Thursday, October 18, 2012
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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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
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 . . .’
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
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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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 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 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 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
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.
Or
click here for Marlon and Marvin going at it.
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
“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.
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)
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 PRESS – Added 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.
Click here for Jones and Joplin
Wednesday, October 03, 2012
TODD AKIN IS ONE MORE FOOL WHO MUST BE STOPPED
Missouri Senate candidate Todd Akin made a rancid asshole of
himself in August when he justified his opposition to abortion by claiming that
victims of "legitimate rape” rarely get pregnant because "the female
body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down." But this is not the
first time the Republican congressman's made rabid fool of himself on the subject
of abortion.
"It is no big surprise that
we fight the terrorists because they are fundamentally un-American, and yet we
have terrorists in our own culture called abortionists. One of the good pieces
of news why we are winning this war is because there are not enough heartless
doctors being graduated from medical schools. There is a real shortage of
abortionists. Who wants to be at the very bottom of the food chain of medical
profession? And what sort of places do these bottom-of-the-food-chain doctors
work in? Places that are really a pit. You find that along with the culture of
death go all kinds of other law-breaking: not following good sanitary
procedure, giving abortions to women who are not actually pregnant, cheating on
taxes, all these kinds of things, misuse of anesthetics so that people die or
almost die."
The secret word is Incredible
Monday, October 01, 2012
MEMO FROM MAO
“A revolution is not a dinner
party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery. It
cannot be so refined, so leisurely and gentle, so temperate, kind, courteous,
restrained and magnanimous. A revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence by
which one class overthrows another. Every Communist must grasp the truth:
Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.”
The secret word is Rise
(This post and the one below have an unholy connection.)
MEMO FROM MANSON
This is supposedly a recent note from Charlie Manson to
Marilyn Manson. Our pals at Dangerous Minds claim it's genuine, but plainly hard
to understand if you don’t speak Manson. It reads…
“To Marilyn Manson –
It’s taken me a long time to get there from where I could
touch M. Manson. Now I got a card to play – you may look into my
non-profit, ATWA, and give Manson what you think he’s got coming for Air,
Trees, Water, and you. Or I will pay Manson what you think Manson got coming –
the music has make Manson into Abraxas Devil, and I’m SURE you would want some
of what I got from what I got. It’s a far out balance. Beyond good
and bad, right, wrong. What you don’t do is what I will do – what you did
a sing-along, and let it roll and said how you saved me a lot of steps – I
don’t need, it’s not a need or a want. Couped – coup. Ghost dancers
slay together and you’re just in my grave Sunstroker Corona-coronas-coronae –
you seen me from under with it all standing on me. That’s 2 dump trucks –
doing the same as CMF 000007
Charles Manson”
COLT UNDER WATER
Andrew Tuohy of Vuurwapen Blog captured this high speed shot
of a .45 caliber M1911 handgun (one of my favorite pistols) being fired
underwater. Did he have to modify it to fire underwater? "Nope," he
writes. John Moses Browning knew what he was doing when he invented that Mike Hammer heater.
Click here for Marty Robbins
Click here for the Dead
Wikipedia Note…
Plotting the hints from Marty Robbins’ “El Paso” trilogy of
songs, one can determine approximately where to find Rosa’s Cantina. At a
juncture about 1.6 miles (2.6 km) NNW of where Texas, Chihuahua, and New
Mexico converge, at the bottom of a hill, with a back door from which the
narrator can run, there is an actual neighborhood bar called Rosa's Cantina (3454
Doniphan Drive, El Paso TX 79922-1644 (915) 833-0402)
Its ambience lends itself to the lyrics of the three songs.
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Sunday, September 30, 2012
SUNDAY BREAKFAST
Got up, got out of bed, went to the drawer and took my meds.
As always I wished that I could have a smoke, but I can’t do that any more.
What a drag it is getting old. What drugs one takes getting old. What would
Elvis have done? But thank heavens for the NHS – in the USA I’d be dead. So I
can’t complain and I cope. Refuse to mope, although processes are slowing. But
I hope. It’s been hard to do all that was expected of me, write a new thread of
demented fiction, write a review of Bob’s Tempest, write a bit of a song, and
keep up the Doc40 posts. Oh yes my friends, I write. I write so I’m still in
the vanguard of the charge but sometimes I must slow to a canter and catch my
breath. Last week for example, I missed the chance to comment on Mitt Romney’s
problem with the airplane window not opening. Damn! I cursed. Maybe it’s my
overwhelming ego claiming that the world can’t get along with me, but, on the
other hand, why should I give it the luxury?
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The secret word is Medicine
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