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.

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Georgy-Lex

Dear Blogbrains,

I just want to let you know that I am still working on the station. Buying equiment. Going crazy. Just got screwed by a bastard on e-bay. Bought something a week ago. No product. Won't respond to e-mail. Won't respond to my telephone calls. $23.00 down the drain and a lot of time pissed away. I sorta hate bastards.

BTW, Georgy Russell even mentioned this site in her blog a long, long time ago, but I overlooked it. She didn't say much about it, just a little blurb, but at least Georgie is reading her own blog about her blog, which is more than I can say about you blograin bastards.

I have decided to add some new Georgie related terms into the lexicon:

Georgyist: A person who adopts the positions of Georgy.

George: A man who really likes Georgy.

King George: A man that likes Georgy so much that he devotes a whole blog to her. Usually this man is quite lonely and pathetic.

Georgina: A woman who really likes Georgy.

Georgia: The state of being infatuated with Georgy.

Georgetown: A town that is predominantly pro-Georgy.


Guess what?!!! I plan to ask Goergy if she would like to be interviewed on my radio show. Not now. When I get everything up and running. Might be another month or two. But I definately want to book her for the second show. I have about a half million questions for Georgy. I hope that I will be able to get her on the show.

Internet radio show in the works

Dear Loyal Fans,

I have been very busy lately. I have also been growing increasingly frustrated and disillusioned with the shit exposure I am getting on the web. I feel like, what the fuck. What's the point?

I am working diligently towards putting together an Internet Radio Show. Hopefully by July. My major obstacle now is how to record telephone conversations without hiss.

I might poke my head in here, every now and then, but I have pretty much decided that this blog is a waste of life.

The radio show promises to be the most unique, radical, and funniest progressive radio show ever. But that's not saying much. We are going to do some serious Bush-bashing and, even some Bush-licking.

For those of you that are interested in my radio show, please e-mail me, and I will tell you when the first air date will be.

Get your freak on and still find God at BigChurch™

Did you think you couldn't have a naked woman straddled to your backside, shouting "giddy-up. Ride 'em cowboy. Yeeehawwww," and go to heaven? Well, you thought wrong.

Get your freak on and still be kosher with God, at BigChurch™.





BigChurch&trade is a Trademark of God ™. All Rights Reserved. Patent Pending. Fuck with our legal shit, and you're dead meat. That means you.

If your degree ain't from Texas, weee-el, you just ain't a man, or woman...

You too can become a sexually ambiguous law enforcement officer, by going to the University Phoenix…

Liespeopletell.com Lunacy

Below is a message I posted to Duke in the Liespeopletell.com forums today. It was once probably the greatest BBS on the net. Now it is one of the many causalities of Gulf War II.

Duke wrote:

"Sorry about not answering in a timely manner. I have been rather busy killing terrorists with a dull plastic knife. Killing heathens that do not believe in the perfection of our motherland, and the infinite wisdom of our leaders is a time consuming task.
I am sorry I could not help myself. Remember that I am the farthest from that kind of flag-waving-jesus-worshipping-homosexual-hating-suv-driving-so-called-patriotic-american. I am what the right does not like: A pagan Bisexual man that serves in the armed forces and is a extremely liberal Democrat to boot. Ok now that we got that out of the way, let us continue.

The reason why I have been so busy is because I met someone new. What I think is so funny is that he is also in uncle sams paycheck. Also, it is kind of hard to maintain 3 relationships and one separation going. I have a boyfriend in Georgia, a girlfriend in Rhode Island a soon-to-be ex espouse in Nevada, and a boyfriend in Germany. The amount of time and inventiness (is that a word?) that it takes to maintain these three separate people is running me ragged.

I am unsurprised that a place like LBP.com dissaeared. The madness that was ever-present must have consumed it, creating an implosion, a black hole.... I only hope that some of the close-mindeness from some of its members went with it.

I realize that this place is also moribund, and there is not much we can do for it, but continue to believe or failing that, ease its pain. This is Duke from Germany."

Dickie wrote:

I agree that you are not your typical flag-waving American. If you had not participated in the illegal invasion of a sovereign nation, I would not be needling you. If it becomes too much needling, let me know, and I will stop, although I doubt if I could ever resist calling you a smegma penised, uncircumcised gentile.

During the Imperial conquest Iraq, I divorced myself from Republicanism completely. There was an imaginary line that was drawn between me and them. I will not so much as talk to a Republican, unless he is giving me orders that I must follow in order to keep a roof over my head. The Right is an insidious cancer I believe, that must be extricated! I cannot extricate it alone, yet hope to get the bread together soon to do my Internet Radio program so that I could expose this vile carcinogen.

I like you, Duke. I really do. I am not just saying this to mitigate what I am about to say, yet it is very unclear to me whether you are my enemy or my friend. I do not know. You say that you are not a flag waiver, and yet you voluntarily assist the fascists to accomplish their mission of death, destruction, subjugation, and exploitation. So I am confused. Are you with me, or are you against me? You may not believe in the fascist's goals, yet directly or indirectly, you have helped them. The system cannot work without collusion.

I believe I understand your position, that I wasn't there, I have no idea why you were there, yet I know what a WMD is, and I know that they sure as shit don't have them in Iraq. I know enough to know that that invasion was illegal, immoral, and wrong, and no matter what your reasoning is, by definition you acted immorally by being involved in that imperial campaign.

I'm sorry if I have offended you. Because of the line I have drawn, I must consider you my enemy. Yet, on the other hand, you really don't seem like my enemy, and even if you are my enemy, I don't think it's worthwhile to alienate you, for while you might be my enemy today, you might not be tomorrow.

I hope that we can continue to keep an open dialog. I really don't want to fight with you. There have been some people on this board that I have deliberately set out to crush because of their political views, but I have no interest in crushing you. As I said, if I am giving you too much of a pain in the ass, I will stop.

I had to look up that word you used, moribund in the dictionary. You know, it was your persistence and loyalty to this institution, even when its founder aborted it, that convinced me to come back. I will continue to post here, so long as you are here.

LBP was an evil place. I believe that Runa is really a demoness. Perhaps the daughter of the Dark Prince himself, yet I am confident that we can rise above the evil. Also, I am confident that you will not spare me the details of what seems to be a very exciting sex life, though I really would find it far more exciting if you had sex with women.

Friday night drunken rampage

Dear Blograins,

Why do you think I call you blograins?

Because you suck. You're morons. Assholes. At the risk of sounding clichéd, you suck big elephant penis. In fact you suck worse than that. You suck the nastiest, gamiest penis available -- my penis!

I hate you. I hate you all. And next week when I get drunk, I hope to tell you of my disdain in an even crasser way, ya' lousy fuck bastards.

O what losers you are. LOSERS! You people have lost so much in life, you make me look like a winner. Fucks. Bastards.

Don't take it personally though..

My own Band of McBrothers

Dear Blogbrains,

Kerry has his Band of Brothers. They go with him everywhere. He is a big man because he saved their lives tens times over, or something like that.

I respect John Kerry. Not too many people could be a big war hero, turn peacenik, then be responsible for voting for 500+ American boys to die in Iraq for no reason at all. Kerry is a Man's Man. If he wants to vote to send our boys to die, well, fuck, they're men, and they could handle a little death. That's what being a big man is all about. And Kerry is a big, big man. He's got a whole band O' brother's to prove it!

I think it's bullshit though that Kerry has a band of brothers, and I don't, for I am also a big man, though not nearly as big as Kerry. I am going to get my own band of brothers. My own entourage to follow me everywhere. I am not a vet, so these brothers would have to be civilian. Perhaps they could be uniformed though. They could be my brothers from McDonald's were I once worked. We could call them the Band of McBrothers. How's that? My brother's would reek of quarter pounder, grease, and minimum wage. It would be one fuck of a brotherhood, let me tell ya.

Nancy Pelosi and Michael Jackson the same person?

I really like Nancy Pelosi. I don't have any real opinions about Michael Jackson, other than he's really weird.

Look at the pic of Pelosi below, then look at the face of Michael in the pic below that. Do you notice a strong similarity, or am I crazy?





I believe that it is really Nancy Pelosi that is with Liz Taylor, and that the House Minority Leader of the United States Congress is really Michael Jackson. They are one and the same. I am a little disappointed though that Nancy Pelosi sings such crappy songs with her hand on her crotch.

My Nose Herpes Scare

Dear Blogbrains,

I was just watching BCTV (A Catholic Network), and there was this weird show called Generation Cross, that was so weird that despite the fact that I am Jewish and an atheist, I could not resist watching it. And they offer this poster. It has all the cast members. And it the lamest, goofiest poster I have ever seen, and I wanted it, and the price was right -- it was free, and they say, go to our website, generationcross.com to get it, and I looked, and it wasn't there. They lied to me. Bastard sinning liars!

Okay, so I told you in my last blog that I would get to my herpes scare -- specifically my nose herpes scare, and when I say something I mean it.

Over the summer, all the sudden, I started getting all this puss in my nose. It was from these nasty scabs that were forming inside my nose. You would not know it from looking at me. It was thoroughly horrible. And I kept deluding myself … it will go away … it will go away … and I let it go for months and months. And then I see my GP. She gives me some steroid cream to put in my nose, but that makes me nauseas, so I stop taking it. I let several months go by, and then I see the internist again, and she says, you bet see a Ear Nose & Throat Doc. She tells me it might be eczema or HERPES. Eczema I can handle. I have it on my hands. It's not caused by an organic pathogen and it's not contagious but HERPES!!!

WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME, GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS. O LORD JESUS DON'T LET IT BE HERPES … DO NOT FORSAKE ME.

And I say to her, "is nose herpes contagious?" and she says it is, that I could even spread it by kissing someone.

WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME, GOD????

I haven't had sex for millions of billions of years, and even during the Jurassic period when I did have sex, I never had unsafe sex with my nose. In fact, I never even had sex with my nose, or put my nose remotely in a position where it could be contaminated by the evil herpes virus.

HOW COULD I HAVE HERPES? IT IS GOD. HE MUST EXIST. OR AT LEAST SATAN MUST EXIST, AND SATAN IS PUNISHING ME.

So I waited 2 months for an appointment with the specialist doc. (I already know this guy, he treated my reflux laryngitis.) And he knows what the fuck is wrong with my nose, right away. It's a staph infection. This thing is caused by a bacteria. He says it's very common. And I ask him if it's contagious, and he says "Yeah. In order to infect someone you would have to stick your finger in your nose and then stick your finger in someone else's nose, or in an open wound." This is not too easy to do. He gave this antibiotic cream. It is god-awful, and I have to jam this stuff up my nostril with q-tips. It brings tears to my eyes and it makes my nose run like hell. It's brutal shit.

Staph infections are known to circulate in hospitals, and I am fairly confident that I know exactly where I got it, as I was going for a medical appointment in a hospital at around the same exact time this crap started.

Well, I don't have herpes. No herpes here. Those ads on TV where these herpes people are running around on the beach all happy with there mates... well I ain't never gonna be that happy, because I DON'T HAVE HERPES!

The moral of the story is, don't pick your fucking nose!

Caving to the demands of millions of fans

Dear Blogbrains,

I have tried to distance myself from this blog. What is the point of this blog, I say to myself. Who cares? What is the worst that could happen if I stop insulting all you millions of blogbrain idiots? You'll live. You'll go on with your meaningless lives. Your banal existences. You might not know how exactly you will live, but you will somehow carve out a pathetic existence without my blog.

Yet, when I see the thousands of e-mails pouring into my inbox every day, begging me to come back, begging me to give you more abuse, I just can't resist but give you what you crave and desire.

Brethren blogbrains. I cannot and will not abandon you. I will fight on. Fight onward and upwards. And I will give you the blog dope that you yearn. You will feel lightheaded and happy to be alive. You will be high. Really high. You will not even give a shit that you've never had sex in your life, nor ever will.

We have a lot of catching up to do.

So in the forthcoming weeks, I plan to cover the following topics:

--My nose herpes scare

--To hell with Kuch. I voted for Sharpton.

--The scary picture of the beautiful woman who broke my heart

--Freedom.gov, one of the many fascist, propagandist websites owned and operated by the US government to brainwash the multitudes

--John Kerry vs. George W. Bush: Clash of the Retards.

--John Kerry: Is he running for president or is this just a conspiracy to buy ketchup.

-Georgy: A woman that I would really like to have as my Governor and make love to.

Just Click it

Dear Blogbrains,

I've noticed that the Republican National Committee is sponsoring this page via Google Ad Words. It is most likely not a PSA.

Accordingly, I encourage all my fans to click their ad, and all ads emanating from right wing bastards, as much, and as often as possible.

Dear Blogbrains,

Sometimes I think the only thing that keeps me from blowing my head off is that I would not have the pleasure of seeing my brains splattered all over the wall.

I was at recently at crockofshit.gov (oops, I mean, whitehouse.gov), and I am looking around to see what the fascists are up to, and begin to think, hey, I would like to have sex with Lynne Cheney, Dick's wife. I have decided it best not to describe the details of my sexual fantasies with the Second Lady. As for Laura Bush. Well, nahhh, George could have her. There is just something erotic about how evil and full of shit Lynne Cheney is. She just seems like the type of woman that is horribly deprived of sex.

Letter to Ernie


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Dickie,
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Hi Ernie,

I thought perhaps this was a letter from a beautiful women I had met at that party. But then, sadly, I remembered that I didn't meet any beautiful women. Or at least any beautiful women who seemed to want to contact me. In fact, I don't even think I met an ugly women who wanted to contact me. It was quite a depressing failure for me. Somehow I suspect you fared better than I did, although I do not want to know the details, as I am a very jealous person.

I appreciate your conversation that night, as it served to mitigate the disaster. (And also, you were the only person I seemed capable of holding a conversation with.) I think that I am somehow growing apart from my fellow Jewish brothers and sisters, that perhaps I should shack up with a nice shiksa and produce uncircumcised children that eat pork and believe in Jesus. No. On second thought, forget the kids, but I do want a nice blond, blue-eyed shiksa. I'm tired of being kicked around by nice Jewish girls.

For a guy that's afraid of XML, you sure got some high-tech e-mail going for you? PGP? That is like nerd rocket science. Even I am afraid of PGP and don't know how to use it.

I will swap you knowledge. I teach you XML. You teach me PGP. A fair trade. No?

I will be away in Florida, during the January 25th Tekiah event. I would not make it otherwise. I am a member of Tekiah. I give them money. I believe that their cause is just. But some times I really wonder if there is any pay off. Whether they are actually changing anything. Don't let me stop you though. You need to form your own opinion about Tekiah. I really don't know a lot about them.

I'm going away on the 21st of this month. Will be back in February.

Perhaps we can hook up before then, or after.

I will soon have in my possession, the greatest propaganda movie made of all time: I AM CUBA. If you don't know about it, it was a joint Soviet/Cuban production. I think you would like it. Anyone sane should like it. If you know of any movies at the box office that aren't crap, or are at least only partly crap, we could do that to ... or whatever. I don't have your phone number. Here's mine:

617-555-5555

Talk to you later.

Dickie

Dear Blograins,

As part of our ongoing effort against fascism, I present you with a letter to the imposters at the good ole Department of Telecommunications and Energy.

If Mary Cottrell writes back, I'll let you know what she says, but I cannot legally publish the words of a postal letter.


Dickie Richards
Georgytown, USA
5 January 2004


Mary Cottrell, Secretary
Department of Telecommunications and Energy
One South Station, 2nd Floor
Boston, MA 02110

Dear Secretary Cottrell,

On 11 November 2003, I called the Department of Telecommunications and Energy for your assistance with a problem I was having with Comcast. I spoke to Beverly. I told Beverly that Comcast was billing me for a custom ring telephone number that I had ordered from Comcast when I set up the account with them, yet the custom ring telephone number was never activated. I also told Beverly that I had brought this issue up with Comcast on several occasions, and they had failed to rectify the problem.

Beverly got back to me shortly afterward, and dictated to me something which seemed to have been written by Comcast. I say this, because what was being dictated to me, was essentially the same statements that Comcast had made to me. When I told Beverly that I was not satisfied with her response, that she was merely repeating to me what Comcast was saying, she told me that "This is what I needed to do." (Referring to the statement she had dictated to me). In response to my statement that I still am having a problem with Comcast, she stated that "If you have any further questions, you need to take them up with Comcast."

I also asked Beverly for a copy of what she dictated to me. Beverly refused to comply with this request, and went on to tell me that your department does not fulfill such requests.

On 20 December, Comcast finally delivered the service that they had been billing me for, for several months. I have not yet received full reimbursement, which includes the cost of reinstating my old Verizon telephone service in order to transfer the custom ring number over to Comcast. Comcast has told me they would reimbursement me, yet they seemed unwilling to put this in writing. I have recently submitted the Verizon bill to Comcast.

Although my issue with Comcast has not yet been fully resolved, this is not why I am writing you. I am writing you because I was deeply troubled by my experience with your office.

After my last conversation with Beverly, it left me feeling as though your department, which, from my understanding is supposed to make sure that the utilities do not abuse and exploit their monopoly advantage, is doing just the opposite -- that your real function is to validate the contemptuous way in which the utilities treat their customers. Whether this is true or not, I cannot say, because I cannot make sweeping statements about your department, based on my experience alone.

What I am deeply disturbed about -- what has motivated me to write this letter, is your department's abject refusal to turn over to me, records pertinent to my case.

You are a government agency. What right have you to withhold from me, information that a regulated utility has stated in defensive of its failure to provide me the services I had paid for? I assert that your department has no right whatsoever! And if you can come up with this right, I'd like to see where you got it from.

If we are to call our system a free and open democracy, we cannot have Government departments withholding information from citizens. Otherwise the Government is no longer governing, but aiding and abetting criminals.

I demand that you make available to me, all records pertaining to my complaint against Comcast, including any statements made by Comcast about my complaint.


Sincerely,




Dickie Richards

cc: Representative Kay Khan
cc: Senator Cynthia Creem

Dear Blogbrains,

This is a letter I wrote to my Public Housing Office. They did not respond. I asked them if they got the letter. They answered affirmatively. That they were working on it. (My ass.) I did not press the matter. Did not want to make waves. I have changed the names in the letter out of fear of reprisal. I just wanted to show you how the fat cats running the Welfare State, couldn't care if the house burnt down.



Georgy Groupie
Georgetown, GA
4 January 2004

My Public Housing Authority
The Executive Director
Anonymous Public Housing Authority, USA.


Dear Mr. Public Housing Athority Executive Director,

I am a resident of Anonymous Housing. Two weeks ago, I called the Housing Authority office to report a problem with my stove. As I was using the stove, I was alarmed to see and hear two loud sparks, complete with flashes of light, which I suppose were short circuits in the wiring of the stove controls. After the event, one of the burner indicator lights would not shut off, even when the burner was completely turned off, and not producing any heat. I unplugged the stove’s power cord and called Anonymous Housing to see if they might be able to look at the problem.

Jimbo came shortly afterwards. As always, Jimbo was courteous and professional. He plugged in the stove, assured me that it still worked, and indicated that if I had any more problems with it, I should contact Anonymous Housing. The stove continues to function, and there have been no more short circuits. Nevertheless, one of the burner indicator lights remains on twenty-four hours a day.

I am writing because I am concerned about this problem for a number of reasons. First, I worry that it may be an indication that the wiring in the stove has deteriorated to the point that it represents a fire or shock hazard. I also worry that someone, including my elderly mother, who needs to be supervised when she comes over to visit me, might end up getting burned because of the confusion over which burner is on.

For the safety of my mother, as well as the elimination of a possible fire hazard, I would be grateful if you would please fix the oven so that the indicator light accurately indicates whether the burner is on or off.

Sincerely,




Georgy Groupie

Apology to Germans

Dear Blogbrains,

I would like to take this opportunity to apologize for some of the statements I made in my previous transmission against my German brothers and sisters.

Since that fateful drunken blog, thousands of angered Germans have wrote to tell me, "Aufmerksamkeit! Sterben Sie Jude."

I am not exactly sure what this means, but I am assuming that my German friends are trying to tell me that they are upset and hurt by some of the nasty things I said about them..

While I was drunk, I want you to know that that is no excuse, and I take full responsibility for my actions. I have nothing against Germans. In fact, I love Germans. Love them as much as Germans love David Hasselhoff. More.

Dear Blograins,

I guess I am feeling a little frustrated. Frustrated, because you're such goddamned assholes. I am bored you see, perhaps a little lonely and a little drunk at 5:49 in the morn, and have nothing better to do than to tell you of what pricks you. Why … why are you pricks? How the hell should I know ... you're the pricks, not me. I'm just a lonely old guy, severely oppressed by bastards.

Moron fucking bastards.

Tell me, who reads blogs? I mean, what is your problem? Are you sexually deprived? Sexually depraved? Or are you just assholes? I mean, what is wrong with you people?

I recently discovered a new beer. Actually it's an old beer. It's a Nazi (ahum German beer) called Dinkel Acker. And while the good ole Germans aren't busy cooking up people in ovens, they're busy brewin' up best damn beer in all of the world. It's called Dinkel Acker. I tasted their light beer variety over a decade ago, and it's no big deal, but their dark beer is virtually the answer to all of life's problems.

It's got a good bite to it, not sweet like Becks dark (another great beer). Perhaps a little too acidic, just a little, yet it magically doesn't make me feel like shit after I drink a few of them. You could drink these things into the grave and never even know it. It's an alcoholic's dream.

I see they got Saddam.

Yay Bush! Bushy's gonna scrounge up a little kangaroo court to assassinate the bastard. Yay Bush! Fuck.


Blogbrains Bastards.