Saturday, January 07, 2006


For many years, we’ve been able to count on wingnut Lyndon Larouche
as a guaranteed bundle of laffs, but now he seems in the process of being coopted by the religious right, the fun can really start...

"The counterculture is a conspiracy at the top, created as a method of social control, used to drain the United States of its commitment to scientific and technological progress. That conspiracy goes back to the 1930s, when the British sent Aldous Huxley to the United States as the case officer for an operation to prepare the United States for the mass dissemination of drugs. We will take this conspiracy apart step-by-step from its small beginnings with Huxley in California to the victimization of 15 million Americans today. With 'The Aquarian Conspiracy', the British Opium War against the United States has come out into the open."
For much, much, more...

HCB sends us a brand new German theory that it was Fidel who whacked JFK. (When we all know it was CIA, Hoover, the Military Industrial Complex and the Mob.),1518,393540,00.html

While some girl draws our attention to the fact that there’s maybe something amiss with Elmo.

Doug the Bass sends over an essay by Howard Zinn, who is simply one of the best minds of any generation.


The secret word is Cute
Much fine posting awaits, but it'll have to await awhile longer tomorrow because I'm obsessively playing Gimp Roulette. (see Thursday)

Friday, January 06, 2006

HEALTH NOTES (Don’t Laugh)
Your uncle Pete Townshend is worried about all you iPod cats with phones in your ears winding up deaf as posts. I also wonder about all those cars that drive by pulsing with bass overload. Pete seems to think that it was headphones in the studio that destroyed his hearing – not the stage-wall of Hi-Watt 4x12s – and I tend to agree with him. My own hearing ain’t what it used to be, and after a few hours under headphones, my ears feel a little odd.

"Guitarist Pete Townshend has warned iPod users that they could end up with hearing problems as bad as his own if they don't turn down the volume of the music they are listening to on earphones. Townshend, 60, guitarist in the 60s band The Who, said his hearing was irreversibly damaged by years of using studio headphones and that he now is forced to take 36-hour breaks between recording sessions to allow his ears to recover. "I have unwittingly helped to invent and refine a type of music that makes its principal components deaf," he said on his Web site. "Hearing loss is a terrible thing because it cannot be repaired. If you use an iPod or anything like it, or your child uses one, you MAY be OK ... But my intuition tells me there is terrible trouble ahead." Referring to the increasingly popular practice of downloading music from the Internet, Townshend said: "The downside may be that on our computers – for privacy, for respect to family and co-workers, and for convenience – we use earphones at almost every stage of interaction with sound." The Who rock group was famous for its earsplitting live performances, but Townshend said his problem was caused by using earphones in the recording studio."

Pete’s blog –

This service might out a whole new spin on exercise...

The secret word is Vibrate

Our motto – We Serve The Sick

Thursday, January 05, 2006

I was planing only to post a quick link to my scarey cover story in the new LA CityBeat...

But than gilfane sent over...


You gotta see this. And persevere. It’s not a proof-of-stupidity game.

The secret word is Click

(The email is still

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

I have nothing to say about what still goes on in the US mining industry that Woody didn’t say a whole lot better sixty years ago...

It was early springtime when the strike was on,
They drove us miners out of doors,
Out from the houses that the Company owned,
We moved into tents up at old Ludlow.

I was worried bad about my children,
Soldiers guarding the railroad bridge,
Every once in a while a bullet would fly,
Kick up gravel under my feet.

We were so afraid you would kill our children,
We dug us a cave that was seven foot deep,
Carried our young ones and pregnant women
Down inside the cave to sleep.

That very night your soldiers waited,
Until all us miners were asleep,
You snuck around our little tent town,
Soaked our tents with your kerosene.

You struck a match and in the blaze that started,
You pulled the triggers of your Gatling guns,
I made a run for the children but the fire wall stopped me.
Thirteen children died from your guns.

I carried my blanket to a wire fence corner,
Watched the fire till the blaze died down,
I helped some people drag their belongings,
While your bullets killed us all around.

I never will forget the look on the faces
Of the men and women that awful day,
When we stood around to preach their funerals,
And lay the corpses of the dead away.

We told the Colorado Governor to call the President,
Tell him to call off his National Guard,
But the National Guard belonged to the Governor,
So he didn't try so very hard.

Our women from Trinidad they hauled some potatoes,
Up to Walsenburg in a little cart,
They sold their potatoes and brought some guns back,
And they put a gun in every hand.

The state soldiers jumped us in a wire fence corners,
They did not know we had these guns,
And the Red-neck Miners mowed down these troopers,
You should have seen those poor boys run.

We took some cement and walled that cave up,
Where you killed these thirteen children inside,
I said, "God bless the Mine Workers' Union,"
And then I hung my head and cried.

Woody Guthrie – The Ludlow Massacre

For background...

The secret word is Organize

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

The post-Solstice miasma that seemed to grip the entire planet this merry morn was considerably brightened by the news that key Washington lobbyist and GOP influence peddler Jack Abramoff has cut a plea deal and is poised to plead guilty to charges of tax evasion, fraud and corruption, and is presumably rolling over on all his Republican chums and the whole stinking and gangrenous house of cards will collapse of its own corruption. (Well, I can hope.) For more of the gory details and particularly the role of one Emily Miller in all this, another outta-control right-wing fuhrette, try Wonkette...

The secret word is Glee

Monday, January 02, 2006


The secret word is Woof!

Sunday, January 01, 2006

2006 OKAY?
Keep watching the skies
Keep watching the assholes
(you know the ones)
And may it be totally splendid for all of us.