Resistance is Futile?

I culled this from the BLOGGER sign in page just now:

Resistance is Futile

This news article at Reuters says 'Blog' Tops U.S. Dictionary's Words of the Year. We are the blog. Join us.

WE ARE THE BLOG?

It's kinda scary that some shill over at Blogger has the job of hyping "blogging" to bloggers? I mean, I'm already here, right? Oh yeah, it's the CHURCH thing! Church folk are already there too, but they have to keep reminding each other about how great it all is that they are all going to HEAVEN together. Fuck me, a place full of THOSE people, FOREVER? No thanks.

Have I possibly joined a cult via blogging?

Probably.

People generally RUIN most of the good things in this life, do they not?

So, will we Bloggers soon have a collective song to sing together? Maybe a song like the one they have over at Wal-Mart (I know this because a recent Frontline - which, by the way, is where the REAL liberal media hangs its trucker hat, if you were wondering - on PBS showed Wal-Mart employees doing the Wal-Mart "let's sell some cheap chinese plastic shit" jig accompanied by some horrendous campfire "cow-kicked-nelly-in-the-belly-in-the-barn" ditty cross-referenced with the US Marine Corps chant of "hooah" that is apparently enjoyed every morning by the loyal, yet underpaid and under-represented minions of Mordor: the blue vest-wearing-price-chopping-life-challenged-hickory-smoked-Wal-Mart "sheeple" who LOVE good old Sam! May he burn in the fires of Mt. Doom!

Anyway, I signed on to thrill you with something fantastic, but this fucking WE ARE THE BLOG shit has got me a tad freaked out. So forgive.

Oh yeah, maybe we should be paying a little more attention to the events unfolding in the UKRAINE?

Just a thought. It's a big cold country, apparently full of a lot of pissed off people, which is historically a recipe for TROUBLE!

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The record that pushed the snowball down the hill.

Cranial Short Bursts: Soul Fertilizer!

Hark!

I'm Blogging like a muthafucka!

...BlogBlogBlog...blog...blogblogblog..blog...blog!

What could all this rampant blogging mean?

"Dear diary...I just had a blog..."

A dream...wrapped in the blog...

A conver-sation...con-text-ualized by the blog

A conver-sion...con-firmed by the blog

A Die-a-Log...with the blog

Betwixt me-little-ole-self and me bru-thas and sis-tas of the blog world UNITE!

Eek! The dwarves are grinding soft ratskulls under the sheets!

What to do?

Hi Ho Hi Ho

Hyper Text Hi Ho.

Enquiring Minds Embrace

Thanksgiving Prayer by William S. Burroughs

"To Jack Dillinger and hope he is still alive.
Thanksgiving Day November 28 1986"
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Thanks for the wild turkey and
the passenger pigeons, destined
to be shat out through wholesome
American guts.

Thanks for a continent to despoil
and poison.

Thanks for Indians to provide a
modicum of challenge and
danger.

Thanks for vast herds of bison to
kill and skin leaving the
carcasses to rot.

Thanks for bounties on wolves
and coyotes.

Thanks for the American dream,
To vulgarize and to falsify until
the bare lies shine through.

Thanks for the KKK.
For nigger-killin' lawmen,
feelin' their notches.

For decent church-goin' women,
with their mean, pinched, bitter,
evil faces.

Thanks for "Kill a Queer for
Christ" stickers.

Thanks for laboratory AIDS.

Thanks for Prohibition and the
war against drugs.

Thanks for a country where
nobody's allowed to mind the
own business.

Thanks for a nation of finks.

Yes, thanks for all the
memories-- all right let's see
your arms!

You always were a headache and
you always were a bore.

Thanks for the last and greatest
betrayal of the last and greatest
of human dreams.

The Leviticus League - taking over America one Beef-Witted Cro-Mag at a time!

Newsflash! Thanks to some RIGOROUS investigation and by combing the always informative FINE PRINT of GOD's Word it has come to my attention that the Grand Canyon is only 4500-years-old! See Link:

Flat Earth Update

And there is more!

We all know where this crooked road leads!

Leads to Harder Stuff

Jesusland News - Fairly Slanted and Off-Balance News for the Leviticus League!

Dope for Dopes

But there is one small bit of hope!

Respiratory Rapture

Encourage the Leviticans to spend a lot of time sucking church air, it's good for them!

A Death in the Family

Every once in a while I get this type of a phone call: A friend on the other end asks, "did you hear?" and this is followed by the sullen announcement that yet another old pal is dead.

This time it was Chris Hobgood, age 36. He was murdered last Wednesday in Knoxville Tennessee. He was shot once through the chest, in his car, while trying to escape from his murderer. Senseless. What a waste. The cops nabbed the shooter and since I don't believe in the death penalty - and it is moments like this that put that belief to the test - I hope he lives a long, absolutely useless life, always thinking of THAT NIGHT so long ago when he made a decision to kill another human being over MONEY (he was trying to rob Chris) and celebrates his 95th birthday in a small dirty cell - after a lifetime of getting ass-raped by his fellow human trash. Fucker. Long may he suffer.

I haven't seen Chris in almost a decade. But he was once of those original "red team" members from the days of the Great Chattanooga Punk Rock Rebellion who came to mind a lot as he was such a fixture of my youth. He made me laugh like very few people ever could and I always wished our paths would cross again some night down at the Stone Lion tavern.

Chris was famous for a million pranks, many of which were quite disgusting, yet VERY funny - that is if your humor quotient is easily accepting of anything that falls within the scatological realm and he was one of the smartest fuckers I knew. Super high I.Q. Trained as a scientist. He moved to Knoxville to work for the state of Tennessee and I was in California and sadly our paths never crossed again.

Anyway, my pal Brian "Uncle Torture" Holdam had some fine things to say about Chris and some of our memories of the crazy bastard and he put them on his blog. Check it out:

Hobgood R.I.P.

The Honor Roll of those in my life who have departed for the Elysian Fields is getting longer. It sucks, but it's life. After I heard the news the first person I wanted to call and talk to about it was the Sarge, as Chris and he were great pals, but alas, the Sarge is also gone, after shuffling off this mortal coil Five years ago this week. Jeez, FIVE YEARS ago?

I hate when people start talking about how "happy" they must be now, or how the departed are now in a better place, whooping it up with other dearly departed pals and famous dead rock stars, but somehow it seems to make people feel better. Just to think that Chris and the Sarge and El Duce and GG Allin really are laying under a bottomless keg of good beer, and telling fart jokes and laughing like Vikings does bring a smile to my face. It is a nice picture.

This is another STARK reminder that LIFE IS TO BE LIVED TO THE FULLEST. We shouldn't need reminders, but we do. Carpe Diem!

Welcome My Friends to the Ambiguous Church of The Sur-Hyper-Real: Where All is Fake, Nothing Really Matters and the Truth Impedes.

Each morning I plug into the data stream, in order to get a tight bead on local, national and world events.

I do this because I am interested. I care. Because I want to know.

I do this because I seek a better understanding of my consistently absurd species, who never cease to amaze me with their consistently absurd set of belief patterns, moral tics and knee-jerk behaviors.

I do this because I wake each day with my own rather absurd idea that somewhere out there, flailing and drowning in the ether, bobs Old Lady Truth - splashing about, screaming for a lifeline, praying for a rescue swimmer - and sadly, I have a feeling that the old bitch is going to drown.

Who needs truth when a perfectly constructed lie will suffice? Truth is messy. Truth has seven wretched heads, six of which are riddled with the blood stained teeth of a raptor. The old line used to be, "the truth will set you free," and that is a nice line, but one that is hardly adhered to in any way, any more. The new line is, "The Truth is a Lie."

Who needs truth or justice or any real sense of right and wrong when the playing field is a constantly morphing television saturated hallucination at best.

In the past week or so, a few more whacks of a dull axe hit the truth tree, and I can hear it beginning to creak..., what's the word? Oh yea, "Timber!":

1) ABC affiliates all over the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA (the land of the free for those of you in other countries) self-censored themselves on Veterans Day by refusing to air "Saving Private Ryan" - the Steven Spielberg WWII Normandy invasion bloodwash - which they previously aired in 2001 and 2002, in its entirety, with no cuts and no removal of horrendous words like FUCK, SHIT, DAMN, etc. (they previously aired it because "SPR" is so culturally "important" (decided by who I do not know) and "real" (according to those who were there) and "a must see" (according to Hoyle) and because Spielberg personally helmed its cinematic birthing and he said the network couldn't broadcast his movie if they chopped it up - and who really wants to see 3/4 of any movie, anyway - I mean really, if it was left up to the auspices of the nutless networks, and if there had been no "cable revolution", we'd all be watching about one half of EVERY movie - from "The Apple Dumpling Gang" with Don Knotts to "The Grudge" with Buffy, to save some very. very valuable time - because the airing of "movies" has never had anything to do with the "content" or "importance" of said movies - it has had to do with the gold mine of measurable, sellable, TIME, which is still the most expensive real-estate on the planet (Try to sell your front yard for a million dollars or more so some bastard can wave a sign at traffic for 30 seconds, the price of a second half Super Bowl ad - serious real estate and see if you get one dollar): this translates into more time to run more ads for octogenarian hard-on's and monthly female bloating, anyway, I digress.

Or do I?

Spielberg offered the same fuck-you-deal to the suits at the networks for his "Schindler's List" - which is also a VERY important (with a capital "eye") film and it touched a lot of raw nerves over at "Network" - and I'm not even going down that slippery slope for this particular post, they have their reasons, he has his - and since he was able to sell that slick black and white death show, why not sell his "Von Ryan's Express" - oh wait, I'm sorry, that was a Frank Sinatra film, I meant to say, "Saving Ryan's Privates", or something to that effect, to the network with the same cushy, no cutting, no commercials deal?

They'd open the LANDMARK NETWORK PRESENTATION with a SOLEMN James Earl Jones style reminder for the TV pickled audience that this particular slice of cinema was in fact a serious bloodletting freakout that might possibly disgust a large swath of their loyal sitcom audience - who all have cable and see this shit and much worse, all the time, 24/7 on every other channel anyway, except of course that this version of Spielbergs DAWN OF THE NAZI DEAD parading as a WWII film was steeped in the earthy facts of Undisputed History instead of the wild world of stoner Fantasy and was, therefore, deemed way more IMPORTANT than say some blarney-Saturday morning, movies-for-guys-who-like-movies crap like, "The Sands of Iwo Jima" with Herr John Wayne, and well, it worked for at least TWO veteran's day's in row, and then for some reason they (ABC) didn't show "Ryan" last year, for whatever reason, which I guarantee/will bet had a lot more to do with MONEY and the actual RATINGS and NOT with any deep felt commitment to HONOR the men and women in the good old USA who have worn the uniform.

Anyway, where was I, oh yes, They, being the warriors over at a lot of ABC affiliates, did this because they are afraid of any actions that a newly emboldened FCC might, and that is MIGHT, impose on them - because, they are emboldened by the so called Bush electoral MANDATE from the flat-earth Leviticus league who catapulted Bush back into office, so anything is possible and nothing is really permitted. T'is OK to send "our brave boys and girls" to fight and die or be permanently maimed, mentally and physically, in the alleyways of Falluja - but the showing of "Saving Private Ryan" during primetime, on a day we've set aside to HONOR our soldiers (How can showing a big budget pseudo snuff film HONOR anyone?) with it's realistic, but very FAKE, cleverly staged, depictions of men at war (that is NOT NORMANDY BEACH kids) is seen as unsettling to the AVERAGE CHRISTIAN soul - which has been so recently purified in the waters of intolerance that was our recent election. Oh, they showed it Savannah, where I live, and I did lock into the first 30 minutes, which is the best and nastiest part of the film, but after that hell for leather opening, IMHO, it really begins to drag-"Band of Brother's" is a thousand times better.

Whoa, there is more, Rob's on a roll...Good God!

2) My local paper, the Savannah Morning News (www.Savannahnow.com) up in arms that anyone would doubt the murderous intentions of a United States MARINE, wrote an entire editorial today (registration required) condemning the gutless national press for carrying on about the Marine who shot and killed the wounded Iraqi in the mosque in Falluja. Once again, the supporters of the war want to have it both ways. They want to insist that they are all GLORIOUS WARRIORS FOR TRUTH AND JUSTICE AND THE GOOD CHRISTIAN AMERICAN WAY OF LIFE and still find some serious moral wiggle room when it comes to placing a "security round" in the dudes head. (Well, that's what the paper called it - a "security round" - and that's what JESUS would have called it if he'd have stormed that mosque. Shit howdy, he'd have parked a serious security round straight into that guy's skull. It damn well says he would have too, in LEVITICUS! Oh, what, Jesus isn't mentioned in LEVITICUS? Well, we'll make sure to fix that little bit of biblical oversight in the forthcoming edition, THE NEOCON RED STATE INTERNATIONAL FAITH AND JUSTICE BIBLE)

They want to say, "you, yeah you, you little pansy ass just don't know what combat is like!" Well, I have a pretty good idea of what it is like. It's a bunch of killing and being scared - wow, deep. But, there was a camera there, and camera's DON'T lie, nor do they get scared and they sure don't kill people - what's the NRA chant? People Kill People? Yeah that's it - A camera is always impartial and this one saw a cold blooded shit-eye-ass-wipe in a US Marine uniform - who by the way, is MY representative, whether HE OR SHE likes it or not - around the world -getting off on shooting a bullet into a barely breathing lump of flesh, just because he was "pumped up" or whatever. Combat-Shombat, you VOLUNTEERED for this! Don't kill people in COLD BLOOD and then tell me how tough it all is, YOU (Talking to KILLER BOY here) wanted to be there, listening to Linkin Park and storming a mosque in Falluja, taking names for 9-11! My cat knows more about HONOR than your murdering sorry ass will ever know, and my cat doesn't know much, she's a cat.

Anyway...

Fucking murdering bastard (alleged murderer, right?- innocent until proven guilty. I am a BIG believer in that) is what he is and I hope he is tried as such. This is why we have the Geneva Conventions, which lately have become a real hindrance to the out and out bloodlust of the supporters of this war and those who love them and support the murder of the journalists who cover the war and attempt to produce the truth in an atmosphere of murder, deception, censorship and fear. I don't care how they are wording it, they HATE these people (journalists or anyone who dares question their blind stupidity) and wish they could line them all up and place a barrel full of "security rounds" through every Mohammed loving one of their heads and just get it all over with.

There is one more, I told you I'm on a roll here...

3) The Grand Old Party came out in favor of changing ethics rules, which they put in place back in the early 90's to show how high-fallutin moral they were, because now the tables have turned and their Boss Hogg, Rep. Tom Delay, is about to be up to his scaly neck in indictments due to his consistently felonious track record abusing the power of his office. Fucking hypocrites.

Truth, Justice & The American Way? These are just three more sad examples of what we have to look forward to: Self-Censorship (best you do it before we have too), USDA Approved Bloodlust (Fire & Forget) and The Moral Suckdog (We don't need no stinking badges).

We have handed these neo-fascist toadies the sword, may they fall on it, before we all do.

(A GREAT BIG CHUNK OF THE ABOVE PIECE WAS PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED EARLIER IN A TAMER VERSION - YOUR EYES DO NOT DECEIVE YOU IF YOU JUST RE-READ IT AND REALIZED IT WAS FULL OF A LOT MORE VENOM, IT IS.)

Another step over the Edge?

Doh! Why didn't I think of this?

Click and Kill

First Bambi...then some Malvo type won't even have to drive around looking for targets and Marines won't actually have to storm future Falluja's. Nothing that a camera, a laser, a weapon and a wireless internet connection can't fix. Who needs a military draft when all you have to do is sign up armies of internet savvy teens who harbor a sense of racial and religious bloodlust and let'um rip with the mouse.

Set up internet cams and automatically controlled hunting rifles in "trouble spots" like warzones, inner cities, liberal coffee shops, etc. and I GUARANTEE people will flock to "play."

Far-fetched?

Mark my words, we are sick fuck's and only getting sicker, this would excite the murdering heart of many. Would it even be a crime? With a few lines of code and a the ability to encrypt, the "shooter" would be protected by an inpenetrable veil of binary gibberish, so the question really is, would it be a "prosecutable" crime?

Okay, maybe this sort of technology won't find its way into the consumer market - at least not by this Christmas - but I can't think of any reason why we haven't already applied the idea militarily and covertly. Just set up a control room in some undisclosed and protected location - maybe Saudi Arabia or Qatar - and let "professionals" do the dirty work. It makes perfect sense to me. We already have drone aircraft patrolling combat zones, we employ laser guided missle systems, and a thousand other sneaky ways to kill people, so why not set up "virtual sniper posts" all over a town like Falluja and allow some steely bastard who might be thousands of miles away, with a cold feel for the mouse, sit in front of a bank of monitors, plugged into some Wu-Tang Clan on the iPod, and surgically take out insurgents with a click of the mouse?

We are probably doing this shit already and if we aren't I'd be very surprised if we didn't employ the technology within the very near future.

Food for thought.

Keeping up with the Jones'es

If you thought the "Christian Right" was just going to go back into their churches for another four years to sing, wildly raise their hands in the air and openly weep for Jesus, then you've got another thing coming. Remember Bob Jones University and the shit Bush caught for speaking there in 2000 due to the schools less than Christian levels of tolerance on a number of social issues? Well, here is the congratulatory letter sent by Bob Jones III, the President of the school, to Bush following his win. Disturbing.

Letter to Bush from a Witch Burner

Wolves in Moralists Clothing

Frank Rich piece in the NYTIMES concerning the Red State Wolf Pack and their hypocritical insistence that they are somehow, Morally Upright.


MORAL MAJORITY?

Also, check this one out, as a Southerner and one who loves so many things about Dixie - except its backwards ass-ness and high level of intolerance for a great many ideas and social concerns, I've got to give this Yankee a tip of the hat for this emotional, yet inspired piece of vitriol:

FUCK THE SOUTH

Back on Point!

As you can see, I haven't posted in a week.

This is due to a general feeling of gut churning malaise brought about by our national election results (not to mention the three day hangover induced by the copius amounts of asshole gasoline I poured down my gullet in an attempt to dial down the pain), plus the fact that we've been attempting, with some success, to put the new house in some form of livable order - the boxes must be unpacked one of these days.

I did not leave the national conversational data stream entirely and I have made every attempt to keep abreast of all the post-election "I told you so/you should have listened to me" snarling, which has erupted from the liberal wings of the chattering classes. I have also made a point to keep up with all the "atta-boys/we TRULY - meaning the GOP/NEO-CONS/EVANGELICAL Wing - understand the needs of the real morally upright American public - that is if moral values includes WAR and KILLING (Iraq) and INTOLERANCE (gay marriage) which are constantly espoused on the AM "Let's Talk Hate" radio dial. These people's sad worldview is confined within a bullet-proof, dust-proof, fact-proof, plexi-glass sarcophagus tightly sealed with the thick tar of base ignorance born from the dust of the darkest days of the middle-ages. In another life these people were the same pitchfork wielding, rot-gut fueled, superstitious fuck-o's that burned "witches".

So, just what do I want to plant next in my tiny little cyber acre of literary output? Where do I want to take my blog? I started it to rant and rave about politics and of course politics is never far from my heart, though I intend to move the blog in to other directions, at least for now.

So stay tuned as I tweak and push this thing into new lands.

My Film Recommendations for the week:

THE INCREDIBLES @ a theater near you. Saw it, loved it, transcends its genre and format.

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DIG! - playing in major cities and on the Sundance Channel. It's about 7 years in the life of two minor alternabands back in the mid 90s - The Brian Jonestown Massacre and the Dandy Warhols. It is incredibly entertaining (if you think human artistic trainwrecks make for good cinema - and I do) and I have a soft spot as the BJM started around the same time King Dork was kicking around the clubs of San Francisco. I used to staple our flyers next to theirs on telephone poles all over the Haight and Mission. So, even though I didn't particularly know Anton Newcombe (the leader of the BJM) his bands world and my bands world crossed cultural and artistic paths all over the Bay Area. His band continued - and thank god, its longevity makes for a great movie if nothing else - and my band petered out as most do and left nary a mark on the weird history of Rock and Roll - a fact that saddens me to this day. I always thought (and still do) that Rock Star is a great job title and the perks aren't bad either.

Concede Nothing!

Kerry just conceded. Now I know what it must feel like to be a black person in America. The overwhelming and profound sense of dissapointment that I feel right now is enhanced by an even deeper sense of powerlessness. Is this how some people felt in Berlin in say, the mid 1930s? Did they sense the writing on the wall? The smart ones did, left and lived. The hate-herd stuck around, whooped it up at all night rallies and were eventually squashed and tossed on the dung heap of horrific human history. Was last nights Republican take-over a black shade of 1936? I hope not, but I fear for all of us. The radical right now runs the show and the word radical is actually quite tame to say the least.

America went to the looking glass last night and the scab incrusted monster it saw staring back is an easily spooked, mean-spirited, coal-hearted angry homophobe standing on a stack of bibles and wrapped up in a cheap nylon American flag bought at Wal-Mart.

This monster is prone to spout out and fully accept its dim-witted rhetorical sputum of hateful intolerance, chest-thumping war chants and old testament bile all in the name of its myopic sense of self-righteousness. This monster is now completely in charge of our nations destiny.

If you thought the last four years were fucked up, wait until January when all these Red Staters get sworn in, roll up their sleeves, pull out their long knives and begin carving up the Bill of Rights. The constitution has always been an annoyance to these people and they'd love nothing more than to set about making some clean edits.

Justice Renquist can now officially expire with the firm knowledge that his replacement will be just as, if not more, jack-booted as he is.

We are really fucked now.

I really thought we were going to win this one. Four more fucking YEARS?!! Please wake me from this nightmare!

Stacy thinks a Hillary Clinton/Obama ticket in 2008 might rile the troops. Two representatives of two of the most fucked over segments of our society. Who knows. Europe or Canada is looking better and better. Political Asylum?

Choose Wisely

For those of you who didn't vote last week, if you could vote, today is the day to get out to the polls and do it.

This is my final public plea: Please vote the Democratic ticket.

I intend to be up most of the night, as I was four years ago in Chicago, where I was plugged into the freakiest night of American politics in my lifetime, going into the bedroom at 7am to tell Stacy, "we don't know, it's still up in the air."

I hope we are spared that shit this time out. This time, it is my sincere hope, that after more than a year of serious personal electioneering, that we as a nation will be rewarded and our country taken back from this gang of ideological radicals who've hijacked our democracy, thrust us into a senseless war, caused deep tissue damage to our economy and who are driven by the worst lust of all, that of feeling propelled by a angry God they have only a second graders medieval comprehension of.

With Chief Justice Renquist ailing, there is a very real possibility that one of the presidents first tasks will be the appointment of a justice on the Supreme Court and this is probably one of the most important jobs a President has. Remember, you are voting for more than just John Kerry or George Bush, you are voting for a national psychic direction. I want the USA to be the beacon of hope and light that it SHOULD and HAS been and not the feared National Imperialistic Megalodon that it is slowly becoming - on this current track, the track of the Megalodon, we face extinction, as became the Megalodon and every other nation that has trod the slippery slope of believing it could stand alone - sucking all the oxygen on the big blue marble - and that the rest of the five and one half billion folks we share it were not as important. Hubris and Greed make for a deadly cocktail, drink with caution.