A tisket, a tasket, a green and yellow basket. Step back and hear the cackle, the wavering falsetto of what we all wish we could be. The shadows of night hold our truths more so than any other time or place. If you can’t sleep with yourself don’t even bother saying hello to anyone else.

The flood waters rise. The basements sink and we are left looking for lifeboats. How the hell do you think Noah felt? I read somewhere that Noah had a lot of personal problems and vices. It was only when his true face was donned that the epiphany and change and save could happen. We’re all going to die some day. I hope I don’t drown.

The New York Times lies through it’s teeth daily and takes us down paths of unfruitful and damaging dirt that kicks up us we skip. I am waiting for them to break the Matrix story or the story that Scientology is true. Some big existential web woven around the spider’s prey. Are they really doing good by us or are they just trying to save their own ass’?

I didn’t want to write today. Not even Andrea Yates’ re-trial inspired me enough to truly overcome the thoughts of neglect.

Brad Pitt is now considered one of the greatest things to have ever happened to America.

American Idol will always mean more to us now.

Desperate Housewives have become a show that highlights what it perpetuates and will never go back from whence it came.

The more gory, the more gruesome, become the most mundane.

I find more humor these days in what I remember Sesame Street to be rather than what children can learn from it now. We have whole channels dedicated to being visual screen mommies. Why? Because it is easier or because we have failed as a society?

One big red F.

When honesty meant something was a day long before ANY of us were alive. Gone is a flame of what we won’t ever get back as a predominant majority back bone. Honesty may mean something to some of us but the majority love to lie away with all of their excuses. It’s not real, no one will know, it’s easier to tell a fib or a “white” lie. Remember the old saying: the truth hurts? It does for a reason but does not all of the time. We took that adage a bit too far I think.

I portray myself as who I am. I use my real name. Those are real pictures of me. I speak real words. I do not agitate for agitation’s sake. I gave up on being a truth bender when I grew up and became a man. If you were to run into me out on the street and ask me how I was doing, and I was not doing well, I would respond by saying, “Horrible. Thank you for asking. How are you?” This is normally followed by a “what-the-fuck” face. I would ask if you were really looking for an answer and if you respect the truth. I don’t even believe remotely in falsehoods for civility as I find it to be an oxy moron.

Old Warren is helping out Billy and Melinda and good for him. It is nice to see people giving a shit. Billy boy says that he plans on curing the top 20 diseases in the World before he dies. That is very ambitious. I wish him luck. I hope none of his cures involve killing or hurting a “lesser” species in order to save our asses or he will be shit out of luck. We could have wiped out Malaria if we had worried less about the mosquitoes and used a bit more DDT. Cest la vie.

I am really looking forward to my computer free “vacation“. The break is really going to do me some good. It is to the point that I don’t even have the patience to sit here for all of the hours that I do. I find enjoyment writing and reading other’s blogs and commenting on them but I am tired of the middle school aspects of some of the socialization here. I find it reminiscent at times of Survivor - yet another fine contribution to the homogenization of lying in our culture.

How can most people sleep with themselves? Do they toss and turn and sweat? Nope all of the liars sleep like babies. Lies and dreams and TV and movies are all make believe and warped reflections and refractions of what we are supposed to be living: an honest life.

Ok, I am naïve? I am stupid? I am not living in the real world? I’ll take it. If this is the real world, this world of lies and malicious self survival clawing of how to screw everyone else and get what you can while you can, I want no fucking part of it.

I am much more content to sit in the dark. Sitting alone with the blinds drawn. My AC pumping through the darkness. I know who I am. I am too nice. I am too passionate. I am too honest.

I’ll stay here and write but I am really looking forward to my break.

Have fun lying while I am gone …

Funny how this world can trap itself within it’s own demise. We piddle and paddle over the fine points, hoping that the “others” will concede. When was the last time any of us did something for our fellow man without the conceit of investment return? I don’t mean the government or welfare or education or donations or the gristle cutting from the steak served just rare enough. I mean really, REALLY, doing something for people we see and people we know.

We all have our prejudices and our attempts at out pouring. All of our wallets vary. I don’t need an insurance commercial to tell me that I should be cool and help out my fellow man.

The concept of giving and helping as been so abused within this last century that almost none of us actually can take a bite from that hoagie. Can you remember the last time you smiled at a stranger and not walked by, head down in a grimace, with fists a clenched in defense?

It is easier to laugh and poke fun and thank our “lucky stars” that we are not one of those people walking around with a cowlick and their fly down. Kindness and good spirit can transcend all party lines and all cultures and societies if we allow our ingrained rubbish to be burned at the incinerator and not think it will destroy the world because of CO2. We all carry around too much rubbish.

I am not walking, skipping, traipsing, jogging, or running down any path that is not already part of who I am. I am not changing my affiliation. I am not going to go and rally for welfare. I am playing hopscotch with the soul of man. Chalk out the boxes mama and let me skip the stone.

“Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb, you know better but I know him. Like I told you, what I said, Steal your face right off your head.” Did the Dead know me better than anyone else? Could the infection of the Dead with all of their grateful servitude to humanity’s pauses actually play a role in what is going down? I am the rat. I won’t let the deal go down. Notice the Dead never, ever grazed in the proverbial green grass pastures of politics. Frank, yes. Jerry and the boys, no.

As I jot down this little scribed ditty of caring’s banter, a little black spider crawled upon my desk. I hold the power of Caesar in my hand. Thumb’s up? Thumb’s down? I’ll keep it in the middle till the end and see where the little black guy goes. He ain’t killin’ me or my ashtray.

Let’s examine a few Deadheads beyond my favorite three Deadheads ( 610 Jones, James, and Tim).

Any basketball fan will remember the heyday of the Boston Celtics and Bill Walton’s dedication to the shows as well as his own personal trip to the Mecca: the Egypt Shows, where the Dead played the pyramids. We can also jam our way through the cortex of sports and find ex-New England Patriot coach and current Trojan’s coach Pete Carroll. He is more than a fan of the Dead. We can also chalk up PGA player Brian Bateman. All loving the Dead. Think back to the sway of Walton’s afro. One of the last great basketball players before the game went to shit. I hope he is still seeing shows in between calling games.

On the fabulous left we find many, many heads but the most notable in politics today would be Patrick Leahy. Yes, a head in and out and I’m quite sure he gives a bit too. This leads me to the other side of politics that has lathered up and buttered the brain to a few Dead shows in the past.

Recently (June 5^th, 2006) Time Magazine ran a little byte in the Notebook section called “These Songs Rock Their Worlds”. They took a peak into the sets and play lists of Condoleeza Rice, Madeleine Albright, Warren Christopher, James Baker III, and George Schultz and sadly to say none of them had the Dead listed. Condi, however, did have “Rocket Man” and “Sunshine of Your Love” listed as two of her favorites. Over to the conservative Deadhead side of the fence: breathe deep Darth Vader: CONSERVATIVE DEADHEADS! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

Among the mental floss liberators are such hated and vile names as: Ann Coulter, Tucker Carlson, and Deroy Murdoch (of National Review fame). Can you just imagine Tucker’s bow tie spinning around to “China Cat“? Or Ann chomping on her Nicorette during a lightening rendition of “Big Boss Man”? Seems a bit scary doesn’t it? To me it does not. These are real people with real feelings that have grasped the world by all of it’s straws and hoped that Jack did not pop up or cut his buddy down.

The quotes come from an article called "Jerry Garcia's Conservative Children" published on Real Clear Politics by John Avlon.

Two good points made in this article were from Tucker Carlson and Deroy Murdoch:

Tucker said that Jerry Garcia seemed to be standing tall and saying, “’We’re just musicians. We’re not here to tell you what to do or how to think’ He was totally opposed to lectures - giving them or receiving them. He was the opposite of the self-righteous liberals who ran the schools I went to.”

Murdoch contributed with, “My two favorite definitions of libertarianism come from P.J. O’Rourke and Jerry Garcia. As P.J. put it, ‘Make a right at taxes. Make a left at sex. And straight ahead is paradise.’ When Garcia was asked how Deadheads should behave at the band’s concerts, he said, ‘Do what you want, man. Just don’t stand on anybody’s head.’ This just happens to parallel the Golden Rule, ‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.’”

Does any of this make sense? Are you able to apply it? Can you comprehend the words that I am telling you?

Some of you may hate the current and recent affection that I have found to sharing song lyrics with you in order to stress my points and show you what can be found between the lines of the lines we all have been reading, and some of us snorting. Tsk, tsk! But here are two that you would enjoy regardless of the lines drawn between class, religion, culture, or politics.

PLEASE READ THESE WITH NO PREJUDICE AND APPLY THEM:

**~~**

“The Greatest Story Ever Told”

Moses come ridin' up on a quasar
His spurs were jingling, the door was ajar
His buckle was silver, his manner was bold
And I asked him to come in out of the cold.
His brain was boiling, his reason was spent
Nothing is borrowed, nothing is lent
I asked him for mercy, He gave he gave me a gun.
Now and again these things just got to be done.
Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence
You'd get right to work if you had any sense
You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench.
Gideon come up with his eyes on the floor
Said "You ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door."
Moses stood up a full six foot ten
Said "You can't close the door when the wall's caved in."
Ask him for water, he poured me some wine
We finished the bottle and broke into mine.
You get what you come for, ya ready to go
Well, it's one in ten thousand that come for the show.
Abraham and Isaac diggin' on a well
Mama came quick with the water witch spell
Well cool clear water well you can't ever tell.
Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence
You'd get right to work if you had any sense
You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench.

~~~*** And the other tune of prophecy in tonight’s Friday of freedom:

“He’s Gone”

Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb, you know better but I know him.
Like I told you, what I said, Steal your face right off your head.
Now he's gone, now he's gone, Lord he's gone, he's gone.
Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track
He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.
Nine mile skid on a ten mile ride, hot as a pistol but cool inside.
Cat on a tin roof, dogs in a pile,
Nothin' left to do but smile, smile, smile!!!!
Now he's gone, now he's gone Lord he's gone, he's gone.
Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track
He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.
Goin' where the wind don't blow so strange,
Maybe off on some high cold mountain chain.
Lost one round but the price wasn't anything,
A knife in the back and more of the same.
Same old, rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb,
You know better but I know him.
Like I told you, what I said,
Steal your face right off your head.
Now he's gone, now he's gone Lord he's gone, he's gone.
Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track
He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.
Ooh, nothin's gonna bring him back.

**~~**

Can you taste and chomp on all of that? Probably not.

You are all thinking about how ridiculous it all is. The points made, the Dead references, the time spent and wasted writing about something so silly and detached from all of us. Shame on you. And they say I judge!?!?!

I bet the people that are reading this and denouncing my legitimacy based on a counter culture band reference and the “lack of significance” did not read the lyrics or just skimmed and did not think. Go back and read you silly ass skeptics and really digest what is up there on the page. You will never see the world or the light if you can not apply these two sets of lyrics to now, you, me, and how we all spiritually fit into reality with the verve and vigor that we all seem to want to.

I wish I had the time and effort to pour into the infamous Ventura shows in the early ‘80’s, with all of the looney bin non sense and mayhem.

I wish I could donate and designate a whole piece to Owsley Stanley and his wall of sound and technical contributions not just the LSD making that Zappa found so joyful to poke fun at.

To dedicate a whole piece to how Phil Lesh, the bass player of the band, was one of the original pioneer’s of electronica back in the early 60’s.

How Ron “Pigpen” McKernon dies at 28 of cirrhosis. Sir Osis of Liver. Ahhh, Such royalty.

How Donna Godcheaux used to sing back up for Elvis and got a bum rap as the screaming banshee for the Dead because she didn’t have a stage monitor.

The story of how people would visit Jerry when he was doing lots of heroin in the late ‘80’s and eating pint after pint of Ben and Jerry’s and not showering. People would come in and say that he stunk and that he needed to shower. He would scoff at them and tell them to use more cologne so they couldn’t smell him.

I could get into David Grisman.

I want to revel in the stories of “Capt’n Neal at the wheel” and their run in’s with all of the beats - Ginsburg, Burroughs, Kesey, Kerouac, Wavy Gravy - and their adventures on their naked lands of lust and lewd love and loquacious longevity that always has cursed them and danced between the inevitable and unexpected.

The keyboard curse.

Jerry’s days playing with his own band and also with Bill Monroe.

New Rider’s of the Purple Sage.

Song’s written with John Phillips.

Rat Dog.

Bless them all and I hope Jerry looks down with his wreath of roses, hair flamed out like in the ‘70’s and laughing with Pigpen and Keith, hoping that they could all rock out “Bertha” one more time.

It isn’t about peace and hippies and drugs and lack of bathing. It is about love, hope, and a time that is long before even the Dead … The Grateful Dead.

The definition from Germanic lore is as such:

“The motif of a cycle of folk tales which begins with the hero’s coming upon a group of people ill-treating or refusing to bury the corpse of a man who had died without paying his debts. He gives his last penny, either to pay a man’s debts or to give him a decent burial. Within a few hours he meets with a traveling companion who aids him in some impossible task, gets him a fortune, saves his life, etc. The story ends with the companion’s disclosing himself as the man whose corpse the other had befriended.”

The little black spider is gone and better off for the traffic and ease of travel. A pardon has been had by all eight of his legs.

It is about being cool and the stories held within.

“Try to see what’s goin’ down. Try to read between the lines” …

Until Monday, be happy that it is Friday …

Pass the island of the Sirens doing the backstroke. Paddle fast and keep those ear canals in the salty brine. A cool breeze dances upon your wet chest as the waves lap up past your chin. Another day in a long lost Greek tale? Nope another hump day here in the fiery Orange County as the breeze has finally begun to blow and the trees pretend to dance in the breeze they wish was stronger.

Children beneath my window yell and scream and play games that I have long put in the cerebral filing cabinet. Run this way. Scurry in that direction. Run kiddos run. If you keep screaming I will become the angry creepy guy who sits lonely behind the curtain darkly grumbling to “keep it down”. Too much noise all while there is not enough. The grays have splattered my beard and the hairline. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

There is a decent amount that has made news since Monday that would cause me to type on and on and on and on. I’ll try to take it a nibble at a time in hopes that I do not choke.

The House has stood up tall and, knowing that the election is knocking on their doors, started to actually do what the title of their jobs would imply they should do as action : Represent. They have said that they will be taking August’s break to go home and talk to their constituents and try to come to some sort of resolve to represent via the “town meetings” that they plan on having regarding ILLEGAL immigration. Take that Senator Banamnesty. I can’t wait for the meetings. I am sure the protesters will be guarding the gates of each center of interaction. I am sure the ILLEGALS will be toting big, bright, signs that exclaim how I am a racist or a xenophobe or some other phrase of evil in Spanish. Since I haven’t kept up on my Spanish as a Second Language Night School course that I signed up for with my matchbook cover, I will only be gazing at the signs and slurs in English. I may bring an interpreter if I am feeling especially gracious that day. I will be the loudest long haired, bearded madman in the room. I plan on making it clear that it is not just clean-cut middle class men who hide their opinions from their white guilt housewives or shaved head punk ass blue collars with really spiffy flight jackets and Doctor Martin’s boots. The people that are pissed off and upset about the ILLEGAL immigrant issue are a varying array of individuals that cross all socio-economic lines. I happen to be the one that looks counter culture; as if I would be helping smuggle them in myself. Good luck trying to get me to be doing that! It will never ever, ever happen. Not for all the payola in Washington!

The other big trigger story in the media the last couple of days is the slaying of the two captured U.S. soldiers in Iraq. Are you all crying? Are you all enraged? Are you all requesting our pullout from Iraq now? Are you so mad that you can’t even take another mention of the story? Are you so sympathetic and empathetic towards the families of the lost soldiers that your brain as swelled and soon will explode? I am sad that the two soldiers are dead. I am pissed that they were mutilated. I feel horrible for their families. I, however, know that they were volunteer soldiers who felt proud everyday to be fighting in their country’s military. They were extraordinary men. Their parents are proud of their service. Those boys died perpetuating international democracy and thwarting international terrorism. They were and are men of uncommon valor. We should be saluting them. We should not be using their names or death as some sort of talking point spring board to demand anything. To use their names and their service under such disreputable fights is disgusting and vile. If you are doing this you are an unmentionable. You are worse than Cindy Sheehan.

By the way she finally had a marker placed on her son's grave. Thanks Cindy, you should be real friggin’ proud of your vomitous behavior. It’s about time your boy got a marker, you crazy stupid bitch!

I wonder is Cindy Sheehan read the Fox News story about how over 500 chemical weapons have been found in Iraq since 2003. They are dealing with a Country that is as big as Texas and they initially found, after months of search, an F-14 buried under 20 feet of sand. Think about the size and depth of that country. They are now releasing the stories and I am sure the left will say that it is a big propoganda ploy. Even Hans Blix said there were chemical weapons and he was not selling food for oil, weapons, and money. There are and were weapons and we will continue to find more. Can Cindy find her son's grave?

So now the San Andreas fault AND the hurricanes are in the news. We should all run away. We should be so ashamed to have procreated to the extent that we currently inhabit a good portion of this amazing entity and being, Mother Earth. That is it. Let’s all take to the Hale Bop method. Everyone get their Nikes and the cyanide. Calling Jim Jones, Jim Jones can you hear me? Please come back and take us all. Mother Earth is mad and we should be frightened. I suggest everyone take their lives on Earth Day next year so we can make the world a better place, a natural place. Mother Earth is mad. The faults are mad. The atmosphere is mad. Mother Sheehan is mad. I am just sick and tired of being sick and tired. If we are all lucky, the morons of Earth will be swept up in a hurricane and dumped deep within the cavernous pit of the San Andreas, it will allow traffic in L.A. to flow a whole lot smoother.

Speaking of people that should be dumped into the fault, we should round up and draw and quarter L.A. Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa. He is now trying to get control of the Los Angeles Unified School District and the State Legislature has given him about half of the power that he has demanded. He is a spoiled little bitch boy and needs to go make an effort elsewhere, preferably Hell or maybe Mexico. What is up with all of California’s political leaders, movers and shakers, that they hold close to their hearts the fight of another country’s citizens. They could be doing so much good if they went to Mexico and Central America and fought for the same rights and battles that they are attempting to do here. Villaraigosa, Nunez, Lopes, Bustamante, Sedio - HEAD HOME AND CHANGE THE WORLD, YOU ARE JUST PISSING PEOPLE OFF HERE AND MAKING ASSES OF YOURSELVES!

Or maybe they should start up fraudulent MySpace accounts and attempt to pursue felonious activities. MySpace is now getting sued for 35 million for the sexual assault of a fifteen year old girl who was entrapped, due to her naivety, by a nineteen year old boy. For one, that isn’t even considered statutory rape in some states. For two, I find it funny that the suits are crawling from the wood work now that Rupert Murdoch owns the site after a 500 million plus purchase price. All of the wall paper is shredded as the lawyers come a running. I doubt “Tom”, one of the founders and maintainers of MySpace, would have been sued for 35 million dollars. Who would waste the time and money to attempt a law suit against a L.A. hack custodially handling a social network site? No one! Suing media conglomerate Rupert Murdoch is another story all together. By the way, where the hell were the parents of this girl? Or the Chicago girl who had runaway to California? Or the teen girl eloping to the Middle East? Or any of the pedophile victims who are snow jobbed? WHERE THE HELL ARE THE PARENTS? Do any parents out there pay attention to their kids anymore? How about what they are doing? Who they talk to? Who they meet? Where they are? When are the parents going to assume so fucking responsibility? When are they going to acknowledge their own self indulgent short comings as the keepers of the naïve and youthfull’s security? Take care of your children as opposed to appeasing them. Stop trying to be a friend! BE a friggin’ parent! Kids don’t need more buddies, they need parents, mentors, guidance, an example set and ensured with follow through. We are now scuba diving into the sick bog of sludge that will cement the tumultuous devouring of our civilization. We are two steps, one word and an IM away from being a dead culture. I want no more part of it. Done.

I will end up like Vincent Ferrari who just recently tried to back out of and cancel his up to date paid AOL account. After about 5 minutes of arguing with the bastard customer service rep, that he recorded his interaction with, he now is cancelled out. He had to say cancel the account about 50 times, literally. I guess AOL is truly AOHELL and you can never escape this eternal damnation, even if it is technological.

I could leave AOL and go participate in the ABC global warming survey of antidotal mental stunting. I plan on sending pictures of my Dad as a child in a 1955 Hamilton, MA snow storm and saying it is me in Southern California yesterday. Imagine all of the fun we could have with photo shop alone? YIPPEEE!!!!!!!!! Let the games begin! Let the ridicule ensue! I hope they try to make this survey out to be fact. Just like the political polls, which are nothing more than inaccurate surveys, - SURVEY SAYS?!? Just remember what has happened to all of those feud hosts.

Bye Dan Rather. See you later you crazy ass LSD eating wack job! No one wanted to hear you anymore that is why you were warming a desk. Did you really think you were going to have a chance to get back in the saddle again? Steve Tyler could dance on your front porch, there rag doll, and you still wouldn’t have got the seat back. What's the frequency Dan? I can't hear you anymore.

Someone should tell that little nat of a reporter who rubbed the supposed Bush hate polls from Europe into Bush’s face. The Viennese leaders stood tall and quick to protect their relationship with the U.S. and to defend the President. Look out Clark Kent, I don’t see a phone booth anywhere near the press conference.

Ok. Done. Breathe deep. Exhale. Pretend things are normal.

I may be gone for a bit depending on how the morning of June 22^nd unfolds. I may still be here Friday. Check that Tootsie Pop.

Strap in. Strap on. Buckle down and duck.

One may never know.

I know just enough.

Here’s to Friday …

Nail up the boards and tape up the windows. The hurricane is coming. Right down the alley. Right down the pike. Stock up on the tequila and make the mix a good one. Jimmy Buffet may sing but will his house blow away? If so are we going to give him aide? The hurricanes are here to stay people, they aren’t going before we do!

I watched a good movie and a bad movie this weekend and saw a great documentary to boot. Before I could write my piece today I needed to check out the news which required me to illegally copy the On Demand pay purchase of the film “Kiss Kiss Bang Bang” with Robert Downey Jr. and Val Kilmer. It also had a bit of Corbin Bernson and it was nice to see him still working. This film is the best, I mean the BEST, piece of screenwriting that has ass spanked the genre of “pulp” in a long, long time. If you are a fan of the genre take a gander as I am sure you will enjoy.

On the back side of the card and the tail side of the coin do not rent or view the Australian produced horror film “Wolf Creek”. There is nothing scary or even remotely horror about it. Just pass it aside like a Gucci shoe wearing, Tag Hauer toting man in Harvard Square trying to pimp you a copy of Spare Change. “Get your Spare Change! Helpin’ the homeless to help themselves!”; go to the pit in Harvard Square and sip some Au bon Pain and tell me if you don’t hear that cry. If you don’t, you got some spare change coming from me.

Ok, let’s dosey doe through the print up website news seeing as the only thing I am finding on 24/7 MSM is the flood in Texas. Jeesh, 6-12 inches of water depending on the source and we have a friggin’ national emergency. Stop building on land fill and we will all be ok. Stop making metro areas out of land that won’t support it. Everyone stop keeping up with the Jones’.

I started at Fox news which is the first to appear on my favorite carousel on the nifty AOL option tool bar at the top of my screen. I find that Dustin Diamond is in dire financial straights (http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,199934,00.html). He is trying to sell t-shirts in order to raise 250,000 dollars to save his house from being taken from the bank in foreclosure. Is this real? He says that his 15 dollar a shirt, 20 if they are signed, proceeds will go to supplement his income from being a stand up comic and save his Milwaukee suburb home. Let me get this straight. A guy who was on one of the most syndicated and promoted shows with the exception of maybe Bay Watch is in need of 250,000 to save his house? This can’t be friggin’ real. I am not buying it. He is quoted as saying that “if the public didn’t care, I as an entertainer wouldn’t have been a success”. Ok. Um. Let me think a split second on that one. If he was such a success, why does he need our money to save him from 250,000 worth of debt that eagerly looms above his abode waiting to take a bite out of irresponsibility? Like the Tootsie Pop, the world may never know!

What we may never know as well would be why and how the New York Times can even begin to look itself in the mirror. Mirror in the Bathroom! I can hear the ska from here. They are now citing Ronald Reagan as the result for Berkeley, CA business slump (http://newsbusters.org/node/5977). I thought the college town would bring in enough moohlah just based on coffee and munchies but I guess I am wrong. When lava lamps and three-d posters don’t sell enough, what should you do? Blame a dead President who used to be a Governor and represents a huge Republican movement that needs to be demonized since the battle “was” being won when Nixon was in there. Something is drastically wrong when we start bringing dead Presidents into the game. It isn’t the reference that bothers me as much as the lack of participation and action on behalf of America’s arm chair Liberals spouting about like water storms that not even a tanker captain would feel comfortable explaining. GET OFF YOUR FAT COUCH CRADDLING ASSES AND DO SOMETHING! I don’t even care what you are doing or who you are fighting for as long as the truth is being used and passion of action is laying way to logic being legislated. DO SOMETHING! I n the words of Dee Schneider, “fat, dumb, and lazy is no way to go through life”; wanting to “ROCK” is simply not enough!

This weekend, as a Father’s Day present to myself, I purchased a copy of Ann Coulter’s new book (http://www.anncoulter.com/cgi-local/welcome.cgi );(http://www.frontpagemag.com/blog/BlogList.asp). Her quotes are taken completely out of context and when you watch the Matt Lower interview the smirk devilishly playing hide and seek in the corner of her mouth is a tell tale sign that she loves the publicity as it sells books. She is doing three things. She is speaking her mind which is more than any of us do. Most of us have incestually conjoined the phrases “no good deed goes unpunished” along with the rule of thumb of “don’t talk politics and religion” and thus created a bunch of finger crossing mutes that hope things work out in their favor. She is inspiring lazy sloths to be active and for that I applaud her. She is getting the couch ass cradler to get up and talk. If only 1,000 of them get up talk to their friends and vote it becomes the shampoo effect of you tell two friends and they tell two friends. Keep in mind she is also selling a book and doing so under the same guidance that Zappa gave to Alice Cooper - “ good publicity or bad publicity is still publicity!”. She is also pointing out truths and the opponents, in the Liberal media, are against that so they have begun to smear her. These are the same fellows of journalistic quality that deem Ward Churchill to be the best thing since sliced bread even though he called the victims of the World Trade Center bombings to be “little Eichmanns”. Funny how the goose and the gander are bitch slapping each other and just not excepting their obvious differences.

To move onto differences we can mosey down one of two paths. I will choose one and than back track to the other for the sake of knowledge and perseverance.

I just saw the Rush Limbaugh “mug shot” at The Smoking Gun and it looks to be more of a Glamour Shot than anything else (http://www.thesmokinggun.com/mugshots/limbaughmug1.html). I think it is his head shot for promotion and not his arrest photo. If you look at the other line up shots they are much, much more derelict. Even when Rush gets arrested he has a bit of class.

The other photos I have found showing difference are those of Brian Bilbrey’s children on MySpace dot com (http://www.wonkette.com/politics/brian-bilbray/brian-bilbrays-kids-love-social-networking-natty-light-181733.php). They show his son and daughter partying it up and the article declares this to be disgusting as you would figure some sort of block possible for the rich or political or famous. Marie Osmand just found this all out and with all of the porno/pedophile/international marriage stories being spawned from MySpace I still wonder why my account on there is still held. Cest la vie. Kids are always going to be kids. Underage denizens of the underworld of deviancy always find their acts and the exhibition of them to be entertainment fodder. Since the ‘60’s it isn’t going to go away. We should just accept it and try to change it from within the home not through the waste of time media.

The other point of difference brings me to NYC. We have another baby killing in Canarsie (http://www.newsday.com/news/local/newyork/am-stab0620,0,7584909.story?coll=ny-top-headlines). This is a section of Brooklyn. A man has stabbed his daughter to death, an infant daughter. Between this and the transvestite assault from last week it looks like we are prepping for another summer of Sam. I hope it does not get that hot. It will though. Hatred runs deep in the unquenchable fires of the soul. We should take a time out in order to quench them.

Somehow when Canarsie comes to mind I think of the Zappa song or the Jerky Boy's skit regarding the football player from there who wants to go pro. His thighs are like "animals"!

North Korea is not quenching jack shit as it prepares for the ICBM plans to get a nuke out of Korea and headed to the US (http://www.nytimes.com/2006/06/19/world/asia/19korea.html?ei=5065&en=a9cf8a9a5a2863ad&ex=1151380800&partner=MYWAY&pagewanted=print). This is all threat and posturing. I have always said that I think Iran to be a bigger threat because of it’s religious connotations. Kim Jong Mentally - Ill wants to be a power player not a religious guru but upon learning of this new idea and set of plans we need to take a dinner date over to his palace. Hey, Kim, dinner was good, now what the fuck is up with your nuclear bullshit?

The nuclear bomb of abortion is getting ready to explode once again on our soil with the Supreme Court review of “partial birth abortion” (http://www.cnn.com/2006/LAW/06/19/scotus.abortion/index.html). Do you know of this procedure? Have you ever talked to or known anyone who has had it preformed? This is only a form of violence that should have been brought about by Nazi’s. I know early term abortion and the morning after pill as well as plan B are up for debate and they should be and I am not getting into that but late term procedures of partial birth termination are foul, disgusting, and irreprehensible. To think of pulling out a real life, and at this time of pregnancy it is not disputed by either side, and to kill it, sometimes with a metal hammer to the frontal lobe or soft spot, is down right wrong. This is not what Paul McCartney was singing about on Abbey Road. There is a mean ass Maxwell and it has nothing to do with the song. Sick, sick, sick!

To get even more sick you can check out a bit of Ohio politics and wonder what is truly going on (http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5478989). The local Sheriff is enforcing Federal immigration law because he is tired of the problem. Employers who hire them are to be found guilty. Many local residents in the Butler County towns of Ohio are up in arms but it appears to be the ILLEGAL ones or the ones that depend on ILLEGAL immigrants for their livelihood including small business owners who are frequented by the ILLEGAL clientele. Sheriff Richard Jones is just trying to keep up with the Jones’ and doing a great job of it. Keep it up Dick! We here in Southern California support you. If you need any dough I will be more than glad to help out and send what I can.

I think the song lyrics of They Might Be Giants song, “We Want a Rock” sums up all of the turmoil right now:

"Where was I? I forgot
The point that I was making
I said if I was smart that I would
Save up for a piece of string
And a rock to wind the string around

Everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string around
Everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string around

Throw the crib door wide
Let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town
Is trying to burn the playhouse down
They want to stop the ones who want
A rock to wind a string around
But everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string around

Throw the crib door wide
Let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town
Is trying to burn the playhouse down
They want to stop the ones who want
A rock to wind a string around
But everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string around

If I were a carpenter I'd
Hammer on my piglet, I'd
Collect the seven dollars and I'd
Buy a big prosthetic forehead
And wear it on my real head

Everybody wants prosthetic
Foreheads on their real heads
Everybody wants prosthetic
Foreheads on their real heads

Throw the crib door wide
Let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town
Is trying to burn the playhouse down
They want to stop the ones who want
Prosthetic foreheads on their heads
But everybody wants prosthetic
Foreheads on their real heads

Throw the crib door wide
Let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town
Is trying to burn the foreheads down
They want to stop the ones who want
A rock to wind a string around
But everybody wants a rock
To wind a piece of string around"

Dress me down and send me to the funeral of well dressed men in spiffy slacks. Make an ass out of me at the uncomfortability of the men who could not stand tall enough to know where I could possibly come from with out admitting they too could be wrong.

All I want is that rock to wind a piece of string around.

Would you like a prosthetic forehead on your real head?

We all want to seamlessly fit in and make it all happen.

Can’t it make sense in the dreams of Hindu men sharing the sun as they become mantras?

Can’t we all know where we stand?

Not if we never stand up and make sense of it all.

To be understood we must stand then speak and only then can we find the peace that we ALL crave.

Until Wednesday when the humping might be a bit more gentle as I stare down the gun of hiatus …

I am not going to stand tall on the box of soap tonight. I am not squeaky clean nor am I dirty. I wash my hands before supper. Before you bite your fingers make sure your hands are clean.

We all make mistakes. We all have difficulties. This is what makes us all in the same. This might be the only good argument for us being equal beyond our division as Homo-Sapiens. We should all learn from our mistakes. We all know that we learn from them. I read recently that it takes bad decisions to learn lessons and it takes those lessons to make good decisions. Wouldn’t it be nice if our Government could do the same? Wouldn’t it be nice?

The heat today makes one dirty. It must be global warming, how hot it is today. Sweat cascading down the plastic and chromium that we make our selves up into each and every day. I NEED that AC. I need AC more than O.J.

On that warming note of destruction, does anyone watch the show “Deadliest Catch” besides me? I wonder if Al Gore does. This past season was a prime example of Global Warming being an argument of nil. The ice had spread thicker and further South than during any previous “opie” season in recent decades. All of the fisherman said that they had a warm spell the past few years but this past Winter was as Winter as any has ever been. When I grow up I want to be; one of the harvester’s of the Sea. Thank you Les.

I am focusing, from here on out, on just one simple story that really proves and shows, not only the ILLEGAL immigration problem but also, the incompetence and juvenile mentality of our Government on ALL levels. Has anyone heard of Audra Schmierer? Learn that name. If you don’t know this Dublin, CA (suburb of San Francisco) housewife, I am sure that someone you know, or even yourself know, someone who is contaminated by a similar fiasco, even if not as extreme.

Audra has had her identity stolen. Not just by one person. Not just for credit card gain. There is no commercial with Audra being voiced over by some little criminal bastard buying the world on her credit card; no, no, it is no where near that simple. Her social security number (why do they use the word “security” when there is no longer one single thing secure about it?) has been used by 81, yes 81, people in 17, yes 17, States. The felon identity stealers have been proven to ALL be ILLEGAL immigrants.

Can you imagine? Close your eyes like Lita Ford and Ozzy Osbourne. Close ‘em up. Imagine like John Lennon. Think. Envision. Can you actually comprehend that? Can you actually squeeze that concept with the ol’ mental muscle? Eighty one people in seventeen States , from Florida to Washington; can you really masticate that idea in your noggin’ or your gut for that matter?

It is a bit ridiculous, but frighteningly true.

So what would you do if you were her? She has called and fought with the IRS and the SSA and the FTA since she received her back tax notice showing that she owed over 15,000 dollars in back taxes and started her own investigation. No one was willing or felt obligated to do a damn thing. The ILLEGALS that she contacted (all 81 of them) didn’t care. The employers were to busy raping the system and taking in the cheap labor like a swizzle stick hooker in a soda shop. The government agencies played lazy Suzan and spun her around from office to office.

District Attorneys, cops, the FBI, her Congressman; no one helped one friggin’ iota.

Upon coming home from a Mexican vacation and flying into Dallas airport she was detained for over four hours and questioned by ICE (immigration) because one holder of her precious nine digits was a convicted felon.

She was held back form getting a job through a temp agency for over two months while they continuously back ground checked her and repeatedly found multiple uses of her Social Security number.

She has done all the paper work and for the period of tax time between ‘01 and ‘04 she has 213 W2 forms with her SS number. SS is right! Reminds me of another time.

The highest earner on her number was just under 40,000 dollars but a majority were under 15,000.

There were construction jobs and tech jobs - the fraud was across the gambit.

Keep in mind none of this includes the past year of 2005.

The IRS even took to tapping her phone as they thought her to be a scam artist that was pulling a con and tax evading.

The 15,000 dollars was all anyone had on their minds except for Audra Schmierer. She just wanted back her identity, her freedom, her soul.

Due to all of the publicity of her case and situation on radio and television the IRS is forgiving the debt and the SSA is doing something that would hold her in the ranks of Sammy “the bull” Gravano - they are giving her a new number. They hold this “privilege” tight to the vest for the main purpose of witness relocation. They have made an exception. How nice of them!

This new number may be nice but in Government circles she will still be connected to the ultra-fab previous number of ILLEGAL salvation. It is the new scarlet letter.

Thanks immigration!

Thanks ILLEGALS!

Two articles and interviews worth reading are at:

http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/I/IMMIGRATION_IDENTITY_THEFT?SITE=OHALL&SECTION=HOME&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT

http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/I/IMMIGRATION_IDENTITY_THEFT?SITE=OHALL&SECTION=HOME&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT

The last link is from a CNN transcript and you need to scroll down a bit to see the interview.

We are making a better country by handing out our lives and sweat and work to accommodate the anti assimilators that will do the jobs we won’t do.

They’re right! I won’t be committing the felony of using another’s social security number or assuming their identity for my own gains and profit. They can do it all day long but they better end up in jail rotting like a prisoner in an novel by Camus.

But they get away with it and are playing all of the mini violins of emotion loud enough to negate logic and rationale in order for us to turn the other cheek while our fellow legal citizens are taken to the cleaners and left out to dry. They are people too! NO, they are criminals! Let’s start making a differentiation for Audry’s sake; for all of our sakes; (hell, I’ll play a violin) for our children.

I am gone until Monday. There may be a bit of bonus rubbish but one never knows.

I have a sick friend who his dying by his own hand.

I am going to work on my budget to get back to the kiddo.

Florida here I come.

I hear you have a lot of ILLEGALS there too … at least I will feel just as unjustifiably home as I do now.

“And it came to pass that again they heard the voice, and they understood it not.” - Nephi 11:4 - The Book of Mormon.

What language has been spoken? …