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)