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...

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.

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.

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 FEMEN. What courage. 

Google Adsense quit me because they consider my writing about FEMEN pornography. Ultimately the kiss-off set me free. I became more so.

FEMEN makes the most cogent statement of all. Enjoy. These women get the Balls of Steel Award.

SOLACE

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
BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)

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.

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.

Information: THE PUSSY HAT PROJECT. 






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.

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."

говорить лохи

Google translate says my title is Russian for Speak up, Fuckers. A lot of you Russians are reading me and saying ничего. Seems a little rude. 

с новым годом.

Sister Rosetta Tharpe. If ever I needed her, I need her now. Look sharp, Trumpolini. God do not like nasty.

 The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. - Sun Tzu

Spirit Warriors facing dogs, poison, severe cold, wounding and death with only an Eagle feather and their own fragile bodies. God bless them. I know S/he does.

Sister Rosetta Tharpe's 1944 hit "Down by the Riverside" was selected for the National Recording Registry of the U.S. Library of Congress in 2004, which noted that it "captures her spirited guitar playing and unique vocal style, demonstrating clearly her influence on early rhythm-and-blues performers" and cited her influence on "many gospel, jazz, and rock artists". ("Down by the Riverside" was recorded by Tharpe on December 2, 1948, in New York City, and issued as Decca single 48106. 

I Have Been Roaring Around the Net

I have been hiding, sort of. I cannot think. I cannot be still enough to write or organize anything more complicated than my morning shyte. Cannot even write to my friends. So I twittered at high speeds for a couple of days.

I am suffering from the rage/racing thoughts part of bipolar disorder. So I went to twitter war with Donald Trump. I figured it was something I could do, KWIM? I posted my favorite pictures to #resistanceparty and #realDonaldTrump.

Twitter, like most human groups, is dismayed by The Me Rampant and my account has been blocked. Always happens. Always hurts my feelings. And they need to suck up to the Trumpolini.

So when I come back from my Sister's Holiday Brunch and Grandchildren Admiring Party, I am going to point out an Artist who speaks to censorship of the odd and upsetting. And the duty and role of the Artist in civilization's progress and in resistance to Darkness.

Taste of community Art in video below.

Miracle of miracles. My twitter account is now working. More roaring from me will go on in 140 characters. And then I am going to post something funny. Maybe. Nothing funny about Trump. Merry merry.

I am Older than Dirt with Music

Today is my 73rd birthday. 
Happy Birthday to Me. 
And many happy returns of the day.

I ate succulent Peking duck from Sang Kee in Reading Terminal Market. And two desserts. My children sang Happy Birthday. I had some Loud. My friends were kind to me. I ask for no more. Life is good.

Support Penzey's Our Home Town Heroes with Music

Penzey's makes good clean genuine spices and spice mixtures. Before the election mess, I was a customer. I love cooking. And Penzey's is that good.

Now we discover that Mr. Penzey et al are good and they are good. This is the kind of man Bill Penzey is and why he made the news in Nashville.

Last week, Bill Penzey Jr., CEO of Penzeys Spices sent an email to customers, as he does each week, with a message that left many customers quite offended. The email focused on Thanksgiving and the United States as a nation of immigrants, with, of course, a marketing message (he is a businessman after all). The email ended with the following:

"My advice: Get at least one of the $10 Kind Heart Boxes, but a half-dozen might be even better. What happens going forward will be all about hearts and minds. The open embrace of racism by the Republican Party in this election is now unleashing a wave of ugliness unseen in this country for decades. The American people are taking notice. Let's commit to giving the people a better choice. Our kindness really is our strength."

I will go out of my way to the Bourse to buy ALL my spices now. Unthinkable to buy McCormick paprika in a pinch. Yeah that is a pun and I committed it. Make a point of shopping Penzey's where they have more than one kind of paprika. Try the yummy smoked paprika on deviled eggs!

TWITiot D(st)eals the White House with Music - UPDATE

"Boeing is building a brand new 747 Air Force One for future presidents, but costs are out of control, more than $4 billion. Cancel order!" Trump said on Twitter. It was not immediately clear what prompted the timing of his complaint. Read more...

Update: Trumpolini did it because he was annoyed. Read more...

Kurt Eichenwald ‏@kurteichenwald 20 hours ago
I have searched everywhere. I cannot find anything saying there was a $4B cost overrun in 3wk old Air Force One contract. Trump made it up.

OUR WHITE HOUSE.

And he was teaching them and saying to them, “Is it not written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer for all the nations’? But you have made it a den of robbers.” Mark 11:17

Bob

1. Trump tells Boeing he's gonna pull a "yuge" contract. Stock drops.

2. Trump surrogates buy Boeing stock.

3. Trump backpedals; blames media. Stock rises.

4. Trump surrogates sell Boeing stock at a "yuge" profit.

Get used to it. SMH

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Trump Pig Art Gallery - Plunk My Magic Google Finger

The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. - Sun Tzu

I want to know what Artists think about the election of Trump. So I googled TRUMP PIG ART.

I expected to get one or two works. I was so wrong. There was lots of work to choose from.

Some work is by juried Artists whose work is in galleries and museums. Some Folk Art work is by unknown Artists.  All of it amazing.

I will give attribution where and when I can find it as the day progresses. Enjoy. The last work does not feature Trump as Pig. It does illustrate Trump being a Pig.

Rei Ramirez and Ivan Roque giant mural titled When Pigs Fly.

TITAN PRESIDENTE TRUMP: KISS MY ASS GRINGO by CSuk-1T

This just tickles me. I need a tickle or two.

“The human race has only one really effective weapon and that is laughter.” 

― Mark Twain

My mean is rampant and starting to take over. I need some fun. Allen Sherman is funny. Also go to Trumpgrets if you like a laugh with your schadenfreude. Enjoy. Just a stage of grieving. No need to feel guilty. 

A Fable for Our Time

Pig Calling with Music. Soo-eee pig pig pig.

You can put wings on a pig, but you don't make it an eagle. - William J. Clinton

I am the people, I'm not the pig. You got to make a distinction. And the people are going to have to attack the pigs. The people are going to have to stand up against the pigs. That's what the Panthers is doing, that's what the Panthers are doing all over the world. - Fred Hampton

Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?", here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!” - Andy Rooney

To eat the boiled head of a pig sliced like salami is very strange. It may seem cutting edge, but it's actually a lot older than any of the other traditional salami. - Mario Batali

Off the Pigs - Banksy

Poo to Yoo Hoo.

I just got thrown off the RELIGION channel on disqus. I forgot I was banned. Hurt my feelings. I am mad, as in Hatter, so I get thrown out of lots of human groups. Still hurts. 

Group question was: Is Jesus God?

I get thrown out for saying things like this below. Maybe it is a poem.

Oh and I get thrown out for saying I am a christianhindutaoisttranscendentaljew. And I mean it. I would say I am a Hicksite Quaker but they kind of threw me out too.

jesus is god
you are god
i am god
it is all God
God is divine nothingness that gives life to the universe.

Stop the Black Snake. Water is Life.

"Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.”
― Pablo Picasso

My Magic Google Finger seeks to discern the Group Conscience by following the Artists in our midst. Somehow Art opens a Way. On the Fascism Bingo Board, I call Disdain for Human Rights and Unchecked Corporate Power. 

“If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.”
― Émile Zola

Anybody remember this? Do not let Native People fight alone. This happened in white middle class America. Here is what YOU CAN DO. 

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.

- Nick Vanocur

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...

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/...

http://porkbun.deviantart.com/art/weeping-244745209

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

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

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