I’m not a pinball wizard, nor am I a computer whiz. Why the h? Isn’t whiz short for wizard, or does it describe the sound of something moving very quickly, past your head, over your head into nothingness, into ignorance, or into infinte wisdom?; whizdom. I wish again that I had taken Latin, so I could get to the bottom of these roots, so that I could watch The Davinci Code with knowing sighs, “Ah…Ofcourse,” I would utter, as Amelie and Tom Hanks fostered another step down the path to ultimate religious-masonic enlightenment. I haven’t seen the Davinci code, I studied the French language for many years, and when in France can speak it urgently, at great volume, with rather Itallian hand gestures. It takes me 5 minutes to alert a hostess that “I’d like a reservation for three, outside in half an hour. I see there’s a table out there that’s free…we could sit down now to wait for our missing dinner mate, if that would make things easier. Do you have a vegetarian menu?” My mind clogs up, but I can still get it done in French. However I don’t know how to put a link on this site for Jon Ruf’s blog. I’d like to help my good friend Jon by sending him some traffic, go look at his video’s and drunken poetry at www.jonruf.wordpress.com. He’d appreciate it. the link you see to the left of this paragraph is to his Dreaded Myspace page, also worth a look. The two are strangely similar in content but he’s promised to bolster his blog with new stuff.
Remember the guy from Network who said “I’m mad as hell and I’m not gonna take it anymore!”? He was at a breaking point, as far as the network was concerned, and they meant to let him go. But what they found was that New Yorkers, and other apartment bearers everywhere, were leaning their heads out the fucking windows of their fucking apartments and yelling “I’m mad as hell and I’m not gonna take it anymore!” The anchor’s frustration was mirrored by the network’s audience. Viewers identified with his rage. The ills of the world had accumulated to the point that everyone was mad as hell and nobody could take it anymore. How could the network fire him? Ratings spiked, the show was hot, they left him on; to a point. The point at which his act overwhelmed the news, it overwhelmed the content, it became more important than the ills. Why does it have to be this way? Why, when you howl in frustration does everyone get so absorbed by the howl that they forget the meaning behind it. IT IS NOT COOL TO SPEAK UP, IT IS NOT SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE TO RAISE YOUR VOICE TO A PURPOSE. And not only isn’t it socially acceptable, it’s illegal. If you protest or speak out in any way in or near a place where government business is done, for that matter anywhere where someone might hear you, the plug is pulled. The “authorities” command you to leave, and if you don’t leave, if you DON’T SHUT UP, they hurt you, they beat you, they humiliate you, they break your ankle, they taze you. If you get together with your friends in the park and start whoopin’ it up about health care or the war, the police surround you, they control you, and if it gets frenzied, if it gets intense, if people really start digging down and howling, people get arrested, people get hurt; and this is okay. Rev Yearwood wore an anti-war pin to Petraus’ testimony. Guards wouldn’t let him in. They stopped him. and when he stepped up to them, they humiliated him, eight officers fell on him, eight armed officers fell on him, they got him to the ground. He broke his ankle in the melee. College student in Florida asks John Kerry some tough questions in a room full of students, they cut him off. When he struggles he’s “ta” by police. The other students are silenced, they don’t want to be involved. Is the kid a spaz? Does he have cooties? Is he armed woth a “tazer” to defend himself? We keep cooling our jets, trying to make as little noise as possible while our government represses us on every level. Free Speech? Sure, as long as it’s a mile away from government buildings where the press can ignore it; it’s not “in the shot”, where baby bush’s virgin ears can’t hear it, it’s o.k., sure, it’s covered in the bill of rights. We citizens have lost control of our country, when we do speak out, the media bends our words, they make our news safe. When 80 thousand show up at a demonstration, they’re described as “several thousand”, when it’s 300 thousand, the media’s estimate is 100. How can it all be crooked? How can it all be corrupt? Are you mad? Cause I sure as hell am, and I’m not gonna take it anymore. And neither should you.
well another batch of ebola has hit the congo my friend, thats the one that makes you bleed from all the holes on your body including the eye sockets,another day to be grateful to live in the west ,safe ish from shit like that until one of the cunts bleeding from his or her eyes crawls into the landing gear of a jumbo jet on its way to amsterdam, blood dripping all the way over all those countries, germany ,italy , spain france dripping into rivers and reseroirs feeding water to europe spreading ebola like crazy,live in the moment geoff, you never know whats gonna happen a bus might twat ye when ye not looking,just a thought to ponder on mate. have a lovely day and if you are looking up at planes all day for blood drips try not to get any in ye eye and dont forget that fuckin bus. cheers bloke. -Stephen Jones
Stuart cleaned his mental scrubbrush and scoured his mind with it; not just the counter tops but the dirty floor, the dusty corners. He moved the furniture and got down on his hands and knees. He found a quarter and three dimes, which he put in his pocket. He smelled sunlight. He saw the dust and imagined that he was seeing moelcules, the little things that make the big things. He heard an airplane far away. As it got closer he fancied what he would do when it crashed into the side of his head.
Somewhere between eighth grade divorce and unicorn foreskin he came to his senses. Eighth grade divorce. N othin’ much made sense anymore. Every thing was dinitellly confused. It woudl never be the luke warm cold side shower before thhhird grade again. When it just fell goood to experience the flight of different temperatures in your muscless, Dandermoore Gerkinshteil and the fractitude know it all. He attended the study group. Only three people from honuras came. He didn’t know them. But he got it. He understood the universees infancy, it’s desperation. Is man humble? Because if it is, the nayonce is cogent. Only ageents of mischief can fuss it all up. Nascent challlengers lead to romansense. Zach Braff and his misguided school buses still offend. Market Street is full of aantiques. Chock full. This is one of 40 billion keyboards that sticks. Plentitude,
