Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Just mental masturbation.

Lighten up Rev. You are old and your time is relatively short. Why all the huff and puff and blow the White House down?
To tell you the truth I really don't know beyond the obvious. That being that there is a maniacal madman who has no ears to hear there. And the more he is provoked the more intent on war he becomes. That and that he uses the the overblown girth, the fat gut of the nation, the ignorant and spiritually vulnerable, to carry, spread, and administer his lies, his tyranny, his agenda.

Aaa.......that's why.

You see I started this millennium without the slightest bit of political interest, just making art for corporations, and some for myself in the woods. Making mountains out of concrete and steel, making molds of cannon or fish, I was busy with a theming company, making. Fabricating fake worlds large and small from stuff of the real world. What a business.

Drinking after work and leaving work early to drink and get back to the woods I was just sucking along on the cuffs of the money rich and ethically poor. I was a broken cog on a wheel that was disconnected long ago from any part of the machine that actually did anything other than keep me in beer and just drunk enough not to complain to any but other drunks. I was thinking very little.

But then again I was always anti establishment and maybe that is why the industry always used me but kept me at arms length. I was an artist not a project manager, though ultimately I did that too, but went back to being just an artist. And artists were just trouble in that industry. It was a republican world and I was a liberal and there was money to be made making magnificent pretty fake things for people to wander around and through, and kids to play on.

Then something happened in New York. It happened to the World Trade Center. Where else? And then it happened in Washington at the Pentagon and then again in Pennsylvania. And we all watched it happen or we saw something and then we were told what it was that had happened, and we were showed some more stuff over and over, and we believed them. I believed them. You believed them. Everyone believed them. But they knew not to believe themselves. For all the world they were the informed they had the knowledge and they had the proof. We believed them a little while.

I still try to remember what I thought of George Bush before that. I didn't much think about him at all. I didn't vote for him, but he was there and I had to deal with it like so many others that thought the popular vote meant something. So I ignored him I guess.

The machine was too well greased and the momentum too strong for a bunch of screaming liberals to make a difference. So we didn't. We were Americans fat and sassy, though the planet was going to hell in a handbag. Hell, no one knew the difference.

What the fuck was I doing? Nothing.

I am making up for that now, though I think this too will come back to me as; “What the fuck was I doing?” as well. Blogging is not the best use of time......however much there may be. But I never had the chance growing up to say much. And with this thing suddenly I am archival and part of history as it were. Farout!

As for history, the Mayan Calendar ends Dec. 12, 2012. I believe the Mayans called it Dark on High. It is the time of great astronomical significance. And we are but stardust are we not? I have much to do till then.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Where there is the will there is a way.

A pall of revulsion for the new and improved decider in chief still churns and roils deep within my gut just above the prostate. I've heard others complain of the same thing. Last week he looked for all the country like a little Hitler stumping in the bar rooms of prewar Germany. Now he's so warm and fuzzy. What's a revolutionist to think? I know what I think. Once a fascist always a fascist.

January can't come too soon. Another completely worthless excuse for a man will get his walking papers. That would be Bobble Head Bolton. Another questionable Bush appointee. All bluster and muster but joined the national guard during the Vietnam war saying he supported the war. Then later.... He wrote in his Yale 25th reunion book "I confess I had no desire to die in a Southeast Asian rice paddy. I considered the war in Vietnam already lost.” Sounds like a cut and runner to me.

Well he'll get cut in January. Forces will be redirected. Wills will be broken and masks will be approached for removal. For Bush and his cronies, there really isn't anyplace to run and hide from the summons and subpoenas once the Castle starts to burn in earnest. So I wouldn't put anything past them, or their guile, or their lieing and deception, in a last attempt to throw up a Nuclear smoke screen and run into it. The last time I looked The Marshall Plan was still on the books, and ready for implementation.

No one of consequence is with you any more Mr. Bush. And those that were apart of your coven will soon be rendered harmless. Please come along peacefully.

Or will you just say to yourself........... “Heh heh ..eh what the fuck.” and hit the red button.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Now I'm scared again, Where is the asteroid?

Whoa! Aaa.....wait a minute.

Something is wrong here. It's like it was too stupid. If the post election analysts are correct, Bush really blew it. Why did he wait until after the election to do the very thing that would have recaptured the retreating horde of disillusioned Republicans? Why did he fire Rumsfeld a day late?

Why did he loose the vote of the TV evangelicals' rightwing lambs? Wasn't that the congregation so willing to go to war in the name of God? Onward Christian soldiers, free the oppressed and free the tortured masses with Bush holding the cross of Jesus and his God giving orders to go to war with the children of Allah.

Dear God, I pity the born again.. So burdened with Jesus that it might as well be a forbidden sexual tryst, finally breaking the back of the so impassioned and so becoming one. Wait that's happening now too. The higher you stand on gods money for heaven plan, the more you pay when you fuck up in public. Lot of that going on now. So much muck to think about.

But Jesus said forgive.

Whoa one more time..... all of this smacks of double crossing and a clinical plan and a paranoid man's delusions all turned on. You think it's all you can stand and all of a sudden something even more impossible begins to come into focus. If still water stinks of decomposition and gangrene then just stir it a little and watch the all the flies fall out of the air. All deeds done, all seeds planted, just a little ahead of schedule. Time to hunker down and watch the spirit of death, complete your mission.

You dumb Texas fool. Even an atheist knows that what goes around comes around. You determine the severity and complexion of your ultimate consequence . Sometimes the idiot has no clue to his situation in time or in eternity. He feels no effect no indication of the death smell of his breath.
And what the fuck was dodge ball buddy Karl doing to keep this situation from occurring to the Decider in chief in the first place. Scary little mouse.

It's all too convoluted, too sticky ripe, and frantic. Psychotic is a word that circles overhead.

Oh dear god what the hell is he going to do next. And what critical, beyond our control event will make it all go away for him, the shortsighted bastard.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Watching with growing trepidation and disgust.

I think Bush's nuts ascended on November 7, and haven't begun to return to their home beneath his ass yet. Nothing like dealing with stupid, alas the poster boy for stupid.
He sits across the oval office from the new Blue Face of checks and balances, wearing the composure of a temporarily worn out Rottweiler, smiling and slobbering of compromise. But the mind of stupid never stops grinding out new heh hehs, new poorly hatched blood lusts and new avenues toward ultimate chaos.
Stupid still wants to be the decider. He just has to wait till his do dads drop again and his brain blinks on like a slow warming fluorescent ballast. What are the "die on the cross or die" fundamentalist evangelicals thinking of this defeat by proxy? Oh that's right they're trying to unscruntch their assholes after the dreaded resurfacing of, Aggerts Disease.
As soon as their love muscle relaxes and they can take a crap with bearable pain they'll be back more moral oral than ever. The fundamentalist money sucking televangelists hypocrites and their hypnotized flocks will return with a vengeance. It's all so fucking funny so fucking tragic so fucking scary. Nothing worse than a forgiven Christian. Dangerous Mother Fuckers, Father Fuckers.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Hot Damn America I think we sent a message.

Hot damn and hallelujah and holy fuck, I think we are gonna do it. Now it gets fun. Now we get to see just how far the Thug Squad will go. When hearings and committees are called for to finally reveal the clandestine deceptions and horrible truths of the Bush administration.
I wait for the knock at the door, my freedom to be ended, but now I know there are others, thousands and thousands of others, that are celebrating the beginning of the defeat of Bush politics, Bush lies and Bush Americanism.
He is the face of the ugly American and his presence as figure head for the USA begs me to puke. If I could only do it on the Rose Garden lawn. Better yet on his wingtips.