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Another Foggy Moment
These are the continuing adventures of a typical resident
of the self-proclaimed center of the Pugetopolis universe -
Seattle. Most are true stories but some are made of whole-
cloth. I ain't the Mayor, the Governor or a Big Shot. Just
another Working Stiff with a Bad Attitude.
THIS AIN'T NO STINK'N BLOG
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WARNING: This is not a Child-Proof Neighborhood.
If you're a kid - scram!, beat it! you little
punk before your Old Lady catches you and calls
the cops. They'll throw you in the Big House in
Walla Walla and won't let you out until you're
89 years old. There. Don't say I didn't warn you.
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"L.H.O.O.Q." (1919)
Marcel Duchamp, French, 1887-1968
[The title is a pun on the phrase "Elle a chaud au cul"
which translates to "She has a hot ass". The lady should
be familiar.]
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Rain and thunder beat down and flooded the streets
We danced with Indian girls in a bar,
water half-way to our knees,
The youngest one slipped down her dress and danced
bare to the waist,
The big negro deckhand made out with his girl on his lap
in a chair her dress over her eyes
Coca-cola and rum, and rainwater all over the floor.
In the glittering light I got drunk and reeled through
the rooms,
And cried, "Cartagena! swamp of unholy loves!"
And wept for the Indian whores who were younger than me,
and I was eighteen,
And splashed after the crew down the streets wearing
sandals bought at a stall
And got back to the ship, dawn came,
we were far out at sea.
- "Cartagena" -
Gary Snyder
Columbia 1948 - Arabia 1958
[Snyder will be speaking at Benaroya Hall on Wednesday.
A Bellingham bookstore is sponsoring it, not a Seattle
bookstore of course. I was going to go but it's a small
hall and it costs $25. Fuck it. I can buy a lot of
poetry books for that kind of money and enjoy them
whenever I like.]
-
Memorial Day weekend. The chance for an ungrateful nation
to say to the dearly departed soldiers and sailors of its
foreign conquests, imperialist land-grabs and racist wars -
THANKS SUCKERS! Few American workplaces observe or even
allow veterans the day off. All part of what makes America
the World's Biggest Asshole.
A week that began with rain then tragically turned sunny
and warmish. We even had some rare Donner und Blitzen one
night. They lifted the net at U Dub's Salmon Return Pond
on Thursday and turned off the main feeder pipe. Effectively
the pond is a small stream that is circular instead of
linear. The main feeder pipe not only supplies water, its
pressure also supplies circulation/current. With the gate
opened a week before, the water level dropped about two
feet. Now it's WAY down. Most of the babies are gone but
not all of them.
The pond had a couple unusual visitors this week. A muskrat
wandered in earlier in the week from Portage Bay while the
net was still down. It took a short underwater tour then
disappeared back into Portage Bay, its curiosity satisfied.
A racoon also visited once the net was up, harassed by a
small army of very noisey ravens. Trying to escape the ravens,
it headed right for me. I clapped my hands thinking it might
not have noticed me. It stopped for a moment as the ravens
fluttered around it then "snuck" around behind me to tall
grass and a tree. As I sat there I could hear it fooling
around in the bushes only a foot or two behind me. A friendly
racoon is not a normal racoon. Either the staff have been
feeding it and it was expecting a hand-out or it was sick.
It finally took off with a bunch of ravens in hot pursuit.
For a couple days in a row I had a double-pair of Canada
Geese parade in front of me with about seven chicks. The
first day they kind of eyeballed me from afar before
venturing forth. But the second day they just trooped
through with the usual clucking and head-bobbing. They
must have recognized me. I didn't see them for a couple
days. When they returned it was one mother goose limping
badly while leading one bigger chick and five smaller ones.
She looked like she was in considerable pain from her right
foot. Obviously something tragic had occured.
Everyday there were herons at the pond. When the afore-
mentioned muskrat visited, a heron was perched atop the
net's main-mast and growled at the muskrat. I never heard
a heron growl before.
Of course there were ravens everywhere. They aren't quite
into dive-bombing yet but they seem eager to start. They're
pre-positioned and poised.
I kept an eye out for that bear. It was admittedly a long
shot since Magnolia is a long ways away. If I did see it
I would most definitely NOT have told the County Animal
Control assholes. Last time they tranquilized a bear they
tranquilized it to death. The stoopid government shitheads
didn't know what they were doing. Bears are easy to get along
with: don't fuck with them and they won't fuck with you. I
lived around them for years in my younger days. It was always
easy to know when they were near. They stink to high heavens.
Nickelsville, the homeless camp protesting City Hall's lack
of shelters, soldiers on. As does our media bullshit artists
attempts at revisionism. They're trying to rename it "Tent
City" so as not to embarass the camp's namesake - Nanny
Nickels at City Hall - while he tries to get re-elected. A
lie told often enough...and all that. They figure you're too
stoopid to notice. U Dub campus is being considered as a new
venue for the camp. Then all the rich and privileged students
at the Dub can gawk at the Poor People between Keggers. Maybe
throw beer bottles at them just for laughs.
*
I'm a smoker. It always amuses me immensely when non-smokers
ask me why I'm deliberately killing myself by smoking. Invariably
it's a meddling liberal/do-gooder/world-saver busy-body. The
temptation to tell them to fuck off and mind their own goddam
business is strong but I usually restrain myself. They believe
the bullshit that smokers cost society much more than non-smokers.
Truely an absurdity. It only takes a few moments of common sense
thought to realize that if non-smokers live longer, they obviously
bang on the health system longer and harder than smokers. Duh!
But more to the point, we breathe day and night, throughout our
lives, carcinogenic vehicle emissions from cars and trucks. It is
especially true of Seattle where our poorly designed road systems
causes a lot gridlock and has made this city one of the most
polluted in the country. Add on top of that industrial pollution.
Heaven only knows what those greedy pricks are pumping into our
air. Our politicians don't want to know. There's too much money
and too many jobs on the line to ask too many questions. Our
politicians feel we can't afford to ask. It's better that people
get cancer than that the auto-makers and factories be held
legally accountable for their anti-social behavior. The victims
can always be characterized as genetically inferior and/or
irresponsible. There are few things that appeal to Americans
more than thinking the absolute worst of someone else. They
really get their rocks off on stuff like that.
My smoking is pretty piddly compared to the above. Close to
immeasureable. The bullshit about secondary smoke is based on
pseudo-science, not hard data. It's promoted by people who are
scientific illiterates and have no idea what they're talking
about. Worse, they're cowards too afraid to lean on their
politicians about vehicle and industrial emissions. How come
we never hear anything about "industrial secondary-smoke" or
"vehicle secondary-smoke"? Perhaps because the people who
usually whine about such things work for one of the pollutors
and/or drive a pollutionmobile whose back bumper is plastered
with eco bumperstickers. They don't want to lose their job or
wheels. Better you should get cancer and spare them such
inconvenience. Hypocracy is a liberal family value.
Ultimately it comes down to mortality. We're all going to die
sooner or later no matter how careful or clean we live. That
reality really peaves some people. So they try to pretend it
isn't going to happen. I subscribe to the theory that quality
of life is far more important than quantity. No matter what
we do, we're playing a losing hand. There is no scenario in
which we win the mortality game. If we didn't have a soul to
be concerned about we could just say fuck it and do whatever
we like. But we do have souls and they, more than anything
else, define our humanity. I'm a lot more concerned about the
health of my soul than I am about the health of my body.
Bodies are temporary; souls are eternal.
Besides, as Frank Zappa said: Cigarettes are one of the main
food groups. He didn't die of lung cancer. He died of prostrate
cancer after eight consecutive doctors misdiagnosed it. Doctors
will kill you long before smokes will.
*
After years of neglect by Mayor Paul Allen's favorite Lap Boy
at City Hall - Nanny Nickels - Hooterville is literally falling
apart. This week a guy walking along the downtown waterfront
fell into a hole when the sidewalk gave way. If it's where I
think it is, it's just south of the ferry's Colman Dock near
a little park that's been locked up for years. Stood there
many times myself. One of the few waterfront spots where you
can gaze out over the Bay unhindered by the junky tourist
traps along the pier. Hopefully he'll now sue the City's ass
off. It sure deserves it. Just think of it as deferred main-
tainance cost. Pay me now or pay me later.
In a related event, residents of the city's Wedgewood neighbor-
hood want City Hall to pay up after a 12-inch water main broke
flooding their homes. A couple years ago a lady in the Madison
Park district drowned in her own home under similar circum-
stances. She was in her basement when suddenly a massive flood
of water came pouring through the windows. She didn't have time
to get out. Nobody died in this one but there was a lot of property
damage. Normally City Hall would just blow off "freeloaders"
like these guys but, with an election on, they said they would
"tenatively" re-emburse the home-owners for the damage. Tenatively
as in "until the day after the election".
*
That's hilarious - laugh. The NFL Seahawks seem to be taking a
serious look at former Atlanta Falcon QB Mike Vick. Vick just
got released from prison this week and is now available. Out of
the Hoosegow and into Seahawk Stadium? Looks like it. Matt
Hasselbeck, the Seahawks current 1st string QB says, "I definitely
believe in giving people a second chance." Or a third or fourth
chance, eh Matt. Hasselbeck has been only a part-time QB for the
past three seasons. Heck, he's hardly played at all what with his
constant injury problems. But the Hawks are floating him anyways.
Meanwhile, black running back Shaun Alexander, who personally
dragged the Hawks to a Super Bowl appearance, got injured and
they almost immediately shit-canned him. Don't think of it as
bigotry. Think of it as something...er...nicer.
Oh well. Washington is a big cock-fight state. Lots of that action
in Seattle's suburbs with Philipinos providing the chickens. No
cops to worry about. Hell, half the audience is made up of cops.
While it's not dogs I'm sure Mike can adjust.
Meanwhile, that nice fire department inspector and employee of
Mayor Paul Allen's "First & Goal" sports enterprise, who gener-
ously spared his Boss a $200,000 Fire Department services bill,
fell on his sword this week and was forced to quit. Apparently
he'd been shaking down everybody from Hanna Montana to the
Science Guy for free passes and other perks in exchange for his
fire department favors. Having a guy who worked for Mayor Allen
handling his fire inspections wasn't a real bright move on the
part of the fire department. What a bunch of fucking amateurs.
Say...I wonder what happened to that Seattle lady fire fighter
who got lost on her way to a fire a couple years ago? Turned out
she was Stoned & Trip'n on Weed. Afterwards, a crack opened in
the earth and she disappeared. You don't think maybe she's
running the Fire Department now? It's possible.
*
KingCo Sheriff Sue must be On The Rag. This week she staged a
coup. Shoving aside her Boss the KingCo Exec, the KingCo Prosecutor
and all the judges on the KingCo Inferior Court bench, the Head Dyuke
of Lawlessness declared her cops above the law and innocent of any
wrong-doing in the attempted murder of that guy whose head they beat
in. There will be no inquires, no investigations, no snoopy outsiders.
Just to recap: answering a call about a heist of a convenience store,
her cops collared the wrong guy - an innocent bystander. Once they
realized their mistake, perhaps out of frustration, they rammed his
head into a brick wall. He received multiple skull fractures of the
sort only seen in car accidents. He's in intensive care and it's unknown
whether he'll live. Not that Sheriff Sue gives a fuck. Meanwhile, the
Bad Guy got away and is laughing at the KingCo fuck-ups who were too
stoopid to catch him. Not that Sue's deputies give a fuck. There has
been no comment from the KingCo Exec and the County Prosecutor was
last seen wimpering away with his tail between his legs. The judges
were out golfing and unavailable for comment.
These intentional/deliberate head-rammings are becoming more and
more common. Is it something our cops saw in a movie? Is it some-
thing the Iraq War scum brought back with them? It's a new trick
they learned to dodge around the law. A touch of vigilante "justice".
About as clever as you might expect from high-school graduates
too stoopid to qualify for a real job. High-school-diplomas/BA-in-
Journalism - academically indistinguishable. No wonder our media
bullshit artists are looking the other way on this one. They called
the head-ramming a 'hard hit'. That's a pretty neutral way of
saying 'felonious assault'.
*
The Hymietown Times went super-junk this week as the clever Kikes
who manage it inch ever closer to bankrupcy. They haven't played
the anti-semitism card yet. Maybe if they accused Americans of
hating Jews their readership would be shamed into subscribing.
Otherwise the paper with "All the News Fit to Print", won't have
any news to print. Israel's Kikes will have to pool their Pentagoon
bribes together and buy up the New York Post to fill the void. It
would be better than throwing good money after bad with the screw
up artists at the Hymietown Times.
The demise of our newspapers has nothing to do with the recession.
I mean, come on, even a frik'n bum can afford 35-cents for a paper.
It's the accumulated sludge of decades of mismanagement and financial
stoopidity. There's a limit to everything and they've just reached
theirs. Time to die.
*
Book: "Fatal Strategies", Jean Baudrillard (cont.)
The continuing saga of the Wizard of Symbolic Exchange. It's kind
of weird reading Baudrillard. Unlike many of his collegues, he
doesn't use a lot of technical jargon. But he uses ordinary words
in extraordinary ways. Take the title for instance. It's "fatal" not
in the sense of bringing death. Rather, it is in the sense of fate/
destiny. And likewise for "strategies". It's not so much in the sense
of a plan but of marking a shift from subject to object. So it takes
a while to get in a groove. Having a dictionary handy helps.
One technical term he does use regularly is "pataphysics". He gives
little hint of its bizarre underpinings. It is a term invented by
the Surrealist Alfred Jarry (zhar-EEE). It is the study of imaginary
solutions. Jarry inspired some of artist Marcel Duchamp's work like
the moustachoed painting of Mona Lisa topping this week's AFM. Alfred
wrote a few books himself but he is best known for his plays entitled
"Ubu Roi" (King Ubu). There were a number of riots in the audience at
Ubu Roi's premier in Paris. The opening word is "merdre". The French
word for shit is 'merde'. Merdre would be equivalent to "Sheeeeeeet!".
The police inspector played by Jean Reno in "DaVinci Code" used it
often. I'm sure director Ronny Howard had no idea what it meant.
Jarry originally wrote Ubu Roi in highschool as a parody of a fat,
clueless teacher he had at the time. It's profane, slanderous and
funny in a high-schoolish way. I tried to find just one of Jarry's
books/plays in Seattle. No dice. Nobody had anything. Not the U Dub
Bookstore, not even Magus. Seattle - America's cultural septic tank.
There's plenty of his stuff on the Interpipes.
Jarry also invented a "Pataphysical Calendar" which is a parody on
the French Catholic calendar. It isn't a normal calendar. It has
13 months instead of 12 and each month includes an 'imaginary day'
to mark its end. Just as the Catholic calendar days are marked by
saints names and other significant Catholic holydays, the pataphysical
calendar has its own versions of the same with its own saints and
significant "pataphysical days". For instance, in the month of
Absolu, the 24th is the feastday of "Sts. Rakir and Rastrums, pork
chop holders" and October 7th is the "Dissolution of Edgar Allan
Poe - dinomythurge" e.g. the day he died. Isaac Asimov was added
in 1971 with a few others but otherwise it has been unchanged.
Baudrillard was an early fan of pataphysics. One of the first
papers he wrote, way back when he was 21, was on pataphysics.
He uses the term in Fatal Strategies as well signifying a worth-
less but emotionally comforting theory invented to explain things.
*
Movie: "Raging Bull"
The Scorsese/DeNiro tribute to the boxer Jake Lamotta based
on Jake's self-serving autobiography. Let's get one thing
straight right off the bat: Jake Lamotta was NOT a great
boxer. He was a scrawny, skinny little piece of Sicilian shit
who worked for the Mafia. He had no class and he had no style.
A common street brawler who the Mob fronted as their Great
White Hope against superior black boxers. A drunk who often
cheated on his lovely wife and beat on her if she so much as
looked at another man. One thing this movie definitely isn't
is honest. Scorsese never even acknowledged the racist side
of boxing that was the entire excuse for Jake's boxing career.
Nor did he acknowledge that Tommy wasn't the Italian head of
Jake's fan club, he was a Mafioso. The man whose ass Jake had
to kiss to keep boxing.
This flick is a joint Mafia/Hollywood Heeb snowjob. A classic
of the genre. The Mob owned Jake's ass. He threw matches for
them and eventually they made him the middle-weight Champ.
Not because he deserved to be Champ but to enhance their
"investment". A Champ draws bigger money. The Mob works much
like the Hollywood studios do. That's why they understand and
admire each other so much. Realizing nobody would buy Jake as
a Good Catholic Boy, they instead flogged him him as a flawed
and misunderstood altar-boy-gone-bad. A slightly crazy altar-
boy though Jake wasn't really any crazier than you or me.
Craziness was what he hid behind to excuse his excesses. One
of the lies he told himself. Part of his phony act.
This is hardly a great movie. Bobby DeNiro plays Jake and
Joe Pesci plays Jake's little brother who managed him for
most of his career. DeNiro doesn't show anything new in this
movie. He just plays the usual "crazy Italian guy on the
verge of violently flipping-out". His standard role at that
point in his career. Fer chrissakes, he plays an illiterate,
incoherant, wife-beating drunk with an Italian accent. How
hard can that be? Supposedly Jake never hit the canvas in a
fight. Pshaw! Stick a .45 in his ear and pull the trigger.
I guarantee you he'll drop. His Mafia connections were the
only thing preventing that from happening. Certainly not the
fear engendered by his supposed boxing skills.
Supposedly this flick is famous for showing the brutality of
boxing. No it doesn't. It doesn't even come close to common
TV coverage of a real match. The most brutal boxing match I
ever saw was when Ali went up against Fraser in an attempt to
get his crown back after he got politically screwed. By the
10th round both men were Space Cadets mindlessly lashing out
at each other without rhyme or reason. They were utterly
stupefied by the pounding they had given each other. I doubt
if they even knew what planet they were on. But the ref wouldn't
call the fight. He wanted to see the two niggers kill each other.
Now THAT'S brutal. In this flick Scorsese resorts to cartoonishness
as he tries to flog little Jake as indestructable. At various
points Jake stands in a corner taking head-shot after head-shot
totally unaffected by them. Mockingly laughing at his opponent.
Maybe in Saturday morning cartoons but not in the real world.
Look at Muhammed Ali. He used to be a bright and clever guy and
now he's a drooling dope. That's what head-shots do to even a
great boxer.
If you like having people bullshit you, by all means watch this
flick if you haven't already. It's full of cussing and there are
a couple simulated-sex scenes so it's definitely "R" rated. The
camera-work is third rate. The music is preposterous. Scorsese
used this operatic instrumental stuff to segue with, trying to
add a classy touch to a bum's life. Like Jake's life was a opera.
The fucking Wop couldn't even spell "opera" let alone appreciate
it. There's also lots of 40's-50's period pop swing but nothing
exceptional.
Basically - the whole thing sucked. It's indicative of the general
stoopidity of actors that the members of the Academy even considered
this piece of shit for awards.
What is it with American directors? When they're starving and hungry
they produce wonders. But once they get a couple Bucks in their
pocket they crank out garbage. No fucking class at all. Quinton
Tarantino is the latest example. Maybe it's a Wop thing.
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We have passed alive into the models.
We have passed alive into fashion and simulation.
Our entire culture is in the process of slipping
from competitive/expressive games
to games of chance/ecstasy.
- Jean Baudrillard -
"Fatal Strategies"
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UNCLE BARRY'S CABIN
Jesus George set The World's Biggest Asshole - America - up for the
Big Fall and now Bullshit Barry is finishing the job. It's what happens
when you let idiots run your country. Four months into FDR's presidency
he had created over 4,000,000 new jobs. Four months into Bullshit Barry's
presidency he has lost over 2,000,000 more jobs and hasn't created any.
FDR's depression was receeding, Bullshit Barry's recession is deepening
into a hyperinflationary depression. A comparison between the two men
is easy: one was a genius, the other is a moron. It's not too hard to
figure out which was which.
?
Papa Ubu, the Black Mambo King of Voodoo Economics, did his dance once
again this week dressed in nothing but those sexy red bikini briefs
his wife gave him for Christmas and with that bone in his nose. The
bongos relentlessly pattered their beat as he danced around and
around crying out his sacred Kenyan war chants - "Praise the Rich
White Man!", "Money, Money, Money!", "Might Makes Right!", "Eat the
Poor!", etc.
He announced hundreds of thousands of new Obama Fellowship Grant
winners. Lucky Americans who got shit-canned from their jobs and
are now living on unemployment insurance. Temporarily of course.
They got about a year to russle up a new job or face the fierce
moral urgency of looking for a nice Interstate Bridge to sleep
under and a few good recipes for cooking squirrels and pigeons.
They can't expect Bullshit Barry to support them forever. He's
got rich people who need the money far more than Little People
do. Meanwhile, the Federal Reserve Bank began sorting through their
bail-outs and came to an astounding discovery. They don't even have
a record of who got the money let alone how much they were given
or how they spent it! Wee! A couple TRILLION Bucks out the window
without a paper-trail. The Obama Fellowship Grant winners should
be so lucky. Barry, of course, had no comment. He don't know
nuff'n 'bout that money shit.
Barry's Jew Boy at the Federal Reserve - "Chopper Pilot" Bernacke -
has done everything possible to crank up inflation. He's dropped
interest rates to effectively 0% and has cranked out vast Rocky
Mountain ranges of new Bucks backed by nothing but the vacumn of
outer space. It's no accident or side-effect. It's deliberate.
He wants inflation. He prefers it to the deflation we are currently
experiencing as home prices Head South. And he's just delusionally
crazy enough to imagine once he gets his inflation wave rolling, he
will be able to control it. Nobody in human history has ever been
able to control inflation. Ever. Only an Egghead college professor
would be stoopid enough to think otherwise. Once it gets rolling it
develops a momentum of its own. It took Chopper Pilot's predecessor
Paul Volker nearly a decade of harsh, brutal measures to roll back
the inflation of the 80's. And he was far smarter than Barry's Jew
Boy could ever hope to be. A decade later, another dumbfuck Jew Boy -
"Bubbles" Greenspan - came along and destroyed all of Mr. Volker's
hard-fought gains plopping the mess in Chopper Pilot's lap as he
retired.
Israel's Head Kike, Benny "Duh Fuhrer" Netanyahoo, dropped by
Barry's Crib to visit with his favorite Shwartze this week. As
is the tradition in the White House, Benny dropped his pants
and bloomers so Barry could kiss his ass while the network cams
rolled and photogs flashed. Needless to say, Benny had little
difficulty schnookering a schmuck like Barry. A day later he
goosestepped back to Der Mutterland with a six month deadline
tucked in his back pocket. A classic Hitler move. In exchange
for sitting down with the Palestinians to pretend to negotiate
peace, Benny gets a six month limit on Barry's efforts to talk
Iran out of its perfectly legitimate nuclear power program.
Benny's part is easy. He gets to pretend to negotiate with his
own hand-picked Palestinian ass-kisser: Abbas. Barry's isn't
quite so easy. Iran has every right to its nuclear power
program and Barry has no right to demand it be discontinued.
No matter. This is all about the Kike Nazis bombing Iran. They
know Barry ain't up for his part of the deal.
And while many American states continue to go tits-up, Barry
sends his Israeli Nazis billions more. Almost makes sense.
If you're drunk, stoned and retarded.
?
The Kike Barry picked as his Chief of Staff did it again. He
pulled another Boner. As you may recall, the Chief was the
bright boy who gave the Prime Minister of England (one of our
few friends left in the world) a handful of DRM-crippled DVDs
as a gift. He, of course, couldn't legally play them. Then he
gave the richest woman in the world an iPod as a gift. Much
like the one banks hand out to new accounts and like the one
she already had. Then he sent Air Force One on a low-flying
photo-op over New York City without any warning causing mass
panic. Being Chief means you can blame Little People for your
fuck ups and indeed he fired the underlings who came up with
these bright ideas that somehow slipped past the Boss.
This week's fuck-up had to do with a group of 150 kindergarden
kids who were scheduled to visit the White House. Apparently
the Kike doesn't have any kids or he's too stoopid to realize
kindergardeners march to their own temporal drummer. The kids
didn't show up on time so Kike Boy bounced them from the day's
schedule and penciled in a group of millionaires. When the kids
did show up, they were told to go home. Nice to know Bullshit
Barry's staff share his fierce moral urgency with regard to
our children: "Screw the kids. They ain't got any money".
?
California Governor Arnie must be kicking himself. Here he was
all worried about not being a natural-born American and there-
fore unqualified to run for President. Meanwhile Kenyan born
Bullshit Barry, the product of a marital union between an
American White Trash mama and a Kenyan Baby Daddy papa, waltzes
right into the White House without ever having to flash his birth
certificate. And he STILL won't show it. Damn! Arnie could have
been a contender if only he'd had the balls to say, "Fuck the
Constitution!" And he probably wouldn't have fucked up his Oath
of Office either.
On the other hand, you can think of Barry's birth certificate
as an insurance policy. The media and our courts know Barry
actually wasn't qualified to run for Prez. But this way, if he
really fucks up, they got a solid gold way to throw his black
ass out of the White House. They can just whip out that birth
certificate and he's history. No impeachment necessary. They
got their nigger on a short leash.
Of course now that a legal precedent has been set by the Supreme
Court deferring enforcement of the "natural-birth" provision of
the Constitution, what's to stop Arnie from running? He can just
say, "What the fuck. You let Obama get away with it. Why not me
too?"
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"We all considered sexual abuse of minors as a moral evil, but had
no understanding of its criminal nature. [We] accepted naively the
common view that it was not necessary to worry about the effects on
the youngsters: either they would not remember or they would 'grow
out of it'."
- Archbishop Weakland of Milwaukee -
[He retired in 2002 after paying $450,000 of diocese funds to
a former-lover/blackmailer who threatened to reveal his peculiar
sexual appetites.]
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+ MONDO VATICANO +
Hardly back from his botched trip to the Holy Land, Pope Benny the
Bigot stepped smack into a major pervert priest mess in Ireland.
The Irish Commission to Inquire into Child Abuse came out with a
report that was as amazing as it was disgusting. For decades the
Vatican's pedophile clergy physically abused, neglected and sexually
assaulted children in their care - orphans, cripples, and others
unable to care for (or defend) themselves. The priestly moral
guardians of Irish societ raped and pillaged their way through
their young parishoners.
Many are left wondering how it was that there weren't at least a
few decent sorts who objected to all this perversity in the Holy
Name of Merciful Jesus.
Benny's reply? Silence. And there's your answer - the Vatican's
silent majority. The many thousands of priests who knew what was
happening but chose to remain passive and quiet about it instead
of going to the police. No point in going to their bishop. He
was probably the ring-leader. He'd just de-frock and expell any
malcontents who complained about it. The silent majority without
whom none of it would be possible. True, they never laid a hand
on a child but also true that those who did the dirty work could
not have gotten away with it without the Silent Majority's help.
While the children screamed, the Silent Majority just put their
fingers in their ears so they wouldn't have to listen. We'll never
know how many silent partners there were. The Vatican isn't asking
and doesn't want to know. It has never even acknowledged their
existence let alone reprimanded its priesthood for such passivity
in the face of Evil.
Afterall, for most of the Old Pollock's (JP-2) reign, Benny the
Bigot was the Vatican's point-man in dealing with pervert priest
scandals around the world. He's the guy who conselled the American
bishops to stonewall and otherwise not cooperate with law-enforcement
attempts to collar pervert priests. If he'd just allowed the law
to do its business the whole pervert priest thing would likely now
be ancient history. Instead, the meddling busy-body intervened to
protect the guilty and even enable them to quietly pursue their
perversion. His silence and disinterest now that he is pope is
merely a continuation of the same policies he pursued as head of
the Holy Inquisition. The Good German strikes again.
What is it with this guy? Does he hate kids for some reason? He's
supposed to be Christ's Vicar on Earth. Why doesn't he take that
responsibility seriously? In what sense is he the successor of
St. Peter? The man lacks even common decency let alone a Christian
conscience.
BTW - The movie "Deliver Us From Evil" focused on one of the
Irish perverts who served the Church in America. He
fled back to Ireland when the law caught up with him.
From there he continued tormenting his victims with his
disgusting letters and phone calls. Truely an Evil
Bastard of the First Degree. And still on the Vatican's
payroll.
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Passing by the Jewish Hillel Center on Frat Row, I couldn't help
noticing a big banner on the side urging everyone to end slavery.
What was obviously missing was a banner urging Israel to stop its
defacto war of genicide against the Palestinians. To close its
concentration camps, its torture centers, its death camps. There
was no banner for that.
It brought to mind the universal lack of integrity so common
among both Jews and Christians. However much I may despise the
Hebrew nationalists, I do respect and admire much about the
Jews. I have no difficulty disguishing between the two. One is
a ethnic group - a Caanite tribe just as the Palestinians are -
and the other is a religion open to people of all nations and
cultures. One is a matter of blood, the other a matter of the
spirit. The Hebrews have tried to muddy the waters but their
effort is nonsensical.
The problem is that Jews and Christians alike tend to be all
talk and no walk. Both have inherited a vast and priceless
spiritual treasury from their forebearers and both have all but
turned their backs on it. Their practice is highly superficial
and devoid of sincerity. They only observe the outer forms of
Judaism and Christianity. They passively/quietly allow the most
horrid abominations to be performed in their name - wars,
tortures, sexual abuses, murder - without the slightest attempt
to object or demand an end.
Rightfully, secular society has come to think of them as hypocrites.
Whited sepulchures that look clean and orderly from the outside
but are full of trash and garbage on the inside.
To a degree it is a personal failure but mostly I feel it is a
failure by the respective Church clergy to teach and instruct.
They've become social workers instead of spiritual guides. It's
just a job for most of them. They care little about their
congregations except in financial terms. Their hierarchies have
become corrupt and perverted.
Eventually they both will wither and die out. The process has
already begun. An era is passing.
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