I didn't!

I swear to God, I didn't fart.

Mutants for Bush

Hi, My name is Joe Young of Graysville, PA

And I appeared on George Bush's website, to support our mighty president.

I'm also from out of space, but don't tell anyone.



Hi, I'm Donna Hardin of Dalton, GA, and I appeared on Bush's website, supporting him.



I'm from outer space too, but don't tell!

Hi, I'm Vincent Reyes of Randolph, MA. I appeared on Bush's website, but I'm not from outer space. I'm just a plain, ordinary, mutant asshole.

Got Bat?

Gimmie a bat. I'll chew his fuckin' head off.

Building a stronger America

JOHN EDWARDS: When you were riding down the Mekong Delta killing VC, what was going through your mind?

JOHN KERRY: Well, I thought about becoming president some day. But mostly I thought about pussy.

Heinz

Hi, I'm Teresa Heinz Kerry, and I think ketchup is delicious. Especially Heinz ketchup.

Size matters!

I assure you, folks, that thing that I'm pointing to is even bigger than Dick's. We buddies. Good, good buddies. And there ain't nothing better than a good load ah GW in your mouth.

Say kids, What time is it...

It's Howdy Doody time!

Feeling the compassion

After a hard day of ordering the bombing of innocent Iraqi women and children, I like to take the time to comfort the elderly. They're lonely and crusty, and my heart goes out to them.

Stop! Please stop

No. Stop! Please stop! I can't handle any more of these black children. O Jesus. O Christ, I don't think I can keep this smile plastered on my face for much longer...

On as side note, I think this photo might have been taken on his Africa trip, so these kids may not in fact be African Americans, as it says on the image. Notice how the word "Africa" is on their shirts.

Find God, and the Heimlich Maneuver

I used to live in fear of chocking to death on a chicken bone and going to hell, because I was a sinner. But now that I have a God-fearing Heimlich Maneuver expert ready to eject any food lodged in my throat at any given moment, and to preach to me the teachings of the good Lord, I know that my soul will be saved. I don't even mind that he's a crusty baldy and his hands are as clammy as a slug. Thank you Jesus! And thank you BigChurch.com

Plagerism?

Okay, I am not ready to make any accusations, but I was reading this below active crime novel called "Break and Enter" by Colin Harrison. I had found it in the junk yard, where I find the vast majority of my books (some are very good in fact.)

So I am reading and I come upon this letter written by one charactor. And the letter is entitled, "The Eternals Truths." And there is a list of these so-called truths. For example:

"This is it!"

"There is no hidden meanings"


I have seen this before! I do not have the book on hand to verify it, but it comes from a book called "If You Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him : The Pilgrimage Of Psychotherapy Patients", by Sheldon Kopp, published in 1982.

I can say this, because I found this page, listing Kopp's eternal truths.


"Break and Enter" was published in 1990, eight years after Kopp's book.

I looked around for some sort of acknowledgment by Colin Harrison that this material was take from Sheldon Kopp.

This is what I found, in the acknowledgments sections:

The "Eternel Truths" are derived from a list originally written by Richard Donelli, D.D.S., and modified by Ann Satterthwaite and the author.

Colin Harrison got this from a dentist? Then modified it? Pretty fishy. I think someone is doing some serious plagerism here.

I am not sure if Sheldon Kopp is still alive. If I have the time, I might just drop a dime, if someone is willing to listen.

Georgy Update

Dear Blogbrains,

I think Georgy has abandoned her blog.

I don't blame Georgy. If I was as sexy as Georgy, I would be doing other things also.

I wonder what she is doing though. Perhaps she is being caressed by an adoring lover -- in cozy cottage nestled in the Swiss Alps -- or I don't know ... some place exotic and sexy that I cannot think of right now. I don't know whether Georgy is hetero or not, but whoever she is with, I imagine this person is very blonde and delicious looking.

Perhaps Georgy is planning on running for political office? Who knows?

I think Georgy is from Oakland. I think Georgy ought to oust that son-of-a-bitch, Jerry Brown from the Mayor's office. I really hate the bastard. He has become a real right-winger.

And you know what's weird? Huff. Arianna Huffington is becoming a left-winger. It is hard to conceive that Huff, with all that vitriolic, primeval hatred brewing inside her heinous innards, really identifies with the left. I think she is just an opportunist. The right was just too crowded, so she found a niche -- the left. There ain't too many pop-leftists these days. I can think of two -- Moore and ahhhh, what's his name ... the SNL guy from Minnesota.

Fuck, where is Georgy?

It is so lonely here in blogland without her.

My Failed Love-Life

My Message To Kate

Dear Kate,

I am going through a hard time in my life right now. I am having great anxieties over money as well as a medical problem, though it's not life threatening.

I should not have written you, because this is not a good time for me to meet new people, but I guess I felt lonely, so I did.

You seem like a really nice woman. I'm really sorry that I am unable to be sociable right now. I would have liked to have seen you in person.

I sort of feel like a real asshole. I hope you do not take this as a rejection, though it may seem that way.

Dickie


Kate's Reply

Dear Dickie,

Thank you for your response. One of my all-time favorite lines from a movie: "Life is pain, and anyone who tells you anything different is trying to sell you something." I am actually having some financial woes of my own (although they are of my own doing, and not catastrophic by any means) AND I just went through a health crisis, too, so I can certainly appreciate where you are coming from. My health issue was non-life-threatening, too, but still crummy. I actually kind of float in and out of doing the on-line dating thing to meet people because I'll have a few not-so-great experiences and give up for a while, then the loneliness starts crushing me again and I decide to give it another try. Even though I am not at the greatest point in my life, I guess I still feel like I am certainly deserving of love in my life and maybe finding someone special would help. It would at least eliminate the problem of lonliness (which is a problem!). I had a professor in a Psychology class a couple of semesters ago who kept saying, "lonliness kills." I wanted to say, OK, I believe you......now what am I supposed to do about it?????????? I think it is kind of a "guy" thing to want to meet someone when all of your ducks are in a row, so to speak.

If you decide you would rather not correspond or meet, I would certainly understand that. If you decide that even though you may not be at a high point in your life, you might still like to meet a nice person to laugh with and blow off some steam, then feel free to write back. I have no expectations of being whisked off to Paris. Whatever choice you make there is no reason for you to feel badly about it, you were considerate enough to respond to my email and I think that says a lot about you. In this world of anonymous internet correspondence I think we both know that there are many, many "blow offs" where people are never even considerate enough to respond.

I wish you all the best, Dickie. Don't isolate yourself or put off chances at love and happiness for too long, OK? I'm sure you deserve all wonderful things in your life.

In the line of fire

Dear Blogbrains,

Today I attended a lecture, which is something very unusual for me. Getting out of the house to do something that is not an errand is unual.

I went to see Yonatan Shapira, a former captain in the Israeli Air Force. He is one of the 27 pilots who signed the “Pilots’ Letter,” refusing to serve the occupation.

I have seen another Israeli military guy before, who gave a talk about refusing to kill and fuck over innocent civilians in order to support the occupation of Gaza and the West Bank. So it wasn’t surprising to me that there were right-wing fanatics there at the lecture being rude as hell, argumentative, and general assholes, in an attempt to disrupt the proceedings. These people are truly the most obnoxious people I have ever encountered and bring great shame to the Jewish people.

I was sitting in the front row, and there is a real psycho looking fanatic on my far left, wearing this coat that looked a too heavy for Summer, despite the fact that it was raining today. He was trying to argue with the lecturer during the question and answer session. He was truly being obnoxious. I’m pretty sure one of the people who organized the thing asked pycho to leave and psycho refused to leave. Well, psycho is on my far left, and then another nut I discover is to my right. And then I grow paranoid. I start think that the hot brunette sitting directly to my left is also in on the radical fundematilsm, and I’m thinking shit … I’m in the line of fire. If psycho on the far left is packing some heat under that arctic coat he’s wearing, if he is a bad shot, a stray bullet might find its way into my brain. That probably would solve all my problems but I just don’t like surprises!

Normally I would not be so paranoid, but I know how crazy these people are. Some day, there is going to be a civil war in Israel. The crazies are going to refuse to leave the occupied territory – alive!

Well, I got out of there a few minutes early. I wasn’t taking any chances. These people make me nervous. They really scare me, because I know they mean business.

These right-wing Arab Bashers will stop at nothing to preserve their biblical, pissant empire. They think they have a God-given right to the occupied territories. Compromise is not an option with these people.

I feel sorry for Saddam

I had gotten drunk and lonely last week and wanted to insult you but was just too drunk to come up with anything even marginally creative. I am not coming up with anything too creative right now, but at least I am sober enough to form a rudimentary insult. Fucks!

I am waiting to see the "Magnificent Seven" on TV. I have always wanted to see this movie and have to sit through this God-awful cowboy movie called tombstone or something like that, with that skinny Republican bastard … ah what's his name … the guy in "Dances with Wolves."

Well, anyway, since I cannot creatively insult you in my current condition let me just tell you that when I am sober enough, I am going to really lay it on you. I'm going to insult you bastards so badly that I'm going to damage your frail little egos.

Oh, this movie is so bad. I HATE IT SO MUCH!

Okay, lately I have been feeling sorry for Saddam. He is a dictator, a man that is probably even more heinous than George Bush. And yet I feel sorry for him. Here is Saddam. He is deprived of a lawyer. What the fuck kind of a "liberated" country deprives its citizens of legal counsel? Now Saddam, I can at least respect him. When he is charged with invading Kuwait, what does he say? He says the Kuwaitis are dogs, that they were going to whore the women of Iraq. Now, at last Saddam is not trying to pull one over on you when he rationalizes his brutal domination over another people. Bush on the other hand … he tries to blind you with horseshit. Talk about "liberation" Removing a brutal tyrant. WMD. At least Saddam says it like it is. He's frank. He does not try to hide the fact the fact that his actions are immoral and that he feels like he has the right to do whatever the fuck he pleases.

Obviously they are going to execute Saddam. And Saddam is correct: This just theatre. A charade. They might even murder Saddam before he is put to trial. That would not surprise me. Let is remember that this is a provisional government, approved by the occupying powers -- The US and UK. They have no legitimate authority to hold this trial. What democratically elected official appointed the judges? I would like to know that?

And the media -- the handmaidens or the right, are claiming that Bush is insane. A madman. He's not mad, folks. Evil perhaps. But perfectly sane. There is little doubt in my mind that Bush is the madman.

I saw R. James Woolsey, ex CIA director being interviewed on a cable news show. And he called Saddam, a "Raving sociopath." Now, I'm not sure. Does this moron really believe this shit, or is he just saying it to help the Republicans? I'm not sure, but I'm leaning towards moron.

Woolsey went on to say that Saddam should be given a lawyer, and be "required to have a lawyer." That is quote folks.

It figures...

Decided to add comments

Dear Blogbrains,

I have decided to add comment ability to this blog. So starting commenting away, you blograin idiots, as I need someone to laugh at, or battle, or delude me into thinking I you are a mystery woman wanting to give me a hot night of sex.

So how's about a little fodder, you bastard human race!

I saw the Buk movie by the way. It was pretty good. A great writer he is, but what an asshole...

Bury the Goddamn Sonofabitch!

I have tried to be nice. I have tried to show respect for the dead. But fuck it, I'm tired of seeing the masses being hurriedly corralled around Reagan's flag-draped coffin like cattle. Don't these bovine-brained idiots know how much deficit Reagan racked up, how much environment destruction he was responsible for? What are these people, fucking morons or something? I don't even think they've raised the minimum wage since Reagan was elected. Reagan said he was declaring war on drugs, but the real war was on the poor. Reagan. Stinking bastard.

And I cannot stand all the stinking, suck-up bastards littering television and radio with their praise of the evil bastard -- and this goes especially for that sleazoid-soon-to-be-leader-of-the-Democratic-Party -- John Kerry.

If the stupid fucking masses are so hot to see dead Reagan, why don't they put him in a glass casket, and shove him into the tomb with Lenin, so all the sheep in the fucking world could see their Gods for all eternity.

Fuck Reagan. Burry the bastard already.

Radio Show Equipment Probably Working

Radio Show Equipment Probably Working

Dear Blogbrains and fellow Georgy Groupies,

I think that I probably now have the technology to do the radio show. You would not believe the torture involved in trying to ascertain the proper equipment to do a telephone talk show on a shoe-string budget. I will need to work out a few other things. Right now my primary focus however is shifting away from the technological problems of the talk show. There is still more problems:

My voice is very bad right now. The doc says it's from really bad acid reflux. He upped the dosage of the medication. Hopefully that will help. I don't know. I have had problems with my voice for years… I can't do the show unless my voice gets a little better.

A limited Internet Radio Station will cost me about $15.00/month. This will put pressures on my tight budget. I would really like to invite callers, instead of just relying on invited guest callers. This will require another phone line, which would put extreme financial pressures on me. I'm not sure I'm ready to do that just yet. Perhaps I'll run into some more money next month. Or, if that doesn't happen, I'm thinking maybe I could sell copies of my screenplays/stageplays online. I'm not sure how to work this one out financially. Maybe I could beg my sister for the dough. Maybe I could sell Communist Manifestos. Or Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVDs. Maybe I could sell naked photos of myself. Not for sexual gratification, but so that parents could show lazy children the horrors that await them if them don't find a job and a girlfriend.

Bukowski Movie

Accidentally, I stumbled upon a Bukowski documentary that is now playing in a small number of theaters.

http://www.magpictures.com/distribution/bukowski/

There happens to be a theater playing it that is not too far away, but it is a pain in the ass to get to and to park. My voice is really bothering me, and I'm under so much stress to get my computer program out, that I just said, "fuck it." I said the same thing when Joe Strummer came to a city about an hour away from Boston, where I live. I told myself I'd catch Strumm when he toured again. But that didn't happen. Now Strumm is dead and I'll never get to see my teenage hero. But the thing is, Buk is already dead. I'll never see Buk do a poetry reading.

Perhaps I'm just rationalizing my decision not to see the Buk documentary. Yet I fully recommend that people go. He is considered by some to rival Ginsberg in poetry. I knew of him mostly from his fiction, which is crass, subversive, extremely funny, and, at times, pretty misogynistic.

I have stayed away from Bukowski worship, as he is revered as a cult God by too many. And I tend to stay away from things that get too hyped up and popular.

I would have liked to have seen the flick. If it was only playing at an art-house that was more convenient. Fuck it...

Got Hate? Find an Arian Mate

Believe in racial supremacy? Having trouble finding a nice Arian girl to hold hands with, take to the movies, and do smootchies? Go through the Arian section of American Singles, and find a Fräulein that not only Ma, but the Fuhrer himself would approve of.