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| 08.05.07 (8:35 pm) [edit] |
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| Impeach Bush, Jail Cheney |
| 07.29.07 (9:52 pm) [edit] |
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Well, I haven't posted for awhile, but I'm going to put up a short one. Here's why: The American People overwhelmingly want to end the war in Iraq, but George Bush and his thugs won't do it. They don't care. And even if our wimpy congress does manage to get a veto-proof majority (that will happen in the next election) hold on to your socks. Because when the timetable is set, and placed into law when Congress overrides the Bush veto, Bush the Imperial will IGNORE IT! He will order the military to continue on, and dare anybody to do anything about it. George Bush must be impeached, and Dick Cheney jailed (see Nixon/Agnew) to stop loss of American lives and limbs fighting for a lost cause where the people we "liberated" are the ones shooting at our troops. THIS IS UNAMERICAN. THIS MUST NOT BE ALLOWED. IF THIS IS ALLOWED, THE AMERICAN REPUBLIC IS FINISHED.
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My son Scott is second from the left.
| Impeach Bush? Might Have To. |
| 12.02.06 (9:55 pm) [edit] |
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Does he mean what he says, or is he just trying to save face? If George Bush really continues his "stay the course" approach on Iraq, as he keeps indicating, impeachment proceedings, no matter how unsavory, may be the only option. The whole world, literally, knows that Iraq is a flaming disfunctional cauldron of militias, religious fanatics, criminals and (Bush created) terrorists. There is no hope. There is no chance. George Bush did the impossible- he destroyed the Repubican Party and a majority that looked invincible only a few months ago. And yet, that resounding "thumpin'" seems not to have moved him one iota. You must remember that George W. Bush answers to a higher "father". That father seems to give W. messages that only he can hear. If the Democrats don't put Bush's feet to the fire, even more American troops are going to be killed or have their arms and legs and brains blown off. The day after the new congress takes office, they bear partial responsibility for every missing limb. If the Democrats compromise on some phony proposition to allow Bush to save face, they should all be voted out of office immediately. If they do all they can, and Bush stonewalls it, then it is impeachment time. If Bill Clinton can be impeached for his dalliance with Monica Lewinsky, surely George W. Bush should be impeached for mass murder. Before Clinton was impeached, all the talk was what a wrenching experience it would be for the country- well, we survived it, and with no loss of life. The American people have spoken, and everyone seems to get it- except George W. Bush. It's the Democrat's job to see that HE gets it. |
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| Pink and Blue and Green and White Longport Lifeboats |
| 07.21.06 (9:58 pm) [edit] |
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Pictures of all the variously colored lifeboats in Longport, New Jersey, along with a couple of other Longport pictures and, MAYBE, a couple of pix of Gunnison. Here goes: PINK- BLUE- GREEN- A DIFFERENT GREEN- WHITE- WHITE/GREEN- WHITE W/LIFEGUARD WATER SCENES GUNNISON! GUNNISON! Lots of pictures. If you like these, post a comment and I'll put more up. |
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| Of Malaise, Pink Lifeboats and Gunnison Beach Pictures |
| 06.25.06 (9:14 pm) [edit] |
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I've no energy to write, but I like these pictures. It was a bad beach weekend. The world is in chaos. The USA used to be the stabilizing influence. Now we create the chaos. If people look at this for Gunnison Beach pictures, I hope they like these. There are no nude pictures at this time, however. PINK LIFEBOAT at Longport! Only one cloud in the sky: And....Gunnison Beach and the NYC Skyline: With an attitude... More later!
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| Republicans, Gunnison Beach, Miami vs. Dallas |
| 06.06.06 (9:53 pm) [edit] |
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I don't have anything specific to write about now, but I feel like writing and posting some pictures, so I'll make a few general observations: The Republicans are screwed. There is no way out- no way out of Iraq, no way out of the deficit, no way out of incompetence, no way out of getting their asses kicked in the mid-terms. OUT! OUT I SAY! One of the funniest comments about the new Treasury Secretary (I've already forgot his name) is that the Republicans are so desperate that they're scraping the top of the barrel. The weather has been gloomy since Memorial Day here on the East Coast. There have been no good beach days since. I tried to get to Gunnison Beach early on the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend. Now that was a perfect beach day. But here's a distant picture of Gunnison Beach in Sandy Hook at 8:45 A.M. on that day. So much for beating the crowd. I enjoy Gunnison Beach, but there is no comparison to the beaches of California. There is just an entirely different feel out there- or at least there was 25 years ago. Not that there's anything negative about Gunnison, just different- thousands of people, boats on the ocean full of gawkers, and so on. Of course there is the beautiful water, the New York City skyline, and the like-minded people- and it's a one of a kind. I'll bet Gunnison Beach in September is heaven. And I bet I'll find out. Here are a couple of sunset pictures in Southern New Jersey a couple of days ago. I was watching the Miami Heat the other day, and during a time out the bench players jumped up and greeted the starters after a particularly good run. The bench players? Alonzo Mourning, Gary Payton, Jason Williams and Antoine Walker. I really like the Dallas Mavericks, but now I really can't stand Mark Cuban. He makes you want to just slap the shit out of him. I'll bet all of his players hate him too. Avery Johnson is smart enough to kiss his ass wildly, however, which is funny to watch. Go Heat. Miami in six. More later. |
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| Verizon Gives Bush Your Phone Records |
| 05.11.06 (8:01 pm) [edit] |
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At this point in time I sincerely doubt that anything can roust the American people out of their terminal lethargy, but by tapping our phone records the Bush Misadministration is certainly doing its best. I hope to participate (soon) in a class-action suit against Verizon. I also expect to switch to Qwest immediately, since they told Bush to shove it up his ass. Does anyone out there care? I don't think so. I just read the entire 18 page transcript of the Iranian President's letter to George Bush on Truthout. A remarkable document: remarkable in its naivite, remarkable in that he thinks Bush will read it (or can read it). Bush needs to write him back and invite him to his god-forsaken ranch, but he's too stupid. I went to Savannah, Georgia recently. What a wonderful town. What a wonderful area. I love the South, and I'm going to post some pictures soon. (Like now). This is Tybee Beach in Savannah- Easter, 95 degrees, and beautiful!!
And this is my old standby, Longport, NJ:
And, finally, this is my new beach, Gunnison Beach at Sandy Hook, NJ. That's the Empire State Building and Manhattan across the way. Gunnison is "clothing optional".
There will be more beach pictures to come! I would suggest that anyone who wants good information about whats going on in the world click on the Prison Planet link to the left. I used to enjoy it as a novelty- now it seems to tell the truth, much like Jon Stewart's Comedy Central became real news. Here's a sample: The good news: ELECTION DAY IS ONLY SIX MONTHS AWAY! More later.
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| The Ivory Billed Woodpecker and Me |
| 04.03.06 (9:35 pm) [edit] |
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I got interested in the Ivory Billed Woodpecker for a couple of reasons: (1) The story itself is so amazing- a huge beautiful woodpecker is logged out of existence and not seen since 1944, then reemerges; and (2) Reemerges in Brinkley, Arkansas, a mere 150 miles or so from my birthplace in Southeast Missouri. Here is a picture of the Ivory Billed Woodpecker. The story initially was all positive. Then came the inevitable: a leading birder (David Sibley) stated that the four second film that sealed the identity of the Ivory Billed Woodpecker was actually that of the very common Pileated Woodpecker- an impressive, but not hard to find bird. The four second film has become the Zapruder film of birding. You can download it and see for yourself- I'll try to post a link here. This has become a great scientific debate, pitting the prestigious Cornell Department of Orinthology against one of the world's leading bird experts. It is, believe it or not, fascinating stuff. http://www.birds.cornell.edu/ivory" title="http://www.birds.cornell.edu/ivory" target="_blank"http://www.birds.cornell.edu/... Last Friday night I attended, with my wife, a lecture on the Ivory Billed Woodpecker by one of only 17 people to have seen it. His name is Jim Fitzpatrick and here is a picture of Mr. Fitzpatrick at the Wetlands Institute in Stone Harbor, New Jersey: Jim Fitzpatrick's younger brother, John, is the head of the Cornell University Department of Orinthology. His presentation demonst rated the devastation that industry (loggers) wreaked on the Ivory Billed Woodpecker habitats in the South and up into Arkansas and parts of Missouri. Essentially, the swamps were drained and every single tree cut. He went into great detail explaining the Ivory Billed Woodpecker's reemergence, and convinced me, and everyone else in the room, that the bird was for real. Of course, there will be doubters until someone gets a definitive picture. That's why Cornell University has teams of experts in the Big Woods Swamps around the clock. Here are a couple of other New Jersey pictures (I hope): More later!
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| Winter Beach Time |
| 03.18.06 (4:37 pm) [edit] |
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Going to the beach was not in my plans for the past four or five years, until last summer. At that time (actually it was late spring) I got mad at my kids and stormed out of the house about 9 a.m., stopped by the local K-Mart and picked up a beach towel and a few related items, and went to the beach to cool down (emotionally). And I was hooked. There were few people there- even in the dead of summer in the middle of tourist season the beaches don't start getting busy until close to noon. From that time on, I went to the beach every chance I got, always getting there very early, and always leaving before noon. I would usually have breakfast there (a bagel and coffee) and read the New York Times. I usually run a couple of miles barefoot on the beach, at the water line, running in the surf, even on the coldest of days. I dreaded the end of summer, but September is always a beautiful month in southern New Jersey, so I continued my routine. And that worked out so well that I just continued going until....well, until today. I've enjoyed going to the beach in winter more than in summer. Most of the time it is me and the ocean one on one. I almost always take my beach chair and sit out, and I always run barefoot on the beach. I take a couple of cups of hot coffee, and sometimes a McDonald's sausage biscuit, just for health's sake. The New York Times is my newspaper of choice, but once in a while I read the Washington Post. The first day I took the Washington Post I was irritated, because the WaWa was out of the New York Times. But as I settled into my beach chair in the winter sun, lo and behold, there was a long article about the final days of Wilson Pickett, one of my musical heros (see post below), who had lived out the last couple of years of his life in a suburb near Washington. It was a beautiful morning. I walk the beach and stare off into the horizon and pick up beach shells and ocean glass- bits of glass that wash up on the beach that have had all of the sharp edges worn off by the constant pounding of the sea. Occasionally people will show up, especially on the unseasonably warm days. If I'm just in my bathing trunks, or sitting in the sun in bathing suit and shirt (or shirtless) they invariably want to talk, or at least make a friendly comment. I guess that's OK, but I really prefer to be alone- I feel like the ocean belongs to me. I have taken possession of it, simply by routinely being there when others aren't. I go into the water at least one time each calendar month just for the hell of it. The people who own the multi-million dollar beach homes that line the beach, who only show up in the summer- they are the true interlopers. The beach belongs to me. Here are my winter beach tips: 1. Always dress warmly, and pare down to the weather. 2. Take along coffee and food. Flavored coffee holds its taste even after it cools off. 3. If there is no wind, take the plunge. You'll be surprised at how refreshing it is and how good it makes you feel. 4. Go early, leave early. 5. Take a camera. Digital cameras are cheap now and take beautiful pictures. I'm going to try to post a couple here, but don't hold your breath. 6. Enjoy the ocean. I'm sure there are all sorts of other activities that can be done if you go when no one else does. But the beach is the one I found, and I'm enjoying it to the hilt.
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| Just Another Day At The Beach |
| 03.12.06 (10:52 pm) [edit] |
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Yesterday was a perfect beach day. I went into the Atlantic Ocean for my March swim (if you can call it a swim, which it isn't). This means that I will surely reach my goal of going into the water at least once every month of the year, consecutively. I have become a "winter beach person". I think I'm the only such animal in southern New Jersey. I'll write more about that shortly. Right now I'm trying to get a picture of the beach up on this blog, and I'll bet it doesn't work. The water was cold, by the way. Here goes nothing.... And nothing it is. I must be the only person in the universe who can't get pictures onto a blog. Any advice? 3/13/06 Well, it's not what I thought, but I think the link below will show you my beach picture. |
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| BUSH SUPPORTS UNITED ARAB EMIRATES! |
| 02.21.06 (7:54 pm) [edit] |
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What in the name of God is going on now? The UAE buys six of our busiest, most strategic, most valuable ports, and not only doesn't Bush go ballistic, he supports it. And, to top it off, threatens to veto any legislation overturning the purchase or calling for a review. Even Bill Frist (that criminal) and Dennis Hastert oppose it, and Bush! Openly and stridently. That is amazing. This may be the beginning of the end. I think the Republicans now know there is something wrong with Bush, and they're getting just as far away from him as they can. It now looks as if the Democrats will be swept into control of the Congress whether they want it or not. This is all just too weird for words. If Bush is now portrayed as 'soft on terrorism', what does he have left? This entire series of events since the Presidental Election makes me believe that there is much more here than meets the eye. I've always enjoyed Alex Jones' Prison Planet (link to the left of this page) for the left wing absurdity of it. Now the actions of this administration make Prison Planet look legitimate, if not downright prophetic. And that scene in Farenheit 911 with George HW Bush literally holding hands with the Saudis doesn't seem so odd now, does it? All of these deals are done in secret you know. But we do have the solace of Michael Chertoff assuring us that he's reviewed it and it's OK. Just like he read in the newpaper that Hurricane Katrina had missed New Orleans. I like to quote Bob Dylan: "When you gonna wake up?" danger! Danger! DANGER!
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| A Drunk Dick Cheney.. |
| 02.16.06 (5:51 pm) [edit] |
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...guns down his hunting partner, then stonewalls it, as I noted below. Now (yesterday), he admits to having 'a beer' at lunch, while sitting under an oak tree. I'll bet he peed on the oak tree also! Is this shades of Bohemian Grove, or what? For those of you not familiar with Bohemian Grove, and the goings on there, you owe it to yourself to Google it and find out. One of the very minor things that occur in this all-male retreat is prodigious drinking and peeing on the giant redwoods that populate the Grove. It is also 'secret' and 'secretive'. But I digress. How many hundreds of times have you heard people involved in any problem regarding alcohol describe how much they had to drink? It always a beer or two. Always! It's never I had four or maybe five, to wash down a shot or two of Jim Beam to ward off the chill. It's always a beer. So now the cover up is in full force, and it seems to have worked. The American people are just so numbed to this sort of behavior that it just rolls off after a day or so. And this administration knows it, and they are masters. And this particular Congress should be ashamed of itself (if a Congress can be ashamed, which I guess it can't). So every Congressman, with one or two exceptions (John Murtha) should be ashamed of himself/herself. SHEEP! SHEEP! SHEEP! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! You idiots. The beach was beautiful today. I had it all to myself. Once I figure out how to post my pictures on here I'll post some. It can't be that goddamned hard- almost everyone in the world does it. |
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| So Cheney Gets Drunk... |
| 02.14.06 (9:53 pm) [edit] |
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...and guns down his 78 year old hunting partner! How do we know he was drunk? What other reason could there possibly be for the inexplicable missing 22 hours? Any of us who have been drunk and in trouble (and, unfortunately, I can include myself in that number) know that ONLY TIME can get that alcohol out of your system. And no amount of black coffee or cold showers or any other exotic treatments work. The Secret Service denied the police access to D.C. I guess there was some sort of goofy arrangement, but the upshot of it was that no authority got close enough to see what state he was in. Because they might just have had to explain to Mr. Cheney, that "sorry Mr. Vice President, but you do understand that in cases like this we are required to do this simple breathalyzer test" or some such damning statement. Then the fat would be in the fire. Now the fire is in the White House (AGAIN!) Let the cover-up begin! To paraphrase Rush Limbaugh, "this is more fun than a human being should be allowed to have." I celebrated by going to the beach today (Valentine's Day). It was 38 degrees and the wind was blowing 8-16 mph. I ran barefoot on the beach (in my shorts), stripped off my sweatshirt and jumped into the Atlantic. That got my February plunge in and put me on track to reach my goal: going into the ocean at least once each month for a year. Going into the water in February in Longport, NJ, is not like doing it in San Diego, by the way. Oh well. Let the games (I mean the cover-up) begin.
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| A Special Day |
| 02.12.06 (11:12 am) [edit] |
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This is a special day in our household. It's Sunday morning. There is approximately six inches of snow on the ground outside. All around the Atlantic City area, to the west in Philadelphia and to the north in New York City, snow accumulations are in the 12"-20" range. There is a big fire in the fireplace in the den. I fixed bacon and eggs and biscuits for breakfast. Only Casey was out of bed, but we ate a good country breakfast and had a nice talk. There is a large pot of coffee brewing. Casey is debating whether he should try to get back to New Brunswick today, where he attends Rutgers. He probably won't make it- the weather is too bad. Casey came home to visit with Scott, his older brother and my oldest child. Scott goes into the Army on Wednesday. This is the last Sunday (has, in fact, been the last weekend) that all five of us will be together for some time. My wife Kim is now up. Scott and Meredith are sleeping in on this snowbound day. I am aware of every nuance. Will we ever be together again like this? We have always been close, and have usually taken it for granted. Scott has been gone, but always close by. Now he will be in Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, for basic training. He'll be gone for almost six months, before he comes home again, and before he is shipped off to...???? Yes, I am aware of evey nuance today. And so is everyone else, in their own, unspoken way. We are all very quiet. We are all warm. We are all safe. It is cold and miserable outside. We have a warm fire going. Scott leaves on Wednesday. I'm on vacation, so that I can spend a little extra time with him these next couple of days. This is a special day in our household. |
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| Senate Office Building Nerve Gas Scare |
| 02.08.06 (9:02 pm) [edit] |
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Well how patently phony is this? Even as I write, Keith Olbermann is now reporting that the 'nerve gas' scare is over, and has been determine to be a 'false alarm'. False alarm? But of course. The Bush administration will resort to any dirty trick to scare the American public, and it works. Look at this phony report: first an 'alarm', ostensibly to detect nerve gas, goes off. Then the reports say a 'powder' was found in the 'attic', but that the 'powder' turned out to be harmless. So the powder set off the nerve gas false alarm? Or after the alarm went off, someone immediately searched the attic and found a powder? What in the hell is an 'attic' doing in the Russell Office Building? Isn't an attic what your grandmother has in her house? Mark my words: Someone deliberately made this a news story in prime time just to remind all the idiots out there that there are terrorists on the loose, so wiretapping is OK, torture is OK, lying is OK, war is OK, loss of civil liberties is OK, cutting back on social programs for war is OK, an incalculable deficit is OK, and anyone who dares say or indicate otherwise is UnAmerican (and also subject to a little closer scrutiny). If this group is not voted out of power in the mid-term elections, it's all over but the shouting. They also need to get off Brittany Spears' ass about not having her kid in a car seat. When I grew up they used to stand us up in the middle of the front seat and throw their arms out in front of us if we headed for the windshield- and quite a few of us survived. Good day. |
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| Laffy Taffy Lyrics Revisited |
| 01.29.06 (9:50 pm) [edit] |
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A few weeks ago I noticed on Yahoo that "Laffy Taffy Lyrics" was the most searched item for a particular day. I wondered if I put "Laffy Taffy" in my title and within the text of my blog whether it would increase the hits (which are normally none). Well, I did and it did, pretty dramatically for a while, so much so that now I feel that I must actually put the lyrics up here. I don't totally want to mislead people. Well, actually I don't care if I do or not, but maybe I can get some more mileage out of this. In the spirit of the above, here are the lyrics to "Laffy Taffy" along with a set of lyics from a Dylan song, just for the hell of it. Laffy Taffy Gurl shake dat laffy taffy Say baby gurl Wiggle Wiggle (Dylan) Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a gypsy queen,
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| Wilson Pickett- January 20, 2006 |
| 01.20.06 (9:58 pm) [edit] |
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BOT my blog by clicking on the left- then you will be notified when a new post appears.IF YOU HAPPEN TO READ THIS ARTICLE, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COMMENT. I would appreciate it. Today Wilson Pickett died, and, at the risk of sounding melodramatic, a piece of me died with him. When I was young in the sixties and seventies, my life and most of my friend's lives revolved around books and music. And there were a handful of us in Poplar Bluff, Missouri, all white, both male and female, who loved "soul" music and worshipped Wilson Pickett. Nobody on earth could scream like Wilson Pickett. Those were great times for great music. The young Aretha; the young Ray; Sam and Dave; Isaac Hayes; Sly and the Family Stone; Otis; The Four Tops; The Tempting Temptations; The Supremes; Marvin Gaye; Stevie Wonder; and on and on and on. But to many of us, there was only one King- and that was Wilson Pickett. Wilson Pickett could sing a ballad that would leave you with only one option- play it again. Listen even today to "I'm In Love" or "It's Too Late". And for up tempo and flat out screaming for joy, nothing tops "She's Lookin' Good" and "I Found A True Love". We would play these songs over and over. As far as we were concerned, the best songs never hit the top of the charts. Don't get me wrong, we loved "Mustang Sally", "Land of a Thousand Dances" and "Midnight Hour", but what about "You Left the Water Running", "634-5789" and "Funky Broadway"? Wilson did some great covers later in his career: "Hey Jude", "Sugar, Sugar" and "Mama Told Me Not To Come", among others. In 1970 Wilson had one of his last big hits, and my personal all-time favorite, that I can still play time afer time, "Don't Let the Green Grass Fool You." Wilson Pickett will not get the respect he deserves. He had obvious problems with drugs and alcohol, perhaps, most famously, getting drunk and driving his car over and subsequently destroying the Mayor's lawn in the upscale town (I forget the name) in New Jersey, where he lived. I think it was over a zoning dispute, and he did a little time over that. That was in the early 90's. I will tell you a true story about Wilson Pickett and I. In the early 70's I had returned to Poplar Bluff from Lake Tahoe, "between jobs" (unemployed). I headed back to Northern Nevada where I had another job lined up, but stopped in Las Vegas on the way- I'd never seen Vegas. I sat in a dark dive bar called the Nine-Ball Lounge, drinking and reading the Las Vegas Sun, and discovered that WILSON PICKETT was appearing in the lounge at the International Hotel, for a two-drink minimum. I immediately found me a cheap room, landed a job at the Aladdin Hotel and Casino as a cashier, and went to see Wilson Pickett every night for weeks. The lounge at the International was huge- it was like a theatre itself, and probably seated a thousand people. And Wilson packed it every night, and just put on astounding show after astounding show. Wilson was an artist who could perform his hits better in person than on record. AND, he could dance. Wilson didn't have a reputation for dancing, but I'm here to tell you he could shake 'em down. He would sing and dance and laugh and joke every night, working so hard that he would invariably be drenched when the show was over. He had a great time and we had a great time. He appeared at the International for several stints during my couple of years there, usually for weeks, not days. And I don't think I ever missed a show. Today should have been a day when all of the radio stations played Wilson Pickett songs all day. I don't think that happened. But I'll do my part to make up for it, and I'm sure there are thousands more out there like me. Mama get your mojo Papa get your gun I'm gonna steal your daughter I'm gonna be your son She's lookin' good... She's lookin' so good... She's lookin' good... Just like I knew that she would |
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| Results- My Laffy Taffy Lyrics Experiment |
| 10.25.05 (6:17 pm) [edit] |
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Two blogs down I outlined my Laffy Taffy Lyrics experiment, which was, in short, to place those words in my blog and see if it increased my "hits". Well, I'm here to tell you that it (or my brilliant writing) took me from about 4.000 or so total viewings to over 6,500 in a couple of weeks. Probably about a thousand of those are mine. I always get 0 comments, so anyone who happens to read any of this, feel free to just say hi, or something. This is a very exciting time for our country. Tomorrow, the goddamned chickens start roosting for the Bushies. Surely that ignorant "Scooter" Libby will be indicted. If Fitzgerald (or is it Fitzpatrick?) has any chutzpah, we'll also see Rover grinning and waving as he exits the White House in disgrace. Dare we hope for the trifecta? How about Cheney as an unindicted co-conspirator! Nah, too iffy there, but you never know. I'm reading a great, unusual book, Fooled by Randomness, by some Wall Street guy and Ivy League teacher- he says it's all random and all luck. So maybe a Black Swan is heading Dickhead Cheney's way. So W. is snippy and depressed and has started to drink again. Well, that's too damned bad, isn't it. Two thousand officially dead American soldiers today, and no one cares, except the families and a few liberal freaks. You can bet your ass that no one in the White House gives a flying fuck. They'll say they do, but they can't even fake it well. You'd think we could at least elect a President who could lie effectively. He is the MBA President isn't he? They can all lie until the cows come home without batting an eye (oh, that's right- he wasn't a good student). He was a cheerleader though, wasn't he- and those were the days when male cheerleaders were gay. Maybe he can figure out a way to cheer up those 2,000 families, if he's not too busy trying to cheer up Rover and Scooter, or getting knee-walking drunk.
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| Longport Beach- 9/11/05 |
| 10.16.05 (5:20 pm) [edit] |
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9/11/05 On the beach I’m reading the New York Times About Doris Duke Her estate is 2700 precious New Jersey Acres She’s dead of course Her estate has private sunken tennis courts And private lap pools (Of course everything is private) That’s why this article was even written Now some are being allowed A glimpse of this life of untold wealth A glimpse of the ‘last intact estate of the 20th century Industrial tycoons’ Doris Duke never married Now her estate is dedicated to horticulture And the environment And the arts And all those healthy things What the Duke family Really did Was destroy lives (by the hundreds of thousands) Destroy our health care system By overloading it with lung cancer patients Create untold and unimaginable human suffering And now the tours tell of the beautiful plants Do they have tobacco plants there, I wonder?
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| The Laffy Taffy Lyrics Experiment |
| 10.06.05 (6:23 pm) [edit] |
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This is my Laffy Taffy experiment: As of today at 9:24 p.m. EST, Laffy Taffy is the day's most searched song on Yahoo. By placing Laffy Taffy Lyrics in my blog title and in the body of this article, do I receive a bunch of hits on my site? Probably not. Shake dat Laffy Taffy. Here's my thought for today: The wheels are coming off the Bush Gang's bus. Other Random Thoughts: Karl Rove will be indicted within two months if he doesn't give up Cheney. If the Democrats were smart (which they ain't), Senator Edward Kennedy would come out in support of Harriet Miers today! The American death toll in Iraq will pass 2,000 near Thanksgiving. George W. Bush is insane and all around him know it, including his father. The Bush clan has successfully co-opted Bill Clinton's ability to speak out against the war by naming him to these phony aid deals. Bill is at heart poor white trash (as am I) who is flattered to be accepted by the likes of the blue-blooded (not to mention cold-blooded) Bushes. Don't rule out Dick Cheney running for President in 2008 if he stays out of jail. Everyone has ruled him out but himself. Am I the only one who noticed that Bush was caught playing the guitar while Louisiana flooded? Did anyone else note the reverse similarity to Nero fiddling while Rome burned? As I get older I'm feeling more drawn to the sea.
The St. Louis Cardinals are likely to win the World Series.
Where is Latrell Sprewell? Laffy Taffy. BOT my blog by clicking on the left- then you will be notified when a new post appears.IF YOU HAPPEN TO READ THIS ARTICLE, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COMMENT. I would appreciate it. |
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| New FEMA Chief |
| 09.18.05 (5:29 pm) [edit] |
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BOT my blog by clicking on the left- then you will be notified when a new post appears.IF YOU HAPPEN TO READ THIS ARTICLE, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COMMENT. I would appreciate it. Well, this will be short. I have to say that I was happy to see that FEMA and W. got the message of my previous blog (see below) and not only took it to heart but appointed the creator of this "duct tape and plastic" terrorism protection plan to head FEMA! And all this time I thought Tom Ridge was the brains behind this stroke of genius, while it was really (insert name of new FEMA head- I forget). Well, now we can all sleep better. Who dat! Who dat! Who dey gone run dat FEMA!
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| Homeland Security Lessons for Louisiana |
| 09.07.05 (2:21 pm) [edit] |
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BOT my blog by clicking on the left- then you will be notified when a new post appears.IF YOU HAPPEN TO READ THIS ARTICLE, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COMMENT. I would appreciate it. Here come the naysayers now, all whining about the Homeland Security Department's handling of the New Orleans disaster. The liberal media is all upset about the fact that Homeland Security took over the bleeding-heart FEMA organization and gave that organization direction. Why, before Michael Chertoff took over, FEMA was actually looking at ways to develop buildings to withstand these Acts of God! Talk about a loose cannon. And they're attacking that Michael Brown like he wasn't white. What did they expect FEMA to do, not go through channels? Create more chaos? If the citizens of Louisiana had listened to the Department of Homeland Security back when they should have, they wouldn't be having these problems. Obviously, the people of New Orleans chose to ignore Tom Ridge, when he was Director, and his suggestion to stock up on duct tape and plastic sheeting for just such an emergency. There was plenty of warning. There was plenty of time for people to get out and duct tape that plastic sheeting around their homes, so don't say the Homeland Security Department didn't offer help. Those who suffered losses have only themselves to blame, and they should quit pointing fingers at Michael Chertoff and Michael Brown and look in the mirror (if they have a mirror left).
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| Wasted Time |
| 08.07.05 (5:02 pm) [edit] |
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BOT my blog by clicking on the left- then you will be notified when a new post appears.IF YOU HAPPEN TO READ THIS ARTICLE, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COMMENT. I would appreciate it. I live about five miles from the beach near Atlantic City, New Jersey. And it's an easy five miles- just drive up to the Longport Bridge road, head straight across the Longport Bridge, and you're there. The Longport beaches are some of the finest on the East Coast. Until this summer, I hadn't been to the beach in four years. I was becoming one of those people who took a perverse pride in stating that fact- "haven't been to the beach in four years!" My life had gravitated to the point where I didn't have time to go to the beach. Going to the beach was wasted time. I could have been doing something productive. This summer I decided to change. I run on the beach, barefoot, on my lunch hour (I'm fortunate enough to be able to do that). On Sunday mornings, I've taken to getting to the beach before nine, setting up, then getting out before noon, when the crowds start to arrive. I like to stop at Wawa and get some coffee and a bagel for breakfast on the beach. I take my favorite sections of the New York Times. I make it a point to go into the ocean at least three or four times. I take mile runs two or three times during my stay. I sit and stare out into the ocean. I take an occasional picture. This morning I almost didn't go. I didn't want to waste the time. But I did, and as I sat staring into the Atlantic Ocean, the waves lapping onto the shore, it finally came to me. I walked onto the beach this morning thinking of my upcoming 2-3 hour beach trip as wasted time. After three peaceful hours, I walked off the beach, thinking about my worklife and my upcoming workweek, and I thought to myself: wasted time. |
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| Like A Rolling Stone (Highway 67 North Revisited) |
| 04.08.05 (9:06 pm) [edit] |
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BOT my blog by clicking on the left- then you will be notified when a new post appears.IF YOU HAPPEN TO READ THIS ARTICLE, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COMMENT. I would appreciate it. This is about Bob Dylan and "Like A Rolling Stone". Today I received in the mail two books from Amazon.com: Like A Rolling Stone (Bob Dylan at the Crossroads) by Greil Marcus and A Simple Twist of Fate (Bob Dylan and the making of Blood on the Tracks) by Andy Gill and Kevin Odegard. This is really a great deal, by the way. The two books together retail for $40, but on Amazon you can get them for $26 with free shipping. I'm going to see Dylan, Merle Haggard and Amos Lee twice in the next three weeks, once at Borgata in Atlantic City with my son Scott and then the last night of the tour in NYC at the Beacon Theatre with my son Casey. Maybe that last night Bob and Merle will finally sing a song together. The Marcus book is about one song: "Like A Rolling Stone." If ever one song deserved an entire book, this is the one. I remember it well. It was 1965 and I was home in Poplar Bluff, Missouri. At that time I was lost and as wild as it was possible to be. I had been a Dylan fanatic since 1961 when I attended William Jewell College in Liberty, Missouri (just outside of Kansas City). A bunch of us hung out with WJ's French professor, Phil Rotsch, who used to get wildly drunk and blast out Dylan and Edith Piaf. He eventually was instumental in getting us and himself cashiered out of the school. In 1965 I had transferred to Southwest Missouri State in Springfield, but I spent most of my time in Poplar Bluff, since I was in and out of school. This was just before the Vietnam War really took off and I started some serious draft dodging. I remember it well. It was around noon, and my good friend Bill Morrow had just picked me up and we were heading to The Cottage Inn beer joint to start drinking. Just as we turned onto Highway 67 North it came on, unannounced, on radio station KWOC (or it may have been KLID- there were only two). It hit like a thunderclap. Bill was driving, and he was a Dylan guy also, but not quite like me. I recognized Dylan immediately, and exclaimed, increduously, "that's Bob Dylan!" I turned it up as loud as it would go, and we kept driving on past The Cottage Inn, and drove, and drove, and drove, because the song did not end! All singles then were 2-3 minutes. There hadn't even been a four minute single- it was just unheard of. Now, here was Bob Dylan not only singing on a six minute single, but singing the greatest record we had ever heard. In Poplar Bluff Missouri! On KWOC (or KLID)! If you had been following Dylan the lyrics weren't a total shock, but almost. The most shocking thing was that it was mainstream, AM Top-Forty, News, Weather and Sports, and dead aimed right at the top spot. And there was no doubt about where it was headed, in anyone's mind. I rushed right down to Hayes Music, but Mrs. Hayes didn't have it yet. But she had already heard about it, and she was already getting calls for it, and she was already on the search for it. I remember being surprised that anyone in Poplar Bluff except Bill and I had even heard of Bob Dylan. And it wasn't on an album yet. You couldn't get it, you just had to wait to hear it on the radio. It was unlike anything we had ever heard, and it was pretty obvious to everyone that pop music had just been changed forever, although we certainly didn't think in those exact terms. It was also pretty obvious, to be a little corny, "that something is happening here, and you don't know what it is, do you, Mr. Jones?" It was that good. It was that shocking. And, sorry kids, you really had to be there. |
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| Why Terri Schiavo Must Die |
| 03.23.05 (9:12 pm) [edit] |
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There are a number of reasons why Terri Schiavo must die, but here is one indisputable one: She is a human. We all must go- some early, some late, some peacefully, some tragically- but we all must go. This issue has absolutely nothing to do with Terri Schiavo, and absolutely everything to do with abortion. If you really believe that the likes of George Bush, Jeb Bush, Sean (You're A Great American, Marty) Hannity, Pat Robertson and the like really give a fuck about Terri Schiavo, then you are goofier than a wooden watch. It is just sickening to watch how the religious right has exploited this sad situation. I feel for the parents, because I have a daughter and I would feel the same way (maybe) if she were in that position. But for the RRR (Radical Religious Right) to leech onto this family to advance their anti-abortion agenda would be unbelievable, if they hadn't time after time exhibited the depths of their Evil Depravity. They will do anything. They are capable of anything. They have no morals, but they preach morality. They have no values, but they preach values. They preach the "Rule of Law", but laws don't apply to them. They preach democracy and they practice repression. They preach compassion and they practice torture. To quote the late, great Henry Miller, they have "the scruples of a rattlesnake and the morals of a clam." They are Evil. They are destroying the United States of America. The best thing that could happen in this case is that Terri Schiavo passes away quickly and this travesty ends. But don't be fooled: the RRR will just latch onto some other poor suffering souls to advance their Evil Agenda. |
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