One more time. Indict the Bastard

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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.

Hey! George W Bush

Where the fuck has the aging idiot been. What the hell is he doing? Yeah he is at his ranch, but that has a secret underground tunnel to a hidden helipad, and he is outfitting his elaborate underground bunker. He is getting ready for what he has set in motion.
Man I am giving him too much credit. If anyone is conducting the preparation for Armageddon it's gotta be Cheney. Where the fuck has that weasel been. Dear god the two of them with such predisposed opportunity and underwritten authority, unavailable to the watching world, does'nt the owl eyed, and eared, media recognize a tremendous difference in the rhetoric flow emanating from the absent president? Our freedoms are being rewritten or revoked law by law, signature by 2AM presidential signature. The Constitution is being disassembled line by line as the power the president has given himself increases in the face of PERCEIVED DANGERS.
Dear God, sorry God, I might be perceived as a threat of a danger or a mental mutant so full of himself that he might write a blog and make it written in stone as it were.
I am no danger. I have been stripped of the capabilities need to even be considered fawn like. This is all I have. I can't even drive to the state line without pushing my budget into an alarming red color zone. I'll bet Bush doesn't even think about it when he fires up A-1. What it takes him to taxi to the runway and take off would probably keep me rolling for a year.
So, buy and proudly wear my shirts about how unproud you are!

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.

A Fool and his Audience..

Who the fuck is he waving at? Bush and his fucking waving, his fucking ego, his fucking insecurity, finally aware that he is possibly the dumbest Bush since the fall of Neanderthal Bush. His speeches raise bile. His solicitations for appreciation of his appreciation for every fucking misery he has caused the world, his vile patronizing misunderstanding of the consequences of his hideous, poisonous, lie based fascist decision making makes me scream with angry disgust that he is permitted to continue. He is a liar murderer and criminal of the most sinister kind, and he wants yet to be dictator. If we let him he will. He will try with another 9/11 type incident to bring The Constitution to its knees and place any who question in custody. Watch your ass the demon spawn is still in charge and you are not.
Bolton quit, before being stuck to shit.

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.

Looks bleak, think I'll freak.

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