Frankford True American - News for Republicans with Music

Re: Weinstein the Sexpig.

Raising $$$ and being political does not equal kiddyfucking. Say YES to favorite cause fundraisers sometimes. Say NO to kiddyfucking always.

Hillary Clinton is responsible for Weinstein's dick I am told. I thought she was only responsible for the Big Dog's dick? Is it because she is The One with Balls?

Re: Republicans have become DEATH

USA has one of highest rates of maternal mortality worldwide. You are taking healthcare from children by neglect. CHIPS works. How come the "pro life" are silent? WE CAN SEE YOU. Shyte, it is like explaining things to a toddler.

Re: Freedumb

Men are free to gestate all their pregnancies to term. In the USA, we do not compel women to give birth and/or abort. We leave that to China and the Catholic and Muslim infested governments. 

Art by Favianna Rodriguez. I hope
we can meet here again. Next time doughnuts. If not, see you next election. Or sooner. #ThinkOutsideMyBox.

I am standing for MOTHER'S DAY MARCH and DC OCCUPATION. MAY 13. Campout for Mama? Chautauqua for Condoms? SLUT NATION? Uppity Marching Band?

Anybody have experience organizing a march please write me at CherryTheTart@gmail.com. I am a fool with no experience organizing anyone but Quakers and Actors. Trust me, it is...ahh...different. 

Death Guitar in Las Vegas - Hat Tip to Dave Hickey

I woke up to news of the mass shooting in Las Vegas.

The Republicans passed a bill to make sure whackadoos like me can get guns.

NOTA BENE:

Business community especially take note. These are the places it is no longer safe to go in America because of domestic terrorists: movie theatres, malls, concerts, schools, church, book fairs, parades. Can we fix this now please?

We used to have parades with kids riding bicycles with red white blue bunting. We gave a prize for the best decorated bike. The Mayor and the Knights of Columbus marched.

The mass shooters are primarily white native born males. I think that most of them carried legal guns. It is fair to say many of them had and have mental illness. Like me.

We are suffering in America from stochastic terrorism. I understand numbers better with a graph. I think the graph is saying "Stay out of public places."

Especially now that we have vehicle terrorists and some Repubs are trying to make mowing down protesters in your car legal.

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. Learn more at the link.

This is an example of stochastic terrorism, one of many, used by our POTUS which I saw on cable TV. And here is another example:

And this is an example of the crazy thinking gun toting POTUS and other stochastic terrorists produce. This man is threatening to shoot women of a particular political persuasion.

Artists are fighting back. Read the story of the Chump Change mural.

Words cannot convey my pain, sympathy and sorrow. Music can.

I have reached PEAK RAGE.

Rage. Not a good thing for a bipolar person. Not good for me. Not good for others. Steve Scalise got shot by one of my brethren in a rage reaction. Rage is starting to leak through into my online communication. Embarrassing. And I do not want the Secret Service to have any need at all to meet me. 

I ran my second husband over with a Volkswagen. I say that onstage and get an instant laugh. I chased him. Luckily he saw a ditch and jumped in it. The wheels of the car rolled right over him. The ditch was low and narrow enough to save him. God saved me or I might still be in jail. I was beautiful so the fool married me anyway. I ask you: Who was the craziest one?

Why am I confessing? I read a letter from which I quote this excerpt:

Mr. Trump’s speech and actions demonstrate an inability to tolerate views different from his own, leading to rage reactions. 

Then I read this article. I found I am part of a "devastating crisis in mental health." Do tell.

I only had a Volkswagen to drive when I had one of my numerous rage reactions. The Scalise shooter had a gun. Donald Trump has nuclear weapons. And in your guts, you know he is nuts.

Pornography - UPDATE

Hugh Hefner is dead. Some folks are casting shade on his memory by calling him a pornographer. Hugh is the wonderbread Modernist version of a pornographer. Now Big Al Goldsten, he was the pornographer's pornographer. I was there.

Portrait of Goldstein on the cover below.

Screw and Al Goldstein are long gone now but I still remember the fights and furor brought on by Screw's content. I came across an interesting blog that features the cover art of Goldstein's Screw Magazine. You want to go there.

Note: Nothing about this essay is safe for viewing at work. I guess my blog is not safe for work too. So sue me.

SCREW #358, art by Bob Dunker

Pornography is ancient and the controversy over its value or lack of value in human lives continues. I reproduce this cover. It illustrates the editorial tone of the magazine better than any words I could write.

I am ambivalent about pornography. I like to look at dirty pictures. Some of what appeared in Screw made me sick. I appreciated the social satire and Goldstein's crusades for free speech.

I love Cartoon Art. I am a fan of vintage pornography. You can see a gallery of SCREW covers by Milton Knight.

Feminists have been in a long dialogue about the depiction of human sexuality.

"Pornography is about dominance and often pain. Erotica is about mutuality and always pleasure."
Gloria Steinem "Erotica vs Pornography", in Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions (1983)

"Pornography is the essential sexuality of male power: of hate, of ownership, of hierarchy; of sadism, of dominance."
Andrea Dworkin, Pornography, Men Possessing Women

“Prostitution, perversion, and pornography are intertwined with independence and radical politics in the history of outstanding women. Radclyffe Hall, Colette, Anaïs Nin, Kate Millett, Erica Jong--all of these women used the money they made from writing about sexuality to make it possible for them to live as rebels, dykes, feminists, artists, or whatever deviant and defiant identities they assumed.” Pat Califia, Some Women

I miss Al Goldstein. Rest in peace. It is true Goldstein was a Dirt. It is true that much of what he published was disgusting. A great deal of it was funny. Very funny. Nothing Goldstein published was as obscene and pornographic as this video below.

Find Out Which Historical Figure You’re Most Like!

This quiz is fun. I am most like Shakespeare. Naturally, I am thrilled. Who are You?

You were Shakespeare in a past life. Many people perceive you as a bit of a nerd, but underneath the fine polish, you are bawdy, perceptive, and deeply entranced by human life. You have an amazing way with words that can let you cut others down, bring them to tears, or reduce them to peals of laughter.

But what really sets you apart is your creativity. Your mind sees things that others don’t and puts them together in new and amazing ways. As Shakespeare, you redefined the English language. What will you do now?..

Signs of the Month - September 2017- Juggalo March with Music

Juggalos (music fans the FBI calls a gang) and Trumpists had rallies on the same day. Juggalos to protest the FBI. Trumpists going to the Mother of All Rallies.

There were many Juggalos. There were less than 1000 Trumpists. Which convinces me there really are no Trump voters. DisINFObots and Russians do not go to protests and march. We been hacked bigtime.

These were Juggalo signs. My daughter is a Juggalo. Gang my ass. Juggalo song at the end.

Take a look at the Juggalo crowd. Contrast and compare article here. WTF FBI?

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.

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.

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

Okay, Michael Dukakis, you are off the hook.

"I was just saying I don't feel safe," Charles K. Smith told mySA.com.

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. 

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.

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

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...

John F. Kennedy Speaks about New World Order and National Security

Is JFK prescient or a conspiracy theorist? Full speech.

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. 

Melancholia Agitata

Melancholia Agitata is what I am suffering through used to be called. I cannot sleep. 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. She examines the relationship between bipolar disorder and artistic creativity. 

A study was done which looked at 12 successful Comedians. The parameters were 1. actively working and 2. had earnings of at least $500,000.00 per year. All 12 were Bipolar Bunnies like me. I would give you a link but I am too manic to find the reference right now. 

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. Thank you AA. Lady Shrink told me that 80% of clients presenting with drug addiction are self medicating for a mental disorder.

Peace to everyone especially me. I love you all, my friends. That I write this means I am better than I was.

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.

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 a 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.

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.

  

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. 

Message from 1968 - Smothers Brothers

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

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

Laughter is mightier than the pen and the sword. I am looking at you, Trump.

Let's not punch Nazis, people. That's playing into their hands. Let's mock them instead. Laugh at them. Make fun of them. Nothing makes their little penises shrivel right up like abject humiliation. Nothing gets their quivering little insecurities flaring into an inchoate roar that reveals their inner Psychopathic Asshole Who Scares the Fuck Out of Everybody like being the object of well-earned derisive guffaws. Just think of how Alec Baldwin's SNL portrayals send Lord Cheetomort into paroxysms of unrequited wrath. - David Neiwert

First Clip: British actor Peter Serafinowicz, who is perhaps best known as the voice of Darth Maul or as the zombie in Shaun Of The Dead.

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

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