What Fresh Hell?

I got a Leggo set for Christmas. Scary.

What Fresh Hell?

A while back Walking Man, suggested no sappy christmas songs, I have tried to honor his request.

What Fresh Hell? Reprise

Spare Me!

Some moments are worth revisiting.

Ya Know when the band is Full On, let's boogie with the man.

What Fresh Hell?

Been over readin' and all. First Walkin' Man and his earliest memories of his grandfather.
I read that this mornin' and felt a gentle breeze blowin'
past with my grandfather and him taking me fishing,
in a creek just at the end of the block where he and Nancy lived.
Nancy was his wife after my mother's mother passed.
My folks were on vacation and
my brother and sister and
I were with Granddad and Nancy.

There was a fish caught, the record shows
i caught it, but i can't recall it all that well.
Nancy cooked it up, after Granddad showed me how to clean it.

Right then, in the skillet. With grits.
It was a perch? more like a pin fish, bait by most standards,
but we ate it. That was cool. The next day Grandad came in and
said 'hey let go down to where we caught that fish, again. And
we did.

Only this time we saw the sign, 'NO FISHING'.
That we had leaned against that day.
This is a true story,
with Granddad and Nancy as my Witness'

Then I go and have a productive day at work and
come home and
read JadedJ.

With all that cames to mind,
paper in fire was the most prevalent.

With apoligies to John Cougar Mellencamp.

What Fresh Hell?

If two or more are gathered in you name...

Nuff said

Well!
what with all the drifting down memory lane
with race cars and
babes and
Crystal thingies and all.
I just have to bring Patsy' voice back,

if only for a monent.

They write songs about her voice.
We should all be so lucky.

With every heart beat.

To Witt:





As I read the letters that you wrote to me
Well it's you, it's you that I?m thinking of
As I read the lines that to me were so sweet
I remember our faded love
I miss you darlin' more and more everyday
As heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat,
I still think of you
And remember our faded love
As I think of the past, all the pleasures that we had
As I watch the mating of the doves
It was in the springtime that you said goodbye
I remember our faded love
I miss you darlin' more and more everyday
As heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat,
I still think of you
And remember our faded love

Lyrics by Grandfather John Wills and grandson Bob Wills
(might be wrong on that, please correct my post)

Pasty stands Alone for all to See.

Max, aka Maxine

One just has to open up and pray.

Ascari never had it so good.

La Virgen smiled.

Call me what you want, but please don't call me late for supper.

(well, ya just had to be there)

Max, aka The Texas Crystal Skull.

Too late in the night or is it early in the morning. Lou in New Zealand is in the middle of the day. More photos to follow.

Photo of the Moment

Went to see Max, the crystal skull last evening, going again tonight.

Interesting moment in time.

Photo of the Moment

Now everyone wants a story to go with the photo. Maybe later.
Just liked the billboard and the rust that was being placed under it by the antique dealer openin' up on Sunday Morning, last.

Albany, Georgia 2009

What Fresh Hell?

This cat is as cool as velvet.

What Fresh Hell?

Oh, Lonesome me.
Staying with the post that over the last two days have gathered (2) TWO comments.
I offer this:

What Fresh Hell?

Obscure reference 12&1



Stayin' with the thought from last evening.
I have to say that the intelligentsia of this great country is movin' on.
Walkin' Man said it best
(as always, (I don't know if i believe he really was an auto mechanic))

one just has to 'shrug', join the wise, and move on.
(phooey)

Hank Snow was the writer that day.

That big eight-wheeler rollin' down the track
Means your true-lovin' daddy ain't comin' back
'Cause I'm movin' on, I'll soon be gone
You were flyin' too high, for my little old sky
So I'm movin' on
That big loud whistle as it blew and blew
Said hello to the southland, we're comin' to you
When we're movin' on, oh hear my song
You had the laugh on me, so I've set you free
And I'm movin' on
Mister fireman won't you please listen to me
'Cause I got a pretty mama in Tennessee
Keep movin' me on, keep rollin' on
So shovel the coal, let this rattler roll
And keep movin' me on
Mister Engineer, take that throttle in hand
This rattler's the fastest in the southern land
To keep movin' me on, keep rollin' on
You gonna ease my mind, put me there on time
And keep rollin' on
I've told you baby, from time to time
But you just wouldn't listen or pay me no mind
Now I'm movin' on, I'm rollin' on
You've broken your vow, and it's all over now
So I'm movin' on
You've switched your engine now I ain't got time
For a triflin' woman on my main line
Cause I'm movin on, you done your daddy wrong
I warned you twice, now you can settle the price
'Cause I'm movin on
But someday baby when you've had your play
You're gonna want your daddy but your daddy will say
Keep movin' on, you stayed away too long
I'm through with you, too bad you're blue

Keep movin' on

What Fresh Hell?

Had a nice time with Family and young ones. The blessed of our lives.

During the course of conversation,

Politicks crawl onto ones skin.


So I come back to the sanctuary of my studio and catch up on the blogosphere and find JadedJ pumpin' politicks out into the 'sphere.
Damn I hate when that happens I just can't keep my mouth shut.

My Brother-in-Law is a cool dude and he would give me the heads up
and say (out loud) Punch has 'NOTHING TO SAY'
I'd say Amen.
Well I'm home and safe and JJ will try to say HEY,
your late! and I'll say 'huh'
So when it comes to American Politicks I must defer to Roseann Cash and John Stewart.
Now it is an analogy, I am in love with the country of my origin, and my father and mother and grand fathers and grandmothers and great grandmothers and great grandfathers, and great, great, grandmothers and fathers and great, great, great grand fathers and mothers. I feel as if this great country has become a runaway train.

It breaks my heart.







I'm worried about you

I'm worried about me

The curves around midnight

Aren't easy to see

Flashing red warnings

Unseen in the rain

This thing has turned into

A runaway train

Long-distance phone calls
A voice on the line

Electrical miles

That soften the time

The dynamite too

Is hooked on the wire

And so are the rails

Of American Flyers

Blind boys and gamblers

They invented the blues

Will pay up in blood

When this marker comes due

To try and get off now

It's about as insane

As those who wave lanterns

At runaway trains

Steel rails and hard lives

Are always in twos

I have been here before this

And now it's with you

I'm worried about you

I'm worried about me

We're lighting the fuses

And counting to three

And what are the choices

For those who remain

The sign of the cross

On a runaway train

This thing has turned into

A runaway train

This thing has turned into

A runaway train

Our love has turned into

A runaway train

What Stale Hell, is this?

Turkeys one and all.

What Fresh Hell?

No hell, just a fresh breeze, I keep movin' down the road.

just a piece.
where they sell chicken fried in bacon fat. Yeah buddy.
Clove cigs, and rollin' tobacco.
but I digress
Just a breeze, blowin' through.




(J.J. Cale)
Call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load
Ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no changes in me
Well, there ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no changes in me
And I ain't hidin' from nobody
Nobody's hidin' from me
Oh, that's the way its supposed to be
Well, I got that green light, baby
I got to keep movin' on
Well, I got that green light, baby
I got to keep movin' on
Well, I might go out to California
Might go down to Georgia,
I don't knowWell,
I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
Well now, I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
But I don't love me no one woman
So I can't stay in Georgia long
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load

Ooh, Mr. Breeze

Down the Road a Piece

Well I had to go to a continuing education class today.

Just up the road a piece.

Dealing with Flood Plain Management.

Very interesting if you dig that sort of jazz.

NoFuckin'BodyGivesa$hit until it hits the fan.

Well, (ahem) when the shit hits the fan I'll be sittin' on the can.

Let's see now how does it go??

Everybody wants to go to heaven, but NoBody wants to die.

Same thing when it comes to protecting your house from rising water and all.

Hey, but that is work. 'hit'll be there Monday.

After the class I was headed down the road a piece, tryin' to find a place to spend the money, I had allotted for lunch.

Whoa,

yeah Buddy,

WingHouse!!!

Don't,

hit the breaks,

in the town truck, careful, signal right turn, (damn I'm makin' a right turn)

Cool, there's a space straight ahead, yeah that's me.

go in, no problem (guy comes up to me and says the 'bar' or a 'table'.

Seemed Innocent enough, 'table'

Sos I'm sitting at the table for one in the WingHouse on a Friday Afternoon, 'bout 2 pm, the boys have been paid and cut loose for the weekend. The Girls are there to get the the money out of their pockets into the cash register.

Loaded Question!! Listen up!!

!

Have you ever have a chic in hot,

fucking hot

pants

with tits up to here

brush her hair against your face

while callin' her 'manager'

and not(NOT) {NOT} [NOT] have anyone look at you,

let the fuck alone, in the eye??

huhh???

Not even the fuckin' Manager, (Cool)

well the hot, hot,

hot HOT, pants kept delivering

wings and things, and

showing a nice butt cleavage and never,

Never looked my way. (cool)

I had a wonderful time,

what beauties, Lovelies,

Honeys, Trophies, and

not a farthing for this poor beggar.

After about 8 minutes it became embarrassing to all of us.

I walked out without anyone even looking my way,

let alone my eyes.

Felt like I was riding the short bus.

But they let me off, and i took this photo.

Drove down the road a piece and had and nice quiet meal in a Vietnamese Restaurant

named Mekong Restaurant.

Quiet,

Polite

Delicious

relaxing.

US 19 just north of 54th St exit off I 275 west.

How 'bout some music???

Down the Road Apiece.

If you wanna hear some Boogie, then I know the place

It's just an old piano and a knocked out bass

The drummer man's a guy they call eight beat Mac

You remember Doc and old Beat Me Daddy Slack

Mammy's sellin' chicken fried in bacon grease

Well come along with me boys it's just down the road a piece.



Now there's a place you really get your kicks

It's open every night about twelve to six

If you wanna hear some boogie then you'll get your fill

Puts the eight beat to you like an old steam mill

Come along with me boys 'fore they lose their lease

It's just down the road, down the road a piece.

Nuff said

I have it upon Good Authority

Lord Ganesha

is inclined to give to all a sweet kiss.

Nuff said

Thank you 11.11.2009

A lot of very good men and women have died
sos the Fox News can spin it
anyway they want
by 6:pm every night.


While digesting Reader's Digest
In the back of a dirty book store,
A plastic flag, with gum on the back,
Fell out on the floor.
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Slapped it on my window shield,
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
I'd tell her how good I feel.

But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.

Well, I went to the bank this morning
And the cashier he said to me,
"If you join the Christmas club
We'll give you ten of them flags for free.
"Well, I didn't mess around a bit
I took him up on what he said.
And I stuck them stickers all over my car
And one on my wife's forehead.
Well, I got my window shield so filled
With flags I couldn't see.
So, I ran the car upside a curb
And right into a tree.


By the time they got a doctor down
I was already dead.
And I'll never understand why the man
Standing in the Pearly Gates said...
"But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
We're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more."

John Prine

A real Loss for the Community

Please spare me the rants about Marie and whosit.

This was the best youtube i could rip off.

This guy has an entire room dedicated to him in England for being a Magician.

92 years and he checked out today. A loss.

We should all be so lucky to enjoy life as he did.

What Fresh Hell?

I have a whole country ham I'm planning to cook.

I've cleaned off the mold with an iron brush and have it soaking for two days with frequent changes of water.

How would you cook this?

Photo of the Moment

This is Marguerite dancing at the Siesta Key Drum Circle, November 1, 2009.

All Saints Day, the day after All Hallows day, and before All Souls day.

El Dia de la Muertos



Awards for the Deserving Saints Known and Unknown:

First, the prize Mahna Mahna



The Winners are:
Walking Man
MeanDonnaJean
PENolan
JadedWhatsit
Post Raphelite Sisterhood
Harlequin
The Quite Life (how did she get on the list?)
The Peach Tart
Oh Yeah!! Mr. South Carolina or something like that there.

Enjoy Sunday Morning.
You Cats keep me going.

Yo MeanDonna I was going to put the word thingy and the wait for confirmation on this post, but it is Sunday and all.
You people (i love that separation) make me laft, laugh, chuckle, guffaw.
Walking Man makes me realize I don't know shit,
IntelliWench says other wise.
PENolan is with Walkin'Man.
Harlequin has ridden on the bus and knows who to keep away from whom.
The Peach Tart just takes it all in for later use.
Mr. Charleston says I was just looking for a place to kick back for a while.
JadedWhatsit says HUH???
The Quite Life says How did i get on the list?

love and light and long may you all live.

Nothing to Laugh About

Not only are there, mean spirited, news people, who are workin' the current president for ratings, there are mean spirited people, in the military of this great county.

Fort Hood, Texas where the youth of this great country are 'deployed' to die or come back lame at, at fuckin', best. And George W. Bush is on the motivational circuit. About how to make money in a crisis.

I just have to cry. In shame and despair. I was spared that horror, and now A fucking hospital , in Fucking- Bring Them On- Texan, AfuckingMerica was Attacked by A whack job who, WHO, fucking worked on the fuckin' base. Fuck me to Tears.

This hatred has to stop, among my countrymen.

Now some person with tits, is going to rant that I called them, Ahummmmmm "countrymen" and not countrywomen. Jesus, I give up, Uncle, you win, we all have a chest that can be destroyed by a GOD DAMNED LEAD BULLIT, I DON'T CARE WHO YOU BUY IT FROM.

(but I digress)

Just, fucking let the fucking NRA get the civilian guns off the fucking, military bases.

Just how many rounds did that whack job fire?

Yeah, sell more bullets just like the Talking Heads say.

I'm going to hush now.

Say a prayer for the dead. The fucking shooter is still alive. The cops aim and have gun control.

GodDamnIt to Hell.

On a lighter note go see JadedJ's site with Tom Waits. (I ripped him off)

What Fresh Hell?

This is the State of American Politics.

What Fresh Hell?

This is a great honor,

I realize, I was instructed, not to go looking,

but, well,

I just had to.

Here is the plaque I got.

What Fresh Hell?

Dirt Farmer


Oh the poor old dirt farmer,
he's lost lost all his corn
and now where's the money
to pay off his loan?
he lost all his corn
cant pay off his loan
he lost all his corn.
well the poor old dirt farmer,
he only grows stones.
he grows then on down
till they big enough to roll.
he rolls them on down
to the tax man in town.
ya, he rolls them on down
now the poor old dirt farmer
he's left all alone.
his wife and his child
renthey've packed up and gone.
packed up and gone
he's left all alone
they've packed up and gone
well the poor old dirt farmer
how bad he must feel.
he fell off his tractor
up under the wheel.
and now his head
is shaped like a tread
but he aint quite dead.
well the poor old dirt farmer
he cant grow no corn.
he cant grow no corn
cause he aint got a loan.
he aint got no loan
cant grow no corn
he aint got no loan

What Fresh Hell

Please see the comments from My (MOI) last post to fully understand

this joy.

Mr. Walking Man has taken time from his busy day to say,

to wit:

While said in jest I think

if you want more awards for work done

you need to take a chance, go out on a limb, be willing

to be a bit exhibitionist for your art....or

you could just send me an email and I will

forward you a whole file full of awards that I never learned

how to convert to the HTML code necessary to post them.

I award you all of them.

yeah buddy!!!

See, That Jest part is just in jest.

Say What?

Well as it turns out I did not get 4 awards like i thought. Dang, it was just one, for Honest Scrap.
Now it seems that the awards committee is reviewing the process, due to my dis-honest posting of the award last evening.
Somedays, I just can't catch a break.

Walking Man's suggestion of a nude photo of this blogger was the only way he could tell if I was an fine blogger, will not be acted upon.

So here is the award. Thanks Mr. JadedJ, for thinking of me now and again.

What Fresh Hell?

Soooo Like JadedJ gave me an award a while back and I just now picked it up. Pretty Cool Huh?

Thanks JJ Did not realize I was such a fine blogger.
I feel like dancing all night, let's burn the barn down




How 'bout a little more bluegrass.
Blue Yodel #8 Bill Monroe never had it so good.

What Fresh Hell?

Got a new computer.

Bought Windows 7.

Vista sucks the big one.

Hardware changes and blows out all your drivers,

64 bit blah, blah, blah, still working on gettin' it up.

The post now are coming from a 4 year old laptop. best money I every spent.

Here is a photo of the new computer, runs like a champ,

but be careful with the screwdriver

when you connect the dots to start.

Not for chrilrens'

40 Years After

Yesterday's post was yesterday. Here is Jimmy Cliff in 2007.
God Damn the Military Industrial Complex to Hell.
But that is just one poor beggars prayer.

Thanks to Mr. Charleston, for reminding us all what war is good for,

Absolutely Nothing.

Yesterday I got a letter from my friend fighting in Vietnam

And this is what he had to say:

'Tell all my friends that I'll be coming home soon

My time'll be up some time in June

Don't forget', he said, 'to tell my sweet Mary

Her golden lips are sweet as cherry'

And it came from Vietnam,

Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam

It was just the next day his mother got a telegram

It was addressed from Vietnam

Now mistress Brown, she lives in the USA

And this is what she wrote and said:

'Don't be alarmed', she told me the telegram said

'But mistress Brown your son is dead'

And it came from Vietnam,

Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam Vietnam, Vietnam -

hey - Vietnam

Somebody please stop that war now!

Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam - oh Vietnam, Vietnam -

oh - Vietnam, oh oh oh oh -

somebody please stop it Vietnam, Vietnam -

oh - Vietnam, Vietnam, oh oh oh oh Vietnam -

hey - Vietnam - aha - Vietnam -

oh oh yeah

I wanna say now

somebody stop that war - Vietnam .... - oh yeah, aha ....

There is a famous dead guy, that some go so far as to call The Son of god.

I am Certain if he were to return, as they say he will, he would shake his head and

say Jesus, this is not what i meant at all and take the A train Home.

On a lighter note, this is the Joy a Letter from Home can bring.

nuff said

Not for the weak.

This is from my brother who lives in Forrest City, Arkansas.

It is very disturbing, I don't know what to do with it, but the sadness is too great to not so something, even if it is wrong. There is a callous level of torture that define understanding.

What Fresh Hell

nuff said

nuff said

Go over to Mr. Charleston's and watch the kids.

These cats are their grand parents.

Well, ya know, back in the day.

Most have done checked out of the Waiting on Jesus Towers.

What Fresh Hell?

From the NY Times.
There has to be a limit, to greed.
Natural or otherwise.
I read something like this and just wonder
what the mothers of these men were like.


A Billion Here, a Billion There

By EDUARDO PORTER
Published: October 4, 2009
Past the initial schadenfreude, it’s hard to figure out what to think about the shrinking of the nation’s 400 most gilded fortunes. It is reassuring that the super-rich can lose money too — $300 billion in the last year, according to Forbes, bringing their total down to $1.27 trillion. It’s about the same percentage that was lost by Americans’ private pensions, whose assets dropped by about $1.1 trillion, nearly 19 percent.

It can hardly hurt as much. Warren Buffett lost $10 billion but still has $40 billion. Kirk Kerkorian has $3 billion left, after losing $8.2 billion. Citigroup founder Sanford Weill dropped off the billionaires list, but still has many millions.

Every year as I get worked up over Forbes’s latest billionaire review, I try to convince myself that accumulation of wealth at the top can serve a social function. I tell myself that inequality of income is a standard feature of capitalism, pushing the best and brightest into the most profitable jobs. It encourages people to study hard and work hard, or at least to become a banker. Big financial rewards push people to excel, and thus the economy to grow.

But $1.27 trillion? That’s a decade of health care reform in one of the more expensive versions. This isn’t garden-variety inequality — this is a winner-take-all deal that can destroy incentives for everyone except those in the upper crust.

Lawrence Katz, a labor economist at Harvard, sensibly points out that one could generate incentives to excel for less: “I don’t think the added incentive of earning $100 million over $50 million is very different than the incentive of making $10 million over $5 million,” he told me once.

Maybe the jolt of billion-plus losses can spur plutocrats to change. Ralph Nader just wrote a novel called “Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us!” in which Mr. Buffett (already a major philanthropist), Ross Perot and a few other billionaires go to Maui to “redirect” society onto the right path. Warren Beatty gets to run California. Wal-Mart workers unionize. Corporate greed is brought to heel.

There is no sign of such enlightenment on Wall Street. Financial markets are back up; bankers are scouring the horizon for new opportunity. The hottest new incomprehensible financial object is the “re-remic,” bundles of distressed mortgages repackaged in a way that banks and insurers can minimize how much cash they must set aside in case the investments go south, again. Amid all this it’s hard to see how our oligarchs could be persuaded to restrain their appetites.

Perhaps I’m being too pessimistic. We could promise that Mr. Nader wouldn’t have a say in the outcome. That would seem like a reasonable incentive.

What Fresh Hell?

This morning I was awakened by my alarm clock which is powered by electricity generated by the public power monopoly regulated by the US Department of Energy. I then took a shower in the clean water which is provided by my municipal water utility.

After that, I turned on the TV to one of the FCC-regulated channels to see what the National Weather Service of the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration determined the weather was going to be like using satellites designed, built, and launched by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. I watched this while eating my breakfast of food inspected by the US Department of Agriculture and taking the drugs which have been determined as safe by the US Food and Drug Administration.

I saw my son off as he boarded the bus that takes him to the public school, and then I gathered my mail I have to be sent out via the US Postal Service.

At the appropriate time as regulated by the US congress and kept accurate by the National Institute of Standards and Technology and the US Naval Observatory, I got into my National Highway Traffic Safety Administration approved automobile and set out to work on the roads build by the local, state, and federal Departments of Transportation. On my way to work, I stopped to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the Environmental Protection Agency, using legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve Bank.

After spending another day not being maimed or killed at work thanks to the workplace regulations imposed by the Department of Labor and the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, I drove my NHTSA-approved car back home on the DOT roads. I returned to my house which had not burned down in my absence because of the state and local building codes and fire marshall's inspection, and which has also not been plundered of all its valuables thanks to the local police department.

We had dinner - where myself and my family once again consumed food deemed safe by the USDA - with my grandparents who in no way would be able to afford their medications and would likely not still be with us without the assistance of the Medicare program.

After dinner my son played with his toys. One of his toys he no longer has because I was able to dispose of it in a timely manner after the US Consumer Product Safety Commission alerted me that the toy was defective and deemed dangerous as it posed a serious cutting hazard. After playtime, I put my son to bed while reading him a book I was able to check out for no charge from the public library.

All of the day's events were possible in part because of the the national security that's afforded me by the branches of the United States Armed Forces.

Then, as the day neared its conclusion, I logged on to the internet (which was developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration) so I could post on the FreeRepublic forums and the FoxNation forums how outraged I was that SOCIALISM and government-run programs are DESTROYING AMERICA

nuff said

nuff said

Times long gone

Ferrante died yesterday at his home on Longboat Key, Florida

His business partner Teicher, died two years ago on St. Armans Key.

Mr. Ferrante found it ironic that at the end of their lives they both still on Keys.

nuff said

nuff said

I need to say more, which against the rules of 'nuff said' yet feel i must.

T-Bone Burnette is the first version i heard and he wrote it. It has haunted my mind for years.

I came across this version by Sam Phillips and she broke my heart. Her clip turns loud and noisy at the 3 minute mark. I advise shutting off the sound.

There's a river of love that runs through all time

But there's a river of grief that floods through our lives

It starts when a heart is broken into

By the thief of belief in anything that's true

But there's a river of love that runs through all time

There's a river of love that runs through all time

But there's a river of tears that flows through our eyes

We fight through the night for freedom as it fades

Into a jail where we fail every time we make a break

But there's a river of love that runs through all time

I had to run before I knew how to crawl

The first step was hard

But I have had trouble with them all

But now the night grows darker

And the day grows dim

Cause I know I never will see you again

And I almost made you happy

There's a river of love that runs through all time

But there's a river of fire that burns with no light

The flame is the pain of dreams gone up in smoke

From the lies we deny and breathe until we choke

There's a river of love that runs through all time

What Fresh Hell

The Radical Republicans were a loose faction of American politicians within the Republican Party from about 1854 (before the American Civil War) until the end of Reconstruction in 1877.
The Radical Republicans had been opposed to slavery during the war, and after the war supported equal rights for freedmen (the newly freed slaves), such as measures ensuring the right to vote; passage of the Reconstruction Acts, and harsh treatment of ex-Confederates. The Radicals were vigorously opposed by the Democratic Party and sometime by more moderate Republicans as well.[1]
The Radical Republicans opposed President Abraham Lincoln's terms for reuniting the United States during Reconstruction, which began in 1863, which they viewed as too lenient. They proposed an "ironclad oath" (which Lincoln blocked) and the Wade-Davis Bill (which Lincoln pocket-vetoed) in 1864. However the Radicals did control the Joint Committee on Reconstruction, where they demanded a more aggressive prosecution of the war, the faster end to slavery and total destruction of the Confederacy.[2]
After the assassination of Lincoln, Vice President Andrew Johnson became president. Although he appeared at first to be a Radical,[3] he broke with them, and the Radicals and Johnson became embroiled in a bitter struggle. After Johnson violated the Tenure of Office Act by dismissing Secretary of War Edwin M. Stanton, the House of Representatives voted to impeach him; he escaped removal from office by the Senate by a single vote.
After the 1866 elections, the Radicals generally controlled Congress. Johnson vetoed 21 bills passed by Congress during his term, but the Radical supermajority overrode 15 of them, including the Reconstruction Acts and Force Acts, which rewrote the election laws for the South and allowed blacks to vote. As a result of the newly empowered freedmen, the Republicans took power away from the ex-Confederates whom Johnson had appointed. The Radicals generally promoted these state Republican regimes until the last remaining three collapsed in 1877.[4]
During the American Civil War, and later into the primary part of Reconstruction, the leading Radicals were Thaddeus Stevens in the House, Charles Sumner in the Senate, and John C. Frémont as the 1864 U.S. presidential candidate of the Radical Republicans. Ulysses S. Grant was elected as a Republican in 1868; after the election he generally sided with the Radicals on Reconstruction policies (signing the Civil Rights Act of 1871 into law). The Radicals split in 1872 over Grant's reelection, and lost power after the Democrats gained control of Congress in the elections of 1874.[1]

Schadenfreude

What Fresh Hell

I was reading a blog today and someone called Obama a fascist liberal radical.
Just too good to let stand alone.
Personally I think the person that came up with this thought is confused and conflicted?
Yet I like trying to mix the all down.
Obama is a very complicated person to hate.
The ramifications are wondrous.

To wit:
Fascism,
pronounced /ˈfæʃɪzəm/, comprises a radical and authoritarian nationalist political ideology[1][2][3][4] and a corporatist economic ideology. [5] Fascists believe that nations and/or races are in perpetual conflict whereby only the strong can survive by being healthy, vital, and by asserting themselves in conflict against the weak.[6]
Fascists advocate the creation of a single-party state.[7] Fascist governments forbid and suppress criticism and opposition to the government and the fascist movement.[8] Fascism opposes class conflict, blames capitalist liberal democracies for its creation and communists for exploiting the concept.[9]
In the economic sphere, many fascist leaders have claimed to support a "Third Way" in economic policy, which they believed superior to both the rampant individualism of unrestrained capitalism and the severe control of state communism.[10][11] This was to be achieved by establishing significant government control over business and labour (Mussolini called his nation's system "the corporate state").[12][13] No common and concise definition exists for fascism and historians and political scientists disagree on what should be in any concise definition.[14]
Following the defeat of the Axis powers in World War II and the publicity surrounding the atrocities committed during the period of fascist governments, the term fascist has been used as a pejorative word.[15]


liberal
Liberalism (from the Latin liberalis, suitable for a free man) is the belief in the importance of individual freedom. This belief is widely accepted today throughout the world, and was recognized as an important value by many philosophers throughout history. The Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius wrote praising "the idea of a polity administered with regard to equal rights and equal freedom of speech, and the idea of a kingly government which respects most of all the freedom of the governed".[1]
Modern liberalism has its roots in the Age of Enlightenment and rejects many foundational assumptions that dominated most earlier theories of government, such as the Divine Right of Kings, hereditary status, established religion, and economic protectionism.[2][3][4] John Locke is often credited with the philosophical foundations of modern liberalism. He wrote "no one ought to harm another in his life, health, liberty, or possessions."[5]
In the 17th Century, liberal ideas began to influence governments in Europe, in nations such as The Netherlands, Switzerland, England and Poland, but they were strongly opposed, often by armed might, by those who favored absolute monarchy and established religion. In the 18th Century, in America, the first modern liberal state was founded, without a monarch or a hereditary aristocracy.[6] The American Declaration of Independence, includes the words (which echo Locke) "all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness; that to insure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed."[7]
Today, most nations accept the ideals of freedom.[8] But Liberalism comes in many forms. According to James L. Richardson, in Contending Liberalisms in World Politics: Ideology and Power, there are three main divisions within liberalism. The first is elitism versus democracy. The second is economic; whether freedom is best served by a free market or by a regulated market. The third is the question of extending liberal principles to the disadvantaged.[9]

Radical
Political radicalism
Radicalism (historical), the Radical Movement which began in late 18th century Britain and spread to continental Europe and Latin America in the 19th century
Radical left, another term for the far left
Radical right, another term for the far right
Extremism, political standpoints that are perceived as revolutionary or extreme
Radical Whigs, influential early writers on Radicalism
Radical Reformation, an Anabaptist movement concurrent with the Protestant Reformation
Radical Republicans, a member of an influential group of American politicians during the Civil War reconstruction
Radical Party, one of a number of political parties around the world
Radicals (UK), parliamentary progressives who were part of the nineteenth-century Liberal coalition
Radical feminism, a current within feminism that focuses on patriarchy as a system of power
Radical veganism, a radical interpretation of veganism, usually combined with anarchism

nuff said

What Fresh Hell?

nuff said

MESSAGE OF GOODWILL,

This is Madam EUNICE JOHN,
I am suffering from brain cancer, I am writing from the hospital in Cote D'Ivoire, this mail is very urgent. I was told by the doctor that, I will only live for few month. I inherited some money ($4.2 Million usdollars ) from my late Husband which I do not want the fund to go in vain since I can not survive from the illness.
I want you to contact my house girl, Miss ELLIS LATIF, her Email is ( ellis_latif@sify.com ) Please contact Miss ELLIS LATIF with any valid driving license or id card or your photo and your telephone numbers to assure her that you shall never cheat or betray her when you have access to this funds. All the original documents will be change from my name to your name to enable the SECURITY COMPANY deliver the inherited box to you in your country.
This is the favour I need from you when you have gotten this fund:
(1) Use 50% of this fund for charities, donate to churches and orphanage.
(2) Use 50% for any investment of your choice and to support Miss ELLIS LATIF in life and send her to the best university in your country when she come to meet you in your country.

This should be a code between you and Miss ELLIS LATIF in this transaction "Hospital" any mail message without this code "Hospital" is not from ELLIS LATIF or me as I don't know what will happen to me in the next few hours.
Please don't betray the trust I have manifest in you. I don't want you to expose this transaction to anybody around you there or here until you and Miss ELLIS LATIF finished every matter with the security company and have the inherited box to your care.

May God bless you and guide you to make good use of the fund.
Please pray for my soul to rest in peace as am about to die.
Best Regards.
From Madam EUNICE JOHN.

Out of the Blue

What Fresh Hell?

What Fresh Hell?

I was just over to JadedJ's place, jezz I can't find my knees. I could barely listen the first vid and then I had to bail. I could only think of my heritage. I'm Fifth Generation Floridian, ancestors ain't never lived north of the Mason/Dixon Line, except for a few weeks on Ellis Island , ya know, back in the day.

They hauled ass to north Carolina and continued to move south ever since. Yet I am quite proud to say I voted for the nigger prez. Hell and they say we're keeping the nigger down. Kiss my ass.

Let the Dead, bury the Dead.

My guess is this seems to be the credit roll for an oldies show, but this clip to this ol' boy, shows the stamina of Mr. Jerry Lee Lewis.

Last man standing.

Hank, Elvis, Buddy Holly, Jimi Hendix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Bill Haley, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Ike Turner, John Lennon, George Harrison, Carl Perkins, Les Paul, just to name a few.

Presidents Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Regan.

Give the man his due.

This post is in Reply to Lou. Visit her at The Quiet Life, how she found her way here is a mystery to me. She asked about my picture and would i post a larger version. At that time I said no, but maybe I will, ya know, not sure right now.
Perhaps an invitational art exhibit.
I would like to invite the readers of this Blog to send an image of what they think this Punch should look like.
Deadline September 7, 2009.
No entry fees, all work will be displayed.
A catalog will be available on line.
This might be fun. Or a bust. Yeah a bust of Punch.
Thanks Lou for the inspiration.


The Many Names of Punch
Origins of Punch
The origin of the character we know as Punch is commonly believed to be from the Italian Pulcinella of the Commedia dell'arte early in the 17th century.
It is widely agreed that by 1662, he had become Punchinello in England. But what happened before then is open to some speculation.
Below are some of the many names of Punch and his brothers. The strong Italian influence is evident throughout many of the variations. Some are not actual descendants of Pulcinello but are the names of the characters who evolved from him and/or gradually replaced him.

Some of these descendants and rivals have kept much of his spirit alive, while others became popular precisely because they were not as raw, spicy or unrefined as Pulcinello and Punch.


Punch - England
Punchinello - England
Pulcinella - Italy
Polichinelle - France
Polichenello - France
Panza - Spain
Puncinelle - France?
Policianelo - Italy?
Policinello - Italy?
Polecenella - Italy ?
Pontius & Judas
Petrushka - Russia
Kaspar - Germany
Kasper - Sweden
Kasperl - Germany
Hanswurst - Germany
Karaguez (Black Eye) Turkey
Karaghiozis - Greece
Fasoulis (The Bean) - Greece
Guignol - France
Kasparek - Czechoslovakia
Vitez Laszlo - Hungary
Vasilache - Romania
John Pickle Herring - Anglo-Saxon
Jan Klaassen - Holland
Tchantches - Belgium
Hans Jaggely -Switzerland
Mester Jakel - Denmark
Plumperle (later Kasparek) - Bohemia
Vania Rutyntyn - Ukraina
Pencho - Bulgaria
Karapet - Armenian-Persian
Vindushaka - India
Semar - Indonezia
(ripped off from The Many Names of Punch)

What Fresh Hell?

There are some youngins out there that just see Elvis as an Old White Man, at best.

Most see him as a Famous Dead Guy, Like Ronald Reagan and Hitler and Roosevelt, and Charlemagne and such.

Well this cat could sing. He was purtty too.

Merry Pranksters

what fresh hell, is this!

Looks like I was given a award by JadedJ over at Banquet of Consequences.
Now at this point I'm supposed to say thank you for this award, and something like, I would like to take time to acknowledge all the little people who have helped me along the way. But I don't have any little people helping me along the way, just little pricks giving me awards that I don't know what to do with, about, nor what I did to earn it.
I think it is a ploy by the Homeland security to get people to rat out the friends and acquaintances.

The not so Boring Part:
1) My real name is not Punch. It is Priscilla Presley, I have not seen whathisname in almost 22 years.
2) I went to college right out of high school. I graduated at twenty-four, I was divorced at twenty nine.
3) There were times during the Bush Administration when I felt like I could empathize with a Loyal German in the 1930.
4) I have a Barbi collection.
5) I don't like this type of game.
6) I just bought a cello, what I really want is a new camera.
7) I have a good insurance policy paid for by my employer, and I am blessed with good health.
8) I have been called a Roach by people i barely know. Max Roach was one of my drum heroes.
9) My pardners have all left the building.
10) I have never been to Nigeria.

I would like to pass this award forward to MeanDonnaJean, she like myself has done nothing to deserve this type of treatment.

What Fresh Hell?

All this jazz about health care and

who's agonna pay and

who's the dead beat and

what 'bout stress relief and

I need a new drug and

what's it gonna cost me and

I just want to go back to the good ol' days ,

ya know before 40 years of the Demoncrats, and

civil rights and

women's lib, and

mister mom,

ya kno back to muscle cars, and

5 miles to the gallon, and

no MADD, or alternative fueled cars, and

no water boarding, and

no patriot police, and

no black presidents who are not American and

all like that there.

Smoke 'em if you got 'em.

nuff said

nuff said

Les Paul has left the Stage

Today, at 94 years of age, Les Paul has left the stage. He play almost to the very end. For the many years he played at a Manhattan club called Fat Tuesday's. For years the guitar heroes would come to jam. A real guitar hero by any standard.

Early in his career, he was in an automoble wreck and his right elbow was shattered. When he was in hospital the doctor informed Mr. Paul, that when he set the break, his arm would be frozen in that position. How should I set it? Mr. Paul had a guitar brought in and set his hand on the strings where he wanted them and the cast was made. He played the rest of his life with up and down swing of an arm that was rigid in a 90 degree shape.

That is perhaps his greatest inspiration for this ol' boy.

Go on over the Termits of Sin and see Les Paul and Mary Ford back in the Day.

I have already published this post but found Mr. Paul spilling his guts. Had to put it up.

A Five Pound Bass

Perhaps a bit more Time Out for the bad boys who have been fussin' 'bout health and care and all.

This one is in 9/8 time. Done at a time of reason and logic, which seems to be missing in this time. I wish, sometimes, it could drowned out the madness of our Leaders.

Blue Rondo ala Turk

A Five Pound Bass

Let's slow it down a bit. Everybody take five and gather it all back up later.

nuff said

To my mind this is the most efficient song in the history of rock and roll.

Hawhawhaw... (swear some prick is advertising in the video)

After listening to the song, contact your Senator about Health Care Reform. Now is the time to strike the iron. Listen to your heart and not the news mongers. One of the reasons many are against it is that it will do away with pre-existing conditions. Who benefits most from that change? Hawhawhaw...

Busted

Well,
Hurrompha,
Over at an earlier post

I was busted.

To witt:

Let the Dead, bury the Dead.

This Egyptian bust has become a popular attraction at Chicago's Field Museum because it's a spitting image of Michael Jackson, complete with a tweaked nose. It was carved between 1550-1050 BCE and depicts a woman.

well do you post it or do I?
Did you find it under 'dead nigger storage?'

Be my guest...just attribute it to boingboing.net...so you don't get sued.

just reading your latest. Is that guy from Lakewood Ranch?

Lakewood Ranch? Que es?

upscale, snotty, community here that just had a tennis pro, running a teaching school, popped for kid porn, used to work at a tennis resort in a hot shit community, here in god's waiting room. chuckle Oh yeah everyone was shocked! shocked! I tell you, shocked!

burn his ass. I have no patience with that shit...or molesters. don't care if they are sick.

you gotta too sick dog, or a horse with a broken leg, or a cat with leukemia, or a monkey gone bad, put it down.

This fuck's no better.

I don't know about the monkey man. Reminds me of a story my grandfather used to tell me...repeatedly. This guy has a monkey that he has trained to give him a back rub, and head rub. The monkey would sit on his shoulder and do the head thing. One day, the guy is getting a head rub, and all of a sudden he smells something major foul. The monkey has been rubbing monkey shit all in his hair. End of monkey.

Hum that is my point, I think?

monkey shit?

No motherf**d*r, shoot the damn monkey!!!! and the kiddy porn guy. not in that order!

ok, shoot the monkey...but the porn guy NEEDS to go to prison where he will get much baboon butt fukikng...his butt.

Are you going to post that goddamn thing or not? I am in a comment making frenzy. I need a fix. Hurry up. I am so in a comment heat that I think I'll even revise Wadefuk.

Lost the battery backup for the big system, (full power from Florida Power and Light) (no breakers yielding) everything just fuckin' winked out, son of a bitch! so I'm on the laptop while I change everything around.

I have a big backup sys. Big ass mother fucker big pig asskissin' system, (1100 watt) and it is running the (10year) old shit. (dumb ass) and a 5 year old (250 watt) sys is backing up Phat Daddy. (dumb ass, think i said that already) (did i mention that the 250 sys has been beeping for two weeks now? damn i hate that part.) (if you don't know, the beep is the sys saying, you're on your own cocksucker!)

I'll be dark for a little while. this is email from the lap top.

I'll let you know when I'm back up.
later

sorry man. I know the feeling. I do everything from the laptop these days. Wireless is on the desk computer downstairs. And we have another desk jobby upstairs, just in case.

Hope everything is copacetic

OK, so

every thing is cool. medium cool. I need to redo the hole, and the whole fucking layout. and buy a new battery, for the 250 back up and find the end of cables and dust, and Jesus! the fucking dust.
maybe this is the beginning of the post.

later