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So that book review thing didn't quite work out. On accounta the fact that as soon as I finish one book I start up on another. This will be written in my everyday language and I went to public school in New Orleans so bare with me. Right now I'm readin Voltaire and lemme tell ya, that is one funny sonofabitch. And no, he aint no jew-hater. Gimme a break. He was anti-church, despised religion, and exposed it for the farce it was/is. Kinda hard to respect a people that consider their BELIEFS to be FACTUAL when the only FACT of the matter is Josephus is Jesus is Moses is Muhammed is Buddha is Jesus is Crap. Jesus rode into Jerusalem on an ASS and he's been ridin in on one ever since. You can't kill what never lived. More on Voltaire later. Shortly before delving into that one, I was ensconced in a painting of sorts, dabbling in blood, if you will. La bibliografia de la Frida. Actually, it's Frieda, but she lost the e so as not to broadcast her German descent during a time of civil unrest. This woman is many things: a masterpiece, rebel, poet, singer, genius, oh yeah, and an artist. But most importantly she is a SURVIVOR. She still lives through her paintings, through her poetry, and through her spirit. La Combatiente Frida! Do not think for one minute that she is dead. She is alive and well. Not even that devil prick of a husband of hers could suck the life out of her although he tried. When his lifelong attempts to stifle her failed he burned her alive. As he watched them wheel her in to her pyre he made no attempt to save her. He just stood there with his cancer-infested dick and watched her burn. As soon as Frida's hair caught fire she sat straight up as if to say, 'I survived my birth and I will survive this, you pinchi motherfucker.' Her ashes hadn't even cooled off before Diego tied the knot with one of his putitas. The only thing I didn't like about the book was that Frida did not reach out and grab that bastard by the throat and take him with her.

Viva la Frida!!!!