Just rattliing on my own time.

Now that you know me what is the game you would like to undertake? Everyone is excellent at something and that is your game. Everyone plays apart whether they like it or not. We, or rather you are most likely just a pawn in their game. The game the powerful play. I have no idea their names but you can see their decoys parade around as world leaders. Death is death no matter how it comes upon one. There are no rules to the game of life, the Master game. Those that play it earnestly play it the best and know the secrets pity to deal in death, they deal in power and we are the current. We are the ones that suppose that killing is unavoidable.
I do not agree. Killing is a choice that we make. But that we could never make had not it been demonstrated for us as part of the game. Killing is better than the fear of being killed. Fear is demoralizing, embarrassing and shameful.
We are current, we are herd, mob and mobs, maybe soon again fighting our own civil war. It is there right in front of you. Fear of the blacks that will always hate you and me. Whether this idea, this seemingly racist idea is supported can be experienced on any TV program featuring hip hop or Rap as I knew it. Tasteless aboriginal lusts, the flaunting of riches, the emotionless jabber or the passionate ravings of ignorant bastards is in a place of prominence and legitimacy that scares the shit out of me. All I can wish is the worst for them. What a waste of chemicals.
There is no excuse but fear for permitting vermin of of such limited consciousness to exist. I am ready to defend myself, and hope to perform well when targeted.

My how time and one gigantic moron infects all. What ever happened to the twin towers and all the sanctity that surrounded it. Now there are even attempts to joke about it. Does anyone remember the outrage we had for one bearded mountain man of considerable wealth. What was his name? Saddam, no, nailed him, even when he was hiding in a spider hole in some peasant's backyard, in the middle of nowhere......we found him. Then after months of humiliation, justly deserved, he was hustled away and grossly hung with derision and a base, animal, primitive conclusion....then given air time. And who was that other guy the one that brought down the towers? He must be that little dinky guy from Iraq's neighbor Iran. Little fuckers' got the bomb and a clear slate. He has permission to lie and absorb the world in his melodrama. He knows his God loves him for this, and he is made gloriously aware of the fact every time he draws the attention of President FUBAR, the world leader through righteous salvation, with the knowledge that his God has his back too.
I still believe that President FUBAR has a plan to stay the imploder in-chief. He has given himself the power to remain such through a series of presidential letters that have all but shredded the constitution in favor of continuing the same administration in the event of a national emergency or an imminent terrorist threat of a magnitude significant enough to stay the elections. The magnitude needed for such an action to be determined by FUBAR and his surrounding BLACKNESS, his closest Administration members.
Rattle, rattle, rattle, yeah I know I rattle. There are so many interconnections in the reactionary world matrix that have us by the ass, claws deep into the part of our mind THAT WE USE. That is all of it, for most.
Some though still remember that trip they took in the sixties or seventies, that changed their lives forever. It made them question everything. It permitted them a third person view of the matrix, for just a nano second. For a longer period of time it allowed them the concept of God, to interpret to their own needs and preconceptions, delivered to them during their own particular brand of parental or period type scholarly view brain washings, prevalent during the post WWII era when we trippers wee growing up. There was lots of chrome, lots of God, and no sex. There was no sex, and it was strange when one intimated that there was. I remember my first orgasm. Afterward I must surely have been consumed with the idea that something that felt so good could be so bad in the eyes of my parents and their God. I am sure that I buried that quandary in my subconsciousness to there after rot until I took that trip.
That's the way it looks from here in the path of Fay. Yep Fay was right over my house for awhile yesterday. I've only received only over a little over 6.5 inches so far. This storm was so good for Florida, not necessarily for all the folks living here. But for the State and it's freshwater lakes... WOW!

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.

Hell, No - I Won't Go!!!

This is a reprint. Very read worthy.
Very disturbing.

My name is Edgar J. Steele.

"Leave there. Leave there now. You don't have a lot more time..." Thus went a recent email from an expatriate American correspondent, writing from his new home of many years in Moscow, Russia.

I think he is right. I - we, that is - don't have much time left before the final crackdown comes. You know - the ultimate American police state. And, yes, it can get much worse. You have no idea.

Thus far, we have been complaining about the procedures, laws and bureaucracies being set into place. Just wait until they start to use them.

What's It All About?

Come on, it is obvious to even the most comatose couch potato that all this superstructure has nothing to do with deterring terrorism from abroad. It is about controlling us, of course. You and me.

What? Is that laughter I hear? Why us? Well, then, why are they doing what they are doing, then? Why must we get clearance from Homeland Security before we are allowed cross the border out of our own country, despite having valid passports? For that matter, why must we show a passport to leave for any reason in the first place? And why must we endure the indignity of those ridiculous searches before boarding airplanes?

Why are all the home-town police forces becoming militarized? I remember when the police were our friends. The town cop where I grew up actually helped me learn to ride my bicycle. Try to imagine that happening today. Consider how the attitude of cops has changed just in your own lifetime.

Why is the drumbeat to outlaw private ownership of guns growing ever louder despite overwhelming proof that violent crime erupts wherever guns are outlawed?

Why are our National Guard units, once exclusively reserved for domestic assistance, now all overseas with all their equipment? Who will help us when we most need help?

Why is America's border held open? Why are border guards imprisoned for catching illegals ferrying drugs into America? Why are those morons in Congress about to enact yet another amnesty for all the illegals now in the country? Incidentally, why doesn't "undocumented guest worker" as a euphemism for the criminals now crowding us out of our own health-care and welfare systems sound as ridiculous as does, say, "unlicensed pharmacist," when applied to a drug dealer?

They Say Poacher - I Say Patriot

Why are they now burying metal detectors in our national parks and forests? They claim that their fancy new satellite-uplink metal detection system, similar to those in use at airports, is designed to catch poachers. Poachers! Yeah, right - now there's a threat that deserves a high-tech solution.

Here's what the article at the above link says about the system: "A poacher carrying a machete or a rifle will trip the detector, which will send a radio signal to a nearby Internet gateway and then to the Internet via satellite. With real-time data, park rangers have a better shot at intercepting illegal hunting."

I'll give you long odds that this program has nothing whatsoever to do with poachers. Think far more conspiratorially, NWO-wise.

Damn - I'd like a setup like this around my place.

Truly, when they are emplacing things like this, you know that they have to be very near ready to enact the clampdown for good.

Poachers are no significant problem anywhere in Amerikwa. Dissidents, however, now that is a different story altogether. And why would dissidents be trekking through the woods carrying long pieces of metal? Have you ever seen the movie "Red Dawn?"

Leave Now...

Increasingly, Americans are pulling up stakes and moving overseas. I've considered it myself, long and hard. If I had moved when the need first became apparent to me, my family now would be safely ensconced someplace like western Argentina or, perhaps, the northern lake country of Italy, within a stone's throw of the Swiss border.

Against my better judgment, I allowed protests from my wife and children to overwhelm my natural instinct to keep them safe. Yes, there still is time, but not much, just as pointed out by my Russian-American friend. But, like you, they don't see the real danger even yet. Things still look so ... normal, after all.

Call it rationalization and acceptance, if you like, but I have decided to stay put. Call it a weakness.

The Real Contract with America

I was born into mid-1940s America. I grew up during the Fifties and the Sixties. America made a contract with me when it educated me and socialized me into its ranks.

More than once, I have sworn an oath to protect America from all enemies, foreign and domestic. Unlike virtually all American officials today, I served in uniform for nearly four years during the Viet Nam era. I lost many friends to that pointless American aggression, among them my best friend and college roommate, Tom Foster, about whom I now write for the first time.

Tom appears with his girlfriend Chris in the photo at the left. I took this in late 1967, one of only two I have of Tom, who died less than two years later in the fetid jungles of South Viet Nam ... for America. For nothing, as it turned out. Just as America's sons and daughters now die for nothing in Middle-Eastern hellholes. For nothing.

Nothing about Viet Nam was worth Tom's life, who was one of the most remarkable, affable and truly worthy individuals I ever have been privileged to know. And I knew Tom well. Twice I have visited the official memorial to the Americans who died in Viet Nam and viewed Tom's name on its wall. Twice I have cried for him. Tears well up now, as I recall my memory of Tom and the remarkable life he would have led, a life cut short by politicians just like those now deciding our children's fate. And then I begin, all over again, to get angry.

Just because America now is being forced, at gunpoint, to renege on its promises to me does not release it from its obligations. Under traditional contract law, when one party breaches, the other has the option to rescind the contract. Else, one can sue for what is called "specific performance" of the contract. Note well the word "option."

In contract law terms, I hereby elect to sue America for specific performance. You don't get out of it that easily, America. You owe me. And I owe you, too. Other than vote against the establishment for forty years, do a little pointless precinct walking for hopeless candidates, handle a few pro bono legal cases for the doomed and the damned and speak out as I have for years, just what have I done to prevent you from being taken hostage by the morons, incompetents and criminals now running things?

Hell, No - I Won't Go

This happened on my watch. I have a duty to help fix things when, finally, the rest of America catches up and sees the view from my vantage point.

So - send me a postcard if you choose to leave. I do understand and never will blame you for leaving a sinking ship. I'll just stay behind and help rearrange the deck chairs for now. But ... Hell, no - I won't go!

I have work to do and I'm just getting warmed up.

It's too early to shoot the bastards, but I certainly advocate being ready to shoot back, just as our forefathers shot back near the Lexington Bridge, more than two hundred years ago. Though they already are imprisoning and killing us simply for being dissidents, we cannot shoot back until they start openly killing us in the streets.

Impeach House Speaker Pelosi

We have work to do. We should start by impeaching House Speaker Nancy Pelosi.

Why Pelosi when there are so many from whom to pick? Because she is a symbol for all those creeps we replaced after last year's mid-term elections. Turns out, we just got all-new creeps. This is where I get to say, "I told you so."

But these all-new creeps are even worse because the only mandate they possibly could claim was to change things! And they haven't. In fact, they have made things even worse, if you can believe it.

After all, this is how our system is supposed to work: we elect representatives and they do our bidding. This is supposed to prevent the need for violent, revolutionary change.

We said, loud and clear: We want our government changed. We want our sons and daughters back home, out of harm's way in that stupid "War on Terror" in the Middle East. War on Terror - what a joke! The only terrorists, it turns out, are American.

Before Bush, I thought Republicans were almost as bad as Democrats. For five years, I then believed that Democrats were almost as bad as Republicans. Now, once again, Pelosi has shown me the light: Republicans are almost as bad as Democrats.

When Thoughts are Outlawed, Only Outlaws will have Thoughts

Consider carefully the following, which I fashioned from a popular anti-gun law slogan: When Thoughts are Outlawed, Only Outlaws will have Thoughts.

Our all-new creeps on the left side of Congress just passed the newest version of the recurring Kennedy Hate-Thought-Crime bill. Frankly, I forget who sponsored it this time and I am ignoring the ridiculous name they gave it in this incarnation.

Now the even-more-Jewish-than-ever-controlled Senate (I refuse to call them the right side of Congress, because they represent the very antithesis of both meanings of the word "right") has vowed to pass this thought-crime bill and render it unto Caesar ... er ... Bush, who has promised to veto it, thereby underscoring my new-found belief that Republicans are only almost as bad as Democrats. Yet another act of treason from Speaker Pelosi.

Come Think with Me

Come think with me, fellow outlaws. I know that is what you are because every American now has become an outlaw. It no longer is possible to go through a single day without breaking too many laws to count.

The proof that 9-11 was home-grown now is conclusive, which means that our troops should be marching on Washington, DC.

Our all-new creeps have had a year and all that has happened is that things have gotten much, much worse. More American deaths. More record deficits of every sort. More criminals given the red carpet treatment. More out-of-control Bush/Cheney/Chertoff/Gonzalez, the unholy four Riders of the Apocalypse.

And less freedom for you and me, of course.

Our all-new creeps could have ended the war somewhat gracefully long before now. At any time! In fact, what they have done is to vote more and more money to fund the war! The recent gargantuan military funding bill is a great example. Did the Democrat-controlled congress vote it down? No, they approved it, though the only sure way to stop a war is to cut off its funding.

They Simply Could Have Talked this War to Death

Democrats' claiming that they could not have gotten the votes to surmount a Bush veto of the military funding bill is both a lie and a subterfuge. They didn't even need to vote it down. All the Democrats had to do was to start a filibuster and prevent it ever coming up for a vote. That's it. Talk it to death. But they wouldn't even do the one thing they know how to do!

Impeach Bush and Cheney? Sounds good to me. Problem is, then we get President Pelosi. And what she and her fellow all-new creeps have done is criminal beyond words. They were sent to fix things and, like the cop who drops his trousers upon finding a rape victim lying in the bushes, they actually have made things worse!

New America! An idea whose time has come.

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I"ll bet that Bush drives in the left hand lane.

It was an inside job. It's a slippery wicket for them now. That said we need to talk about Bush ass holes in big guzzlers, that hog the center two lanes of traffic, here on the interstates in Florida. I love the State, the roads .........I loathe the 80 percent of the drivers that occupy them.

All morons in denial, or the privileged twenty somethings to forty somethings, or whatever fucking inane stubborn born stupid wheel twister, driver simpleton, who blocks the good driver that wants to get somewhere, by camping in the left hand lane just what the fuck he is thinking he's accomplishing for himself or anyone forced to follow or pass him on the right, I am left clueless. I am totally sick of the fuckers. Most have half scrapped off dirty Bush 04 stickers on their cowcatcher bumpers.

I have so much to say about left hand, for the hell of being there, drivers. Here's some pointers, shit for brains.

I know that when there is a three lane road you drive in the middle too. Lets start there. Driving the speed limit in the middle is the most dangerous lane on the road to drive so in. There are cars on both sides of you and therefore three ways to get creamed.The guy on the right hits your you hit him and the same for the guy on the left, oops thats four ways to get creamed in any out of control or avoidance situation. And I forgot to mention fast deceleration caused by a heart attack the moron in front of you has just suffered, and you with cars on both sides, and no lane to pull over into.. Lets wrap it up for the middle lane, I could give you scenario after scenario I have zigzagged through leaving them flustered and confused but not enlightened enough to make changes.

If you drive there for extended periods of time with no concern for those passing on both sides, you are a perfect example of why America is a country full of fucking idiots without enough commonsense, enough awareness to understand the danger, and the "pissing off "they do by setting their cruse control at a mile under the speed limit and lumber along into who knows what clog club of other brain dead idiots that fall in line with the moron, often stretching a half mile .............blah blah.
Now the dinks that think they are going so fast that they own the left lane. Even though your front wheels are hinting at the roof of their Mazda THAT YOU WANT BY, they will not move. They force a sneering pass from me as I go by in the right lane, in the middle lane. And when they play games at those speeds, I quickly head for the far right hand lane and leave them boxed in by there own deliberate driving deeds. I pray for their quick an ultimate demise before they fuck up some poor fellow just trying to get somewhere.

Hey butt face the left lane is almost as dangerous as the middle. Your exit strategy in the event of your moron friend on the right deciding to get in your space and you gotta cross the median at 85 with your low slung chassis lifting your wheels.. . Well as you spin into the oncoming grill of a Peterbuilt 22 I am going to be doing about 80 in the right hand lane, just making bettter than average time in the poor mans lane, the lane you can't seem to dare be seen in or to stay in for reasons of vanity me thinks.

How to become an instant good driver,
If you want to get somewhere in a hurry, stay right, it's virtually uninhabited. You use the passing lanes for the purpose they were designed for, and if you have to make a quick swerve, you can make is to the right, and you have nothing but emergency lane to navigate, and you stay under control and live, and you keep others alive, and everyone keeps, "keepin on truckin".

Get your shit together, all you entitled worthless twit and dink conservatives that think they can drive however the hell they want, and fuck everyone that challenges their indolences. Watch your rear view window closely, cause I am on the road and I won't let you forget what an ass hole you really, really are, if I get in a driving lesson with you cause I am gonna make you understand butt head.
When you look in your rear view and see the silver pickup with alligator jaws on the dash, get the hell over or suffer the humiliation to come.

Still sweating, still alive

Bush sucks!
It has been too long between posts. I am so full of diatribe but feeling somewhat contrite. As if any of you could give a shit.

We all know it is the beginning of May but do the rest of the planets occupants? Something is really different this spring. I can't put my finger on it and I really have no historical data to back me up. But something is very different.

Most folks have heard of the bee situation this year. Oh, you haven't. Well they aren't showing up....the bees that is. And no one is sure why. Some think it is a series of pathogens, some think it is due to the microwave towers that carry our cellphone signals. Maybe it's both. You surely know that it would only take about 3 years without bees and our food chain would fall apart.
It is said that every fourth bite you take is made possible by bee activity. Bees pollinate fruit and veggies. No pollination, no veggies and fruits. No veggies, no feed for livestock......no meat. Let see no meat, no veggies, no fruit, hmmmmmm. Something isn't right when the estimate is that fifty percent of the nations bees.....just didn't show up this year.
Bush sucks!

It's only a sense of desparation. Like a movie

I deplore putting fingers to keys. My attention span has shriveled to that of a man too anxiety ridden to move for fear it is the wrong move. Not wrong move, for any movement is better than none and I make concerted efforts. But while carrying out a set of priorities I find a place where energies might be better spent. This place, or whatever it is, should in all probability be done before I finish the task I am on or I might have to backtrack and do demolition or just kick myself in the ass for not being more foresight driven. And this goes on ad infinitum.
What are the best moves to make. What moves will make others easier or more effective? That chain of decisions is the highest priority, this writing about it is not.
The same ponderous beast I shall loosely call the government is so determined to waste time and effort questioning every effort by every life saver and planet saver that presents an immaculate argument for action contrary to the beasts inertial movement.

What is it with political correctness that words have to be made up to allude to what they mean. That way word frigs like Glen Beck can show how friggin doublespeak they are. What is that?

How can we do anything about anything? The impossible begins at home for most of us. Family, food, shelter, energy. Everyone is attached to every nanosecond of his life by these same four. Most of us think we have those things under control, or at least three of the four. I beg to differ. I think the things we give our least attention to are the things most perilous to our immediate future. So many little cogs, billions of them , clicked into place on the machine that turns and churns to nowhere. It has been built for us to run to keep us occupied while a few interests and minds run it and us all.

It's not plugged in, it runs off our panic, our uneasiness with death, and our misuses of life. Our flamboyant and excessively violent uses of energy, while we are plugged into it, show clearly how fearfully we wish to light the darkness, any darkness that exists. We must remit to the energy we have wasted. We must save the world. But.. How can we do anything about anything. Without the will to pull away from energy wasting ways, and ideologies that have already given the planet up for lost to be consumed in the rapture, and the powerful political media that would keep us from examining the global reality that science sees in perilous motion, we are simply fucked by, and fucking the machine.

Wake the fuck up and start the revolution.

I guess it's similar to a volcano eruption, this blogging thing. Never having the release before I find it intimidating and in general like a quicksand. Struggle in it and it inevitably takes you ever deeper into a fuckin scary place. It's out there now, and for all the world I have signed my confession publicly. I hate the way the teeming masses have ignored the obvious in favor of some bullshit taught to them in an antiquated system that never updates. This is not the world we were born into. Hey! Everyone 60 or better this is not the world we inherited. Sure it was on it's way to hell in a handbag when we got it. The industrial revolution was long in the past. But couldn't anyone see the smoke. Could no one place what was happening within the cause and effect system. And now the government tells scientists that they may make no press releases that involve the environment or global warming or global dimming which is very well buried in all the, “it's historic,” rhetoric.

I was thinking the other day how it might have been had I been born into a time when the sun had a thousand years until it would burn out, not the situation as we perceive it, with a few billion years warmth remaining. Would we be more prone to action to save our asses or would we be believing as we do now, that if we turn our backs the problem will disappear? Well gang we have a situation. It's seems that the planet is accelerating in it's warming trend and within a few years, very few, we will be able to do nothing were we to so desire. I scream at you. Wake the fuck up and start the revolution.

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.

Three and Paqual

9/11 and Christianity, Two great deceptions.

It is pure fucking insanity the way we stand by and watch the crud machine at work. We watch and listen and get pissed and then we are asleep again. It's the way with instances of overload. The mind shuts down as the inability to make a circuit around the ideas the machine throws at it, overloads and feeds back. One can not stay conscious long without risking exposure. It's like a fucking radiation that attacks the common sense part of the brain and leaves it useless and defenseless against the pressure of the crud machine.

When one realizes the enormity of the illusion and the vastness of the automaton army of conquered, that do with conviction and ruthless moralistic faith, the evil maintenance for the runners of the crud machine, one is floored, or murdered, or just goes, not so quietly, insane. And since cleaning the crud of enormous deception from our mind can result in instant psychosis, it is with delicate urgency that those of us that realize the crisis and face it moment to moment, appeal to all that have ears to hear, STAY AWAKE, no matter the desperation and isolation that is involved. We will be useless in the tide of mass hysteria to cope with what the planners of the New World Order wish to accomplish, if we cannot stay awake en mass long enough to expose them.

The growing reality that we as a species may not be long in duration, has influenced another vibration based reality to surface to the imbalanced resonance it detects. That we are in the process of termination and erasure of every trace of our existence from the planetary record and that we are powerless to reverse it, has not gone undetected.

We are being led to the edge with promise of compassion, redemption, and ultimately paradise. We as a people are being asked by those that have been given the opportunity to lead, to take a leap of faith that unknown to but a few will bring about an end to the human experience as we know it.

I have been to the top of the mountain and we are not on it, nor was there ever any plan for us to be there.

These are the facts. Sieze the moment and .............and....a..um.. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

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.

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.

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.

Watching with growing trepidation and disgust.

Wow.
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.

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.