09/30/2009
Subliminal positive reinforcement
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09/29/2009
Warring Hummels and other non sequiturs

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09/26/2009
Cats
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09/24/2009
Choir of small insects
Two black men and a bug man,
It seems that everyone has something to say. People with no more oratory skill, or knowledge than Sarah Palin are given a world stage to pontificate on things far beyond their ken. Worst still, credentials have been replaced by notoriety: *Tom Delay, **Ken Blackwell and ***Alan Keyes come to mind but the choices are endless and the nation's premier nut house (Washington) is rife with choices.
Like a cricket's stridulation we are incessantly beaming our noises into the ether, but, while Crickets have their "ears" located on the knees of their front legs, we have our heads up our asses., probably accounting for the shitty discourse that passes for normal today. And let us not forget that the most beautiful array of Peacock feathers emanate from his anus.
All this is to say that our sometimes beautiful, floral speeches are as much meant to attract as our outraged screeds are to repel. Although we wish words alone could do the trick, it isn't that easy, words, in no way, necessarily define our thoughts or positions.
What does define our ethos, logos and pathos then? Just like momma used to say, "Our actions speak louder than our words." It's our actions that matter, call it what you will, but our refusal to be civil and moral, check that, a refusal to do what's required of us to be upright human beings, we fail to florish, and while branding it as good policy, it is as selfish and thoughtless as it is expedient and in most situations, ruthlessly discharged.
Man's default position is to be always be stuck in a decreasingly spacious box. Some start off in large boxes and some in small ones. To push back has limited value. Like Obama and his people we can hope to not lose more ground, or, like Alexander the Great we can cut the Gordian knot that ties us to our potential fate and in one decisive, bold stroke free ourselves from the bonds that hold us powerless . . Gene
*In 2005, a Texas grand jury indicted DeLay on criminal charges that he had conspired to violate campaign finance laws during that period. DeLay denied the charges and pled not guilty, saying they were politically motivated and the law he was indicted under did not apply until later,
**Ohio voters sued Blackwell on August 31, 2006 in a case called King Lincoln Bronzeville Neighborhood Association v. Blackwell in which individual voters and three voters' rights groups alleged that, in his capacity as Secretary of State, Blackwell "allocated [2004] election resources in a racially discriminatory manner and instituted racially discriminatory procedures for provisional voting, purging voters from the statewide voter registration database, and maintaining the chain of custody of ballots. The complaint alleged that these actions led to the dilution and/or cancellation of plaintiffs' vote due to ballot cancellation and tampering, long poll lines, mechanical difficulties with voting machines, and unclear precinct boundaries." The complaint claims that plaintiffs reasonably feared these problems would recur in the November, 2006, election, and asked the court to appoint a special master to perform Blackwell's election administration duties in that election.
This is the same Ken Blackwell that wrote, criticizing ACORN:
As negotiations over Congress’s emergency rescue bill continued over the weekend, repeated rumors leaked out that the Democrats were trying to funnel money to a hyper-partisan organization involved in criminal voter fraud. I’m speaking of the Association of Community Organizations for Reform Now — known by its acronym, ACORN. Although ACORN was cut from the final legislation, it’s important to understand this organization and its long history with, of all people, Barack Obama. And it’s important to see how partisan this emergency legislation has become.
***Goofy black bastard:
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09/22/2009
My email to Fred Honsberger
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I get all bleary eyed
Death by one thousand cuts,
I'm waiting to hear back from Blogspirit, the host of this blog. I ask them a simple question about how to retrieve my deleted files. They sent me a minimalist reply that contained zero usable information. I think it was seven words long. The last time I checked ( I never really checked) seven words isn't enough wordage to explain how to open a bottle of Ketchup let alone retrieve blog archives.
I sent them a the same question a second time. They told me they had already answered my question, subtext: Are you stupid or what? I wrote them again, the usual disgruntled consumer complaint garboo, only this time I was a bit more aggressive, either answer my question so that I may retrieve my lost blog entries or refund my money. I haven't heard back yet.
So, I'm running on borrowed time using a service that I don't particularly like but having nothing else to replace it with, for now. Did I mention that the blog host, Blogspirit is a French concern? While I admire the French and their unique national characteristics, what other country could make a French movie as well? In the family of nations, they are the intellectual geezers, woman pleasers, and world renown cheesers. But will they refund my dough?
They, the napoleonic blog police, may use this blog as proof that even thought I asked for my money back I continued to use their product, so therefore your honor, "How dissatisfied could he really be?" "Your honor, may I speak in my defense?" Go powder your wigs you flaming French fags. (If I offended: wigs, flames or fags I apologize.)
Maybe I'll get my refund, big deal, 87 dollars, 57 Euros, but my blogs, my beloved blogs who gets them? Are they meant to wander forever like orphaned thoughts in the purgatory of cyberspace? Someday my children, my MP3 files, my youtube videos and my irreverent, desultory ramblings ...we will meet again ... farewell for now and may flights of Angels sing you to your rest. Gene
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