Saturday, July 29, 2006

Commence the Campaigns


Strike while you have an Iron.

This world, as some of you seem to know, is in dire need of our attention, nay, our compassionate rescue. We may stop the wars. But unless we stop the warmongers and the ruthless greed of mega corporations our time of complacency without responsibility is drawing to an end.
It is with deepest regret that I have come to the conclusion that government of, by, and for the people, has long vanished from this earth. We as a nation have accomplished exactly what our forefathers knew we would. No, I do not believe they were saints.
In the words of H.L. Mencken. He wrote this on 26 July 1920 ......He died in 1956.

"The larger the mob, the harder the test. In small areas, before small electorates, a first-rate man occasionally fights his way through, carrying even the mob with him by force of his personality. But when the field is nationwide, and the fight must be waged chiefly at second and third hand, and the force of personality cannot so readily make itself felt, then all the odds are on the man who is, intrinsically, the most devious and mediocre — the man who can most easily adeptly disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum.
The Presidency tends, year by year, to go to such men. As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.."

I am not sure that Colbert Stewart can change the course of human events already so deep into the chaos. But if anyone can it just might be these two most unlikely candidates. Besides if we are to have no say about living life on this planet or about the life of this planet then I wish to go out smiling........No, laughing out loud, and proud.
..... once a proud American.
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Thank you Reverend, for providing the rarified atmosphere for this historic campaign launch. A cabinet spot is waiting in "09" ole bud.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Dumbya! Eat shit and die!

What the fuck goes through his demented mind as he spouts remorse for the innocents that are laid forever to rest by his blunderings, and fuckups. He says "the American people feel your pain my president" Don't you dare talk for me you unelected piece of daddies drip. This American will never share your values, your religion, or anything that has to do with the evolution of such world rendering fungus as you. You will never speak for me, you will never speak for anyone that values life above political diatribe that hides and obfuscates the true ideological madness in your method.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Lighten up Rev..

So much to see if you look closely, just remember ..... you have eyes.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Post rapture planning takes shape.



In Bush's fourth term the Washington Monument under went a face lift, complete with bleeding nail holes....... every hour on the hour.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

hey... lion and the lamb...so...ok

I get to see this every night. The frogs emerge from the stegasaurous's mouth and wait untill I turn on the porch light to launch. They make their way across the rose ..pause.. things that the roses grow on, then along the house and finally, perch on the iguana tail curled beneath the lantern.
Then they feast.

Wrap them around this one

In March and April the Bumble Bees can not get enough of the Azalea blossoms a step from my front door. They would literally lie in the trumpet petal with their legs spread flat against the inside of the blossom, sipping at the bottom of the stamens in the deep center. Most were oblivious to me with a lense less than 3 inches from them.

It'd look great on you

I was once meek and mild.
Now I'm a raving lunatic.
Why you ask.

BUSH!
.............AND I'M AN AMERICAN!

How the fuck do you think the fucking rest of the fucking world feels? Mr. Twonuts has everyone in a snit with his behavior his demeanor his swagger and smirk and above all they are scared shitless of his war mongering rapture based conscience inspired acts of idiocy.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Ok.. sooo Back to business.

Dick Nose lives, beware......
Hasten to build shelters, do not make loud noises. stay indoors and away from the computer, further than 10 feet is preferable. Do not under any circumstances answere the phone. Sheeeez, don'do that.

If discovered, go to the Southwest corner of your dwelling , stack all your heavy things around you, furniture, books and magazines. Pad the inside with clothes and linens, towels, anything you can find for padding. Take three long deep breaths, bend over and grab your ankles, put your head between your knees.....
...and kiss your sweet ass good-by.

Lighten up reverend...


I am so lucky to have these eyes, so burdened with using them. It is a trust between me and the critters
and The Great Spirit.

And Judy

Friday, July 07, 2006

Evolution


..oops...I did it again.

Dicknose

Having fun with dickhead. Now I need a caption. Help!

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Fuck the poor, feed the rich

There is no competing with the big boys. The population is stratified and arranged such that all ladders up or out of where you are, are broken just below the point of extension. So high, is all you can go. When one reaches the top of the broken ladder one meets the ladder breaker or maker, I can never keep those two straight. You can't go higher till you sell your soul to the ladder maker.

The air above that point is rarefied to the point of uselessness and one must depend on potable air or descend. It is a toxic place this area above your old broken ladder that you have climbed so forthrightly to it's hastily chopped top extreme. Climbing above this point requires many things to be observed and done. The safe zone is below. To be above will demand sacrifices, of the soul.
Eh....What the fuck. That's where the powerful reside. Undermining begins at the top. Vote Blue, Please. Amen.

Lighten'up

Crazy moth huh? A little like a Guinea pig. Frogs all around him eathing other moths but not molesting this fellow. He remained in the same spot for hours while carnage went on all about him, her, it.

Frog caught a glimpse of himself in the lense.
When I questioned him about the moth he psyd "hairballs".


Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Hey! George W. Bush.....yeah you!

Got him in the sights of my peace gun. He's all but bagged and mounted.

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Saturday, July 01, 2006

Fuckin'around...


I just call him
Fuckup.

Happy 4th........year in Iraq.

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Can you feel the terror in the air?
Damn it all. When I was a kid, the fourth was singularly the third no fourth best holiday of the year. First was Christmas, then Thanksgiving, and Halloween was really special. Then came the most exciting of Summer's days, the 4th of July. Exciting because we would all go around and blow stuff up all day, and shoot bottle rockets and roman candles everywhere.
Even though it was illegal, and I lived in Ohio, and my father was a cop, it was OK this one day to light cherry bombs and ash cans and all sorts of long strings of firecrackers, that were savored one black cat at a time, one ant mound at a time, one over turned empty soup can at a time.
At night, after burgers and ice tea, back then, there was no building clutter between me and an amusement park 5 miles away, and every one on our block would stand out on their barbecue patios with tea in hand and watch the fireworks go off over Myers Lake. You would see the flash and the reports would take forever to get to you. Damn it was a blast.
It was 1960 and I was 14. Ike was the president.
And I bet Bush was blown' up stuff too. He was a kid about that time too. I bet he blew up kittens. He's still blown' up stuff and the 4th has lost some glitter as these freedoms we celebrate, slowly through fear and ignorance are allowed to erode and it isn't gonna get better any time soon.
Fireworks in the neighborhood just piss me off now. There's a zillion buildings between me and the nearest free fireworks display. AND THE CLUSTERFUCK GOES ON..and the beat goes on.

I shoot my gun.
Organized religion is a crime. Televangelists are vermin preying on the miserable masses, bleeding them of their resources, enslaving them with guilt.
Then there is the warmonger in chief who quite frankly but discretely entertains the extreme religious right, and fundamentalist Christians, who seeks divine guidance and feels that it is forthcoming, who ultimately sees himself as a tool of God. He believes in the rapture, therefore the idea of conserving and preserving the environment is a moot point. The fires of Armageddon will do nicely to prepare the earth for the time following the return of Jesus.
Do you understand how stupid and moronic all this rabba dabba sounds. But as God awful weird as it seems you can bet your bippy that Bush is the center of the storm and he likes it. So did Hitler and I don't think Jesus cared much for him either.
But Jesus was a left wing hippy type that preached peace and love and forgiveness. He wouldn't recognize what Christianity and it's servants and devotees have become. If he does, He's pissed and somebody is going to hell that thought the road to heaven was stretched out ahead clear as day.
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