Thursday, July 30, 2009

What Fresh Hell?

I was just over at Termites of Sin,

and got so cross

i had to do something

for the silent minority.







I hear the crying of the hungry

In the deserts where they're wandering

Hear them crying out for Heaven's own

Benevolence upon them

Hear destructive power prevailing

I hear fools falsely hailing

To the crooked wits of tyrants when they call



I hear them all

I hear them all

I hear them all



I hear the sounds of tearing pages

And the roar of burning paper

All the crimes in acquisition

Turn to air and ash and vapor

And the rattle of the shackle

Far beyond emancipators

And the loneliest who gather in their stalls



I hear them all

I hear them all

I hear them all



So, while you sit and whistle Dixie

With your money and your power

I can hear the flowers a-growing

In the rubble of the towers

I hear leaders quit their lyin'

I hear babies quit their cryin'

I hear soldiers quit their dyin', one and all



I hear them all

I hear them all

I hear them all



I hear the tender words from Zion

I hear Noah's waterfall

Hear the gentle lamb of Judah

Sleeping at the feet of Buddha

And the prophets from Elijah

To the old Paiute Wovoka

Take their places at the table when they're called



I hear them all

I hear them all

I hear them all



I hear them all



I hear them all

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

nuff said

Madonna will kick your ass. You Like a Virgin?




Hi. I'm your date.






Let's Party, it's logical Captian.







Remember me? I'm your date.








Let's go! You and me. Now, some mora on the flora.







Here's your daughter, dickhead.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Out of the Blue

Sometimes confession is good for the soul.

Like saying Birthers are the Joe McCarthies our time. They are the shit of American Assholes.

Talk about silly, congress is afraid of these whack jobs and their own republican party will not shut them up. Or is it they can not shut them up. These guys backed Shit for Brains Bush, a known coward, bully, druggie and son of CIA. They are the brown shirts of this era, next thing you they will start wearing armbands to show allegiance to the cause.

Ok, ok, I'm an Asshole, but I'm not one of those Sillies.


The (another) video features an angry woman in red, armed with a birth certificate and a small American flag, scolding Rep. Mike Castle, R-Del., at a town meeting. She is angry, she said, because President Obama "is not an American citizen. He is a citizen of Kenya."
Castle, a descendant of Benjamin Franklin, seemed to not know how to respond. He calmly replied that Obama is a citizen. Some audience members booed. "You can boo," Castle told them, "but he is a citizen of the United States." (author's note: what this article leaves out is that silly woman got every swinging dick in the room to stand and pledge allegence to the flag, like a bunch of school boys being bullied by the school dike)

There's no good way to address a "birther" - that's the term for conspiracy theorists who believe that Obama has produced a fake Hawaiian birth certificate to cover up the fact that he really was born in Kenya.
Facts don't matter to these geniuses. They don't care that numerous major news organizations, the nonpartisan Factcheck.org and Hawaii's GOP Gov. Linda Lingle have vouched for the authenticity of Obama's birth certificate. Or that the Honolulu Advertiser ran a birth announcement in August 1961.
No, they go for the theory that Obama's white mother, Stanley Dunham Obama, chose to give birth not in Oahu with her parents nearby, but in a hospital in a Third World country. Then she was so clever that she ran a birth announcement in the local paper in case someday her son with the politically catchy name of Barack Hussein Obama II ran for president.
Why didn't Hillary Rodham Clinton's campaign make an issue of Obama's noncitizenship during the Democratic primary if his legitimacy was so assailable? Apparently the Clinton brainiacs aren't as smart as the birthers.
News stories suggest that the birther movement is growing stronger. Maybe the birthers have just gotten louder. These days, all it takes is one nut on youtube.com to rate a week's worth of TV panel discussions.
On the other hand, Rep. Bill Posey, R-Fla., introduced a bill requiring future presidential candidates to produce a birth certificate. Posey's bill has at least nine co-sponsors, including Rep. John Campbell, R-Newport Beach.
Campbell is a good lawmaker, who told the Los Angeles Times' Doyle McManus that he opposed funding for the Boeing C-17 cargo plane because "I don't think it's right to support something that's built in your district to the detriment of the national interest. It leads to overspending and deficits and, well, corruption."
Yet Campbell was reduced to arguing on MSNBC's "Hardball" that while he believed Obama is a citizen, Posey's measure would put to rest any questions about a future president's legal status. Nice try, but the birthers won't acknowledge documents that don't feed their paranoid theory.
As Obama spokesman Robert Gibbs noted Monday, the birthers don't care about facts; they heed the siren song of righteous victimhood. They feel the injustice of losing an election, so they concoct a plot that tells them they didn't lose fair and square - the election was stolen. They are no different from Democrats who claimed that voter fraud in Ohio rigged the 2004 election for George W. Bush - except that Democratic politicians feel little pressure to acknowledge or denounce the fringe elements of their party.
Every time the birthers open their mouths, they hurt themselves and add polish to the image of Barack Obama, our American president.
To comment, e-mail Debra J. Saunders at dsaunders@sfchronicle.com.
This article appeared on page A - 11 of the San Francisco Chronicle.

Out of the Blue

I have to thank Nurishing Obscurity for this idea.



It is the brain child of Man in a Shed. Go to his site and read his proposal sounds like an idea who's time has come.

Friday, July 24, 2009

What Fresh Hell?


Mr. Charleston had an interesting post. Ft. Myers Beach is a party town. Estero just down the road for Ava Maria University. No kidding. You can't buy a rubber in the town of Ava Maria, but drive 2 miles and you can get anything you want at Alice's Resturant.

MIAMI -- The mayor of a small southwest Florida town on Thursday defended the town council's decision to fire its city manager after officials learned his wife is an adult film actress.
Fort Myers Beach Mayor Larry Kiker insisted that Scott Janke's termination had nothing to do with his spouse's job, that the town was merely trying to maintain order.
"What we were addressing was a situation where we weren't going to be able to govern the town with all the disruption and interruption," Kiker said.
The plan appears to have backfired.
"I've done over 30 interviews (with media) ... I've gotten hundreds of e-mails, we're getting threatened," Kiker said. "Nobody is getting any work done around here."
Still, Kiker insisted that Janke wasn't fired because of his wife's job.
"We didn't fire him because his wife was a porn star," Kiker griped, adding that the decision wasn't a "knee-jerk reaction."
However, the mayor also noted: "It was not his job performance. We all liked Scott ... He's a good guy."
Kiker said he learned of Janke's wife's job after receiving a telephone call from a reporter on Tuesday. He said he then spoke to Janke, who agreed "this was going to be a big disruption for the town and he was not going to be able to do his job well."
Within a few hours, Kiker had called an emergency town council meeting, and the group voted 5-0 to exercise a "no-cause" clause in Janke's contract, effectively firing him.
Councilman Tom Babcock said at a council meeting Wednesday that Janke was fired because his wife's profession brought an inaccurate image to Fort Myers Beach, the News-Press of Fort Myers reported.
"When you become a public figure you are held to a different level of scrutiny and ethics," Babcock said at the meeting.
Janke told The Associated Press on Wednesday night that he and his wife had their "heads held high."
"We have done nothing to be embarrassed about. We've done nothing wrong," Janke said. He said it's too early to think about what's next, and wouldn't comment on any possible legal action.
He will get a severance package worth six months salary, which comes to about $50,000, plus health benefits.
Janke said he married Anabela Mota Janke, who goes by the stage name Jazella Moore, in October. He began working for the town in March 2008.
Dan Miller, editor at the AVN Media Network, which covers the adult industry, said he had not heard of a similar case, but noted the adult film industry is "not necessarily widely accepted" in mainstream American politics.
Diane Duke, executive director of the Free Speech Coalition, a trade association for the adult entertainment industry, said the firing could present legal problems for the town.
Duke said even with a "no-cause" clause in Jenke's contract, as a government employee he is still protected by the First Amendment.
"There may very well be a case here," she said.
Added Howard Simon, executive director of the American Civil Liberties Union of Florida: "His firing may run up against Florida's law that prohibits discrimination based on marital status."
Meanwhile, the issue is the talk of the town of about 6,500.
"Everyone who lives on the island has made comments," said Jaye Duval, owner of the Sole Cafe, who listened to all the gossip as residents gathered for morning coffee and breakfast. "Everybody I've heard has basically thought he should have been able to keep his job. Most people think what his wife does shouldn't matter."
George Noakes, manager of the Sunflower Cafe in town, called it "prejudice."
"I thought the guy was doing a good job. I don't understand why his wife is even an issue," Noakes said. "Whatever she does, that's none of our concern. We shouldn't even be bothered with it."

If you want to stir the pot.
http://www.fortmyersbeachfl.gov/Directory.aspx?did=6

Monday, July 20, 2009

A Five Pound Bass

In Memoriam Walter Cronkite

We are the hollow men

We are the stuffed men

Leaning together

Headpiece filled with straw.

Alas! Our dried voices,

when We whisper together

Are quiet and meaningless

As wind in dry grass

Or rats’ feet over broken glass

In our dry cellar




She is right you know.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

What Fresh Hell?

This is email from my brother: nO kidding, he lives in Arkansas


From College Station, Texas:

The Pachuca family says an image on their pickup truck is a miracle. The image, that came in an unlikely form of a bird dropping, appeared Sunday July 12. That was the first time Salvador Pachuca had been back to the home since having an accident there four months ago. "I told my brothers come over here and see what this is and they say this is the Virgin," says Salvador Pachuca.Family members made their way outside to see the image on the truck's side mirror. Cristal Pachuca says she took pictures and began making calls to invite others to see, what she describes as, a miracle."We just all feel protected. It's a blessing to our family and to everybody that comes to see it," says Cristal Pachuca.Cristal says the truck doesn't get much use, but last weekend her husband decided to take it out of their garage and wash it. A few moments later the image appeared. Since Sunday, a steady stream of family, friends, neighbors and strangers have stopped by to pray and take pictures of the image.The Pachuca's say the image is more than a coincidence especially since it happened on the 12. The family says in Mexico, December 12 is celebrated as the day of The Virgin Guadalupe. Onlookers say the image is a miracle because the distinct colors and outline of the image on the truck match the image of Virgin Guadalupe.The Pachuca's say they will continue to welcome anyone who wants to see the image, because the image isn't going to go away anytime soon."I think we're going to just put it on a shelf outside, probably take off the mirror and keep it there cause its something special to us. I'm not going to wash it off," says Cristal Pachuca.

OK, now let's go over this. "... the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible ..." as He is described in the Nicene Creed, has decided:
a) to perform a miracle
b) on the side mirror of a
c) Mexican's
d) pickup truck,
e) using guano,
f) in the town which is home to the Aggies, who are
g) the butt of nearly every joke told in Texas and Oklahoma.

I find this troubling.
You mean to tell me that Jehovah can't do any better than this? This ain't no kind of miracle. Guano ain't no miracle. Turning the Sears Tower into a thousand-foot-tall statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary, now THAT would be a miracle. The only thing miraculous here is that the bird missed the windshield which would be a lot harder than a side mirror to remove and put "on a shelf outside" as Miss Pachucaen visions.And do these people really not understand the difference between July and December? Months are not interchangeable, you know.So people in America, or at least Texas, think that I Am That I Am plays cheap tricks that are fit to show on Spike TV and to sell in Spencer's Gifts. (Twenty years ago I got my girlfriend a spray-can of bullshit repellent there, so she could spritz her office whenever a student came in with some lame, whiny excuse. I love that place. Where else can you get patchouli oil today?)Seems to me we have lessened our expectations of Martin Luther's Mighty Fortress.

On another note, I used to share a duplex with an Aggie, and I can tell you definitively that it is not possible to tell an Aggie joke that is untrue.They really are that dumb.

What Fresh Hell?






I am not a Led Zeppelin fan, I barely know who Robert Plants is, I should think a hair cut and comb would be helpful at a time like this.




Robert P is now a Commander of the British Empire. Robert Plant is the person on the right of the photo. Not the one in the background, the one with the red thing around his neck.


Now, I can understand why we won that war.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Out of the Blue

This is for Hannah.

My love she speaks like silence

Without ideals or silence.

What Fresh Hell?




This broad was married to Jack Webb. Please pour me another cup of coffee.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

A Five Pound Bass



This is a photograph that I came across at the goodwill store in south Florida. Rumor holds, this is the house that Christo lived in while he was visualising the Surround Island project for Biscayne Bay, Greater Miami, in 1982. This is the house he rented during the design process of the wraping for the Whitney Museum, NYC. These ideas came to him while living in this location. He rented this house sometime between 1966 and 1969.





Monday, July 13, 2009

What Fresh Hell?

Please post your vote for best movie quote, in the universe, ever!

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Merry Pranksters

Mr. Charleston and Ms. Peach Tart done be tellin' the ghostie stories, and scarin' the chilren' out their britches, 'tain't right, just ain't right, and all.


Little 'uns need comfort and peace to home. Maybe them 'ere hants and haunts don'be chrilen mis abused from the cradle by parents, and family, and church people, all of'em protected by state laws and such. don't know 'cause i wasn't there and all. But I mean, you, one, I (a person) ya know, like dies, passes away, moves on, and has the opportunity to leave this earth plane and go, and get it on, and be with God, however they see Him or Her Or It, (OR NOT) and they, ie., you, me (the wandering spirit) don't leave. That simply must be one more pissed off mutherphucker.

I mean, I mean, 72 or is it 77 virgins in heaven! waiting to please you? or, what the fuck, your ass is going to hell, 77 whores from Bangkok, just for starters, I mean, I mean, just what kind of tormented soul would not leave? I say fuck 'em, walk up and down the stairs all you want, jerk off, the house is mine!

Scare the young'en, make a movie, write a book, but get the hell out of my face. There is a universe out there to walk up and down stairs in, let's go. Hey!, do you know how to tease God? Come on!, but you gotta be ready to run! It's fun, come go with me, see you grasp his tail....

I don't think many will understand this post. It is just a rant of a happy mutherPhucker.

Laugh Long, Laugh Loud, poke fun that the Establishment, kick some prick's ass, kiss some lover's ass.

Oh and by the way, Prosper!

Oh yeah! and a plague in the houses of the money grubbers!

I know it's long, but please this is Nina.


Friday, July 10, 2009

Slice of Life

I was over to Banquet of Consequences just a while ago and jadedj had a point about black and white. It seem straightforward enough, until the public showed up.
What a train wreck, but it got me to thinkin'

So I went and looked through my negatives (old photographic term) for a clear picture of black and white, or one way, crystal clear and all.

My way or the highway, the truth, no flip flop, not wishy washie, straight ahead.

The Big Easy! What could be more simple? Follow the sign, one way.



Walking Man asked a question in the comments. This is an update with a new photograph. I have not done this before and don't know if it will work but ...
Walking Man that is a good question I have my answer, it is a choice I made that afternoon. Judging from the mother and daughter in the background, I would say they have made their decision.
What do all ya'll think?


Comrade Kevin has left a comment and found another reality, possibly better than pedestrian humor.


He has a point, gentle people, perhaps we should ride into a more colorful environment.


I heard that shine Mr. Charleston is puttin' on, baby. Don't make me come over there all riled up, no honey, no sir. I'll get sexie on his ass and he'll wish he was back in La Grange, drinkin' with EQT.
Yeah Baby. I am the truth and the way, nobody gets on Bourbon Street except by me.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

What Fresh Hell?

I hear this a lot from my friends.

But not nearly so well phrased.


The Cat playing the guitar is Dave Barbour, her husband at the time.

Monday, July 6, 2009

It ain't over till it's over.

It's so easy even cavemen do it.
It's so easy even the natives do it.
Let's do it.



For the record, fast boats being launched to race in the Gulf of Mexico.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Slice of Life

Happy End to the 4th of July 2009, may God bless and keep you always.


Earlier in the day I was over to the Waiting on Jesus Towers visiting with the mother of a new friend. We had grilled a couple of hot dogs and had them on buns with the fixin's, just a driping off my chin. Nice collards and cornbread to sop the pot licker with, finger lickin' yummy. Wash that down with sweet tea and then we were ready for peach tarts. Mighty like a feast. Ya Know how sometimes you just bite into a tart and the juice is right there and just fills your mouth and you have to swallow and lick you lips and jus' smile 'cause 'hits so good. Well that is the way it was, I tell you what. Well hit was a great time and wonderful 4th and fireworks and all and then I was walking through the parking lot and passed this motorcycle that made me stop in my tracks and think about Intelligent Design. I stopped to wonder if Darwin would every have ridden a gold wing?







Who is the Dad posted on God' Goldwing?
Maybe it should have been called Indulgent Design.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Low Spark of High Heels...

More from the Suncoast Gran Prix. I found some of the pictures of the boat haulers, I know the boats photos are somewhere close. Stay tooned? Tuned.


A rider after my own heart.


A hauler after my heart.


Her twin sister also after my heart.


My heart painted on the side of an 18 wheeler.



Ok, OK, she did have me seeing double. Well, the sun was very hot, and I needed a drink of water, but water was not on my list of priorites. Maybe a cool pool, to dip ones feet into, Yeah.

Friday, July 3, 2009

What Fresh Hell?

This is just toooo much to pass over.
So is she stepping down or just not running next year?
Lame Ducks unite!

Low Spark of High Heels...

I went to the Suncoast Gran Prix dry pit area today. The actual race is on Sunday. Tomorrow is practice and qualifying. The boats will all be there tomorrow, today was the roadies coming in and setting up the rigs for working on the boats.


First things first. Along with Fast boats come pretty women, I just could not pass up a photo opportunity.


Checkered Flag means the race is over. Yeah Buddy.


Fresh Squeezed, please.


Which one is the blonde?


Well of course.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

A Five Pound Bass

I was just over to The Peach Tarts site and I learnt a lot of stuff. Man alive. Not to underrate anyone' most especially the broads, I have to say, Peggy is the Godmother of us all.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Say What?


Some things just don't really translate.

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