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Wednesday, July 18, 2018

The Dim Bulb Is Short-Circuiting!

The lights go out on Little Baby Man...


The aftermath of his lame-ass press conference with Putin? A lame-ass walk-back. How did the walk-back go? It was lame-ass squared. This is quite the photo, and metaphor. This Little Baby Man Dim-Bulb is living under an extremely dim-bulb.

We don't know what our Russian Dupe in the White House President promised to Putin. Kind of scary. It would be helpful to hear from the translator in the room, but I doubt that will happen.

The Toxic Clown's supporters are spinning madly post treason-conference. I call B.S. It is actually all quite simple. Don't let anyone fool you...

Note: I should post this on this blog every single day until this Little Baby Man resigns in disgrace or is removed from office, but I won't because that's a bit obsessive, and would really be  boring... but make no mistake, there is NO DOUBT, this President is compromised, he is being Blackmailed by Vladimir Putin.

I "know" this by Little Baby Man's words and demeanor. He always want to be the one Alpha-Male Bully in the room. Next to Putin you could see his abject fear, it was palpable, but, also, there was the desperation to please. He played an obsequious toady to a Murderous, Autocratic Strongman. It was a truly despicable display. How to tame a bully? One sharp poke in the nose (I know this from my own experience with a neighborhood bully many years ago), or some well-researched kompromat!

Black-Mail:  "refers to a situation that arises when a person threatens another person with some form of punishment if they do not offer some form of concessions. Blackmail is usually the result of one person somehow obtaining embarassing information about another and threatening to disclose it unless some form of payment (money or favors) is offered. The term originates from the words "black" and "mail", which referred to the dark or threatening nature of the letters (mail) that were received detailing the threat. Although blackmail usually entails paying a price to obtain another person's silence about an embarassing situation, it need not involve an actual event before it can be conducted. The threat of embarassing someone for a contrived event can be enough to conduct blackmail effectively, provided the threat is believable." 

Kompromat: "n Russian politics, kompromat, short for "compromising material" (компрометирующий материал), is damaging information about a politician or other public figure used to create negative publicity, for blackmail, or for ensuring loyalty. Kompromat may be acquired from various security services, or outright forged, and then publicized by use of a public relations official.[1][2] Widespread use of kompromat has been one of the characteristic features of the politics of Russia[3] and other post-Soviet states.[4][5]"

Leverage:  "power to influence people and get the results you want."

Mancuhrian Candidate: "a candidate running for office who publicly supports one group to win election, but uses his executive or legislative powers to assist an opposing group; it should not be confused with a sleeper agent who has been brainwashed into working for a political party."

Little Baby Man is caught in a vise between his Blackmailer Putin and his Legal Nemesis Robert Mueller III. Expect more lame-ass moments - greater frequency, wilder gyrations.  This Dim-Bulb is short-circuiting.

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Waves of Nausea!

Red Alert! Red Alert!! Red Alert!!!



"The US has a two-party political system, and one of those parties openly cooperates with foreign hostile powers that help the party win elections by committing criminal acts against US citizens. That's not a sustainable situation for a democracy." - Susan Simpson

Wow... I thought it was "Democracy dies in Darkness," it now looks like "Democracy dies at a press conference in Helsinki." Is there any doubt now? We are all Winston Smith now!!!

Yes, my uncanny feeling of uneasiness was spot-on (see previous post). It is kind of like watching a super-slo-motion car crash. You watch it. You watch yourself watching it. You wonder if anyone else sees what you see. Then you realize, yes, OMG, this is really, fucking happening!

There is no doubt about it now. Our Little Baby Man President is compromised, is being black-mailed by Vladimir Putin. There was a despicable display yesterday in Finland. An absolute abdication of responsibility. It is obvious that Little Baby Man fears Putin and whatever kompromat Putin has on him. Our President is working to please Putin, and to trying to save his own ass.

This was a total "Fuck You," to America.

Rick Wilson in the Daily Beast:  "Even Putin couldn’t have expected the meeting to turn out like this, with the American president capitulating passionately, obviously—and yes, it’s time to use the word—treasonously."

After meeting for over two hours in private, Little Baby Man emerges and totally submits himself to the murderous, former KGB, strongman Autocrat. Surrender! Wonder what's gonna happen next? Don't think we've seen anything quite like this before. I have a very uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Feeling waves of nausea... what happened America?!

My head was spinning all day yesterday. I turned to music. What was my soundtrack? "Fight the Power" - Public Enemy, "Animals" by Pink Floyd, "Is This the Life We Really Want," - Roger Waters, "The Harder They Come" - Jimmy Cliff, The Melodians, The Slickers, Desmond Dekker, Toots and the Maytals.

We are living in the dystopia... Babylon, Man!


Jack Shafer in Politico: "Trump's obeisance to Putin at Helsinki was easy to predict given his earlier refusals to call the Russians out and punish them. But were we ready to see him come this close to violating his oath of office to protect and defend the Constitution? Watching him grovel and defer to Putin revealed Trump as a coward and weakling, an excuse-maker and an apologizer, and as someone unfit to hold the office of president."

Monday, July 16, 2018

Idiocy x Mendacity x Desperateness + Kompromat = Submission in Helsinki

I have this uncanny feeling that something is seriously, seriously wrong...


Little Baby Man is doubling down on his idiocy. He is praising the little tin-pot, murderous dictating strongman Putin and knocking good old USA in preparation for his dastardly stupid meeting in Helsinki. Yikes!

I mean, I am no math major but there's probably an equation that encapsulates his complete useful idiot quotient: Idiocy x Mendacity x Desperateness + Kompromat = Submission in Helsinki 

OR -  (I x M x C + K = Bad Idea!).

I still think this meeting is madness (see previous post). I am kind of stunned that someone, anyone, on the US side is not doing something/anything to make sure that Little Baby Man is not alone in a room with Putin.

I also wonder, isn't every Intelligence Service on the planet trying to eavesdrop, surveil, bug this meeting? Wouldn't you want to be a fly on the wall? You have to think some enterprising Spooks are going to somehow, some way, listen in.

This is not normal, not cool, not right. The Con Man is going to meet his Black-Mailer... alone... the mind reels, the world shudders... WTF...

Sunday, July 15, 2018

A Really, Really Bad Idea!

Are they really going to let our Little Baby Man President meet with Vladimir Putin? Really? WHY? What possible reason would these two men have to want to meet all alone? The incompetant Con-Man, meets with the ex-KGB operative alone in Helsinki with only translators present? That sounds like a really, really, bad idea. Like fucking insane.  No logical reason. Something smells really fishy.  It seems pretty obvious Putin already has compromising info on Little Baby Man, a private meeting seems like another step in a sophisticated black-mail operation. It dawned on me yesterday that Putin really is calling all the shots, and Little Baby Man is so afraid of being exposed that he is willing to submit under any and all conditions set by Putin.

There is no way anyone should want a one on one meeting with that puffed-up, killer, autocrat.
The only reason Little Baby Man makes the meeting? He has no alternative. The black-mailer is in the driver's seat, Little Baby Man is in so deep, there is no turning back, no escape. He must meet with his "handler" whether he wants to or not. Expect things to take some weird and terrible turn. What will a man do when all he holds dear is in grave peril? I almost feel sorry for Little Baby Man. Oh yeah, I feel bad for us too, I mean, you know, I feel bad for the rest of the world.

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Who Will be Willing to Go Down with The Prophet of Hate?!

Yesterday's Indictments of 12 Russian Intelligence Officers lays out the who, what, when, how of the Hack of the 2016 Election. Friday the 13th 2018. A historic day for sure.

The "walls are closing in," on our Little Baby Man President and his team of malicious lackeys. We can expect the next round of indictments will lay out the case for those Americans who helped, assisted & cooridnated with the Russian Hack.

There must be folks across the land who are not sleeping well. Robert Mueller and his killer team of prosecutors seem to have the outlines of the crime well in hand. More bombshells are clearly coming down.

Interesting times. You wonder when some of the fervent supporters of Little Baby Man start jumping ship. Sure, some rats may be willing to go down with their Prophet of Hate, but there will be a time when staunch supporters will realize their fortunes clearly diverge from their Dear Leader. Self-preservation is the last act and refuge of the scoundrel.

I thought of Macbeth and Birnam Woods yesterday: "In Shakespeare's play Macbeth, Macbeth is told that he will only be defeated when Birnam Wood comes to Dunsinane. Later, his enemy's army comes through Birnam Wood and each soldier cuts a large branch to hide himself, so that when the army moves on it looks as if the wood is moving. Macbeth is defeated and killed."

The woods are moving... there is no escape... Little Baby man is caught in a vise between Mueller & Putin... things are getting dicey... yikes!

Friday, July 13, 2018

The GOP is a Broken Vessel!

Deep in the weeds on the Russian Investigation and the GOP's attempt to derail it. Yesterday I watched excerpts of FBI Agent Peter Strzok's testimony in Congress. Rick Wilson gives us a nice "blow by blow."

Let's just say if you thought the GOP was the last bastion of cretins, scumbags, dolts, lackeys, con-men, crazed dentists, clueless, mendacious ex-wrestling coaches, and barking, rabid, brainless partisans, well you would be underestimating their complete noxious & toxic deviancy. These representatives are the worst of the worst. Not representative at all. Just terrible people. Really. You think a guy (they are all men), with a fancy title and job in Washington D.C. might have a bit on the ball, no such luck. The absolute bottom of the barrel.

Maybe our Democracy really is sunk? What a complete ClusterFuck. There is no hope for the GOP. It is a broken vessel. These folks are flailing, falling, trying their best to destroy our Democracy, and the rule of law, in order to keep their grip on power. There is no excuse for this kind of mendacity. Holy Shite. If you thought things were bad listen to these Congressmen and shudder. Fucked Up Beyond Recognition...

I do believe the GOP is running scared. This Russian Investigation must probing into deep and dark acts much worse than we even imagine. The GOP fury against an FBI agent betrays their Fear of the Investigation. Easy read: If Trump and his minions are innocent, they should welcome being exonerated by Mueller and his prosecutors. Unless of course, they are guilty, and are afraid of being exposed and deposed. These are scalded, yelping, dogs, scrambling to hold onto their power in the face of a scandal of major proportions. Their only hope is to somehow derail and bury Mueller's investigation. I do not believe they will be successful. I do think the Karma-Train is coming down the track. Traitors, Treason-Weasels, they will meet their destinies.

Here's Wilson: "Strzok was supposed to be a key in the imaginary conspiracy that Trump's congressional lackeys and media fantasists have desperately tried to write as history. The idea that his text messages poison the entire Mueller investigation was a pillar of their defense of the president. This morning they were going for a quick kill. They needed Strzok to flail, and wilt. The Gowdy, Goodlatte, and Gaetz types needed their grandstanding, dick-waving mock outrage to leave Strozk shaking and begging for mercy. Strzok had none of it. In this morning’s round he left the Trumpists of the House staggered in their corner, cut and shaky, wondering where Strzok learned to hit back that hard."

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Extremely Weird, Mildly Weird, But Always Weird.

The language we use is important. Words. They carry meaning. Meaning hangs around us like a cloak, a cloud, an aroma. Earlier in my life I was greatly influenced by Samuel Beckett and the Theater of the Absurd. So yes, when I got into deep philosophical conversations I would fall back on the "absurdity of life: the conflict between the human tendency to seek inherent value and meaning in life and the human inability to find any."

It was a way to sum up life. Which isn't a very useful or meaningful thing to do, and it always seemed like a "closed door." A way of ending a conversation. I now pretty much reject that idea/label. And I wonder if Beckett really thought of his work as the theater of the absurd. I review a list of quotes and find him gnomic, Sphinx-like.

Today I can say that, yes, Life has value and meaning, even if I can't put a finger on what that value and meaning entails. It just is. I don't seek meaning, I conjure meaning for myself.

I no longer think of my life as absurd, I think of it as "weird." You know:
"involving or suggesting the supernatural; unearthly or uncanny: a weird sound; weird lights. fantastic; bizarre: a weird getup. Archaic. concerned with or controlling fate or destiny." Very much an open door. Doesn't sum up, or give an answer, leaves room for more questions.

I experience the weirdness of my life every single day. I don't find life hard, or a chore, or a job, I find it weird. Sometimes extremely weird, sometimes mildly weird, but always, always, weirdly weird.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

"Intellectual Darkness & Barbarity!"

Everything seems slightly wrong. Some things feel majorly wrong. Weird times. You are living your life, trying to get along, doing your thing, but there is this general drift of wrongness. You are carried along in a big stream, a larger trend, the planet is getting more and more crowded, people are getting crazier & needier. Maybe too much concentrated energy. Density.

You know, there must have been some happy folks, some wild parties, during the Dark Ages, but Darkness was the major theme. Maybe this is an echo of that earlier time? 500 AD - 1000 AD. "Intellectual darkness and Barbarity!" Hopefully it's a blip, a mistake, a slight detour. We can right the wrong. I'm sure. I mean, I think, I mean, I hope.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Symbols & Cultural Markers.


This morning I am thinking about symbols and cultural markers. "The Knight of Wands" (Lord of Flame and Lightening), from the Tarot Deck, and the phrase: "Black Sheep."

I have been burning up lately. This weather. I run hot anyway. Add in the heat of the day and I am just a burning cauldron most of the time. I pulled a Tarot Card yesterday morning, and it did set the tone for the day, and this description does fit me (for good and bad), in so many ways:

"The Knight of Wands is an ‘act first, think later’ type of guy. He is impatient and impulsive, with a love for action. The downside to the Knight of Wands is that while he is bursting with energy and enthusiasm, he has a tendency to rush into things without much consideration for the consequences of his actions. He sets off on his journey in haste and often fails to have a clear plan of attack and this may negatively impact his chances of longer-term success. He is so focused on being the best and of fame and glory that he almost forgets to plan ahead and to keep sight of reality. The Knight of Wands can also come across as aggressive and overly ambitious. He is highly insistent even if others stand in his way, criticise him or challenge him."

We were at a "gathering of the tribes" yesterday. Family. Extended family. My companion and I always feel like the "Black Sheep" in these kinds of gatherings. Some folks seem to live a more orderly, moderate, rational, common-sense existence. Married. Have kids. Good jobs. Seem to know who they are and how they fit in the world.

That was never for us. We never had a plan. Had very little common sense, were always flailing about, living day to day, making it up as we went along. Full of dreams, overly-ambitious, with no plan, or means, to realize our dreams. Never able to "grow up."

We have never fit in. Never have. Never will. There may have been a time when we tried our best to to be like others, but that time is dead and gone. We now wear the Black Sheep thing, if not with pride, at least without shame. Yes, we are different. We never grew up. We have no clue what we are doing. We still are flailing about trying to break out of the circumstances of our lives.

I think we both kind of wish we had embraced our Black Sheep nature much earlier in life. Yes, we are different, we get in trouble often, we are kind of an embarrassment. You have a problem with that?!

Monday, July 09, 2018

"Is That Stable State Going to Be One That's Suitable For Humanity?"

I think of myself as a hybrid - "a person or group of persons produced by the interaction or crossbreeding of two unlike cultures, traditions, etc."  You know I'm a person or group of persons.

A Beatles fan (reveling in melody, harmony and enthusiasm) & a Stones fan (reveling in decadence, hard-blues, shambolic r&r). A Buddhist with deep Catholic scars and tendencies. An Optimist with streaks of Pessimism running down my back.

Up early Monday morning and the pessimist is in charge... I am thinking about Temperatures in Siberia:


"2018 has unfortunately been a prime example of global warming’s effect on the jet stream. And northern Siberia has been getting blowtorched by heat that refuses to quit because of an ongoing blocked pattern favorable for intense heat."

Nick Humphrey: "Once you reach certain tipping points, the Earth takes over and amplifies what we’ve done to make things go faster. These increasing heat events, these extreme weather events, that’s all a process of the Earth trying to speed itself up to get to a new stable state. Is that stable state going to be one that’s suitable for humanity?"

Aye. There's the rub. We human beings are pushing the planet to the extremes with our stupid and relentless poisoning of the environment. Some of us know better, but most of us don't seem to give a shit. Will we come to our senses in time? Is our time up? The pessimist in me thinks we are fucking toast. The optimist thinks a change of consciousness can happen in the blink of an eye. Pessimist: Maybe that blink's time has passed. 

What happens to human beings when the planet adjusts? Are we just like a viral infection? A colony of bacteria? A dangerous, ignorant pest that the planet needs to shake?

Sunday, July 08, 2018

"A Cesspool of Deviancy" - The Ohio State Wrestling Program!

Ex-members of the  Ohio State Wrestling Team reveal to Politico damning testimony about the brewing "sexual abuse scandal" at the University, which may engulf the mouth-breathing, knucklehead, Jim Jordan, GOP Rep from Ohio.

Yikes. What is wrong with Human Beings? Everywhere you turn people reveal themselves to be such shits. Makes you question the whole Human Experiment.

"A half-dozen ex-wrestlers told POLITICO they were regularly harassed in their training facility by sexually aggressive men who attended the university or worked there. The voyeurs would masturbate while watching the wrestlers shower or sit in the sauna, or engage in sexual acts in the areas where the athletes trained, the former wrestlers said."

Sounds like Jordan was just another one of those people who turned a blind eye to the debauch. Of course, he's a member of the party that has a prime sexual abuser at the top of the org. chart.

“I never knew about any type of abuse,” Jordan said in an interview this week. “If I did, I would have done something about it.”

"Though none of the wrestlers and coaches interviewed blamed Jordan for the inappropriate behavior they experienced in Larkins Hall, they said he would have had to know about it. One former wrestler told POLITICO he saw Jordan yell at male voyeurs to get out of the sauna, though Jordan’s office refuted this account. Even three wrestlers who defended Jordan said it would have been impossible for him not to notice the pervasive toxic atmosphere surrounding the team."

A former Wrestling Coach, quoted anonymously: “It was a cesspool of deviancy. And that’s a whole ’nother story that no one has addressed.” 

Who could of guessed that a "sport" where young boys and men roll around on a rubber mat groping and tossing each other around could attract a cesspool of deviancy?

Just another story of complete corruption. Folks looking the other way to protect the Powers that Be. To protect the University. To protect the program. You can't make this stuff up. Human Beings never fail to disappoint. You hope folks would "do the right thing." Act with dignity, grace, compassion, empathy. Often they only seem to do whatever they can get away with. The horror...

Saturday, July 07, 2018

"This is the only musical: the mouth." - Little Baby Man


I was going to let this pass without comment, but, I just can't. Our Noxious, Toxic Sad & Sick Circus-Clown Prez (see previous post), often goes out into the hinterlands to speak to the rabid, raging hordes. They love that Sick Clown with all their hearts. They love to hear the words of hate and stupidity shooting out of his big fat, drooling mouth.

Does he employ speech-writers? We just don't know. If he does, they must a bunch of meth-drenched, LSD-dosed monkeys on rickety, old typewriters.  Fucking Gibberish.

A mind is a terrible thing to waste. We are watching a mind totally disintegrating on the national stage. Is it sad? No. Except this gibbering, idiot-madman gets to make decisions for all of us. This is an actual transcription from his speech in Montana on July 5... read it and... wonder... what the fuck?!


Friday, July 06, 2018

Conscious vs. Brain-Dead!

Sorry. Yes. I know it's ugly. Hideous. I just can't resist. A certain perfection.



The NY Daily News is one of Little Baby Man's hometown newspapers. They know this Toxic, Noxious, Sicko, Twisted, Evil, Zombie-fied, Circus-Clown as well as anyone. This is no longer about Politics. Or I mean, of course it is, but this particular Human Being is beyond the pale, an insult to any and all sentient beings. Forget Democrat vs. Republican, Liberal vs. Conservative, Think Conscious vs. Brain-Dead.

Little Baby Man is an insult to our intelligence; anyone who can read, or write, put two words together, construct a sentence, feed themselves, avoid peeing their pants. Anyone with feelings, empathy, any sense of shame or decency. Any moral compass. Any competence. Any (fill in the blank here)...

This man is a threat the our sanity. A threat to the US. A threat to the World. It is impressive just how all the most toxic, damaging qualities could gather in the fat carcass of one blathering, blithering, blowhard of a Human.

I recently finished reading George Orwell's "Down and Out in Paris & London," there is a chapter on "curse words" - a profane or obscene word, Orwell thought that curse words were kind of an incantation, a branch of magic. George Carlin had a bit on the "seven dirty words."  I'd like to find a way to combine the best curse words in one grand incantation. To conjure a spell of obscenity. A profane spell to help bring this abomination of a being to an appointment with his Karma.  But, to be polite, I think I will do it silently in my head. Maybe the worst fate we could imagine: Little Baby Man actually has to be Little Baby Man. The horror. The horror.

Thursday, July 05, 2018

"Hating Popular Things Doesn't Make You a More Interesting Person."

Not sure I agree with the headline. I mean, I was never popular myself, so, for most of my existence, I have cultivated a personality and sensibility on liking unpopular things. I'm not convinced, I mean, hating popular things might make you more interesting. There are whole cults, and trends, and genres, and tastes, based on unpopularity. Think of all your friends who like bands or movies or people that no one else likes. How many Critics, (movies, music, food, etc) have made their mark by hating popular things? Either they are interesting people, or just contrary assholes. Maybe both.

Although, now that I think of it, I think it was Chuck Klosterman (American Author and Essayist),  who pointed out that just because something is popular doesn't make it bad, I mean, there must be some good reasons why something is popular, I think, if I remember correctly, it was Klosterman who made the case that popular culture might not be good, but it is never wrong. But then again, maybe Chuck was just trying to be an interesting character by being contrary.

Maybe if someone would have told me that I didn't need to hate popular things when I was a moody, pissed off, recalcitrant teenager I would have tried to like more popular things? Doubtful.

Anyway, yesterday, July 4th, 2018, we decided to only do "popular" things. It's a bit contrary to my nature, but I was in agreeable mood, so we went with the popular things...

1. Played Beatles and Led Zeppelin on the CD player. Surprisingly "Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band," and "Led Zeppelin IV (ZoZo),"  on random play makes for a pretty interesting soundscape. Don't let the critics tell you any different. Two popular records for many good reasons.

2. Pizza. We ate Pizza. It was good. How can you not like pizza? Pretty much all the main food groups in one big circle!

3. Watched "The Big Lebowski." Every scene is great. Lots of laughs, almost every scene is brilliant, fully realized, and when Townes Van Zandt starts singing "Dead Flowers" at the end, well, the tears just flowed like summer rain.

4. Went to the big fireworks display. I actually do hate this July 4th ritual, but I decided to pretend I didn't, just to be agreeable, or maybe not totally disagreeable. Almost fell asleep. My friend told me the long wait for the fading light to finally disappear was "building suspense."  I replied: "The suspense is killing me." So dramatic. I watched the twinkling lights and flashing colors, all the pretty people transfixed, and wondered what it was all about.

5.  Crashed out at the end of a long day with two pillows under my head. No dreams. Just a deep, restful sleep. Sleep - necessary and very, very popular!

Wednesday, July 04, 2018

Everything is Different. Everything is the Same.

Sometimes I find myself staying at other people's houses, watching other people's dogs. Where I live, the houses closer to the Lake are bigger, more palatial. You can actually see block by block how proximity to the Lake means wealth. Sometimes I find myself in beautiful, enormous, mansion-like homes. Homes I could never imagine owning. Usually, when I find myself in such a Citizen Kane like place, I am alone. I mean, it's always just me and the dog. I get paid to hang out with a furry creature buddy.

Everything is different. Different bed. Different sound system. Different coffee maker. Still, there are the constants. I always brew up a great pot of coffee to start the day. Today I'm drinking a pot brewed up from organic beans from Tanzania. I am listening to a bunch of cd's I brought with me, Beatles, Fleetwood Mac, Neil Young, Led Zeppelin. Sometimes it pays to like what everyone else likes, right?

I also have been listening to Television's "Marquee Moon." I just recently finished another 33 1/3 book, this one about Television's first record. It's written by Bryan Waterman. What a great little book. It's a well-researched, entertaining read. It reminded me that although I may have inherited a bunch of great artists: Beatles, Dylan, Stones, Who.  I actually discovered a bunch of cool bands too: Patti Smith Group, Talking Heads, Ramones & Television.They all happen to be New York bands. Birthed at CBGBs.

Television were the reigning Kings of CBGBs. They were there first. They were the ones who established that club to be the r&r dive you had to check out. It's kind of weird and maybe a bit sad that the other three bands had much more success than Television ever did. But also in some way Television and "Marquee Moon," seem even more extraordinary, more pure and unsullied than any of those other acts. I know they made a couple other records, but I only own the first one, and it's sits alone, in amber, preserved like a strange and beautiful beast.

Music. It's amazing how so much of my life is consumed with music. I am not alone in this either. It's sort of like a religion with some of my friends too. Music is something we have faith in, something we sink into every day. It can be meditative, transcending, or challenging.

Yesterday, we had an afternoon rehearsal with our band. Kind of a rare treat. Usually we get together in the evening, but it worked out that we could get together mid-day, which seemed like a bonus. There is something so consuming, satisfying and exhilarating about getting in a room and playing music. Running through songs, totally sinking into the vibe. We must have run through about 20 whitewolfsonicprincess' originals yesterday. There is a special communication going on. Beyond words. It's not a word thing, it's a sound thing, a vibe. One of those really cool things to do. Playing music with extraordinary people. Exhausting too. Renewing too.

Anyway. Another day in the mansion. Coffee in my mug. Music on the box. A million thoughts and feelings flying.

Tuesday, July 03, 2018

"What a Great Day to Be Alive!" - Sunnyjimmy

Yes. I actually said those words (to myself) yesterday: "What a great day to be alive." Considering our human ancestors have been around for around 6 million years, and the modern form of human beings have been on the planet for 200,000 years, you'd think I'd say those words every day of my lowly, humble, meager existence, but it's not true. I take a lot for granted. To be sure.

I found myself downtown in the big city yesterday. After two hellish days, super, blazing-hot, heat index in the 100's, the temps were much milder, nice breeze, blue sky, the day kind of friendly and welcoming. So yeah, went from basic survival mode in the days of hell, to sort of a happy, contented zone, meeting the day with a smile, happy to be conscious, all my major organs working, all my fingers and toes intact.

The day was pretty much perfect. That Radiohead song in my head: "Everything in it's right place." I made all my appointments, fulfilled all my duties of the day, easily, on-time, the day meeting me on my terms. Everything, everyone, looked beautiful. Even the not beautiful things, the not beautiful people.

People. They were everywhere. The city was so alive. Energy just rising off the streets. Hard to know how and why that feeling of euphoria wrapped me in a little bubble, but it happened. It was a good day. Yes, it was, a very good day, a day in the life, and I was glad to be alive.

Monday, July 02, 2018

We are in for a Bumpy Ride!

Remember that Lawyer and Business Partner of Little Baby Man Prez? No charges have been filed yet, but the FBI seized a ton of evidence. The Prosecutors are reviewing now.

Remember Cohen famously said he'd "take a bullet" for Little Baby Man. Of course, that was a time when no bullets, (metaphorical or otherwise),  of any consequence, were flying through the air. Now, well, looks like our tough guy lawyer has envisioned a future rotting in a prison cell, and has reached down into the depths of his soul and found a new loyalty: “To be crystal clear, my wife, my daughter and my son, and this country have my first loyalty.” - M. Cohen

Little Baby Man didn't make it in that sentence. Did M. Cohen just try on his John Dean mask for size? We are hurtling towards a constitutional crisis of epic proportions. Expect lots more bombshells, ridiculous and disturbing, and nation-shaking details. Please strap in: firmly attach your seat-belt, put on your crash-helmet. We are in for a bumpy ride.

Sunday, July 01, 2018

"Quitters to Be Buried." - John Wayne as Thomas Dunston

I haven't seen Howard Hawk's "Red River" in a long time. I suppose, now, all these many years later, I consider it a foundational film. It was one of my Father's favorites. John Wayne actually acts. John Ford who had made a shit-load of movies with Wayne famously said after seeing Hawks movie: "I didn't know the son of a bitch could act." John Ford and Howard Hawks were two of America's great myth-makers; reimagining the American West, and the hale and hearty Men's Men who conquered it.

Wayne plays a "tyrannical" and "stubborn" man in Red River. Classic Western. A story of Men, Fathers and Sons. Montgomery Clift  plays Dunston's son. Later (in real life) we would learn that Clift was a closeted gay man with a serious drugs and drink problem. Not bad casting for the Prodigal Son.

Herding cattle across the land. That was the family biz. Now that's a man's job.

Not everyone was up to the job. "Quitters to be buried." First you shoot them down, then you bury them. Man's work. Yeah, that line was always sort of unintentionally funny, but at the same time, there was that serious message: You don't quit, you don't give up, you tough it out, you don't back out of your commitments. A Man toughs it out. A Man. What is a Man?

There were some mythic figures in my Father's world, icons who figured in the answer: John Wayne, Humphrey Bogart as Sam Spade, Philip Marlowe, Fred C. Dobbs in "The Treasure of Sierra Madre," Gary Cooper, John & Walter Huston, Steve McQueen, Ben Johnson, William Holden, (actors all, portraying, playing at being bigger than life men),  Vince Lombardi, (the ultimate, big-time coach, the real thing), Hemingway (two-fisted drinker, double-barreled writer, myth/man/mayhem). Men. Men's Men.


Of course, in my youthful rebellious years, I was assembling my own Pantheon of Icons and cultural heroes, the Soft Boys, the sensitive boy-men from what I then thought of as the "counter culture," you know, Men, with their Boy-like qualities front and center - long-haired, dope-smokers, promoting Peace,  Love and Understanding - Soft Boys - those propelling themselves into music, poetry, theater - John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Pete Townshend, Gary Snyder, Bob Dylan, Sam Shepard.

There was that whole Vince Lombardi code: "When the going gets tough, the tough get going." The Sam Spade code: Do the hard thing. Stand up for your code. Live by your code. Be true to your word. Be true to your partner. As a young lad, as a sensitive and ornery teenager, I hated hearing that all shit. I pushed back against it. But now, all these years later, I realize, I have incorporated that "code" into my DNA, my biome too.

So, yeah, and remember, "No one promised you a Rose Garden." And the going always gets tough. Count on it. That's life. Tough shit. You need to adapt, adjust, endure. You must be willing to "bend don't break." How you deal with adversity defines us. If you fall, or get knocked down, you get right back up. No quitters around here. Fighters.

Lately things seem really fucked up: Politically, Socially, Personally. And still, I do believe in the power of positive thinking. I do think we need to buck up. We need to dust ourselves off. Stand strong. Toughen up a bit. Sure, it's okay to cry. Big boys can cry. It might even be a necessary cleansing. Sure, take a moment, let the tears flow. Then put your boots on, pull up your britches, and face the day! I am a holistic tough guy. You know tough and sensitive at the same time. Vince Lombardi/Alan Watts/Joseph Campbell. I am bit more Zen, more open to showing my vulnerabilities. But still, I hold to a certain toughness.

And I have another universe of role models now. Many more Women figure in my personal mythology, my Pantheon of Cool. I think of inspirers like Patti Smith, Mary Karr, Yoko Ono, Joan Didion, Lucinda Williams, Michelle Obama, Hilary Clinton and my latest new favorite: Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Strong, creative, progressive Women. Tough and Sensitive too. Yeah, from John Wayne to Yoko Ono. There's a story there.

Hilary Clinton on Incivility... "Give me a break! What is more uncivil and cruel than taking children away? It should be met with resolve and strength. And if some of that comes across as a little uncivil, well, children’s lives are at stake."

Yes.

And from Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez: "Respect the hustle. Out-work the competition." Lombardi in action! "Run to daylight!"

A young, progressive woman goes out into the neighborhood and introduces herself to the people she hopes to represent. She walks the pavement, meets and greets, finds out what's on voter's minds, constructs a political agenda based on voter's needs. She plows forward. Damn the torpedoes.

We need more tough, resilient, fighters for the good cause. Men & Women. Fighting for a better day. A better vision. No quitters. Fighters. You know when the going gets tough.... 


Saturday, June 30, 2018

"What Would We Do Without Wishful Thinking?" - Jeff Tweedy

Parallel Construction: "a law enforcement process of building a parallel—or separate—evidentiary basis for a criminal investigation in order to conceal how an investigation actually began."

For instance, you may have evidence of a grand conspiracy to defraud the USA, but the evidence is "Signals Intelligence (SIGNIT): "intelligence-gathering by interception of signals, whether communications between people communications intelligence—abbreviated to COMINT) or from electronic signals not directly used in communication (electronic intelligence—abbreviated to ELINT)."

So let's say you'd prefer not to reveal how you got the raw SIGNIT, you want to protect your sources, you have to build a case Human Being by Human Being. You need to get people to talk. To explain their actions, to tell the truth, to testify under oath. You need to break, to turn, to flip conspirators. Get them to commit to the real.

So you imagine a Special Counsel and a robust team of Prosecutors working diligently behind the scenes; meticulous, careful, judicious, dedicated to discovering the truth, putting the pieces together, constructing a grand narrative, and a list of indictments, accumulating pleas and convictions.

I put lots of faith in an idea; that there are still some Honest Human Beings amongst us. Wishful thinking? Maybe. I still have a faith that some of us can be loyal to a higher calling; beyond race, class, tribe. Loyal to truth, justice, common sense, rationality, facts.

It is sometimes difficult to see that reality behind the horror-show of our social and media landscape. It all seems like madness. Toil and Trouble. People out of their heads. Fighting for the last dollar, clinging to power by any means. Lording it over others. Needing, wanting, grasping. Faith only in the $$$.

I imagine a different tribe. Human Beings willing to transcend race, class, tribe. Human Beings loyal to being Human. I belong to that Tribe. The Tribe of Transcendence: Human Rights, Dignity, Fraternity, Liberty, Humanity, Justice, Love. I put my faith in a better day. Cooler heads. Intelligence. Discernment. Common Sense. Clarity. Silly me. I know, maybe, Wishful Thinking. What would we do without it?

Friday, June 29, 2018

Black Robed Guy Compromised Too! Hah!

Paranoia: "a tendency on the part of an individual or group toward excessive or irrational suspiciousness and distrustfulness of others."

Right?! You begin to think the rot is everywhere. Deep, rotten, corruption flowing behind the events of the day. You are excessively suspicious. You begin to think you can't trust your own eyes. You start to wonder if there is another story behind the headline stories.  A deeper network of connections and corruption. Money flowing in every direction. Money corrupting everything.

Oh man. What the Fuck?! Can it possibly be true that the 81 year old white guy who just hung up his black robe, throwing the Supreme Court into crisis (see previous post), has a son, who was a banker that over the years (1997-2009), loaned our Russian Asset Little Baby Man Wanna Be Dictator over $1 Billion Dollars?

That is not possible? Is it?  A Supreme Court Judge compromised? One degree of separation from corruption. Fucking amazing. Why are we finding this out now? Has someone been sitting on this information? Is someone making this shit up just to mess with our heads? We are slimed folks.  Trump-ism is sort of like AIDS. Or the Black Plague. We are infected. All of our major institutions, all of our major organs, are infected. Diseased.

“Say hello to your boy,” Mr. Trump said. “Special guy.”

"Mr. Trump was apparently referring to Justice Kennedy’s son, Justin. The younger Mr. Kennedy spent more than a decade at Deutsche Bank, eventually rising to become the bank’s global head of real estate capital markets, and he worked closely with Mr. Trump"

"During Mr. Kennedy’s tenure, Deutsche Bank became Mr. Trump’s most important lender, dispensing well over $1 billion in loans to him for the renovation and construction of skyscrapers in New York and Chicago at a time other mainstream banks were wary of doing business with him because of his troubled business history."

The news of the day just gets more and more twisted... 

Thursday, June 28, 2018

"Sometimes things don't work out... Sometimes things don't work out... Sometimes happens all the time..." - Henry Rollins

An 81 year old white guy decides to hang up his black robe, and it all seemingly goes to shit. Is this how the USA takes another hard right turn and becomes more hostile to Women, Immigrants, Working People, Gays, Liberals?

Is it really possible we have to watch the Russian Dupe/Asset, our own little wanna-be Little Baby Man Dictator, remake the Supreme Court for the next 40 years? Jesus.

What is my deep, fine-honed, insight? FUCK! Things are looking pretty dark this morning. Try as I may, I don't see an upside. The coffee isn't helping. I will have to get back to you on that.

I am left with my tried and true aphorisms & battle-tested quotes.

"Hope Dies Last." - Studs Terkel

"You are the Authority." - Philip K. Dick

"When the going gets tough, the tough get going." - Vince Lombardi

"Don't be denied." - Neil Young

"It's so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. You know, what's the point of living... if you don't have a dick? " - Donnie Darko

"Instant Karma's gonna get you!" - John Lennon

"Follow your bliss." - Joseph Campbell

"A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. A psychotic is a guy who's just found out what's going on. - William Burroughs

"All that glitters is not gold." William Shakespeare

"The only rule is that there are no rules." - Del Close

"Run to daylight." - Vince Lombardi

"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." - Franklin D. Roosevelt

"Fuck it." - Anonymous

"All that is gold does not glitter." - J.R.R. Tolkein

"Rationality is just another mask we wear." - Keith Johnstone

"Consciousness can change in an instant." - Michael Thoms

"He not busy being born is busy dying." - Bob Dylan

"Every step counts." - Sunnyjimmy

"Not all who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkein

"Politics is like trying to screw a cat in the ass." - Charles Bukowski

"All you need is Love." - John Lennon

"The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom." (Editor's Note: Unless you die choking on your own vomit).  - William Blake

"Fake it till you make it." - An English Aphorism

You know... "act as if..."

 ...tomorrow will be a better day...
... love will conquer all...
... you do believe...
... it ain't over until it's over...

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

The Future is Unwritten - Let's Make it More Progressive, More Humane!

Great video. Great message. 



Maybe I'm wrong. But this morning I catch the news that this Young, Charismatic, Progressive, Democratic Woman, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez won a primary in NY last night against a powerful, long-time Democrat. She's a new face. A new voice. She worked hard meeting folks from all walks of life in her district. She most likely will win this safe Democratic seat easily in November 2018.

I don't know. I think this Woman is the future. Right? And the Future is Unwritten. And maybe that Future could be more Progressive, More Socialistic, More Inclusive, More Diverse, Younger, Bolder, More Humane?

The last time I felt this kind of instant connection with a political figure was when I caught a young, wide-eared Illinois Congressman on local TV. I watched a few minutes of him speaking, answering questions, and I immediately called my Father and told him I just saw the Future of the Democratic Party!  That guy was Barack Hussein Obama in 2004.

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

"Self-Justification is a Specialty of Mankind." - Hamilton Nolan


Who is Hamilton Nolan?  A writer for Splinter. The late, great David Carr once had some complimentary things to say about him. Carr: he will just step up and fill somebody with ack ack. I think to myself: Hmm, whether it was true or not, it was executed with a great deal of vigor, in a way I probably do not do any more.”

I just discovered Hamilton Nolan yesterday, via this article... "This Is Just the Beginning." Blazing. Powerful. A bit chilling.

This seems so true.  The Powerful always push around those less Powerful. Most of us are the "people who have the power wielded against."

"One thing that people who wield great power often fail to viscerally understand is what it feels like to have power wielded against you. This imbalance is the source of many of the most monstrous decisions that get made by powerful people and institutions. The people who start the wars do not have bombs dropped on their houses. The people who pass the laws that incarcerate others never have to face the full force of the prison system themselves. The people who design the economic system that inflicts poverty on millions are themselves rich. This sort of insulation from the real world consequences of political and economic decisions makes it very easy for powerful people to approve of things happening to the rest of us that they would never, ever tolerate themselves. No health insurance CEO would watch his child die due to their inability to afford quality health care. No chickenhawk Congressman will be commanding a tank battle in Iran. No opportunistic race-baiting politician will be shunned because of their skin color. Zealots condemn gay people—except for their own gay children. The weed-smoking of young immigrants should get them deported—but our own weed-smoking was a youthful indiscretion. Environmentalist celebrities fly on carbon-spouting private jets. Banks make ostentatious charity donations while raking in billions from investments in defense contractors and gun manufacturers and oil companies. This is human nature. It is very, very easy to do things that hurt others as long as those same things benefit, rather than hurt, you. Self-justification is a specialty of mankind."

Here's Hamilton's message for the Trump enablers...

"Stop working for this man. Stop enabling him. Stop assisting him. Start fighting him. The people who are responsible for what is happening are not going to get out of this with their happy wealthy respectable lives unscathed. This is a country that locks poor people in cages for decades for trying to make $20. This is a country that is “tough on crime.” Remember? And the ones who make the laws are not going to like what happens when America starts to regard them as the criminals."

Monday, June 25, 2018

"WE ARE ALREADY ON THE SLIPPERY SLOPE!" - DAVID ROBERTS - VOX

"If we extend unlimited tolerance even to those who are intolerant, if we are not prepared to defend a tolerant society against the onslaught of the intolerant, then the tolerant will be destroyed, and tolerance with them." -Karl Popper - "The Open Society and Its Enemies" 

Cool new trend: Shaming and Shunning Folks who espouse, promote, implement, apologize for, and/ or defend abhorrent, anti-human policies. Shame a Racist, Shun a Fascist today! We will all feel better! Have A Nice Day!

Of course this must all be peaceful. But we can stand and be heard. We must organize, evangelize, be smart, be united, for a better day, against HATE. We must speak up, march, and WE MUST VOTE. Every American with a conscience needs to vote for the Democrats this November. No excuses. We must take our country back from the Deplorables.

Yes. I can get behind this new trend in DC where folks are Shunning and Shaming Trump Administration members. I don't think it's a bad thing. I think it's necessary. When is deplorable shit just totally deplorable? This Administration is hurtling towards "fascism." We can not stand around and wring our hands. We must raise our voices and declare this is not normal. This is not tolerable! We out-number these people.

If you espouse hatred and division, you should be called out. Shame on you! Remember shame?!

This Tweet-Storm from David Roberts of Vox is quite the beautiful thing (be sure to click over and read the whole thing), I highly endorse, here are some select highlights:



















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