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Ground Control to Major Tom

Monday, January 11th, 2016

AS I WAS MAKING BREAKFAST FOR MY WIFE THIS MORNING I HEARD THE NEWS THAT DAVID BOWIE HAD..DIED…I handed her coffee and said, leaden voiced, “Bowie’s gone….and these people are just chatting away about this and that…” Moved, she said …”instead of openly weeping…” understanding immediately the gravity of the news…. In my mind, this called for nothing short of rending of clothes and gnashing of teeth….the same sort of feelings I had when John Lennon was stolen from us… In fact, it approached the personal sense of loss surrounding the passing of an old friend…maybe, it’s because I first heard Bowie at one of my first play dates with one of my lifelong pals…. Those first moments of incipient brotherhood forged in the cauldron of that epochal year, 1969 …we shared the singular sound and unforgettable lyrics of Hunky-Dory on the floor of his bedroom on Cherokee… Simultaneously, we turned and faced the strain… and now, almost 47 years…a lifetime later….and moments after the release of his latest album, this almost mystical troubadour, is gone…and hundreds of millions will mourn his passing…his generous invitation to join him and…” a couple of kooks, hung up on romancing…” echoing in those deep recesses of the soul where only music and precious few other things reside… Thank you, dear david, for sharing your inspired and profound madness with us all.. We will always count you among the artists most worthy of our love and gratitude..today, the heavens became a richer place with your Arrival…!

http://youtu.be/YQTENuQYgjM

eighty-eight

Saturday, March 22nd, 2014

Paul-Kate-DavidI’m writing this in memory of my step-father, Paul Crowder…who slipped this mortal coil back in 2010. Yesterday was his birthday, March 21st, which has been, traditionally, the First Day of Spring (like my wedding anniversary, which is on the Winter Solstice, it changes dates de temps en temps [rife with ephemera, my world is…{and  Yoda-esque locutions}]… this year, for instance, it was on March 20th*..? Screw that..!  It’s Paul’s birthday that marks the arrival of Les Sacres du Printemps for my family..!).

One of the Rites observed on this vernal borne, by those lucky enough to own one,  is “rolling out the ragtop” and taking that baby for a spin… up the PCH … or down Hwy. 11…or across rt. 9… or along some bayous…or maybe, just along CPW and into the park ….now, I love convertibles …but, let me say right off the bat (surely another spring [training]-O-centric expression [trivia question: what car had a dashboard push button transmission called “something-O-matic”..?] ) I’ve never been car crazy and though that fact has never bothered me, I will admit I’ve always known  less about them than I would like to (rotate tires, change oil and gap the plugs, that’s about it…) Click&Clack, from Car Talk, would not be proud of me.

….my first car was a ’61 Chevy Bel-Air, I got it from a guy who worked for my step-dad for a hundred bucks and it was fun to wheel that boat into the high school parking lot… then a ’61 Volkswagen (with canvas sun roof)… I replaced that little sewing machine engine 3 times before Bob Hume took it hill-climbing, forgot to put oil in it and poof..! there goes number four, at which point, and it gave up the ghost altogether…then… I got my first convertible, a ’65 Chevy Malibu, hand painted red (you could see the brushstrokes if you got close enough) with black racing stripes…drove it off  Batson’s used car lot on Poinsett Highway in Grinville, SC for 250 smackers…I loved that car…it ran like a top for a year;  then, had a massive…uh.. stroke(four..?) …somewhere on the same road where I bought it (but more out towards the Furman campus, you know… past Bonats)…I grabbed the plates, went for a stroll, didn’t look back…then my pal, Chip gave me a ‘59 Studebaker Lark to take to New York in ‘75…took a year and a half for the City to kill it (but it did)then, in  1980, I split for Europe and after two years in Paris, occasionally driving a friend’s sturdy, little, PooJovian box-on-wheels …”nameless, but in this world…” as the Rev. T. Lawrence in The Night of the Iguana was wont to say.**

 In ’82, stateside again, I bought my second convertible…a shiny, black ’72 MGB….heaven… and the first year back I was in Burningham, AL  and country roads were all about…like I said, heaven…. then to New York and The City began to consume my Shadowfax (that’s right, what else would I call it..?)…anyhow, then  on to the ’72 El Dorado, that annie and fifi(phillipe) and I drove to California and back…paul gave me that car for 50 bucks, it got 9 miles-per-gallon (but it also served as our motel many nights)…super comfy…New York ate it….then, my Dad gave me his old purple Camaro…parked it by the big Ukranian church on 7th St. (across from McSorley’s) and some kids stole it (and totaled it) and now we’ve got  Paul and my Mom’s  lime green ’92 Honda ( with 4 million miles on it…it looks like hell, but keeps on ticking).

 …So, why, when I just wanted to remember my much loved and now departed step-father , Paw, on his burfday.. did I feel the need to regurgitate all this, “my life on wheels”  stuff..? ( bear in mind, dear reader, that I thoughtfully left out Checker cabs; school buses[both big, yellow monsters and the “short bus”]; a  race car (a friend’s brother’s ZL-1 ‘Vette on the speedway track out in Pickens) , various motorcycles;;  loaners (a veritable automotive kaleidoscope); rentals(countless), and… that one 18-wheeler I drove(without  proper identification) to D.C. from Carolina for American Scenic (ok, so, I didn’t leave them out, completely) ….well, the reason is this:

I was thinking of Paul on his birthday and remembered that, along with my brother’s ’61 Buick Electra convertible and my own MGB… it was his Olds Delta 88, a deep chocolate brown w/tan ragtop and interior (and a monster engine that jumped off the line)  that was the sweetest ride I can remember…man, was that car a beauty..!  don’t know what happened to it, but I still think of it from time to time and it was the realization that this would have been my stepdad’s 88th birthday that made me think of it… So, there it is…88…Miss you, Paulie…. and I hope wherever you are …you’re cruising under a deliciously, warm sun with the top down, the air in your hair, and without a care in the world…  love, one o’ yer boys,  D.

* In point of fact, it was only on the 21st, 36 out of 100 years in the 1900’s (including 1926, the year of Pau’s burf  (“burf” one of my idiotion’s [amalgam of idiosyncratic affectations or better yet… idiotic notions]) and on sister janie’s 93rd burfday , it (the vernal equinox) will be on her birthday, March 19th, for the first time in almost two and a half centuries…! Man, is this compelling stuff, or what..?!!? (paretical..that’s parenthetical and rhetorical)..am I exhibiting signs of OCD..? (also paretical)

**N.B.  I mainly, hitchhiked, to get around during my two years in Europe…rides of note: a Mercedes Benz RV (outside Lyon) …and a Rolls Royce in Monte Carl… Oddly, no cabriolets picked me up over there…

The “I would prefer [not] to…” Bartlebeevian Proust…er…Post

Sunday, August 4th, 2013

Seeking clarity, testing memory, listing those things that have most excited my interest thus far, as I,

more or less,  freewheel,  my way through this life, barreling towards … what-have-you…my idea

is to assemble  lists that are wholly idiosyncratic, with as little objectivity as possible,  basing my

 appraisals on totally, personal criteria and then;  as briefly as possible (although taciturnity has never

been a signature trait), explain my passion for these honorees (if/when/as  the impulse arises).

Now, what would be really great, what would be stupendously spectacular (given much to hyperbole,

Dave…?) would be if anyone (friends or family) felt like adding a bunch of their own faves and/or

commenting on anything….

David “Dick Daily” von Teskeldwarf

The Zehn Liszts

I. Seven Words (…words…words) *

1.     Thrasonical….def.: boastful, vainglorious        my brother , as an 18-year old marine in Vietnam,  would often send me , his 12-year old sibling, letters signed, Johnny  the Thrasonical…(he  enjoyed reading dictionaries)  and the origin of this word from the mid 16th Century play Eunuchus by Terence and drawn from the character, Thraso, a boastful soldier, was perfectly appropriate…the word combines a pleasing  musicality and my deep and abiding love for my Brother John (now relaxing by the fire at the Omega Point Lodge and Spa).

2.  Bartlebeevian…def.:   favoring (in some way) Melville’s Bartleby(the Scrivener)I just made it up (I think), but, in any case, I find it very pleasurable to enunciate.

3.      Love… def.: that,  without which,  the Universe would cease to exist…  (loveananda in Sanskrit) simply perfect.  I also “love” all of Woody Allen’s versions of the word  that he has Alvy use while professing/confessing his deepest feelings for Annie Hall….in the Bridge Scene ( the same scene where he describes his paramour as “polymorphously perverse”… another charming coinage, I find endearing)  “…I lurve you… I loave you…I luff you…with two F’s..!”.

4.   chronosynclastic infundibulum… A point in space where, upon a person entering it, that person’s existence in space-time ceases to be linear.     So, I’m gonna pretend this is one word, although we can clearly see that it’s at least two (and possibly more). It’s one of those things (like Carroll’s “The Jabberwocky”  that I have never forgotten since my first reading of Uncle Kurt’s (I’ve always liked  to pretend that Maestro Vonnegut was one of my uncles…[I also have an Uncle Alby {Einstein} and, of course, my mostest,  favoritest of all uncles, my Uncle Willy {The Bard of Avon, not, The Great Ejaculator}])  Siren’s of Titan and subsequently, its liberal use throughout  Schlachthof Fünf   (I would like to mention, parenthetically, since I’ve just used it, that “Fünf”  is one of my favorite foreign words… and one of the few words in German that I find it fun to pronounce…. “Fünf, Fünf… Fünf…!” yep…it’s a keeper and so is chrobosymplastic infidigulum…erp.)

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II. Books

1.  The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings… J.R.R.Tolkien    does it seem terribly mundane…? yeah, well,  fuck it..!   It it was anything but, when at age 12, my Dad gave me five bucks to go up to Bookmasters at 34th Street and pick up four books by this Tolkien guy (which he had read during a week-long business trip to San Francisco for A.T.&T., where, a friend of his, a professor at San Francisco State, who had just put together a course on Tolkien, loaned him a copy of the very first paperback edition, which had just come out)…anyhow, I already loved reading when I visited Middle Earth, that summer of ’65, but, the combination of language and mythos and adventure and love and yearning and… and the endless, mind boggling imagery, therein, really bowled me over… I read the tetralogy at least once a year for the next 10 years, ‘til I was 22 and since then, a few more times, as well as cherishing the wonderful  gift of Peter Jackson’s films…He showed lot of guts to take it on and although he couldn’t cover absolutely everything, he really came through…(Rivendell was just as I pictured it..like a giant Knott’s Berry Farm [or I should say, my recollection of Knott’s Berry Farm] where I once cavorted when I was five… just before we left my home state, California and moved to New York).       The Fellowship of the Ring will always live in my heart..! 

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III. Music

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IV. Film

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V. Television

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VI. Plays

1.   Lysistrata’s Little Sister  by Mitch Hogue     There is a certain amount of personal involvement (read: total, as in: “..this selection represents both a degree of academic and artistic objectivity combined with a mess of  TOTALLY, bullgoose loonily, majorly, personally involved subjectively subjective subjectivity, as the playwright in question, is one of my dearest friends, the father of two of my [Greek] god-daughters, Chrissy and Jenny [gifted performers {and darling angels} in their own right]).  Mitch was a man/boy of prodigious talents with an unparallelled sense of humour, possessed of an infectious laugh and a wonderfully rambunctious face, with wild (joyously wild, not crazy wild) eyes and an expansive grin that lit up the room….!!!!! (pause for breath…..)  so there’s that…and then there’s the fact that he’s gone… and so absurdly young (he was only 45 when he left us).. happily, his great vitality is forever frozen in the rose-tinted  amber of our memories…and then there’s the fact that he asked me to direct his first produced full-length play, The Best Part, Off Broadway, the same year i turned forty, can it possibly that long ago…? He was gearing up for greatness with a number of projects, including a play entitled Comedy 101 [performed with his beautiful daughter, Jennifer, it called upon skills Mitch honed during his first years as a performer, doing Stand-Up in the City] 101 was the preamble to a proposed ten-part documentary on the History (and Herstory) of  Humour,  he was exhaustively researching  with an eye to developing it for public television; several commissioned works for the 400th anniversary celebration of the founding of Jamestown; and his one act plays, Gone Fission[sic], The Spear of the Nation (a brilliant, metaphorical  examination of the psycho-sexual depravity, implicit in Apartheid) and Lysistrata’s Little Sister which i never even had the chance to read..wait…but then..how…uh…why..? I’ll tell you why…’cause the magically alliterative nature of the title itself is so absolutely sublime in its near-perfect symmetry and brings to mind so many endless, dramatic possibilities that i have always cherished it as one of my very favorite “plays-in-potentia” . That’s why.

2. “The Canon”  …whose..? you ask…why, Will’s, says I, only He merits such a superlative sobriquet for His oeuvres, “The Canon”...only He has earned the endless accolades (from noble scholars throughout the four-plus centuries since he first dipped quill) that are best summed up in a line from Ben Jonson’s preface to the First Folio…“He was not of an age, but for all time!”   Well done, Sir Ben…or, as Stan Lee might say, “‘Nuff said..!”
Say, is this pirating of other people’s  words going to be a feature of my lists…? why not..? there are so many people with more wit than I (or is it me..? [ there....see what i mean..?]) anyhow, before Hamlet, and we, ourselves, lose our mirth entirely, i want to finish my valentine to the Bard of Avon with a few of his own words…because its quite simply the most comprehensive (and compact) expression of wonder at the brilliance of homo sapiens at his best and i always thought it was a great description of  He, Himself :  

“‘What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel! in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals!   (and then…because, who but He could craft such a desolate rejoinder…?)  And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seem to say so.” (that smarmy Rosencrantz, with his knowing glances…and now that i’ve started I can’t leave without hearing Will dish out the same “matter/anti-matter” treatment of heaven and earth…  ” I have of late, (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition; that this goodly frame the earth, seems to me a sterrill promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this Majesticall roofe, fretted with golden fire: why, it appeares no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.”

VII. Art

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X. Things

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PAT “THE CRETINOUS BLOWHARD” ROBERTSON

Friday, March 29th, 2013

http://youtu.be/VHpZeMcAa-0?t=21s

PAT…THIS IS YAHWEH SPEAKING ..!!! (ACTUALLY THAT’S A BIT EUPHEMISTIC, IMAGINE THAT MY TONE, AS I’M WRITING YOU, IS NOT DISSIMILAR TO LEWIS BLACK’S… WHEN HE’S ON A RANT) SO, AS I WAS..UH….SAYING… PAT, YOU TOTAL MORON..!!! I’VE ENDURED MANY DISAPPOINTMENTS SINCE THOSE HALCYON DAYS OF YORE, WHEN WE CAVORTED, CAREFREE (AND SHAMELESS) IN EDEN…AND SINCE THEN, UPON OCCASION, I HAVE, I WILL ADMIT, OVERREACTED (OF COURSE, THE FLOOD COMES TO MIND… AND …THE PLAGUES…[THAT WACKY FROGFALL, IN PARTICULAR...] MAY HAVE BEEN UNCALLED FOR…[ESPECIALLY, GIVEN THAT YOU'RE ALL FORCED TO WORK WITH THE RELATIVELY LIMITED INTELLIGENCE I {SOMEWHAT PERVERSELY} SADDLED YOU WITH FROM THE GET-GO] BUT.. PAT, PAT, PAT….HONESTLY, MAN…YOU BRING NEW MEANING TO THE TERM DUMBASS, I MEAN…..    REALLY…YOU CRETINOUS BLOWHARD ….!!!  YOU JUST SAID IT…!!!! I…NOT YOU… AM OMNIPOTENT… !!!! AND I… NOT YOU…!!!! MADE THE WORLD EXACTLY THE WAY IT IS. AND I MADE SOME OF YOU BREEDERS AND OTHERS…..NOT..!!! WHAT’S SO DIFFICULT FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND…???!! AND THAT’S NOT TO SAY THAT MY HOMOSEXUALS ARE LESS CAPABLE OF PARENTING THAN MY HETEROS, AU CONTRAIRE, AS THEY NEVER HAVE CHILDREN BY ACCIDENT, THEY OFTEN MAKE SWELL MOMMIES AND DADDIES WHEN THEY OPT TO ADOPT (MY OWN FOLKS WERE GAY, YOU USELESS DUFUS.!!) AND IT WAS NEVER MY INTENTION THAT ALL MY CREATIONS SHOULD PROPAGATE (CALL IT, MY ATTEMPT AT POPULATION CONTROL..!!!)
ME..!!! THIS IS PISSING ME OFF…!!!!
THAT I SHOULD HAVE TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO A TURD HURLING, WASTE-OF-MUD, LIKE YOU, ROBERTSON, IS ABSOLUTELY ABSURD…!!!! I GOTTA GO TAKE A LONG SITZ AND TRY TO CALM DOWN .T’ANKS AGAIN, PADDY, FOR SCREWING UP (WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN) A PERFECTLY DECENT DAY…!!!

Guns ‘n Gods R Us

Sunday, December 16th, 2012

Oh, for Christ’s sake!!! O.K….O.K. don’t  get excited…!!!  I’m not a religious man, or rather, as a pantheist, I believe that All are One and The One is All, ergo;  Thou Art God and I have little use for the external “personal” gods of the Judeo-Christian monotheistic/tripartite tradition …but the madness surrounding the Weapon Shops of Isher*  world we live in has me so flummoxed that I have to appeal to, (read: exhort) the Gods of Others…so, please…… (at this moment where many in our country celebrate  the birth of their messiah [even if the birthdate of this particular messiah was co-opted from the Mithra-ite winter rites and Jesus was apparently born in the Spring [according to many interpretations of the prophetic scriptures of the Christian Bible] and J. D. Crossan’s The Historical Jesus, The Life and Times of a Mediterranean Jewish Peasant, paints the picture of a mortal man, an extraordinarily compassionate rabbi [teacher] who taught, by proverbial and parabolic means, an ideological amalgam pieced together  from the Jewish traditions of his people, the O.T. (that’s Old Testament, not Operating Theta [scientology...is there any limit to the foolishness of Mankind..?]) and the philosophies and religions shared by the many travelers from the East (Near and Far) that he encountered growing up in Nazareth, a town so near the crossroads of the Silk Route and the Roman Empire…….please, as i was saying, understand… that i mean no offense to my fundamental friends.

So, once again, and this is an epithet that I hurl with as much (or perhaps, as little) irony as possible...for chrissake..!!!  Take big magazine semi-automatics off the market…!!! make bullets traceable….!!! Require waiting periods and I.D. checks (incl. remedial  psych evals.)…and make all gun laws federal and uniform..and ENFORCE THEM ..!  And while you’re at it…. make the standing professional  army very small …and if you want to go to war…? You gotta draft a militia and the people you draft (and their families) will require you to be damn sure there is a good reason to break out those God Damned (if She is a Just God) automatic weapons to kill our fellow earthlings,  at the taxpayer’s expense and with their lives at stake…you better be fighting for something that we all agree is worth the staggering cost, financially and in human terms, of WAR..!!!

Now , By Buddha…!!!  back to the question of gun control…!!!! every day of the year in this country children are murdered, often by other children and often with UZIs, Mac-10s, AK-47s and AR-15s (terrifying killing machines, all..)…and in an environment of paranoia, created by gun runners since time immemorial to protect their business interests and fill their blood lust-fuelled bank accounts.  By Zeus/Jupiter (actually wait, more lovers than fighters, those two/one)…By Odin All Father..!!!   (well, alright..! now there is a Warrior God…! By God..!!!) go to www.GodChecker.Com  where our blue-blooded American God, Yahweh, The Destroyer (cf. Church of the Sub-Genius)   is listed as first among deities in the Middle Eastern pantheon….and so i caution the godly gunrunners, worshipful warlords and generally greedy goombahs who rule this world (and more specifically, our country)…. remember the French Revolution….push people too far and you will too may, one day, hear the cry of , “Sortez les guillotines..!!!”

*would that it were that A.E.VanVogt world, where, though weapons are ubiquitous, they, magically, can only be used in self defense…

smugly elitist male model perfects superior smirk…

Thursday, September 20th, 2012

Unbefuckinglievable…!!! this bastard says ..”what i admire is the guy who loses a $22/hr job and gets two $9.50/hr jobs to  make ends meet…” with a big smile…so happy is he, that Americans will work 16 hours a day to make less than they made before he (Romney and his LBO pals) sent all the “high paying” (over $20/hr.)  jobs to Asia (where they became $1.25/hr.)  jobs and still vote for him….That kind of ignorance is certainly something to cherish in your electorate, alright…if you’re an unapologetic one percenter looking for votes. subsequently, our hero is overheard confiding to his 50,000 per plate dinner companions that 47% of the american public are useless leeches who expect someone else to pick up the tab on health and food and shelter, etc….of course, under even the most superficial examination it turns out that the majority of this 47 % (who don’t pay federal income tax) are the “admirable daddies and mommies who make $9.50 an hour holding down two jobs….making coffee and shining shoes, stocking stores and manning cash registers, etc…and , of course the elderly, and children ( now, in 1901, old mitenezer romney would have had them chained to the industrial revolution 12 hours a day….ah those halcyon days of early mormonism…(with sister wives abounding) and the military…oh, yes all those leeches in the armed forces fighting to protect the overlords’ interests or  offer payback for( real or imagined) slights from their feudal cousins across some imaginary line or another

The Planet of the Pink Pudglies

Tuesday, July 10th, 2012

It all started when The One stopped by an inviting, blue-green world in a small system on the outskirts of  Whirligig Galaxy J51 NW, to take a leak and stretch its chakras.   (IN GESTATION, thank you for your patience)

Class Warfare enters 9th Millenium

Sunday, February 5th, 2012

war..ugh….what is it good for..? absolutely…..profits…oh yeah..!!!! holy shite…! file under: “dispatches from the front….” …the situation is dire, friends…the way it stands is we number about 333 million peasants with a group of about 33 million rebels tired of the endless battering and raping of our people and our land;  and tired of being ordered to participate in the battering and rape perpetrated by the OverLords in the Defense of our Energy Supply and their Profits  abroad…arrayed against us in this pitched battle are several thousand scary monsters…with almost endless resources at their beck, these nightwalkers include the Zombie Mitt (a False Profit) and his BeneXfactors…romknee’s inner grope of pals are guise and grillz with names like Chase and Bain and Citicorpse, et.al. they are mindless, drooling killing machines bent on world domination and they have at their disposal the most powerful Praetorian guard ever assembled… with names like Mareen, R-Me, Air Forz, and Nay-V not to mention the CIA, The FBI, the police forces of Everytown, USA, The NSA, ATF, NASA(the Eye in the Sky)etc… etc…etc… all paid for and manned by the pissants..er….pleasants… but, all receiving their marching orders directly from Mitt and the Star Chamber… the most Bored of Directors that seeks to systematize its supremacy by actually electing one of their own… my god(I’ll explain what that means…to anyone who cares to listen)… to be continued…

A First Time for Everything..!

Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011

D.C.Daily

 

 

 

 

I’ve never reposted anyone else’s stuff on this weblog before, but the truthiness and “nail on the head” quality of this comment combined with the tagline which reminded me of my Dad’s use (exclusively) of vintage WWII swearwords, made me laugh and cry at the same time…I would only add that while i fully support the author’s indignation at the hypocrisy of your average politician, his, or her, characterization of “charity”,”handouts” and “welfare” as something disgraceful, is unfortunate, as i believe helping one another get through this life thing with a modicum of dignity (like maybe, a bed, a bath and three squares a day… okay… and maybe, if the situation warrants it, complete healthcare, a college education and the occasional movie [with popcorn]) is shameful neither for the giver nor the receiver. At any rate…“Cut the crap, Dickie…and show the people the poster, fer chrissake..!”         Okay, Dad…………I miss you, Dad.

oh yeah…i forgot…

Tuesday, November 22nd, 2011

D.C.Daily

 

 

 

 

major addendum.

6. (stuff we could do) …..don’t forget to raise marginal tax rate on top 1% to……… 70% …they won’t have to lose a single house, plane, boat or servant…and… oh yeah (again)... while you’re at it …capital gains to 70% and estate tax (for any estate of over say…5 million)…you got it …70%….so now, everyone has healthcare and free tuition through grad school …looking a little better…in the history of Class Warfare over past 10,000 years…the bottom 50% has, outright, been cannon fodder…the next 45% has paid the freight…from 95th to 99th percentile has pulled the trigger and carried the “football” and the top 1% has pointed the gun (and threatened to push The Button…) with the exception of a few (relatively) brief-lived revolutions where the Haves lost their heads…hmmmm………………..( loathe as i am to suggest violence…it does sound…yeah, no…no…the Mahatma brought an Empire to its knees by turning down dinner… !!! satyagraha is the Way…it shows up the venality and outright viciousness of your Oppressor when they bring out the dogs and hoses[and billy clubs and pepper spray] and turn our police forces into the strike-breaking goons they employed a hundred years ago…unless…unless, of course,  the police rebel and join us...what a great screenplay that would be..!!!).

So…where are we..? oh, okay…ITS A WAR..!!! (not a movie) and if we, the 99% (or even the 90%), stick together…WE CAN WIN IT..!! Good luck everybody…dress warm and we’ll see you on the Streets..!

p.s. just signed the petition for 28th Amendment on campaign finance reform and its the usual suspects talking about how ” hard it is…. its why there are only 27, etc…etc…blah,blah..” we don’t need amendment to do most reforms….so, quit stalling …..with the billion we can establish a responsive democracy for the first time ever…!!!   NOW..!!!    RIGHT FROGGIN’ NOW!!!!!!!!!