of speech. Promoting Freedom of Speech through Editorial Cartoon, Comic & Caricature. You want to go there especially if you are interested in the history of cartoon animation.

This is from TOONS MAG Caricature Archive. Albert Einstein Caricature by Ivailo Tsvetkov, from Sofia, Bulgaria

As newspapers disappear, the places Editorial Cartoonists can publish their work is diminishing. I consider this a political and social tragedy. The Internet a new source for this important and entertaining work to be published. Cartoon Favorite Du Jour by Dan Wasserman.

Dan Wasserman has been cartooning for the BostonGlobe editorial page since 1985. He has published two collections of drawings, We've Been Framed and Paper Cuts. His cartoons are widely reprinted and are syndicated internationally by Tribune Media Services. He draws more quickly than he types.

Signs of the Month - July 2018

I am still not feeling all that well. I am working on it. I have been neglecting my writing too.

I have also not done a Signs of the Month in a long time. So here we go. I have some fun ones for your enjoyment.

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 salt. 

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?

Something so sweet and innocent about Burlesque StripTease in retrospect.

You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you. – Isadora Duncan

When you are on stage, you are having an affair with three thousand people.
- Gelsey Kirkland

OMG GOP WTF? PASTORTICIANS.

The Republican party is full of pastorticians. Bleating about how much you love Jesus and how much Jesus you'll shove up everyone's asses is a requirement for anyone who wants to be elected to office as a Republican. - Margaret Whitestone

#Contessa SparkleTits - Magic Google Finger

Plunk that Magic Google Finger, Froggy. 

“If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am only for myself, what am I? If not now, when?” - Hillel the Elder.

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 NIV).

Bede's Beat - Happy Birthday John Coltrane

UPDATE: The Church of St. John Coltrane may shortly no longer exist. If you can help, through skill or money or passion, please get to work. Send lawyers and money. The merde is about to hit le ventilateur.

UPDATE 2: New Coltrane music has been found. Huzzah! This may solve the money issue?
https://www.newyorker.com/culture/the-front-row/both-directions-at-once-reviewed-the-thrillsand-limitsof-a-rediscovered-john-coltrane-recording

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September 23 marks the 89th anniversary of the birth of John Coltrane. While most people recognize Coltrane's name as that of one of the most important and influential musicians of the 20th century, few know that Coltrane is also a canonized saint of the African Orthodox Church.

There is a Church of St. John Coltrane in San Francisco, which anyone who lives in or near or travels to San Francisco should definitely visit -- no matter what your religious proclivities or lack thereof. The Church of St. John Coltrane is famous for its Sunday Jazz Services, based upon variations upon Coltrane's 1964 landmark recording A Love Supreme, with McCoy Tyner on piano, Jimmy Garrison on bass and Elvin Jones on drums. The work is divided into 4 parts:


Part 1 - Acknowledgement [7:47]
Part 2 - Resolution [7:22]
Part 3 - Pursuance / Part 4 - Psalm [17:50]

The following BBC documentary, Saint John Coltrane, was produced to mark the 50th anniversary of the recording of A Love Supreme, and which examines its origins and influence, and the development of the Church of John Coltrane.

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.

I Feel Better. I Can Recover. Yay!

I feel so well, I leaked a little limerick. No real writing yet but I begin. Where there is a small leak, can a deluge be far behind?

Song for My Hero

There once was a man Avenatti
Whose mien was scarier than Gotti
And whose brains more intense
Make Trump very tense
And Guiliani even more dotty.

Song #2 for My Hero

Avenatti is not from Madras
But his balls must be made out of brass.
In Stormy weather,
They clang together
And sparks burn Michael Cohen in the ass.   

  copyright MDeAngelis

Trolls Inspire Me

The_El_Conquistador

"Hillary said the same damed thing against obama. So suck it." (sic)

SUCK! a poem for our times

Melania sucks it.
Sane woman would say 

'Eww do not phuque it.'
Good woman would need a bucket.
Mean woman would yuck it 

up. Bigly.

 Artist is Sandy Huffaker. See more of his art...

Green Revolution - Food is Politics and Vice Versa

Poster on right by Favianna Rodriguez.

I have an ongoing interest in feeding the children and myself good food. I must be interested in the economics of farming in America to that end. I have discovered a new source for GREEN information. Meet the American Farm Bureau.

I was drawn to the site by an article Monarch Habitat Restoration Benefits Farmers and the Environment by Robert Giblin. I plan to make my garden Monarch friendly. I stayed for the informative articles about Farm Policy. No food without happy and prosperous Farmers. Photograph by C Watts.

The Monarch Butterfly is in trouble. Find out how to be a guardian of the Monarch Butterfly HERE.

'No matter who you are or where you live, you can make a difference and help conserve the monarch butterfly. From a small pot on your front steps to a backyard pollinator garden, there are many ways individuals can provide essential habitat. We provide support to local communities, NGOs and private landowners through the Partners for Fish and Wildlife program with technical assistance and funding support for improving pollinator habitats.'

Guest Author La Motocycliste - Trashcan Potatoes

Over the weekend, I tipped over the trashcan, and harvested enough French Fingerling potatoes for a good meal for two.

Growing potatoes in a trashcan is fun and easy. In case you think, "Potatoes are cheap, why do all this work?" price heirloom varieties at Whole Paycheck sometime.

A lot of communities have gone to high tech trashcans that can be emptied by an automated garbage truck. This leaves the householder with old trashcans, which can be used for low tech urban potato farming.

The first step is to locate a sunny spot. Potatoes are not really choosy, but they do like sun and water. If your sunny spot is over a patch of dirt, cut the bottom off the trashcan with a Sawzall or a hacksaw. If your sunny spot is over concrete, drill drainage holes in the bottom of the trashcan. If the trashcan is really disgusting, clean it up a bit.

Next, put your trashcan on your chosen spot and fill it with four inches of cheap potting soil with a handful of bone meal mixed in. Head off to choose your potatoes. You need about a quarter pound organic potatoes per trashcan. Look for potatoes with nice big prominent eyes. If you have potatoes that have started growing in your pantry, use those.

Cut up the potatoes so you have one or two eyes per piece. Many people leave the potatoes out overnight to skin over, but I have never bothered. Put the pieces about six inches apart on top of the dirt in the trashcan, then cover with another couple of inches of potting soil and another handful of bonemeal. Don't bother to tamp down. Water so that the dirt is as wet as a wrung out sponge. Cover the trashcan with a piece of chicken wire or an old screen to keep critters out.

Keep the dirt moist, and in 2-3 weeks you should see sprouts. Potatoes grow along the stems, so when the sprouts are 8 or nine inches tall and have nice glossy leaves, shake some more dirt along the stems. The plants will grow towards the light, so keep covering the stems as they grow. Keep them watered and the potato plants will grow for about three months. Eventually they will die down. Stop watering. When the plants are deceased, knock over the garbage can and pick out your potatoes.

Note: Reposted from dkos.For those who learn best by seeing rather than reading: