Never forgive.

I'll never forgive him but it takes too much energy to keep up with all the fuck ups and catastrophic consequences this administration, a.k.a. George W. Bush, has bequeathed generations yet unborn.

But in effect it is too difficult keeping two blogs, and other web interests and presences.
There fore I am going to conduct all Bush Bashing in the future at American Originl.

I am hoping that my follower will come along.
This blog may be revived at some future time as circumstances and situations dictate. But for the most part you can find me being original at American Originl

Gustav Blows, Bush Sucks

Braindead just tried commmunicating again. He told me that the American people were great. And then he did alot of appreciating. Ah'preciate this and ah'preciate that, and the people, they're great and we gotta appreciate that, and gotta appreciate Brownie, and appreciate the storm for what God said praying and all that Brownie did to make this a great event. Well that is what it sounded like anyway. Boy did he dodge a bullet. 50 miles that other way and it might be a tiny bit different. Oh yeah, Fox and the Fuzz Bangle that says every sentence with exactly the same lethargic tenor, and moronic monotone, graced with a bored lift of tone at the end of each stupid word sandwich he mumbles, will have lots to trivialize.

I am so thread bare each time I see his lie distorted presence. It's as if Karma has begun working in earnest at the very image of his personage. The Dorian Grey behind the melting facade is beginning to emerge and he will have to watch. Young George W. Bush is metamorphosing, it won't be pretty, but none of us that have despaired at this Ugly American will give a flying fuck. May his God give him a good wake up call before he shows him the writing on the wall and asks Mumble Fuck. Did you really think I could let you get away with all that slaughter, and carnage? Fool.
But we all knew that, right from the start.

Gotta Pray for m'rigs

How fortunate for the Republicans. President Nimrod Fizzle Neurons says he and his Dick will have to forgo the convention because of the approaching hurricane, Gustav. He and Cheney will be monitoring the storm from his ranch in Crawford Texas. As we all know Mr. Neurons will be leaving office soon, but never soon enough, and his oil interests will become more of a day to day joy he can sit back and lavish in. This storm might interfere with that if it strikes the right oil concerns. I am sure he has the people of Louisianan at the top of his reasons for this over riding interest in a hurricane. But you know what? Me thinks otherwise.
No matter, McCain and the rest of the 5millionaires are breathing a huge sigh of relief. Fart Wad in chief, and sidekick Butt Plug, announced that they would not be attending as a result of the situation developing in the Gulf of Mexico.
Christ, if the hit on the infrastructure, or a refinery situation develops in which the price of gas hits 6 - 7 bucks or becomes unavailable, and a situation happens where in he believes we are in imminent danger from within, he has laws in place by which he can extend his presidency without congressional approval.
The convention becomes a moot point then.
Four more for Bush.

Hello Chil'run, Lets sing a love song.

It has been over a year since my last post. No one has posted a concern about that. I feel alone with my sentiments, rough and brutal, but never threatening enough for you real shit junkies to relate too. I am too frightening for your crowd. Not the kind of real that gets realized these days. These days.

I still think, but with diminishing returns these days. There fore when this one trys defining human involvement with the 'real world' (this means as defined and portrayed, heroicised and greased, by the scope of contemporary media, beginning with TV), this one is left speechless. That is my defense for thinking less. Thinking about, or worse, from within this greed/power induced reality of todays Mega Ants on a ball, one finds ones self in a meaningless and endless pursuit to keep up. That keeping up is the energy that focuses the collective consciousness of the worker ant millions serving the Mega Ants.............. on this small ball ........hurtling through a space.............. we are only beginning to understand ......and recognize the ultimate danger or infinite delight......... we are so near to .....on the razors edge...... of time, not a time, that we tend.....with our thinking or the silencing of it.....and our doing or harder, to do........with our  non doing. 

Stop thinking. stop your internal dialog, and then gather yourself together. Breathe and get back! Shake it off people let the gas crisis not panic us but teach us many valuable lessons we won't easily forget. Let this Poodle and Bulldog election teach us all that the total colapse of the 2 party system has happened, the people will never elect one of their own again. They will elect what has been orchestrated and love it. Let crumbled but unhumbled America,( Thank you George W. Bush for your contributions to world peace and humanity as the persona of our involvement with the many crises of human condition asking audience, and how you gave bottomlessly to the hungry, the misplaced and homeless, the threatened, assaulted, raped, and maimed, masses on other more helpless shores.) that sits target and diamond like amid suffering and death, remind us, and alarm us, and make us concerned participants once "he" is no longer technically our Commander in Chief.

I own the domain 12/21/2012endofdays. There is much written about the Mayan Calendar and it's near ending date 12/21/2012. I will be challenged to describe my feelings concerning this upcoming event. I have perceptions that require seminar. I have understandings that float in the future and are target for debunkers and so-called realists. We are quickly being sucked carefully unconsciously into the vortex of time and we are speeding up in a very real but unwordable way. 

I apologise for all inconsistencies and wacky streams of incoherencies....... but who really cares, kk

Sound it out phonetically.

What I know but time...

I make designs for t-shirts and other things that reek with disgust and contempt for the current president of The United States of Your Ass. I heard that phrase used the other day somewhere on the media or a parody thereof, and it won't leave my mind. I'll have to make a t-shirt and a thong and a throw pillow and some other stuff with Bush and that phrase.

It's not America anymore it's Your Ass and Their Ass and ain't nobody gonna Savior ass but you.

If at first you don't succeed ...

....your mother should have shot you. I am so pissed by the idiocy and infantile lunacies that suffocate reason and common sense so thoroughly in this country. This is one fucked up America. I can't remember when I have ever seen it this fucked up and I'm 60. Just drive a mile and see if you don't get pissed enough to wish evil. Oh that's right you wouldn't. You're the ass hole that's got the phone up his ass, your passenger wheels in the bike lane, your head so low in the seat that your Neon looks pilotless, and the ground shaking intrusive coming from it should get you shot for noise polution. Someday when they determin that the slamming bass of momma's tricked out Neon has caused irreparable damage to the environment or the critters in it, I hope you're strung up by the nuts and have your sound systems surgically implanted in your pointless ass and cranked up all the way.

Looks bleak, think I'll freak.

There are strange times a comin' I'll be a talkin'.