it's a jungle out there folks

dear newt, America wants to know, who was jobin' yer knob when you wrote this?

"Judge Walker's ruling overturning Prop 8 is an outrageous disrespect for our Constitution and for the majority of people of the United States who believe marriage is the union of husband and wife. In every state of the union from California to Maine to Georgia, where the people have had a chance to vote they've affirmed that marriage is the union of one man and one woman. Congress now has the responsibility to act immediately to reaffirm marriage as a union of one man and one woman as our national policy. Today’s notorious decision also underscores the importance of the Senate vote tomorrow on the nomination of Elena Kagan to the Supreme Court because judges who oppose the American people are a growing threat to our society.”

* Jon Chait on Cordoba House opponents: "This episode is a major statement about American pluralism, minority rights and America's ability to make the necessary divide between moderate and extremist Muslims. A lot of people are going to eventually feel ashamed about where they stood."
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wrong wrong Jon Chait, being a foxnewzican means never having to feel ashamed. if it should ever become convenient or useful for them to have been all in favor of Cordoba House, then that's what their reality will become. why would they be ashamed of that?

Praise Allah, There's a Black Log in My Cabin, the organization of conservative gay black Muslims, announced something today. a very funny thing was announced by them that is germane to their conservative gayblackMuslimness in a quirky way that advances and enhances the humor. so goat head and think of something to go in there (helpful hint: maybe something funny). and then laugh at yourself. "ha I am so fucking funny," sez you. "you have a tickle boner," sez me(as always, lady boners are included). and good looking ta boot. oooh baby. you should totally be showing off your private parts at every opportunity. what? too far you say. no way. I wonder how many times a corpse in a casket has been flashed by a mourner. probably somewhere between 17 and not enough. life is for the living, the dead can't even suck an egg or a straw or a tit or a, ..you know. that's what happens when you die, all your suck goes away. or something. I like the 'or something' ending. it is versatile like a one-man-band with a monkey and a trust fund that spits on your trousers(trust fund people all wear trousers, even the babies). but as your Uncle Al always asks, "what would you rather, a trust fund that spits or no trust fund at all?". and then you realize, he gets you every time with that one. bastard.

Riley & Mindi visit, steal my internet and get licked by dogs

the obvious thing that none of the shouters are shouting: putting a mosque close to ground zero is an act of bravery. they are making themselves a target for nutters from all directions. they are volunteering for the job of canary in our coal mine.

a morning glory closing up shop

category: things Sandy doesn't get

I don't think Steve Carell is funny. if I had no hands, I could count the times he's made me laugh on my fingers. and it's worse than that even; his lack of funny makes me cringe. I feel embarrassed for him, which is I guess, what he's going for, like constantly. but not to the point of it being humorous. as far as I can tell he's a one joke comic and the joke ain't funny. but I must be in a tiny minority, because the fucker is everywhere. he must never sleep he's workin' so much.

update: I'm a prick and this is too harsh by a mile. he has an ability to touch parts that mostly go untouched, he is skilled at vulnerable. I just wish he was funny too.

blah blah caveats blah blah, there are some things going on in my life, one right after the fucking other, that point me to the idea that some thing/one is having a fun time finding imaginative ways to teach me lessons. ..house, well I wouldn't say whistleworthy, but pretty clean, feels good. now that The Great Cleanening is Done, I feel like a dog after a bath. ..just got off the phone from Mom in Florida. I sang her the Happy Birthday song, 86 today. and for the first time I got a thank-you song in return. the sweetest voice on the planet. there is 30 years between us and I want it to stay that way. I told her she is wonderful and I love her and I made her laugh about a dozen times. in the mail today she will receive a goofyass present that could only be from me. plus balloons.

so long Jo

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droppin' like flies

another person who got a kick outta me

and me likewise

dies

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fuck

"and in the end

the love you take

is equal to the love

you make"

-Beatles

three times in recent days in different ways the song 'Come Together ' has come to me. and today whilst cleaning my filthy house in prep for Seattleson & Mindi's visit, I'm playing some albums. I found 'Abbey Road' misplaced in a Joe Jackson album cover, 'Night and Day', that I was going to give a listen for the first time in could be ten and might be twenty years. Joe was only up front because he got reshuffled when I moved the stack, in three carries. funny how now one thousand times as much music fits in your dang pocket. welcome back Abbey. "got to be good lookin' cause he's so hard to see"

"i'm yer huckleberry"

a lovely poem

The White Carabao

I first visited the Philippines in 2004, in the month prior to their election. Campaign vehicles drove around with loudspeakers mounted on their roofs, selling their candidates like the Blues Brothers announcing a gig.

I've been back to visit every 2 years since then. A lot of things have changed; a new president, new road construction, new housing and business construction. But a lot of things haven't changed. If you cut all the trees on the mountainside and build concrete hollow block homes, the mud still slides.

The polished marble floors of Montalban are still down the street from sheet metal shacks, the machine guns for the bodyguards are still stacked in the mayor's dining room , the 12 year old kids are still in the streets selling cigarettes a single stick at a time, because who can afford to buy a whole pack? The stray dogs with swollen tits are as ubiquitous as the diesel smoke. Some enterprising young lad dreams of milking the dogs for his dirty ice cream business. Waiter, there's a dog hair in my soup! No Extra Charge, Sir! The old lady is still standing in the middle of the Manila expressway traffic hawking pot holders, a dollar a dozen, and how she doesn't fall down from diesel smoke asphyxiation is a fucking miracle. Maybe she did fall down and her daughter inherited the business. I've been gone for 2 weeks and I'm still coughing up green lung cookies speckled gray with diesel soot.



Ashes to ashes and mud to mud, some of the mudslides still claim the bodies of people. "One day you will come to know the quiet strength of bamboo."





I'm currently reading "Kapwa: The Self in The Other" by Katrin De Guia, a book about the" worldviews and lifestyles of Filipino Culture-Bearers". One of the artists in the book is the filmmaker, Kidlat Tahimik, creator of the film Mababangong bangungot, or Perfumed Nightmare, Winner of the Berlin Film Festival International Critics Award and a Blue Ribbon at the American Film Festival.


The 1977 movie tells the tale of a young Filipino man's infatuation with the American Space Program, and his subsequent disillusionment with "progress" after traveling to Paris with an Americano to run the Americano's gumball machine business. The movie is a scathing critique of colonialism.

I cringed upon hearing the voice of Henry Kissinger talking about Africa.

Part 2


Part 3

Part4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Who will be Miss Supermarket of 1976?

Part 9

"When the typhoon blows off its cocoon, the butterfly embraces the sun. The sleeping typhoon must learn to blow again."

so I'm having to watch the youtube commercials now and I don't care, it doesn't bother me. I've still got the zone out skills from my TV years or the 30 second trip to the refrigerator thing. it's like riding a bike. ..there's this one from Blackberry I've seen a few times, a guy on a beach, a Hawaiian looking surferguy and he's talking about how wonderful the Blackberry is for surfing. as if Blackberry is now indispensable for surfing. like you could forget your fucking surfboard and that would still be OK, but forget your Blackberry and you're screwed. unspoken and in the background is the idea that surfing information transmitted by any other device either doesn't exist in the brave new Blackberry World or it is something that only unhip caveman surfers would bother to acknowledge. also not present is the obvious 'sand and saltwater and expensive electronic devices' barrel of problems. and one of the lines he says is "feels like it's faster". note that he doesn't say it is faster or that lightspeediness is essential to the task at hand, which appears to be the split second coordination of where to surf. and unless I missed something, 'faster' than what exactly, doesn't come up either. hey I'm so old, I remember when surfers were casual sleepyheaded laidback dudes. so anyway, Hawaiianguy implies that this new 'feeling' of fastness has really turned the corner for him surfingwise. and then another dude says, "OK let's go" and they wave their Blackberrys at each other and maybe they go surfing, but at that point who the fuck cares. maybe they just sit on their surfboards and Blackberry each other.

more Norm

one hilarious dude. this youtube thing is pretty great huh. did you guys know about it already?

spot fucking on. but not just neocons, every flavor of foxnewzican. they are in every way political and religious, the opposite of what they say.

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"Because the political good in their world is mutable and always changing, the neoconservatives do not want fixed principles to which they are beholden, nor do they strive to be morally or politically consistent. Their power and authority is generated and sustained by the illusion that the world is in a state of constant change and that it is governed by what Machiavelli called fortuna. The truth or falsity of an idea is, according to the neocons, determined by its usefulness in a particular situation and for particular people. What is true today, they argue, may not be true tomorrow if an idea or an action fails to work in new and different situations. In such a world, there can be no certainty, no absolutes, no fixed moral principles."

"I do not understand these things, he thought. But it is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers."
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just finished The Old Man and the Sea by youknowwho. for the last few pages I cried along with the boy. but even though I knew how the story ended and dreaded the pain the old man would have to endure with the loss of the great fish, I was left full of hope and love. the copy that I read is stamped 'withdrawn from the Delta Public Library' and it looks as if it had been read 500 times. good.

OK Levi, which one is the virgin Bristol? ..door #3, is that your final answer?

Levi Johnston vacationing at the beach

"by my sweet steaming pussy, I'm telling the truth this time. fuck mom, I love Levi and all his babies." -Bristol Grizzly

new reality show in rushed development: Bristol and Levi and Lanesia to share a house and a bed. America predicted to embrace the show and overcome her disapproval of plural marriage because everyone is watching the show naked and having crazy hot sexy sex. Mormons will wear out their jaws saying "we told ya so".

crafty jews take another baby step to nazihood

Rant of the Year
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absolutely no way the foxnewzican tea nuts are racist

more Norm

separated at birth

category; songs that were played a googol times on the radio

A bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him
So he laid down and he died

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

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-ELP

dear ladies, when you're busy busy busy moisturizing your lovely kissable faces, um ...don't forget to do your lovely necks also too. not you Michele

really you're fine, just keep doin' what you're doin'

WhatJewTockinBoutPhyllis?!?

Sometimes the words float through the reduction valve in my mind, sometimes the pictures.

Above are the pictures that passed through my mind while reading Tengrain's post.

And these are the words that quickly followed:

C. Phyllis.
C.Phyllis run!
Run, C. Phyllis, run!


Also, Too...... Blue Gal! taps into the Cryptkeeper vibe!

pat racist puddle of poo buchanan knows all about diminishment. the king of d, he diminishes every room he enters.