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10/31/2009

Magic Eye 3-D

This one is good if you can hold the 3-D effect. It comes out of the screen at least two levels. Slightly cross your eyes until you get the 3-D effect and then you can relax them and enjoy.

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The state of being me

Nothing outrageous, insufferable, poorly planned, executed or conceived has happened lately. There have been minor intrusions into the world of peace an quiet but that's to be expected. I've been laying low. There's nothing I want to say, do and no place to go.

My microcosm is shrinking and I'm being sucked down the drain. It's just as well. I have too much junk, too many thoughts and too much time. My life is a library full of used, discounted books that no one cares to read. I don't either.

I keep waiting for that magical moment when I get my shit together, literally and figuratively. I prefer 3-D color dreams where I can fly. Soar over rooftops like Peter Pan. Cross international boundaries, be spotted by radar and play catch me if you can with military missiles. Like Zeus hurling lightning bolts, I'd grab them and send the back from whence they came. I'd have the voice of many waters or of Muddy Waters. I'd race beams of light across the universe.

I'd ride a bicycle across the moon like ET. Walk on air like Wile E. Coyote, Moon walk, shit talk, and rock. Wired, admired and desired. That'd be me.

Until then I'll stay in my disguise,  Mr. Anonymous, watching you from the corner of my eye.    Gene

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10/28/2009

Obama, facilitator in chief

Go along to get along,
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On the the 26th, two days ago, The New York Times called For Obama to end the cover-up of possible crimes by the Bush administration. It's pointed view is that, now, they are becoming Obama's crimes and cover-ups. The Obama administration is using the same "Bush-era argument that the executive branch is entitled to have lawsuits shut down whenever it makes a blanket claim of national security." The lawsuits stem from the government’s extraordinary rendition program, under which foreigners were kidnapped and flown to other countries for interrogation and torture.
 
I think the reason is plain, Obama is afraid of the CIA. He granted immunity to the CIA torturers in April this year and his Alberto Gonzales, Eric Holder said:
 
"It would be unfair to prosecute dedicated men and women working to protect America for conduct that was sanctioned in advance by the Justice Department,"
 
which sounds to many, similar to the Nuremberg Defence; that the defendant was "only following orders."
The war crimes tribunal of Nuremberg established a set of principles, Nuremberg Principle IV states:
 
"The fact that a person acted pursuant to order of his Government or of a superior does not relieve him from responsibility under international law, provided a moral choice was in fact possible to him."
Our military has never held themselves up to the same standards established at Nuremberg. If we did I doubt that we'd be able to fight wars. Once free will is surrendered to a higher authority, the higher authority has an awesome responsibility, and because we are flawed creatures operating within a corrupt system, there will never arise an incentive to change.
 
We are being held at the mercy of our killing creations. Worse yet suspicion of government today amounts to meaningless protests by the too few who are easily portrayed as kooks and malcontents.
 
Now that Obama has adjusted and adapted to his new role as facilitator in chief, those guiding the machine will continue to develop new ways to kill, both literally and politically. We are at the point in our history where even "the most powerful man in the world" has to watch his back and be careful of who he pisses off.
 
He folds on the big international issues, isn't clear exactly where he stands on the big domestic issues and is loved for his sense of humanity.    Gene

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10/25/2009

Keith rips them a new one but damn, it should have been me

Since we're the same age and have the same political philosophy, Billy Boy Arnold - It Should Have Been Me.mp3

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American Classic

Thanks, again, to Bernie K,David 1.jpg                                   

After a two year loan to the United States, Michelangelo's David is being returned to Italy .

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Cow Manure

Thanks to Bernie K.
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Political Science For Dummies

DEMOCRAT


You have two cows.
Your neighbor has none.
You feel guilty for being successful.
You push for higher taxes so the government can provide cows for everyone.

 

REPUBLICAN


You have two cows.
Your neighbor has none.
So?

 

SOCIALIST


You have two cows.
The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.
You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow.

 

COMMUNIST


You have two cows.
The government seizes both and provides you with milk.
You wait in line for hours to get it.
It is expensive and sour.

 

CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE


You have two cows.
You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.

 

BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE


You have two cows.
Under the new farm program the government pays you to shoot one, milk the other, and then pours the milk down the drain.

 

AMERICAN CORPORATION


You have two cows.
You sell one, lease it back to yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one.
You force the two cows to produce the milk of four cows.
You are surprised when one cow drops dead.
You spin an announcement to the analysts stating you have downsized and are reducing expenses.
Your stock goes up.

 

FRENCH CORPORATION


You have two cows.
You go on strike because you want three cows.
You go to lunch and drink wine.
Life is good.

 

JAPANESE CORPORATION


You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.
They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains.
Most are at the top of their class at cow school.

 

GERMAN CORPORATION


You have two cows.
You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour.
Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.

 

ITALIAN CORPORATION


You have two cows but you don't know where they are.
You break for lunch.
Life is good.

 

RUSSIAN CORPORATION


You have two cows.
You have some vodka.
You count them and learn you have five cows.
You have some more vodka.
You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
The Mafia shows up and takes over however many cows you really have.

 

TALIBAN CORPORATION


You have all the cows in Afghanistan , which are two.
You don't milk them because you cannot touch any creature's private parts.
You get a $40 million grant from the US government to find alternatives to milk production but use the money to buy weapons.

 

IRAQI CORPORATION


You have two cows.
They go into hiding.
They send radio tapes of their mooing.

 


POLISH CORPORATION


You have two bulls
Employees are regularly maimed and killed attempting to milk them.

 

BELGIAN CORPORATION


You have one cow.
The cow is schizophrenic.
Sometimes the cow thinks he's French, other times he's Flemish.
The Flemish cow won't share with the French cow.
The French cow wants control of the Flemish cow's milk.
The cow asks permission to be cut in half.
The cow dies happy.

 

FLORIDA CORPORATION


You have a black cow and a brown cow.
Everyone votes for the best looking one.
Some of the people who actually like the brown one best accidentally vote for the black one.
Some people vote for both.
Some people vote for neither.
Some people can't figure out how to vote at all.
Finally, a bunch of guys from out-of-state tell you which one you think is the best looking cow.

 

CALIFORNIA CORPORATION


You have millions of cows.
They make real California cheese.
Only five speak English.
Most are illegal.
Arnold likes the ones with the big udders .

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10/21/2009

Great Balls of Fire

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10/20/2009

If you love it so much, why don't you marry it?

 Olivia Newton-John - I Honestly Love You.mp3

Hello my companion through thick and thin,
 
Dear Blog,  I can't tell you how much you mean to me. You are always there and never judge. While what you give isn't love,  I'll take it over love. Love hurts and never seems to be what it should. Love leaves me cold, but you dearest Blog leave me warm, invigorated and fulfilled.
 
Remember the time we made fun of Tom Delay? We imagined him masturbating in the backseat of a car being driven by George W. Bush. Hahahahah, we called him "Hot tub Tom."
 
You've helped me through financial issues, medical issues, family issues and issues in general. I don't know where I'd be without you.
 
You're so darn cute and you're all mine. I love you Blog O' Mine. I love you.  Kisses,  Gene
 

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10/19/2009

I get it DONE!

It's Monday, time to relax, I've got all the time in the world to get it done. If it doesn't get done today, because I've had one hell of a weekend, tomorrow's only Tuesday and surely I can get it done on Tuesday.
 
Time rolls on and all those little jobs that I've planned on doing have been set back, it wasn't my fault. I meant well and Wednesday is a reasonable deadline besides I'm broke and nothing gets done without money, gas, postage, food, all cost money, in fact I'm sitting here racking up the bills, the heating and light, water, sewage, damn there's wear and tear on the body, clothes wear out, the car wears out, we're almost out of coffee and Columbian is through the roof. What? I should drink coffee that I don't like as much because it's cheaper? Not on you life.
 
No one's returning calls. What am I chopper liver? Time to write a nasty letter. Why can't I have a one size fits all nasty letter? Like a "get it off your chest" form letter. Something like:
 
Sirs,
 
You have committed the ultimate sin and pissed me off, prepare for the consequences!
 
Your's truly _________________
Too non-specific. Maybe a categorized selection:
 
  • Legal
  • Personal
  • Automobile related
  • Ebay
  • Utilities
  • Medical
  • Political
  • Stupid, impossible to classify
  • Banking
  • Insurance
    • Home
    • Car
    • medical 
    • Life
Damn, I could subcategorise everything and having all those form letters would be more trouble that writing a specific one. Forgetaboutit.
 
Getting back to the subject at hand, it's Wednesday and I still have the things that I wanted to get done on Monday plus accumulated things pending. I'm disgusted, it's pushing it, but I'll do it tomorrow.
 
It's tomorrow and I'm still disgusted only now I'm nervous that things won't get done and no one's returned any calls yet. I don't know whether to shit or go blind.
 
Friday's here and everyone leaves early or takes Friday off. Why does everyone have a charmed life but me?
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After the weekend I'm going to get serious about all this shit. I'm a responsible person and no one's fool. Think you can shit on me? Think again potty boyz. I'm da man, and I'm getting it DONE.    Gene

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10/18/2009

Must fight them over there so the rich can fuck us over here

Oh, woe is us in this "all or nothing" land. Since only a few at the very top of the food chain, Goldman Sachs jumps to mind, do have it all, the rest of us are left with the shards, scraps and virtual nothings of a country coasting on its glory days, coasting to a stop and a quick reverse.
 
Goldman Sachs earned $3.2 billion in the third quarter, as revenue from trading rose fourfold from a year ago. "Revenue from trading." Here we go again. No Factories, no steel plants, nothing that would insure employment, wages or health care for the ragged plebeian but "trading". I'd like to do some trading of my own, first, I'd trade all those SEC regulators that cut their teeth at Goldman Sachs for some outside people, maybe put Elliot Spitzer in charge of finding and hiring them. I'd trade the concept of "too big to fail' in for a new phrase, "just too big period", as Robert Reich was so fond of saying. Then I'd make the rich pay, they use more of their share of the public commons than anyone else: the courts, the roads, the air waves the waterways and are all polluted by their stench. If they can't buy it, they lobby to have the regulations made favorable to their selfish usage and of course there's the "good old boy" network to keep things in check should all else fail.
 
These things are prevalent on all scales of government, but the most heinous are reserved for the federal governmentt, i.e., our shadow operations: the CIA, military intelligence, and a thousand other unknown and unheard of acronyms meaning one thing, find em, round em up, use whatever means to get information and then either bury them or send them of off to foreign prisons where they can struggle like rats to survive.
 
Billions in boxes shipped to Iraq, October surprises and arms, arms, arms, always arms shipped to the highest bidder, today our ally, tomorrow our enemy. War engenders so many illicit ways to make a fortune, no wonder we never stop finding reasons to keep bombing, killing and in our endless piques of self righteousness, thumb our nose at any international organization that we helped form to keep checks and balances on nations that would do, had they the might, the very things we do.  
 
Am I crazy? Am I seeing conspiracy theories under the bed? I'm afraid not, one needn't look too far to find factual information that most of our babified media won't report. In Harpers this month there's a story of attrtion:The intelligence factory: How America makes its enemies disappear—By Petra Bartosiewicz (Harper's Magazine) about how we winnow away our threats, mistakes and contrivances through the use of force, torture, prematurely faded memories and out and out lies, we condemn, mostly mid-easterners that won't comport to our way of life and may or may not have terrorist connections to beatings, shootings, death and imprisonment all in the name of Home Land Security, that lovely catch-all that we use to legitimise thug mentality. It's happening all over the world and we are behind it. 
 
But here at home we are in Happy, Happy Land at least we try to be and the medical establishment, which has become no more than a high stakes drug pusher, does it's best to insure that we are. Goldman Sachs be damned, rising poverty levels be damned, foreign interloping be damned, our souls? Damned along with the rest.
 
So we end up poor and hated worldwide. What will the rich do that they haven't already done? Build internment camps? Brand us on our foreheads? No, they will always need us to fight their wars. To propagandise, to see how far they can push the human envelope before it folds. To wave their flags and cry don't shoot until you see the green of their money.
 
Enlistment for all branches of the military is up from last year. No job, no college, why not spin the wheel of death and see what happens? Can it be worse that living in squalor, without a job, car, money or hope? The boys roll out, the coffins roll in. Some mother in Pakistan just lost her son in a drone attack. Another family will hate us forever and we say our boy died for your freedom, don't you feel guilty, shouldn't it have been you dying for your own freedom?  Ashamed and disgusted,   Gene

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