Try and Catch the Wind

How totally bewildered and crushed we would have been in 1965 had we known that Donovan's Try and Catch the Wind would some day be used as a car commercial.
Dear Father Funky Leary, I am impeccably perplexed.

Asshole Mumbles Crud

Bush just opened his maw and mumbled some crud that had some appreciatin' in it, pre Hurricane Ike slamming into his beloved Texas. Fuck shit. Asshole mumbles crud. What else is new?

Hmmmmmmmmmm... Sarah Palin.

...but that is another story.

Who the Fuck is Sarah Palin?

Who the fuck is this person that said  ..".when someone tells me what a Vice President does every day".... that is now the Republican VP Candidate. This appears to me to be the ultimate political ploy. Hay but what the fuck is politics for anyhow. We are seeing it at it's purest. Total Bullshit. And it appears that McCain is leading in that catagory.
And right after Obama Hits a homerun in Denver. McCain extruded some really clever bullshit. So help me Harold and Kumar.

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.

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!

Thank You, Jerry Uelsmann

These images, er...aaa... photos are mine. I keep a shitty Sony with me all the time. Shitty Sony will be addressed at a future time. I was a student of Jerry Uelsmann, The darkroom Wizard, in the ....aaa.... long time ago. He was in his early forties and full of himself. He was incredible. But that total vanity was impeccably unique which made him a silent mentor to me. Silent in that I could not let him know the effect or attraction as it were to his lifestyle and especially his knowledge of photography and his ability to effectively widen it's scope. His work sought perfection , especially in the darkroom. Composition it seemed to me, only came after a thoroughly, darkroom perfection, was achieved, and all his movements and involvements within it were choreographed into each of his digits. Google him. He was doing some really far out images long before layers were possible, cloning, and all that wonderful image manipulation software stuff we now take for granted poor dude. Must have hit him like a ton of bricks when he learned that programs were available to mimic his style and darkroom capabilities.
But the dude is brilliant and he has probably caught up. No doubt he finds it a compliment, to some degree. Maybe a great degree.
The girls loved him........or was it he loved the girls. It didn't matter much in the sixties.
Thank you Jerry, I think of you every time I pull the trigger on a moment, or make a new layer or clone away a bit of dust. You would not tolerate dust, and your work showed it.
The man virtually never used Spot Tone.
But you wouldn't know about that.
I do.

God says "NOT HERE ASSHOLES!"

I love it! We have a storm named Gustav targeting the Republican National Convention. It might as well have been named Putin. Isn't Gustav a Russian name?
So Louisiana is going to suffer another deconstruction. All I can say is it's a lot like winning the lottery...I think..I never have. But the possibility that it could strike the Deep Pockets as they celebrate Richness and the New World Order is impossibly serendipitous, but fellow comet callers, here she comes, and we get to watch the ineptitude of our present President and his Cronies either scatter or toss the ball back and forth, all the while congratulating and Appreciating one another's, "good jobs", no matter what the fuck happens to the folks that have to evacuate. God does Bush do a lot of appreciating, and he makes sure that whomever he appreciates feels almost intimidated by the knowledge. He's like the Appreciator in Chief.
Remember what Falwell had to say about Katrina being a tool of God's to wipe out the sinners and homosexuals in the wards that were flooded. Wonder what he has to say about this one. What? Oh yeah! HE'S DEAD! Wonder if god did that too.
I'll keep y'all posted on what God does to me for writing this.
Have a great Labor Day Weekend!
That's the feeling from Newberry.
Song. Marrakesh Express,
Light rain, through the late afternoon sunshine.
Ah....my Florida.

Stop the dialogue, grow your own......everything

How does one keep an open mind when all that surrounds one is so focused on relieving one of ones self and replacing it with a divinely articulated reactionary robot, not in touch with any human feelings other than keeping up, feeling distress, fear, panic ,and the feeling of being constantly overwhelmed. We are not ourselves, we watch ourselves, we have split in two in order to stay with the herd. We are overwhelmed to keep up and under paid to do so.
It is a system of brainwashing, keeping us too busy and distressed to do anything meaningful. Instead of meditation, most take out their confusion in the bars and meditate with friends and whiskey, or from their recliners with the beer station. And unless you began with some knowledge of the matrix, before your got lost in it, you are being treadled under or will soon be. You are being eaten alive by the media. And now even more apparent, you are beginning to wonder how you are going to eat.
HOW ARE WE GOING TO EAT IN THIS LAND of plenty THAT CAN'T GROW ANYTHING WITHOUT GETTING SHIT ON IT, AND THEN THROWN AWAY. We are killing the lively hoods of hundreds of thousands over the stupidity, or conspiratorial profundity of the ones that yank our chains.
And there are chains all over us that we are so unaware of but become so acutely, painfully, obvious when the invisible powers give a good yank. Wake up or we're all dead.

Then Meditate. Empty yourself of words as much as you can.....then again....then again....as good as we can. Change will come. Awareness will telescope. Change will come.

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.