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...

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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.

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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.