Wednesday, October 24, 2012

THIS FOOL CLAIMS GOD CONDONES RAPE









This is Richard Mourdock. I guess he’s a reminder of that they’re out there and they mean it. Mitt Romeny and the Republican Party are tailoring their appeal to the bigots, the ignorant, the fearful and the dangerously stupid.

WASHINGTON -- Indiana GOP U.S. Senate candidate Richard Mourdock declared Tuesday night he opposes aborting pregnancies conceived in rape because "it is something that God intended to happen." Debating Rep. Joe Donnelly (D-Ind.) in their final Senate race showdown, a questioner asked them and Libertarian candidate Andrew Horning to explain their views on abortion. All three said they were anti-abortion. But Mourdock went further, putting himself in territory near Missouri GOP Senate candidate Rep. Todd Akin, the anti-abortion congressman who infamously asserted that women don't get pregnant from "legitimate rape." "The only exception I have to have an abortion is in the case of the life of the mother," said Mourdock, the Tea Party-backed state treasurer. "I struggled with it myself for a long time, but I came to realize life is that gift from God. I think that even when life begins in that horrible situation of rape, that it is something that God intended to happen." (Click here for more)

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The secret word is Monster

LEST WE FORGET

















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A VALID FEAR


THE FROZDICK FAMILY






















Alcohol had a very odd effect on Millicent Frozdick.

GRATUITOUS DENEUVE



Tuesday, October 23, 2012

WHALE TALK





















You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? OK. 

“A Beluga whale named Noc learned to warble in a human voice that was so convincing it fooled a diver into thinking someone was shouting at him to get out of the water, US researchers have revealed. Handlers at the National Marine Mammal Foundation in San Diego heard mumbling in 1984 coming from a tank containing whales and dolphins that sounded like two people chatting far away. It wasn't until one day, after a diver surfaced from the tank and asked: "Who told me to get out?" that researchers realised the garble came from a captive male Beluga whale. For several years they recorded its spontaneous sounds while it was underwater and when it surfaced. An acoustic analysis revealed the human-like sounds were several octaves lower than typical whale calls. The research was published on Monday in the scientific journal Current Biology. The authors wrote that Noc was even able to be trained to "speak" on cue  and they were able to study how he adjusted the pressure and "phonic lips" in his nasal cavities to make sounds much lower than ordinary whale squeals and clicks. "The whale was exposed to speech not only from humans at the surface – it was present at times when divers used surface-to-diver communication equipment. The whale was recognised as the sources of the speech-like sounds when a diver surfaced outside this whale's enclosure and asked: 'Who told me to get out?' Our observations led us to conclude the 'out' which was repeated several times came from Noc. "We interpreted the whale's vocalisations as an attempt to mimic humans." After four years of copying people, Noc reached maturity and apparently either lost the capacity to make human noise or lost interest in doing so. He went back to sounding like a whale, emitting high-pitched noises, and died five years ago.
Dolphins and parrots have been taught to mimic the patterns of human speech, but it is rare for an animal to do it spontaneously. The study is not the first time a whale have been identified making human sounds. Scientists who have studied sounds of white whales in the wild sometimes heard what sounded like shouting children.
Caretakers at the Vancouver Aquarium in Canada once claimed they heard one of the white whales say its name, Lagosi. His other utterances were indistinct and described as a garbled human voice, or someone speaking in Russian or Chinese.”

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The secret word is Moby

SELF PROMOTION CAN ONLY BE SHAMELESS
















No matter how one pretends to be ivory towered above the fray, the writer with a book out, even a slim novelette, has get down in the marketplace and shill with the rest. (Johnny de Luxe will probably have some snide comments.) My good friends at Dangerous Minds just ran an excerpt which I really appreciate…

“Doc had been set up like a bowling pin. Sub-space gossip about GS-AS Pentecostal Fire Boys with snitches in tow, shaman mumblings from the jungle hinter world of insurrection and planned cannibalism, while much closer to home the ominous silence that follows and envelopes a pariah left him in no doubt that he was being fingered far and wide for Huxley Hahn’s Roman butchery at the notorious Cardinal’s fuck pad. Doc had no idea why he’d been chosen to take the fall – or if the motel interlude at the Red Barn had been a part of a long term setup – but it had clearly been decreed somewhere on the higher floors of Golgotha, and, in consequence, he was royally fucking screwed.” Click here for more

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TOYS FOR TINY TERROR TOTS


ALL THE NEWS THAT’S FIT


WITH PALS LIKE THAT WHO COULD TOUCH YOU? #2




















(Lifted from CSM)

POSTED WITHOUT COMIC


GRATUITOUS JANE BIRKIN


Thursday, October 18, 2012

I NEVER LEARNED TO LOVE THE BOMB (Part 2)





















This is Vasili Alexandrovich Arkhipov. Fifty years ago he may have saved the world. (Thanks to Jim Buck on Facebook for the story.)

“On October 27, 1962, during the Cuban Millile Crisis, a group of eleven US Navy Detsroyers and the aircraft carrier USS Randolph trapped the diesel-powered nuclear-armed Soviet Foxtrot class B-59 submarine near Cuba and started dropping practice depth charges, explosives intended to force the submarine to come to the surface for identification. There had been no contact from Moscow for a number of days and, although the submarine's crew had earlier been picking up US civilian radio broadcasts, once B-59 began attempting to hide from its US navy pursuers, it was too deep to monitor any radio traffic, so those on board did not know if war had broken out.. The captain of the submarine, Valentin Grigonevitch Savitsky, believing that a war might already have started, wanted to launch a nuclear-tipped torpedo. Three officers on board the submarine – Savitsky, the political officer Ivan Semonovitch Maslennikov, and the scond-in-command Arkhipov – were authorized to launch the torpedo if agreeing unanimously in favor of doing so. An argument broke out among the three, in which only Arkhipov was against the launch. Although Arkhipov was only second-in-command of submarine B-59, he was actually Commander of the flotilla of submarines including B-4, B-36, and B-130 and of equal rank to Captain Savitsky. Arkhipov eventually persuaded Savitsky to surface the submarine and await orders from Moscow. This presumably averted the nuclear war that would have ensued had the torpedo been fired.“ (Click here for more)

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The secret word is October

HE SAVED THE WORLD FOR THESE BASTARDS


NOBODY HERE BUT US CHICKENS


Back in the days of the underground press this Gilbert Shelton cartoon was a great favourite of the sorely missed Edward Barker who would lustily bellow the tune when drunk. Which was often.

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OR DUCKS


WITH PALS LIKE THAT WHO COULD TOUCH YOU?


GRATUITOUS COMRADE ENGINEER


Tuesday, October 16, 2012

YES, NEIGHBORS, A NEW WORK OF FICTION IS ABOUT TO BE UNLEASHED




















And this is a teaser excerpt…

“This was some fucking party, a wang-dang-doodle crew of grotesques and pony girls, kicking, cutting, drinking and drugging, copulating in corners loosed with martinets, manacles, and devices, generally raising a reasonless and increasingly riotous ruckus. Living lawyers squired dead-eyed models who had long since adopted the habit of eating human flesh and other varieties of voidoid meat. Skin sagged from bones and the shapes of faces were reducing themselves to ectoplasm with a kind of sliding motion. Cocaine, heroin, crystal amphetamine, elevated barbiturates, large mammal tranquilizers, and other ingestible powders figured almost as strongly as alcohol, rolled opium, and black tablets of belladonna at the tables. Dwarves in military dress blues, bearing medals and strange insignia, looked on with over-sized Beefeater Martinis in their stubby fists, while lizard men from the frightened cities of the hollow earth, doing passable—if scaly— impersonations of Joan Crawford, tangoed with Italian baby wiseguys in black fascisti shirts. A Krishna pimp paraded with a swaying, finger-cymbal string of five of his stable. He offered up the perfumed delights of slit-sari, honey-skinned, undulating Hindu whores, heavy with gold and silver, with oiled and ample overfed thighs swathed in silk, yab-yum dots on foreheads, and their yoni red, ringed, rouged, and pouting. Gilded boys in spandex and tans so mahogany they could only end in melanoma, performed queer tribal dances, with roots in the Hitchhike and the Batman.”

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The secret word is Purchase

I NEVER LEARNED TO LOVE THE BOMB
















Exactly half a century ago, on this and for the next dozen days, we kids got up each morning with no guarantee that we would live to see evening. We might quite easily be vaporised or worse in a nuclear holocaust. The Cuba Missile Crisis was playing out off the coast of Florida. Jack Kennedy and Nikita Khrushchev were engaging in what was then known as brinkmanship. World War III was so on the cards. And I really resented it. I monumentally resented it. I was a teenager. I was listening to Gene and Eddie and Elvis and Miles. I was in my very first band. I was learning about whiskey. I was learning about women. I wanted some marijuana. I wanted some pills. I did not want my life gratuitously snuffed out before I’d tasted any of it. It wasn’t fair and I hated it. Fuck you J. Robert Oppenheimer I cried. Thankfully the rest was history.     

Here’s Noam Chomsky with a more objective view…

“About one-third of the total force was in the air, according to General David Burchinal, director of plans on the Air Staff at Air Force Headquarters.  The Strategic Air Command (SAC), technically in charge, appears to have had little control.  And according to Clawson’s account, the civilian National Command Authority was kept in the dark by SAC, which means that the ExComm “deciders” pondering the fate of the world knew even less.  General Burchinal’s oral history is no less hair-raising, and reveals even greater contempt for the civilian command.  According to him, Russian capitulation was never in doubt.  The CD operations were designed to make it crystal clear to the Russians that they were hardly even competing in the military confrontation, and could quickly have been destroyed. From the ExComm records, Stern concludes that, on October 26th, President Kennedy was “leaning towards military action to eliminate the missiles” in Cuba, to be followed by invasion, according to Pentagon plans.  It was evident then that the act might have led to terminal war, a conclusion fortified by much later revelations that tactical nuclear weapons had been deployed and that Russian forces were far greater than U.S. intelligence had reported.” Clickhere for more

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JUST LOOKING FOR A CAUSE


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GRATUITOUS BLONDE


Sunday, October 14, 2012

SUNDAY BREAKFAST












As I was eating my eggs and toast while looking at the Gmail, the following came in from HCB. It’s a quote from Gershon Legman’s 1967 book The Fake Revolt reproduced on the Arouse Your Passion website. G. Legman was an old school bohemian who liked sex, but hated hippies, rock & roll, feminism, and gays – but may well have been gay himself. I’d forgotten all about him and it was nice to be reminded of the insults of yesteryear.

“The New Revolt nowadays consists therefore of a bunch of inarticulate long-haired adolescents, without leadership and without a program, trying to mouth prepared goon-bait such as "existential" and "psychedelic," being shoved on them by psychological pushers that nobody can arrest. If that's your kids and you don't like it, just be thankful they aren't members of the same Fake Revolt one layer down: the motorcycle fags and hoodlums who peddle their bodies to homosexuals in public toilets for money to buy Nazi insignia, but who are scared of girls unless there are enough other hoodlums present to gang-bang them or pull out their front teeth with pliers and throw them to their death from apartment-house roofs. The dirty girls available for this type of work do not require description - either before or after. They are somebody's daughters too, and were also brought up on the "media," and hassled into frothing in their panties publicly over well-publicized pelvic crooners and other pop-culch offal. If you haven't a little LSD dropout in your home, just wander up and down your local Freak-Out Bar area, not forgetting a side-trip to the "S.& M." (sado-masochistic) or "Sadie-Maisie" homosexual bars, such as those on New York's fashionable East Side, for the meaner types of homosexual gangsters - also on motorcycles - and businessmen-delinquents on their off hours, soft-shod rich boys, and art-director types, who like to show what a super-cultured Elite they really are, by chewing dirty socks and beating each other to death.” 

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The secret word is Smile

MARILYN SEZ...





















“They also claimed I was stupid.”

I WAS ELVIS’ SEX COACH




















This is Tura Santana. She also came via HCB this morning. She was best known for her role as "Varla" in  Russ Meyer's 1965 classic Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! But she also claims to have been Elvis Presley’s sex coach.

“When we first started out, he was kinda like ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am,’ until I showed him what to do. Eventually he became much more sophisticated.” Does that mean Elvis became a good lover? “Yes, it was worth the effort,” Tura says, closing her eyes. Elvis was becoming more passionately adept, but there was one very important amorous pleasure he had yet to experience. “Four or five nights later I showed him how to give head.” Tura grins. “He hadn’t done it yet.” Tura instructed Elvis in one of life’s finest sensual arts. “When a man wants to give you pleasure, that’s what makes the difference—‘Honey, not so hard there, just nibble, and when you find that little man, nudge him. Several times. But try to do it gently at first . . . then a little harder . . . when you’ve got him nice and hard, then you start to suck . . .’

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Kilgore Frozdick liked to feel safe.

HOW MANY DAYS IS IT TO DECEMBER 21ST?


Thursday, October 11, 2012

FASCISM IN ACTION












1936 style – In Spain it was serious with guns and bombs and slaughter – bullet holes in the cemetery wall – although the idea that Franco regarded the Spanish proletariat “an inferior race that had to be subjugated by sudden, uncompromising violence” has a very modern resonance..   

"The leaders of the rebellion, Generals Mola, Franco and Queipo de Llano, regarded the Spanish proletariat in the same way as they did the Moroccan, as an inferior race that had to be subjugated by sudden, uncompromising violence. Thus they applied in Spain the exemplary terror they had learned in North Africa by deploying the Spanish Foreign Legion and Moroccan mercen­aries, the Regulares, of the colonial army. Their approval of the grim violence of their men is reflected in [General] Franco's war diary of 1922, which lovingly describes Moroccan villages destroyed and their defenders decapitated. He delights in recounting how his teenage bugler boy cut off the ear of a captive. Franco himself led twelve Legionarios on a raid from which they returned carrying as trophies the bloody heads of twelve tribesmen (harquenos). The decapi­tation and mutilation of prisoners was common. When General Miguel Primo de Rivera visited Morocco in 1926, an entire battalion of the Legion awaited inspection with heads stuck on their bayonets. During the Civil War, terror by the [Spanish] African Army was similarly deployed on the Spanish mainland as the instrument of a coldly conceived project to underpin a future authoritarian regime."

2012 style – So far, in the 21st century they are mainly huffing, puffing, and mouthing off about decimating the proles. Charlie Fuqua, the Republican candidate for the Arkansas House of Representatives has written a book called God’s Law in which amid other philosophical gems calls for the death penalty for "rebellious children." He claims that the course of action involved in sentencing a child to death is described in the Bible and would involve judicial approval.

“The maintenance of civil order in society rests on the foundation of family discipline. Therefore, a child who disrespects his parents must be permanently removed from society in a way that gives an example to all other children of the importance of respect for parents. The death penalty for rebellious children is not something to be taken lightly. The guidelines for administering the death penalty to rebellious children are given in Deut 21:18-21: This passage does not give parents blanket authority to kill their children. They must follow the proper procedure in order to have the death penalty executed against their children. I cannot think of one instance in the Scripture where parents had their child put to death. Why is this so? Other than the love Christ has for us, there is no greater love then [sic] that of a parent for their child. The last people who would want to see a child put to death would be the parents of the child. Even so, the Scrpture [sic] provides a safe guard to protect children from parents who would wrongly exercise the death penalty against them. Even though this procedure would rarely be used, if it were the law of land, it would give parents authority. Children would know that their parents had authority and it would be a tremendous incentive for children to give proper respect to their parents.”

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The secret word is Stop

WILLIE SUTTON, WHERE ARE YOU NOW THAT WE NEED YOU?


A VICTIM OF THE WAR ON DRUGS















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SPEED BY ANY OTHER NAME













And they wonder why crystal meth is so teen-attractive?

“Dr. Michael Anderson, a Georgian pediatrician, considers prescription medicine the next great equalizer. The New York Times reports on the practice of prescribing stimulants to under-performing, low-income students to help them get an edge in schools. Anderson, "one of the more outspoken proponents" of this idea, admits to falsely diagnosing children with attention deficit and hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) in order to prescribe medication—namely the drug Adderall—to treat the 'true' ailment: "poor academic performance in inadequate schools." (Click here for more)

THAT’LL TEACH YOU TO JOIN A PUNK BAND













Although a Moscow City Court suspended the two-year prison sentence on Yekaterina Samutsevich, those on Nadezhda Tolokonnikova and Maria Alyokhina were confirmed and seemingly the two women are to be shipped off to some very unpleasant post-Soviet penal colony. The pressure must be maintained to get them freed and they must not be allowed to become the radical protest flavor of the month and quickly forgotten. 

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HERE’S LOOKING AT YOU KID


Monday, October 08, 2012

SCREW YOU AND THE CORPORATION YOU RODE IN ON















This rip of corporate capitalism by Steven Pearlstein from The Washington Post (really!) is kinda long but worth that space and the effort.

I am a corporate chief executive.
I am a business owner.
I am a private-equity fund manager.
I am the misunderstood superhero of American capitalism, single-handedly creating wealth and prosperity despite all the obstacles put in my way by employees, government and the media. 
I am a job creator and I am entitled.
I am entitled to complain about the economy even when my stock price, my portfolio and my profits are at record levels. 
I am entitled to a healthy and well-educated workforce, a modern and efficient transportation system and protection for my person and property, just as I am entitled to demonize the government workers who provide them. 
I am entitled to complain bitterly about taxes that are always too high, even when they are at record lows. 
I am entitled to a judicial system that efficiently enforces contracts and legal obligations on customers, suppliers and employees but does not afford them the same right in return. 
I am entitled to complain about the poor quality of service provided by government agencies even as I leave my own customers on hold for 35 minutes while repeatedly telling them how important their call is. 
I am entitled to a compensation package that is above average for my company’s size and industry, reflecting the company’s aspirations if not its performance. 
I am entitled to have the company pay for breakfasts and lunches, a luxury car and private jet travel, my country club dues and home security systems, box seats to all major sporting events, a pension equal to my current salary and a full package of insurance — life, health, dental, disability and long-term care — through retirement. 
I am entitled to have my earned income taxed as capital gains and my investment income taxed at the lowest rate anywhere in the world — or not at all. 
I am entitled to inside information and favorable investment opportunities not available to ordinary investors. I am entitled to brag about my investment returns. 
I am entitled to pass on my accumulated wealth tax-free to heirs, who in turn, are entitled to claim that they earned everything they have. 
I am entitled to use unlimited amounts of my own or company funds to buy elections without disclosing such expenditures to shareholders or the public. 
I am entitled to use company funds to burnish my own charitable reputation. 
I am entitled to provide political support to radical, uncompromising politicians and then complain about how dysfunctional Washington has become. 
Although I have no clue how government works, I am entitled to be consulted on public policy by politicians and bureaucrats who have no clue about how business works. 
I am entitled to publicly criticize the president and members of Congress, who are not entitled to criticize me. 
I am entitled to fire any worker who tries to organize a union. I am entitled to break any existing union by moving, or threatening to move, operations to a union-hostile environment. 
I am entitled to a duty of care and loyalty from employees and investors who are owed no such duty in return. 
I am entitled to operate my business free of all government regulations other than those written or approved by my industry. 
I am entitled to load companies up with debt in order to pay myself and investors big dividends — and then blame any bankruptcy on over-compensated workers. 
I am entitled to contracts, subsidies, tax breaks, loans and even bailouts from government, even as I complain about job-killing government budget deficits. 
I am entitled to federal entitlement reform.
I am entitled to take credit for all the jobs I create while ignoring any jobs I destroy. 
I am entitled to claim credit for all the profits made during a booming economy while blaming losses or setbacks on adverse market or economic conditions. 
I am entitled to deny knowledge or responsibility for any controversial decisions made after my departure from the company, even while profiting from such decisions if they enhance shareholder value. 
I am entitled to all the rights and privileges of running an American company, but owe no loyalty to American workers or taxpayers. 
I am entitled to confidential information about my employees and customers while refusing even to list the company’s phone number on its Web site. 
I am entitled to be treated with deference and respect by investors I mislead, customers I bamboozle, directors I manipulate and employees I view as expendable. 
I am entitled to be lionized in the media without answering any questions from reporters. 
I am entitled to the VIP entrance.
I am entitled to everything I have and more that I still deserve.

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The secret words are Enough and Already

CHE SEZ…


I DON’T WANT A PICKLE #1


I DON’T WANT A PICKLE #2


I DON’T WANT A PICKLE #2.5


A PICKLE








The above will probably make little sense to anyone under 60 and maybe few of them, but click here for a hint to enlightenment.

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GRATUITOUS KATE WINSLETT


Sunday, October 07, 2012

SUNDAY BREAKFAST














This is a grilled cheese sandwich. Back when I was a gentleman alcoholic living in New York City I would frequently stroll down to Dave’s Diner on Canal Street – just around the corner from the legendary Mudd Club – for a grilled cheese, and maybe an egg cream (that contained neither egg nor cream.) Dave’s made about the best of both in the city and I found them a great comfort during the Reagan era and also passable hangover relief. I suspect, however, that it will take more than a grilled cheese sandwich – even if I could get a proper one in Brighton – to console me if Obama continues to fuck up and the world is placed in the care of Mitt the Multi-Millionaire Mutant Mormon. I never had much time for Harry Truman, a nasty atom-bomb-dropping little bastard, but, some time around 1950, he made this very apt summation of the Republican Party only, But I fear today it is ten times worse.        

“Republicans approve of the American farmer, but they are willing to help him go broke. They stand four-square for the American home--but not for housing. They are strong for labor--but they are stronger for restricting labor's rights. They favor minimum wage--the smaller the minimum wage the better. They endorse educational opportunity for all--but they won't spend money for teachers or for schools. They think modern medical care and hospitals are fine--for people who can afford them. They consider electrical power a great blessing--but only when the private power companies get their rake-off. They think American standard of living is a fine thing--so long as it doesn't spread to all the people. And they admire of Government of the United States so much that they would like to buy it.”

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The secret word is Worse

MARILYN SEZ…
















“I’ve had my problems with presidents.”

“SOME COPS CAME UP SO WE HAD TO HIDE THE BEER”










Click here for a video that our pal Munz sent over as evidence that rock & roll will never die.


And if you scroll back to the item Bob Sez last Thursday, you’ll find I’ve added twenty minutes of Bob Dylan and Ron Wood in Hyde Park which is damned fab.

THE FROZDICK FAMILY


Ilsa Frozdick had been told it was a Nazi party.

GRATUITOUS MISS PAMELA


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SPACE OPERA


Thursday, October 04, 2012

BIG BROTHER’S NEW TOY





















Our pal Munz sent over this item. If it’s true, we’re screwed. 

“Within the next year or two, the U.S. Department of Homeland Security will instantly know everything about your body, clothes, and luggage with a new laser-based molecular scanner fired from 164 feet (50 meters) away,” reports Gizmodo. “From traces of drugs or gun powder on your clothes to what you had for breakfast to the adrenaline level in your body—agents will be able to get any information they want without even touching you.” The scanners have been developed by the CIA’s technology front group, In-Q-Tel. The company has continually pushed Minority Report style pre-crime technologies and is seemingly obsessed with dominating electrical appliances and turning them into tools for surveillance. The scanners are said to be millions of times faster and more sensitive than the current naked body scanners the TSA uses, and have a much more extensive range. They can potentially be used on anyone and everyone entering an airport, or any public place for that matter, much like the iris scanners in Philip K. Dick’s landmark dystopia.
Subcontractor Genia Photonics boasts that the scanners are also extremely portable and can be moved around easily. Given that the TSA and Homeland security are increasingly moving out of airports and are being seen at bus and train stations, sports events, malls, political events, and even music concerts, it is no giant leap to imagine these things being deployed at such locations. The trickle down effect would inevitably extend to law enforcement. So, next time you read another story about TSA body scanners and think “hey what’s the fuss about”, we can always opt out”, think on. The time to stand up and stop the use of such invasive technologies becoming commonplace is NOW.
  (Click here for the video)

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The secret word is Fucked 

BOB SEZ…


STOP PRESSAdded later

Click here for Bob in Hyde Park. I sure as shit hope they don't take this down. It's excellent.

JONES DUETS














How many of you remember the old Tom Jones TV show circa 1969/71? It always ended with a storming duet and here are two that storm pretty good that have lately showed up on YouTube.

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Big Jim Sullivan – RIP 

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Miami Frozdick aided her gator.