I wish I were a Muppet

No sophistry can rebut this: Giant pitcher pot smoking sun of a gun licuanum or something of the other has just wont the Cy Young. Pot=amazing pitchers.

There seems to be a lacuna of post (at least compared to November). Good ideas in the pipeline. Much more writing anon. Bye Andy.

Oh Yeah

The Ponies are rolling strong. Don't call me the come-back kid. Just call me Ali. I take Tsun Tzus or whoever, advise very seriously, very seriously to my heart; keep friends close and keep your enemies closer. I beat only those closest to me.

Here are other early Christmas wishes:

Maybe one day Presidents will coda speeches with something other than God bless the United States of America. Jesus must be tired of blessing us all the time. Let's give him about a 324 year break. And shouldn't we be asking instead of demanding? God can you bless the United States?

Heroes. OK if someone is a police officer, a firefighter and dare I say, I do dare, a soldier does not qualify them as a hero. Does attending a university make you a genius, even Harvard? Most likely no. Actual geniuses comprise less than one percent of the population. We do things for our own benefit. So, unless a situation presents itself where someone fought during the flight or fight then taking the facts into account we can decide if he or she is a hero. Cops, firefighters, soldiers are presented with opportunities that are hero like But, a mon avis most of the time they are doing their jobs. A diligent teacher who's hailed as the best xy teacher for xz reason is not a hero. And neither is a cop or a soldier who fights. It's what they do. And with the wars in Asia we really need to scale back the word. Or, strip all police officers and soldiers of their benefits. And see how many heroes we'll have left.

Representative Men

Some god gave me the power to paint what I suffer.

Nature is to be reported.

Now that's a loaded sentence

He who hath learned to die hath unlearned to serve. - Montaigne

Chinese won't buy our pork?

Really China?.. Have you been to China Star or All You Can Eat Buffet in Hialeah?

I don't exactly what animal (or animas) is in it but mmm it's delicious.

Thanksgiving Part 1

While I am in the cusp of my first fantasy basketball win there's a lingering tingle of pain from the lese-majeste defaming my good name in the facebook group.

(side bar for a second: There's many that find sexiness in opulence and abundance of skin)

I, however, do not subscribe to those feelings.

This Thanksgiving is going to be so gravy. The first thing I am giving thanks to is for Going Rogue. So much happiness and hilarity is going to come from the insanity of Palin's "book." Second, I am to give thanks for Hubie Brown being old and coming to his demise soon. As far as I know he's the originator of the: you have your Lebron's you have your Wades, you have your Shaqs. And it's crossed over into other sports. We all love sports. And writing on why we love sports warrants its own post, blog, book, etc. But, Jesus! a good chunk of sport broadcasters and writers are just fucking ridiculous. And it's much more outrageous than the countless pundits and political talking heads. At least those guys make crazy shit it up from time to time and raise some eyebrows. These broadcasters (and I guess you gotta give ex players playing reporter a pass; they're decorations) gotta have more to say.

Locus classicus: After the baseball World Series one of these executioners of original thought was asked what made the difference for the Yankees: "Oh you got your Rodriguezes, your Pettites and Jeters...etc." No no no!! There's only one fucking Jeter and he's right there on the fucking team. Drop the possessive S; it adds nothing. So I am giving thanks once Brown dies and hopefully the trend will die as well. I am also giving thank to Chad Ochocinco. For legally changing his name and being addressed as Ochocinco.

I am giving thanks to MathWay. Without you I don't know what I'd do. Also to Google Reader the purveyor of wasting 60 percent of my day. And Lou Dobbs for being such a fantastic asshole and hopefully running with or against Palin and whatever evil spawn will arise from the Tea Party sect for 2012. Which brings me to giving thanks to the Tea Party loons (I guess Glen Beck is included). Hearing so much about tea parties and tea bagging has been a highlight and honestly has made me a little tea-bagging curious.

The parking lot was as before

I walked with a goal
home safe, fed and warm
Looking down so my eyes won't cry from the wind
I barely noticed
As I walk by a dead dear friend
Looking all the more innocent in death
Soulless, stiff, statuesque
It's little form curved with black little eyes
How did you get there? How had it been?

And I walked by.
Shooked with a goal
To get home
To be safe, fed and warm.

Finding A Permanent Voice

I've written regularly for a couple years. Here (the nonesense mostly), journals, walls, napkins, panties. Basically, any medium that is permeable to ink I've tried to write on. And yes, the journey is still in the womb stage. I've long past the Picasso prodigal blooming. I'm hoping for a Cézanne-esque late brilliance. Best of all would be a long, steady climb like Hemmingway's or John Updike. I was thinking; aside from all the noted hoopla, Hemmingway was great because his words always carried weight. Reading most young writers or dead writers in their early stages the words are airy, light sometimes optimistic. Later writings, one notes the heaviness of life on the writer. Feeling, observing; year after year, a soldier of the arts. It can be as painful as any posting. Feeling, learning, submergence into the unknown is grueling work.
I am not poor. I am not hungry. I dress accordingly. My mental-health resources are probably near the top. That is; I can buy books, go see art if I wished, buy albums, watch movies, plays etc. And, maybe, one day after the story and I have gained enough backbone; the story of my self-laceration will be written. So far, after bouts of healthy and unhealthy living, normalcy, craziness, both, pain, love, love lost, force majeur passions and so on, it's been a brick on the foundation for my writing. And with so many bricks to go so a structure could be formed; it's long, strenuous work. My hopes for those I know and care for; in whatever you do to feel as fulfilled as I do when I get one sentence perfect.
It call comes down to; do you want your song sung? Do you need to have your say? Definitely, yes.

36 Point Perpetua

From George Orwell

"At that time failure seemed to me to be the only virtue. Every suspicion of self-advancement, even to “succeed” in life to the extent of making a few hundreds a year, seemed to me spiritually ugly, a species of bullying."

Very true Georgie. Don't we at times feel this way? Past teenage angst; a thumping consciousness can still be heard back there in the darkness of the mind saying; What are you doing? Are you doing right by you? These are hard questions. Which, hopefully, sooner rather than later, we need to answer.

"I am not a Know-Nothing. That is certain. How could I be? How can any one who abhors the oppression of negroes, be in favor or degrading classes of white people? Our progress in degeneracy appears to me to be pretty rapid. As a nation, we began by declaring that 'all men are created equal.' We now practically read it "all men are created equal, except negroes." When the Know-Nothings get control, it will read 'all men are created equal, except negroes, and foreigners, and Catholics.' When it comes to this I should prefer emigrating to some country where they make no pretence of loving liberty -- to Russia, for instance, where despotism can be taken pure, and without the base alloy of hypocrisy." -Lincoln

The relationship between Republicans and Jews fascinates me. The former is quick, even eager to defend Israel and cry for their protection (like they really need it). Huckabee just accused Obama of abandoning Israel; whatever that means. They are a small state much like a child left in a huge parking lot. Yet, most Jews are liberal or moderate Democrats. Their concerns and values from my experience (Curb Your Enthusiasm) is polar to those of Republicans. I don't get it. Republicans want it to many ways. If they were a sexuality they would be self-loathing bi-curious men who womanize.

Darkness in the night

People like Sarah Palin can be governor and have presidential hopes. It bothers me profoundly but I live on. People like Glen Beck can have a platform to spew hate and idiocy. I get depressed and begin planning what country I'd like to move to but I get on with it.
But I will not stand for a world in which Joey Greco is allowed to lie right to our face viz a viz our naive hearts. How could he?! After, watching hours of YouTube Cheaters clips. Let me ask you something Mr. Greco (if that is your real name) how many times did you fake it? Was it all faked???...Even our little vacation to downtown Houston. Down by where the wildflowers grow. Your jet-black neat hair undisturbed by the wind from the bucket of applied grease... gasp I can't on, I need water to wash down this betrayal stuck in my throat.
(5 minute break)
It doesn't feel great to be cheated by Cheaters. In fact, it's probably the ultimate cheat. But during my water break I meandered upon this thought; can we blame them? Being among cheaters led to cheating. Still I ask why. Is it because you're insecure Mr. Greco that you cannot gain ratings with conventional TV vigilante practices? Is this a cry for help? I did some Googleing and found a psychology degree accredited to Greco. Naturally, he would know all the symptoms of insecurity and respond literally by the book .



Coincidentally, I've been playing this old Radiohead standard "Just." Now, the lyrics have taken on new meaning. A personal, deep hurt. A new hurt. As the lyrics go:
You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

Yes Greco you stab yourself and that's what really hurts me. It was all you and really no one else.
I can only hope for a new fake-reality TV personality to torch the way out of the dark woods.A deus ex machina to the insolvency of my life.

A n B

I've been miserable at Fantasy sports and we Dems might loose in New Jersey and NYs 23rd. Connection? Of Course...post hoc, ergo propter hoc.

Additions to the Summation:

It's late; the time stand up comics rule TV. I'm glad I got to see the state of the industry. I can always fall back on stand up comedy. THis is a snippet view of my act:
"Hi yall, you seen the economy? That's some fucked up shit. But you know if a brotha from the hood were in office. I'm talking about the real hood where you gotta save your lunch money to pay the light bill n shit. Now you know we wouldn't have any of this bullshit because the brotha would have pawned and sold everythang in the White House as historical antiques.
And how about when Michele and Barack get into it? Cops show up all confused and shit to a domestic dispute to the oval office.
How all my ladies out there? ::female cheers, close up of woman cheering::[insert nauseating joke about the differences between the sexes] Weed reference,