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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

What Fresh Hell?

Sometime life gives you lemons, sometimes mellons, sometimes life just says if I had a banana I would not give it to you.

A Five Pound Bass

This is the 47th anniversary of Marilyn's passing.

Ya Can't Blink

Let the Dead, bury the Dead.

Let's see now,
how 'bout a couple of photographs
to bring some of the readers' blood
to a slow rollin' boil.
To Witt:

Won'ts ya quit makin' up stories...

Hi, Big Guy, you gotta a Cigar I can light up?

Well, ya know, we eat in Alaska, sos we hunt. You got Moose?

Ok, ok, enough of that. Here is the post. Getting rid of stuff you have not used in years. YEARS not months like 18 months, or like 22 months more like 22 years!! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. It's like I can't even get in this room and today's the fucking 2nd of August, 2009. Back in the day, on the Second of August (1992), Florida learned why the fuck we have St. Andrew's cross on our flag. MutherFucker, get the fuck out of Miami and If, IF, your ass lives in Homestead, run mutherfucker, run!!! If you pass Go, don't stop to pickup $200, run, be afraid, be very afraid! 'Andrew, ANDREW, you fucking named me A.N.D.R.E.W???!!! I am a GodDamned Hurricane! and you name me after a GUY, mutherfucker!! A drag queen Hurricane? Yeah Buddy, Here Hold my BEer and Watch This. mutherfuckas. (but i digress)

Here we are in August 2009, dog days, I got up this morning fooled 'round on the blogosphere, cooked a little breakfast, (ate it) took a nap, thought about mowin' the yard, fooled 'round on the blogosphear, thought about mowin' the yard, started to clean a room, felt inspired. Fooled 'round on the blogosphere, thought about mowin' the yard, went back to cleaning up the room, did a load of laundry, fooled around on the blogosphear, read 'bout how catshit can really screw up the laundry, felt good about a clothes dryer in my work room, thought about mowin' the yard, went back to cleaning up the room, EUREKA! i CAN throw stuff away! Damn, why did that take soooo long. Let's begin by shredding the bank statements from 2000, jump back. That was when the world was going to stop dead in it's track 'cause Bill What'sit married to Hillary whosit sold out dated computers to the chinamen. World is gonna stop! the Sky is Fallin' the sKy is fAllin' Mr. Little, hit's agonna fall.

I had a conversation with my Mentor, a man I have immense respect, admiration and love for, about Y2K. We all had them, I said this to him, don't know if he remembers it, went something like this:

On January 1, 2000

The wind's agonna blow,

The rain's agonna fall

and the day's agonna come

the day's agonna go

just like them all.

So here i am 9 (nine) fuckin' years later and no one, nobody calls me the fuckin' prophet i am. Where's the glory, they made money on nothing, yeah money for nothing, yeah punish the monkey, let the organ grinder go. So here i am shredding checks and feeling good. I found a suit i have not worn in 10:

a) days?

b) months?

c)years?

that can go. Oh and this torn shirt, no i can use that for rags, ok here is one that sucks, I never did like it when she gave it to me and lets see now, it's been 8:

a)days?

b)months?

c) years?

ago we stopped talkin'. And this travel bag, yeah buddy lotta good memories in that piece of luggage, let's see now, went to DC, the Carolina's, Michigan, Tennessee, Georgia, Los Angles, had that bag a while. (Hey wake the fuck up!!) you have not used that bag in the past 25: (you know the drill)

a)days?

b)months? or

c)YEARS.

Damnation boy,! the bitches are GONE! And, and maybe the smelly ol' bag might be one of the reasons. Yeah, let's give it, and the energy, to the GOODWILL, what a hoot. Some guy might buy it and score big. Back in the day, it was OK.

Ya Can't Blink

This is a video from the last presidential campaign. It sounds like it was made last week. Who is this gun totin' red meat throwin' hockey mom? And why does she think she is capable of leading this country? I must have missed something.



Oh yeah here are my notes. Gosh Darnit, Ya gotta luv the gal, doggonit.