It’s really amazing to find all these capital Ls (that’s Liberals with a capital L) defending PrezO’s  and company’s scandals. In comparison Tricky Dicke was a mere amateur. Then again Prez Tricky didn’t have the race card to play.

2014 becoming 1984?

Posted: April 10, 2014 in Politics, Society

Tanks and other H-D war wagons and weapons going to local police departments, snipers set up around cattle ranch, IRS targeting non-Left (read that as anti-Obama ) organizations, NSA and other gov agencies buying up massive amounts of ammo, etc., etc…Here’s a great synopsis from Matthew Byrd in The Daily Iowan: “The effects of cops moving from handguns to assault rifles and being equipped with tanks, bazookas, and Kevlar has been twofold. First, civil liberties have absolutely been eroded, with police-brutality rates skyrocketing in last decade according to the Justice Department. Not only that, but, with the influx of military gear into local police forces, cops begin to view themselves as soldiers whose main job is combat rather than keeping the peace [itals. added].”

Bits and Pieces

Posted: March 27, 2014 in Uncategorized

Third World bits and pieces that are increasingly making up the Grand Banana Republic. It ain’t a pretty sight. Here.

“Conscious Uncoupling”

Posted: March 26, 2014 in Uncategorized

The advancement of human relations gives birth to new terminology. Yes, we are in the age of conscious uncoupling. That is to say, that like the concoctions of political correctness, language is in danger of becoming meaningless. It is the language of droids (think some of the classic moments of Dataspeak from Star Trek:TNG.)

G-7 Now

Posted: March 25, 2014 in Uncategorized

Hahahahahahaha…Did you catch PrezO coming into the G8 with all those military copters following Helo1? Looked like a scene from Apocalyple Now. Hahahahahahahaha…

My kind of livin’

Posted: March 25, 2014 in Art, Culture, Society
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Edward Hooper: Nighthawks (1942)

That’s me and my girlfriend. It’s 12:30 AM in the big noir playground. Notice the nuke coffee canisters in the background. They’ll keep us going till breakfast, circa 4 AM.

Note: Pay no attention to T. S. Eliot’s big dark city lines: “Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,/The muttering retreats/Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels/And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells.” (The only line that works here is the ‘sawdust/oyster shells’ line; it brings up texture and smell. The other is just cliched pen-pushing, devoid of urgent pungency. (I can do much better, and as soon as I get a really cool pen I will.)

Thrilling toxic adventure

Posted: March 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

Follow this article on the corporate toxic trail.