15 Million Bucks Baby!!!! ( spoken in the tone and style of Dick Vitale.)

"15 Million Bucks Baby!!!"

Cut away to some unhip republican newscaster on Fox reading the following:

"The United States dispatched disaster teams Monday and prepared a $15 million aid package to the Asian countries hit by a massive earthquake and tsunamis. Eight Americans were killed, and U.S. officials were seeking to contact hundreds of Americans who remain unaccounted for in the region, Secretary of State Colin Powell said. 'We will do everything we can to immediately help.' "

Cut back to Dick Vitale:

"15 Million Bucks Baybeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"

Cut to my voice inserted illegally into the digital spectrum:

"Why that's almost as much as the cost of one fuckin' smart bomb you assholes dropped on those innocent barefoot Iraqi children."

Cut back to Dick Vitale:

"Watch out Baybeeeeee! Here come the fuckin' Americans to save the world...15 million dollars... It's a slam dunk BAYBEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

Nazis and niggers A past tense future fairytale (with an apology to L. Hughes and A. Huxley)

I too have a vision of America,
A view of its future,
Where only two groups of people exist:
Nazis and niggers.

Don't let that language dismay you...
This is America the greatest country in the world
Where anything can happen,
Where you too can lift yourself out of poverty and join the elite.
Where anyone can become a Nazi with hard work.
Anything is possible in America...

Look at me.
I came to America as a poor stepped-on emigrant.
Now I am a full-blown Nazi.
And no it wasn't easy--
No one gifted me a damn thing,
I had to fight for every dollar,
And clapperclaw for every promotion.
It's a wild ass jungle out there...
And even when I made it to Nazihood,
Even when I got my several houses filled with swank art,
Wintered in the Carribean,
Drove a Jaguar SUV tank to work,
And got to say with a grin or a gloat like Trump: "Your fired!"
Even then,
It wasn't always sunshine and puppy dogs...

Sure,
It's nice to have niggers of every color
Working for me at minimum wage,
Without health care and social security,
And thinking devoutly that their little vote is worth something
In this sham democracy rendered powerless by my special interests.

Sure,
It's fun watching my rainbow troop of niggers,
Marching off on the one hand
To Iraq and Syria and Iran...
And on the other hand...
Trooping to their various churches every Sunday:
Both groups worshiping and warring for the baby Nazi-Jesus.

And sure,
It's sweet the way my ministers have a knack,
For knocking their parishoners over the head
With properly parsed truths,
That obfuscate and bloviate reality.

Sure,
This power over one's niggers is nice,
The sense of control delightful...
But...
Don't ever assume that life for me,
Even as a junior Nazi,
Was ever a crystal stair.
When I first joined the Nazi country clubs,
Moved into the Nazi neighborhoods...
I had to prove myself all over again.

I was a new Nazi,
Of slightly different surname, hair, and skin tone...
And I was snubbed,
And my kids were snubbed,
At all the best Nazi schools.
We had to battle for acceptance and positions all over again.

It took a lot of hard work.
But this is a great country,
And anything is possible in America.

My family is pure Nazi now.
We are fully integrated.
My children's children are now guaranteed positions at the finest schools.
We too can now graduate without fear
Of having to earn grades beyond a Gentleman's C.

Now we too are now guaranteed positions in Board Rooms
Across the global corporate landscape.
Filling fine upholstered chairs...
Our once-upon-a-time, acned emigrant faces reflecting off,
Overly polished walnut tables.

My kids have learned to tap their school rings:
Harvard and Yale
On those tables,
Just like all the Nazis who came before us did,
To show their God-earned right to control and lead
the Beta-plus servants and gamma-minus niggers.

You see...
Privilege is as privilege does.
And when you got privilege...
That's how you know you've finally made the purest Nazi-grade.

So boy, don't you turn back now.
Don't you set down on the steps
Because you finds niggerhood is kind of hard.
This is a great country,
And anything is possible.
You too can climb out of bondage...
So don't you fall now on your path to Nazi-ness...
For my family is still a going-on,
Reaching new Board Rooms,
Controlling and ordering and tapping our college rings...
And life for us ain't been no crystal stair.

Kill12

Aldous Huxley got it right.

Before I begin my post let's run a quote from the maestro's Ape and Essense:

"The Arch Vicar steps forward and stands in the center of the opening, touching the gilded horns of his tiara. From the musicians on the steps of the High Altar comes a shrill screeching of thighbone recorders. The noises of the crowd die away into a silence that is only occasionally punctuated by the bestial utterance of some joy or anguish too savagely violent to be repressed. Antiphonally, the priests begin to chant.

Semichorus I

This is the time,

Semichorus II

For Belial is merciless,

Semichorus I

Time for Time's ending.

Semichorus II

In the chaos of lust.

Semichorus I

This is the time,

Semichorus II

For Belial is in your blood,

Semichorus I

Time for the birth in you

Semichorus II

Of the Others, the Aliens,

Semichorus I

Of Itch, Of tetter,

Semichorus II

Of tumid Worm.

Semichorus I

This is the time,

Semichorus II

For Belial hates you,

Semichorus I

Time for the Soul's death,

Semichorus II

For the Person to perish,

Semichorus I

Sentenced by craving,

Semichorus II

And pleasure is the hangman..."




The rise of the American brute:

We are devolving into a nation powered by thuggery.

We love to kill.
We feast on violence.
We are becoming as vengeful as Israelis
As full of hate as Palestinians...

Kill. Kill. Kill.

You want to know why Bush-thug won?
Because the average American is an uneducated thug.
No.
Check that.
The average American is educated...
But not schooled in the classics of books, music, or art...
But rather...
Is intellectually pummeled by video violence from infancy.
Never mind what you eat,
You are what you watch.
So that... the only recourse, is the main course,
Which of course means,
you are bred and fed and unread
to be a brute.
And...
Thugs vote for thugs.
And brutes for brutes.
That's why we have a president with the wisdom of a gangsta.
Because we are a people with the wisdom of gangsters.

"A jury decided Monday that Scott Peterson should be executed for murdering his pregnant wife, Laci, whose Christmas Eve disappearance two years ago was the opening act in a legal drama that captivated the nation. Cheers went up outside the courtroom as the jury announced its decision after 11 1/2 hours of deliberations over three days."

Let's all get together, hold hands, and pray a Christian cheer to Belial for "murder by the state."

Murder by the state!
Murder by the state!
Murder by the state!

Kill the muthafucker...
Fuck yeah....
Kill Him! Kill Him! Kill Him!
Sting him up!
Hang 'em high!

Praise the Lord Jesus and this Christian Nation.
Kill the mutherfucker... KILL HIM!!

Everyone...
Blow your thighbone recorders...
Blow them hard and loud...
Why I bet... even our President would just love to throw the circuit,
That breaks this boy's neck in a splurge of alternating current.

Thus smiled a jury of peers...

Loud laughter at the play pretend Nazi...

Look at the war criminal dressed up in his just-made Supreme Commander Nazi-like jacket.

Not even Ike paraded himself about in such grand military style.

I'd like to tell you I am irate about his nazi jacket, or maybe frightened by its implications...but quite frankly, I am just rolling on the floor in a full-on belly-laugh.

It's like watching Woody Allen imitating Zelig imitating Hitler...

Canada? Well... one can always overwinter in Cuba(Now there's an idea.)

Let's begin our trip to Canada by first visiting Florida.

No, not the republican southern state that is sick to its marrow with Bush, but rather--

Richard Florida the author of The Rise of the Creative Class.

If you haven't heard this man speak you are in for an incredible experience. The guy is brilliant: pure, pointed, and profound. Here is a link to 42 audio minutes of him.
Give it a listen. You will be glad you did.

Would that we had one single politician in this country with 50% of his articulation skills, 10% of his ideas, and 3% of his morality.

But... we are a desert of pork republicans here: undereducated and overfed.
And while I might enjoy sticking around to watch the swine drown in their sea of debt-- I am throwing a good hard look to the north.

Why should the path north lead through Florida?

Because Richard Florida is the creator of the gay index, and the gay index is an indicator of where the creative class (and thus economic growth) is most vibrant.

Here is Simon Smith waxing truthfully on the index:

Florida—creator of the Gay Index, showing that cities most tolerant of homosexuality have the most high-tech industries—has created a "Global Creative-Class Index" to measure creative capital. The US doesn't even rank in the top 10 for the percentage of workers in creative jobs. At number 11, it is now, says Florida, on the verge of losing the competitive edge of creativity.

So what's does the republican gutting of America have to do with the road north?

Because this week Canada's Supreme Court ruled that the government's plans to allow same-sex marriage are, in fact, constitutional.

Here is another take on the whole thing from the Prince Edward Island Guardian:

"Following the ruling, Prime Minister Paul Martin said his government will move early in 2005 to legalize gay marriage across Canada now that the top court has endorsed a draft bill that will revolutionize marriage.
Seven provinces or territories already allow same-sex marriage, including Ontario, British Columbia, Quebec, Manitoba, Nova Scotia, Saskatchewan and the Yukon."

So Canada is starting to look like a happening place. I like its creativity. I like its morality. If it was south instead of north of us... I'd have said adios already.

Here's a gorgeous thought: get a little cabin on the coast of Lake Erie, and a small catamaran for the summer, and then winter in Cuba for the three coldest months of the year.

Very enticing.

Very.

Rumsferatu

I see Rumsferatu is making news again:

Rumsfeld Sees U.S. Troops Leaving Iraq Within 4 Years

In the above article the vampire actually is heard to hiss:

Mr. Rumsfeld said the insurgents cannot defeat American forces militarily. "All they can do is try to outlast," he said.

That's quite a brilliant piece of intellectual work.
Obviously, the ugly ghoul is only morally dead--not brain dead.

At any rate... tis the season to count one's blessings.
So what the hell. Allow me to count my main blessing:

Thank fucking god I am not doing nigger work in Iraq for the three evil white stooges.

Or to put it another way:

Mr. President, Mr Vice President, Mr. Secretary... I am not your nigger. Not today. Not four years from today. I won't serve you now or ever... You vile bastards can lick my ass crack before I--or any of my family members--will EVER go to Iraq. WE ARE SUPERIOR PEOPLE AROUND HERE. We don't fight YOUR wars, rather you fight OUR WARS. In other words Mr. President, Mr Vice President, Mr. Secretary--you are MY niggers. And right now I am pretty disgusted with your slack-ass behavior. So here is a direct order: I want you to be good niggers and take your hairy white asses to Iraq and make the country safe for democracy. Hurry up you muthafuckers... 'for I whip your lazy, unpatriotic, white asses... Hurry and go make that country safe for truth, justice, and the American way.

(Damn uppity white niggas... you really gots to whip them straight now and then.)