Saturday, September 25, 2004


You're Brigitte Bardot!

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I adore the way Maureen Dowd tilts her head to one side...

A press releases that the Texas Air National Guard sent to Houston newspapers in 1970 about young Bush, then a second lieutenant and new pilot. "George Bush is one member of the younger generation who doesn't get his kicks from pot or hashish or speed," the news release said. "Oh, he gets high, all right, but not from narcotics." (Thanks to Mr. MR for this and Tom Joad, – see below.)

Politics used to be fun. Especially in Texas where zany, God-fearing politicians really knew how to "get down." That was back when you could destory an opponent without really hurting him -- tell lies so unbelievable and outlandish that giggling voters flock to the polls to vote for you just because you're so dadgumed creative. In his heyday, nobody was better at gettin' down politically than Lone Star Lyndon. In 1948, after 11 years in the House of Representatives where he proved to be a formidable, power-hungry campaigner, LBJ hit fellow Democrat and popular former Texas governor Coke Stevenson with everything he had as they squared off for a run at the Senate. Legend has it Johnson told one of his aides -- "Go out there and tell 'em Coke was caught having sex with a farm animal."
"But, Lyndon," the aide protested, "you know that's not true!"
"Of course it's not true!" Johnson responded impatiently. "That's not the point. Tell it anyway -- and make him deny it
..." – Sheila Samples, Information Clearing House

QUOTE OF THE DAY -- "I'm so pleased with my gender. We're not that bright." – Ann Coulter

("It’s a stupid country." – Johnny Depp)

CRYPTIQUEI talk to people in bars.

Morphine occurs naturally in the human brain.,1286,65053,00.html

Sim-sex update,1284,65064,00.html

GOP admit mailing campaign literature saying liberals will ban the Bible

The Man Who Shot Che Guevara

Friday, September 24, 2004

Ma: Then what, Tom?
Tom Joad: I'll be all around in the dark - I'll be everywhere. Wherever you can look - wherever there's a fight, so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there. I'll be there in the way guys yell when they're mad. I'll be there in the way kids laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready, and when people are eatin' the stuff they raise and livin' in the houses they built - I'll be there, too.
Ma: I don't understand it, Tom.
Tom Joad: Me, neither, Ma, but - just somethin' I been thinkin' about.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Most of you cuties are mercifully too young the remember the last idiot war in detail, but, trust an old timer, in the last 48 hours, fucking Bush has started to sound just like fucking Lyndon Johnson.

CRYPTIQUE -- You can feel Carville is back.
During last weekend’s energizing reading, one piece received extremely well was Diabolo’s Cadillac. So, with stunning egotism, I’ve reproduced it below. (An orchestrated version appears on the Deviants’ CD Dr. Crow that will be re-released in super deluxe form by Captain Trip Records in Tokyo.)

Room 101
A ratcage on my face
The pain is close indescribable
The horror, the horror
Last night I took a ride
In Diabolo's Cadillac

Morning is beyond the drapes
And demons wrench at my eyelids
With steel pliers
Blessed Virgin just show me mercy
Or give me a Valium
Last night I took a ride
In Diabolo's Cadillac

My brain is as dry and shriveled
As a motherless sponge
And I dread the ultimate re-entry
Of the blood
When the torture of the damned
Will resemble a bright day at the beach
Last night I took a ride
In Diabolo's Cadillac

Jesus, god, give me a break here will you?
It's only a chemical analogue
For those two old dogs
Pleasure and Retribution
I've heard that twelve steps
Can lead to salvation
But I also recall that one more
Will take you to the gallows
I don't need a stinking program
Just a remission from guilt
And some show about Hitler
On the History Channel
While I collect my scattered senses
Last night I took a ride
In Diabolo's Cadillac

RUSS MEYER RIP (see comments)

CRYPTIQUEDucks are waddling, in search of a row.

QUOTE OF THE DAYThank goodness I’m wearing a crotch rope. – Trinity

I really wasn’t paying attention. As many of you are well aware, when I’m working – writing, that is – a TV is usually burbling somewhere close at hand, and news items enter by osmosis, and are most times, quickly dismissed as half-digested media clutter. I almost dismissed the tale of the mom who mail-ordered her kids Ritalin from Canada and received a whole bunch of Methadone by mistake and the poor little fucker could have died if mother had been so vigilant – but then a worm in my brain turned. "Hold on a minute," the worm snarled, "this is surely bullshit most mendacious. Who orders Methadone from Canada? Methadone needs a triplicate script. A canuck mail-order house would not be handing it. What?" This item surely has to be an under-the-radar, fear-story planted by some black-bag PR for a US pharmaceutical industry running scared from the threat of cheap and government regulated, north-of-the-border drugs to their monstrously obscene profits. The factoid is now in place, and will doubtless be rote-repeated by bought-and-paid-for politicians, and also Debs Norville, or some other talking hairdo. It’s now urban disinformation that will be cited as proof that Canadian drugs can’t be trusted. Which is crap. But that’s how the game is currently played. Another case of blog this, aye? (See yesterday)

CRYPTIQUEI can get you a deal on some cheap moral fabric.

There’s a bunch of good stuff on Funtopia News (over on the right there.)

The email address is –

From Nicholas von Hoffman
"The crappiest supermarket bread costs two bucks a loaf. A gallon of milk costs four bucks, and heating oil is already 20 cents a gallon higher than it was last year. The cost of housing is through the roof. Medical services are so famously high it doesn’t bear mentioning. The price of everything is going up, but every month the Bush people say that inflation is "contained," "tamed" and barely moving if you look at the "core" numbers—that is, the inflation number after throwing out the cost of food, fuel, shelter and unessential services such as medical care and education. This is the situation before the election. You can imagine what next year is going to be like after the election, when the Bush people have nothing to worry about and nothing to do for the next four years but grab everything in sight."
Full story –

Ashcroft continues to seek new powers
[notice how they haven't shown ashfeld, minute rice, rumscroft or any of the other failure czars all year?]

(Many of these links, especially the political ones, come courtesy of – and with comments by – People’s Daily Briefing)

Wednesday, September 22, 2004


Twinkies went bankrupt.

The nation is safe from Cat Stevens, and am I fucking relieved.


You are Bettie Page!
You're Bettie Page!

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Damn, but I love the Bay Area. Coming from all too frequently mindless LA, it feels so good to be back in a place where life exists right out on the street, and to be unorthodox -- and not consumer rich -- does not appear to be the heinous crime that it is a few hundred miles to the south. The wind blows, clouds scud across the sky, rain falls, cabs ply for hire, and I start to feel a sense of unaccustomed normality.

And speaking of normality, while driving out to Berkeley with the redoubtable Jude from Borderlands, we waited in traffic in the Castro for a parade to go past. It appeared to be Leather Boys for Democracy, showing their black and blue striped bondage flag with the blood red circular spot. I never did find out the reason for the march, but it appeared highly serious with only strapping men in vests and cut-off chaps; no drag queens, sissies, or lesbians among their number.

The great fear for the performer is, of course, that no one will show up, and, needless to say, I went into the usual, well concealed, private funk for the hour or so before the event at Borderlands, but managed to cover it well be allowing myself to be taken to taken to a very unusual Irish pub where I drank beer and ate black pudding and boxty (and if you need that explained, you probably don’t want to hear the explanation) and then went on to read, sign, discuss, and debate topics that ranged from global warming the movie Abbott and Costello Go To Mars for a happily full house. And also ran into Jess Cox who I hadn’t seen in a million years.

Deborah Norville – along with other dopey and dubious TV newspersons – has discovered the blogosphere and wonders how we seem to know shit before she does. The answer is that we ignore Karl Rove, use out brains, can add 2 + 2, and generally reach some approximation of 4. Debs is also worried that we are "unaccountable" and concerned that maybe something should be done about us. Tough shit, Debs; unaccountable, and unpaid, and mad as hell, and without 200 grams of makeup to aide our plausibility. We don’t need no stinking accountability.

On 15 July 2004 William S. Lind suggested that "an American-Israeli attack on Iran's nuclear facilities. Such an attack may very well be on the agenda as the "October Surprise," the distraction President George W. Bush desperately needs if the debacle in Iraq is not to lead to his defeat in November." (Global Security. Org)

CRYPTIQUEWhat’s keeping the giant killer robots?

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Back from a truly fine weekend in the Bay Area which I will report on later when I have all the awaiting work and other bits and pieces squared away, but, suffice for the moment, to say that Borderland Books were very, very good to me.

Poker TV tells me that unbeatable poker robots are playing in those online poker games, meaning that if you're playing on one of those sites, you're screwed far beyond the combined imaginings of Isaac Asimov and Doc Holliday. (Never play cards with a guy named HAL)

And best of all, the genie cannot be pushed back into the bottle. No neo-liberal charade, no "progressive internationalist" bullshit can convince the world that they have not seen what they have seen. Big brother may indeed have pushed his luck, and the freedom to say that 2+2=4 may yet emerge. No matter who wins, the death rattle of US empire may be sounding. – Daniel Patrick Welch (for full story...

A long, serious, but real scarey report on the coming of Soylent Green for real...
An Abrupt Climate Change Scenario and Its Implications for United States National Security

Inside bush's torture chambers: One woman's story,2763,1308346,00.html
(And on the same subject, no one seems to have noticed, or admitted that the systematic torturing of prisoners, aside from being morally repugnant, is also a sure sign that all other intelligence gathering systems have broken down.)

E.L. Doctorow on The Unfeeling President