Nuff said: Rick Perry 12/12/11

What Fresh Hell? A Mosque?

The following is taken from today’s opinion page of a local newspaper.

Does it strike anyone, other than me, as odd, misdirected and contradictory?

Maybe I'm just overwhelmed.

The Mosque

The Obama administration has sued Arizona to stop an immigration bill that the people (Arizona Legislature) overwhelmingly approved; it has sued the state of California to overturn a marriage law that Californians overwhelmingly approved. It rammed through a health-care bill that Americans overwhelmingly rejected.

Now, despite the people’s overwhelming objections, the president supports the construction of an Islamic mosque next to the hallowed national site of Ground Zero, the very symbol of anti-American Islamic terrorism.

Yes, the mosque has the legal right to build near Ground Zero.
But it flies in the face of the most basic teaching of humankind:

When the Pharisees asked Jesus what is the greatest commandment, he replied:

”Love the Lord your God with all your heart

and with all your soul and with all your mind.

This is the first and greatest commandment.

And the second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself.”

Contrary to what the New York imam says, the mosque near Ground Zero is not showing neighborly love. It is an outward thrust of spite.

New Orleans

The Big Easy... Yes, Yes Indeed. In Deedy Due.

Big? Big enough, Easy, easy enough, well it seems so on the surface.
But first let me digress, just a bit. I truly enjoy photography. Have all of my life, I could go into some sorry ass story 'bout the first photo I made and the disappointment and how I still carry that Image in my memory. (the faded bad color Kodak print is long gone), but I won't. So here I is 55 years later still doin' it. But now my skills are a bit better, the equipment is light years (no pun) ahead of that Brownie Starflash, and the film is free. Well once you drop a young fortune on the card. So this weekend I was using two lens. One an 11-16 mm ultra wide and the other a 90 mm macro. I am always amazed at how the photographer's eye alters it's viewing angle to accommodate the limits of the lens. My Intention here is to post photographs and keep the comments to a minimum. The rant will upon occasion creep into the moment. Just too much fun going on around me. I'm not used to seeing drunk chics helping each other down the street all the while gigglin'. I have a shot or two just don't know if the quality will pass muster. Drunk Guys, hey they are a dime a dozen, with Lagniappe.
The photographs. To Wit:

























Love is an opening door.

























Usually the open door will have a wrinkle later on.

What more is there to say?

Let's see Randy Newman said, "they're good 'ol boys at LSU, they go in dumb and come out dumb too". He was right. The good news they mostly wear purple and yellow clothing. I must say you can spot them in a crowd. If the purple does not show from a block away, when you get close and see they are drunk, you will notice a small logo with the purple and yellow. They also have a secret handshake.

Well at least one person had a good thought.

This place is the real deal. They welcome you in and said, come let me teach you, Voodoo. No zombees stumblin' 'round here.


















The is the Marie Laveau House of VooDoo. Where the Zombee's pretend to live. Marie is dead and rollin' in her grave, or maybe up walkin' 'round. Don't Know.
I have never see so many signs saying "No Photos!, No Smokin', 'No Touchin' the altars', 'No Nothin'
no kiddin', the only sign missing was the no thing for sale sign. Anyway outside on the street, I could take a photo, no sh*t! Made me chuckle.
BTW Marie was the real deal. Hell some guy wrote a song about her.

What Fresh Hell?

Now this is a photograph I made this afternoon. I came home and just could not leave it alone.

There is a madness that is rampant in the nation. I don't know where it comes from and don't care where it goes, just get the hell away from me. If you don't I will.

I am worried for the good of my native soil, for the second time in my life.

It is the Money that drive$ all of the Bu$'s engines.

Anyway let's just all have a good chuckle for old time sake.

ya know back in the day when everyone knew what the back of the bu$ was for.

Nuff said

Photo of the Moment

Just had to go back to my roots.

Too long in the sun of St Augustine. What a chump. To Witt:

Augustine of Hippo (pronounced /screw you we're from Texas) (Latin: Aurelius Augustinus Hipponensis; (November 13, 354 – August 28, 430), Bishop of Hippo Regius, also known as St. Augustine or St. Austin, was a philosopher and theologian.

Augustine, a Latin church father, is one of the most important figures in the development of Western Christianity. Augustine was heavily influenced by the Neo-Platonism of Plotinus. He framed the concepts of original sin and just war. (2259 days since 'mission accomplished') When the Roman Empire in the West was starting to disintegrate, Augustine developed the concept of the Church as a spiritual City of God distinct from the material City of Man. His thought profoundly influenced the medieval worldview. Augustine's City of God was closely identified with the church, and was the community which worshipped God.
Augustine was born in the city of Thagaste, the present day Souk Ahras, Algeria, (say what?) to a Catholic mother named Monica. He was educated in North Africa (say what?) and resisted his mother's pleas to become Christian. Living as a pagan intellectual, he took a concubine (living in sin) and became a Manichean (WTF). Later he converted to the Catholic Church, became a bishop, and opposed heresies, such as the belief that people can have the ability to choose to be good to such a degree as to merit salvation without divine aid (Pelagianism).

The Republicans of America, got the part about a just War, well ok the war part. To bad he finally listened to his bitch of a mother. I mean if that lack luster baby mill had kept her mouth shut the world would be a very different place. Where the hell was his old man? out bangin' 'round?, While his ol' lady is setting the world up for Barbara's misbegotten one, 15 centuries later? Boys need Mother figures who don't want them to suck, and Father figures who don't want them to blow.

of course that's just my opinion, i could be wrong.