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Tuesday, August 31, 2004
I LOVE BEAVER Beaver Loves Me
I LOVE BEAVER
I’ve been watching those old half-hour black-and-white series from the 50s and Beaver is my fav.
The characters are so formal. The dad mostly wears a suit, and mom wears a shirtwaist dress, permed hair, and earrings when she is making school lunches. They have two sons…Beaver, the younger imp, and Wally, the older more collegiate boy. Wally has a friend named Eddie. Eddie is a charmer who says nice things just to gain favor, but everyone is on to him. So charm is for losers. Lumpy, a goof ball, is Wally’s other friend.
They are all nice to one another, polite even. And when Beaver does something stoopid, like climbing a billboard, the police don’t even arrest him. In the 50s stuff like that must have been allowed because the police are portrayed as a friend that would help you instead of the adversaries they are seen as now. They didn’t slap handcuffs on him, beat him with a nightstick, and he wasn’t on the nightly crime news. They just said don’t do it again and everyone, even the fire department that was called, seemed to be more interested in Beaver’s recovery (and well-being) than in punishment.
Another thing is the house they live in. It seems to be a modest two-story. What we would consider a small house today even though his parents seem to be successful financially.
If you take that time, the 50s, and .mirror it to now, you can see that people are more into materialism (a BIG house is a necessity) and less into caring for the children (moms were home and just the way kids are treated…more like potential adults than animals you throw materialistic bones to). You know how history always states that things get better as a society develops. What if, instead, we got worse?
Contrasted to then, it is apparent we have become more egocentric (I have mine.) and less community-based (Let’s make schools better, care for ALL children, and make the world a better place for EVERYONE) .
To me Beaver’s world looks downright alien.
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I’ve been watching those old half-hour black-and-white series from the 50s and Beaver is my fav.
The characters are so formal. The dad mostly wears a suit, and mom wears a shirtwaist dress, permed hair, and earrings when she is making school lunches. They have two sons…Beaver, the younger imp, and Wally, the older more collegiate boy. Wally has a friend named Eddie. Eddie is a charmer who says nice things just to gain favor, but everyone is on to him. So charm is for losers. Lumpy, a goof ball, is Wally’s other friend.
They are all nice to one another, polite even. And when Beaver does something stoopid, like climbing a billboard, the police don’t even arrest him. In the 50s stuff like that must have been allowed because the police are portrayed as a friend that would help you instead of the adversaries they are seen as now. They didn’t slap handcuffs on him, beat him with a nightstick, and he wasn’t on the nightly crime news. They just said don’t do it again and everyone, even the fire department that was called, seemed to be more interested in Beaver’s recovery (and well-being) than in punishment.
Another thing is the house they live in. It seems to be a modest two-story. What we would consider a small house today even though his parents seem to be successful financially.
If you take that time, the 50s, and .mirror it to now, you can see that people are more into materialism (a BIG house is a necessity) and less into caring for the children (moms were home and just the way kids are treated…more like potential adults than animals you throw materialistic bones to). You know how history always states that things get better as a society develops. What if, instead, we got worse?
Contrasted to then, it is apparent we have become more egocentric (I have mine.) and less community-based (Let’s make schools better, care for ALL children, and make the world a better place for EVERYONE) .
To me Beaver’s world looks downright alien.
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Wednesday, August 25, 2004
What is Outsider Art?
The first mention of outsider work was the idea of Dadaist Jean Buffet. He called it Art Brut. He was inspired by the work of the mentally ill and children’s art. And he wanted to use a term that was of his own making.
The word “outsider” came from Albert Camus’ book “The Outsider” which when translated into English became “The Stranger.” The main character is a man who is uncaring. He seems to be unaffected by anything…the death of his mother, a lost love relationship, and remains unaffected when he is brought to trial for a murder that happened in a stoic way, not out of passion or hatred. (In fact he seems to be quite emotionless.) He has created the greatest sin against man. He lost his soul.
I don’t believe outsider artists have lost their souls. In fact, I would suggest that they are the one’s who have fully embraced their souls. That is one reason why their work strikes a deeply resonate emotional chord.
Although Camus’ work is exceptional, it is a misnomer for outsider art.
Some critics believe outsider art is free of all pop culture influences. But is there such a thing? One artist I know has shunned teevee for years, still she reads magazines. Newspapers, the Internet, billboards…how could one escape such influences? Even in mental institutions patients are fed a daily stream of teevee. We are all part of this world and even though some of us may choose to escape via a back to the country move or finding a way to need very little of what the world has to offer, there is no escape. As all artists know there is only one way to survive a hellish nightmare. It is to escape mentally. While one’s body may take up space on a city block or a farm pasture, and one may have to work a factory line or be a school janitor to survive, the mind can be a million miles away. That is where the outsider truly lives.Another aspect of the use of the term “outsider’ contends that the artist does not show their work or have any gallery (insider) affiliation. Personally I have no problem with an artist being recognized. They don’t need to die for me to respect their work. On the contrary, I feel they should be given consideration while alive. The only snag I have in an outsider being recognized is that a gallery can taint an artist’s work. I would hope that the gallery owner could be kind and allow the artist to work whether a piece sells or not. Asking for ten red house paintings because one sold is a no-no. Probably the best way to protect the artist soul is to find them later in their life when they have already amassed a body of work and sell that. Don’t mess with the muse.
Many galleries and ebay, the huge Internet auction site, run the outsider work under the umbrella term folk art. Folk art to me is a relatively easy style to discern. It is the work of untaught artists and comes in predictable media…hand-carved canes, caricatured snake and alligator paintings, stuffed dolls, bottle-cap art, and the like.
Grandma Moses many-people town paintings is a prime example of folk art.
Much of this work is Southern, although not all. One caveat for the collector: there is a popular genre of folk art that is executed by decorative artists. It is taught throughout the country and is done using patterns. It is pure copy craft, uninspired, and has no collect value whatsoever.
One trait in common in all of folk art is that it is never confrontational. It’s easy to take and easy to display without making a statement that may offend.
What takes Howard Finster Bible Belt rants out of folk and into outsider is the in-your-face aspect. He says whatever he wants to say.
Northern outsider art seems to come from a different fountain. The imagery is more egocentric…consider the pencil portraits of Lee Godie or the wife photographs by Eugene von Bruenchenhein. It is an interior world we see in these works that is fascinating, almost claustrophobic.
Another offshoot is jail or prison art. Paintings of Gacy’s Clowns come to mind. And I know a person that collects hand-carved locks. Also woven gum wrappers and matchstick art is prevalent. This is the work of a person in prison or one who has done time. Certainly a con has lived outside the law, but I don’t think that makes them an outsider artist. Once a person is incarcerated they live by a strict set of rules, they have lost all freedom. Plus, since felons are no longer allowed to make profit off their injustices, they can no longer sell while in prison.
Do we honor horrific behavior by collecting the work of a criminal? This is a subject up for much discussion, which I won’t deal with in an in-depth manner here.
I should mention Tramp art. This is best defined by the exquisite hand-carved boxes that were done by hoboes, travelers, who sold the boxes for money to live. Some prisoners have also taken up woodcarving.
At many outsider art shows I see the work of Haitian and Mexican craftspeople. I would not classify these works as “outsider.” Primarily they are crafts that have been done in the individual countries for years. Haitian metal suns and Mexican tin-can Jesus pieces are wonderful Ethnic Peasant Art, just as Bahamian basketwork is.
Many critics say that outsider work is derived from a brain steeped in madness. Well that qualifier would may nearly every artist an outsider. Van Gogh chopped his ear. Gaugain gave up on his family, fled to the islands, and did painting upon painting of naked pubescent girls he had sex with. The rather recently discovered art of Chicagoan Henry Darger deal with little girls too, in a different way. Darger worked as a janitor for most of his life and never revealed his work to anyone. It was for himself, a way to work through issues stuck in his brain. Now he wasn’t insane. He held a job outside an institution. He did what he needed to do to survive.
There was a discussion a few years back on the ebay outsider art-listing site where a woman stated she had been in a car accident, which concluded in a concussion. She was unable to concentrate on a half-hour teevee show, read a newspaper, or even
She said the sensation was that of feeling like she would topple over at any moment. So at the suggestion of a friend she began to paint. Throwing away all proscribed ideas of painting (she didn’t remember them anyway) she painted whatever, however, not giving any thought to if it was “right” or not. Her work was (and is) raw, occasionally brutal, and connected to the soul.
Other artists and even some galleries that were selling on the site at the time took this woman to task saying that an accident doesn’t create an outsider artist. I believe that is exactly what can happen. When a person becomes an empty vessel, due to an accident, mental illness, or some other catastrophe, the soul comes forward to help the person survive.
I was lucky enough to view pieces of early outsider, Adolf Wolfie’s highly-patterned work at Intuit in Chicago last year. It was phenomenal to see it in person.
I would like to put forth a new term “Alienation Art.” In terms of what I like to collect, I prefer work done in isolation, work that is true to the soul of the individual. Outsider artists that belong to societies or work in a group are less interesting, since groupthink tends to taint the work of a single person. One of my early influences was the work of The Hairy Who; still I see some cross-pollination of ideas even there.
I am also not interested in outsider work that is heavily influenced by the work of major artists. Doing your own version of Picasso or Klee doesn’t interest me.
I am very interested in what I call the Accidental Artists. These are people that create art but would never call it art. It is the side of an aging barn covered with catfish heads from “a catfish as big as a man” as found in a passage of “Huckleberry Finn.” It is concrete people, hundreds of them, in an area of the country where no one will visit to see them.
Which leads to another area I like to collect…the All-Consuming Artist. This is a person, an individual who is going to make art whether or not anyone notices. They are on a mission to save themselves and that is in itself an on-going work.
As with all art, train your eye, and collect what you like. Live with it. Let it inform your life.
“Personally, I believe very much in the values of savagery, I mean; instinct, passion, mood, violence, madness.” ____Jean Dubuffet, 1951Subcategories of outsider art:
Goth-Gothic art tied to the Goth Movement, people who wear black, like piercings, go toward the “darkside.”
Piggies-Piggiebacks, Do-overs, new illuminated work done over an insipid painting found at a garage sale or Goodwill
Yard Art-mosaics, bottle trees, concrete figures, etc.
OOAK Barbie-the icon of dolls is burnt, destroyed, altered.
Pop outsider- flat shapes, think Warhol, can become too cute.
Robot Art-defining the alienation of society due to the Internet, usually comes from a disenchanted corporate worker.
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The word “outsider” came from Albert Camus’ book “The Outsider” which when translated into English became “The Stranger.” The main character is a man who is uncaring. He seems to be unaffected by anything…the death of his mother, a lost love relationship, and remains unaffected when he is brought to trial for a murder that happened in a stoic way, not out of passion or hatred. (In fact he seems to be quite emotionless.) He has created the greatest sin against man. He lost his soul.
I don’t believe outsider artists have lost their souls. In fact, I would suggest that they are the one’s who have fully embraced their souls. That is one reason why their work strikes a deeply resonate emotional chord.
Although Camus’ work is exceptional, it is a misnomer for outsider art.
Some critics believe outsider art is free of all pop culture influences. But is there such a thing? One artist I know has shunned teevee for years, still she reads magazines. Newspapers, the Internet, billboards…how could one escape such influences? Even in mental institutions patients are fed a daily stream of teevee. We are all part of this world and even though some of us may choose to escape via a back to the country move or finding a way to need very little of what the world has to offer, there is no escape. As all artists know there is only one way to survive a hellish nightmare. It is to escape mentally. While one’s body may take up space on a city block or a farm pasture, and one may have to work a factory line or be a school janitor to survive, the mind can be a million miles away. That is where the outsider truly lives.Another aspect of the use of the term “outsider’ contends that the artist does not show their work or have any gallery (insider) affiliation. Personally I have no problem with an artist being recognized. They don’t need to die for me to respect their work. On the contrary, I feel they should be given consideration while alive. The only snag I have in an outsider being recognized is that a gallery can taint an artist’s work. I would hope that the gallery owner could be kind and allow the artist to work whether a piece sells or not. Asking for ten red house paintings because one sold is a no-no. Probably the best way to protect the artist soul is to find them later in their life when they have already amassed a body of work and sell that. Don’t mess with the muse.
Many galleries and ebay, the huge Internet auction site, run the outsider work under the umbrella term folk art. Folk art to me is a relatively easy style to discern. It is the work of untaught artists and comes in predictable media…hand-carved canes, caricatured snake and alligator paintings, stuffed dolls, bottle-cap art, and the like.
Grandma Moses many-people town paintings is a prime example of folk art.
Much of this work is Southern, although not all. One caveat for the collector: there is a popular genre of folk art that is executed by decorative artists. It is taught throughout the country and is done using patterns. It is pure copy craft, uninspired, and has no collect value whatsoever.
One trait in common in all of folk art is that it is never confrontational. It’s easy to take and easy to display without making a statement that may offend.
What takes Howard Finster Bible Belt rants out of folk and into outsider is the in-your-face aspect. He says whatever he wants to say.
Northern outsider art seems to come from a different fountain. The imagery is more egocentric…consider the pencil portraits of Lee Godie or the wife photographs by Eugene von Bruenchenhein. It is an interior world we see in these works that is fascinating, almost claustrophobic.
Another offshoot is jail or prison art. Paintings of Gacy’s Clowns come to mind. And I know a person that collects hand-carved locks. Also woven gum wrappers and matchstick art is prevalent. This is the work of a person in prison or one who has done time. Certainly a con has lived outside the law, but I don’t think that makes them an outsider artist. Once a person is incarcerated they live by a strict set of rules, they have lost all freedom. Plus, since felons are no longer allowed to make profit off their injustices, they can no longer sell while in prison.
Do we honor horrific behavior by collecting the work of a criminal? This is a subject up for much discussion, which I won’t deal with in an in-depth manner here.
I should mention Tramp art. This is best defined by the exquisite hand-carved boxes that were done by hoboes, travelers, who sold the boxes for money to live. Some prisoners have also taken up woodcarving.
At many outsider art shows I see the work of Haitian and Mexican craftspeople. I would not classify these works as “outsider.” Primarily they are crafts that have been done in the individual countries for years. Haitian metal suns and Mexican tin-can Jesus pieces are wonderful Ethnic Peasant Art, just as Bahamian basketwork is.
Many critics say that outsider work is derived from a brain steeped in madness. Well that qualifier would may nearly every artist an outsider. Van Gogh chopped his ear. Gaugain gave up on his family, fled to the islands, and did painting upon painting of naked pubescent girls he had sex with. The rather recently discovered art of Chicagoan Henry Darger deal with little girls too, in a different way. Darger worked as a janitor for most of his life and never revealed his work to anyone. It was for himself, a way to work through issues stuck in his brain. Now he wasn’t insane. He held a job outside an institution. He did what he needed to do to survive.
There was a discussion a few years back on the ebay outsider art-listing site where a woman stated she had been in a car accident, which concluded in a concussion. She was unable to concentrate on a half-hour teevee show, read a newspaper, or even
She said the sensation was that of feeling like she would topple over at any moment. So at the suggestion of a friend she began to paint. Throwing away all proscribed ideas of painting (she didn’t remember them anyway) she painted whatever, however, not giving any thought to if it was “right” or not. Her work was (and is) raw, occasionally brutal, and connected to the soul.
Other artists and even some galleries that were selling on the site at the time took this woman to task saying that an accident doesn’t create an outsider artist. I believe that is exactly what can happen. When a person becomes an empty vessel, due to an accident, mental illness, or some other catastrophe, the soul comes forward to help the person survive.
I was lucky enough to view pieces of early outsider, Adolf Wolfie’s highly-patterned work at Intuit in Chicago last year. It was phenomenal to see it in person.
I would like to put forth a new term “Alienation Art.” In terms of what I like to collect, I prefer work done in isolation, work that is true to the soul of the individual. Outsider artists that belong to societies or work in a group are less interesting, since groupthink tends to taint the work of a single person. One of my early influences was the work of The Hairy Who; still I see some cross-pollination of ideas even there.
I am also not interested in outsider work that is heavily influenced by the work of major artists. Doing your own version of Picasso or Klee doesn’t interest me.
I am very interested in what I call the Accidental Artists. These are people that create art but would never call it art. It is the side of an aging barn covered with catfish heads from “a catfish as big as a man” as found in a passage of “Huckleberry Finn.” It is concrete people, hundreds of them, in an area of the country where no one will visit to see them.
Which leads to another area I like to collect…the All-Consuming Artist. This is a person, an individual who is going to make art whether or not anyone notices. They are on a mission to save themselves and that is in itself an on-going work.
As with all art, train your eye, and collect what you like. Live with it. Let it inform your life.
“Personally, I believe very much in the values of savagery, I mean; instinct, passion, mood, violence, madness.” ____Jean Dubuffet, 1951Subcategories of outsider art:
Goth-Gothic art tied to the Goth Movement, people who wear black, like piercings, go toward the “darkside.”
Piggies-Piggiebacks, Do-overs, new illuminated work done over an insipid painting found at a garage sale or Goodwill
Yard Art-mosaics, bottle trees, concrete figures, etc.
OOAK Barbie-the icon of dolls is burnt, destroyed, altered.
Pop outsider- flat shapes, think Warhol, can become too cute.
Robot Art-defining the alienation of society due to the Internet, usually comes from a disenchanted corporate worker.
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Princess Puke
The word “princess” in modern language is a derogatory term. Basically it signifies a young girl or woman who manipulates those around her to get her way. She pouts and acts bitchy so she can (pick one) get a present, get a person to act the way she wants them to, get her way. And it usually works so her behavior is reinforced, so she replays the princess card over and over.
Princess is not very intelligent and usually has few, if any friends. Who would want to hang with a self-centered control freak?
Anytime you hear a mother say, “My daughter was so depressed I took her shopping to cheer her up.” is creating a princess. Instead of dealing with what’s wrong, Mom is taking the easy route. Unfortunately for everyone, Mom is creating an unlikable materialist.
Mom, wake up! There are no Prince Charmings, stop the delusion!
Go for smart (educate your daughter) independent (self-sufficiency is an asset) and loving (raise her to make compassionate choices in every aspect of life that rise above the level of “What’s in it for me?”)
Princess identifiers: never cooks, thinks it's below her/works but bitches, will have children to escape a career/can't leave the house in 15 minutes, needs to do a full make-up and hair, oufit thing...BEWARE!
And above all don’t go on a vacation with a princess. They will turn what is to be a pleasure into sheer misery.
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Princess is not very intelligent and usually has few, if any friends. Who would want to hang with a self-centered control freak?
Anytime you hear a mother say, “My daughter was so depressed I took her shopping to cheer her up.” is creating a princess. Instead of dealing with what’s wrong, Mom is taking the easy route. Unfortunately for everyone, Mom is creating an unlikable materialist.
Mom, wake up! There are no Prince Charmings, stop the delusion!
Go for smart (educate your daughter) independent (self-sufficiency is an asset) and loving (raise her to make compassionate choices in every aspect of life that rise above the level of “What’s in it for me?”)
Princess identifiers: never cooks, thinks it's below her/works but bitches, will have children to escape a career/can't leave the house in 15 minutes, needs to do a full make-up and hair, oufit thing...BEWARE!
And above all don’t go on a vacation with a princess. They will turn what is to be a pleasure into sheer misery.
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Wednesday, August 11, 2004
I'm telling them my name is Mendoza
The U.S. government has allocated $250 million for health care for Mexican illegals. The program works on a don’t ask/don’t tell policy. So if you are an illegal and you go to the emergency room you will not be asked if you have health insurance and you will receive full health care.
U.S. citizens, on the other hand, will be asked for health care information, and if you don’t have any, well the hospital doesn’t even have to help you. In fact they can direct you to another hospital or turn you away all together.
I thought George Bush was our president. Maybe Vincente Fox is, we just haven’t been told yet.
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U.S. citizens, on the other hand, will be asked for health care information, and if you don’t have any, well the hospital doesn’t even have to help you. In fact they can direct you to another hospital or turn you away all together.
I thought George Bush was our president. Maybe Vincente Fox is, we just haven’t been told yet.
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Tuesday, August 10, 2004
When Logic Jumped the Fence
Leave Anal Sex to Gay Men
Butt sex is quite fashionable these days. But why? Vigorous thrusting can easily tear the wall between the vagina and the poop chute. Then you have a fissure. Doctors can try to stitch the fissure closed but it’s not often successful. So you have a hole and through this hole the poop escapes into your vagina. Wow! Now that’s a good thing.
On a recent call-in sex show, a female college student from Michigan asked the host if it was okay to perform oral sex on her boyfriend after they just had unprotected anal sex. Hmm.
I should develop CaCa lipstick. I’d sell a million tubes.
Bald Pussy
There is a mad rush for women to remove the bush. They shave; some do the Brazilian wax. Now this could make sense if you lived in a country where santitary conditions weren’t the best and crabs were prevalent. It’s the prepubescent look. Do we really want to encourage men to desire 12-year-old pussy?
If one more 21-year-old tells me they feel old, I will slap them. WAKE UP!
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Butt sex is quite fashionable these days. But why? Vigorous thrusting can easily tear the wall between the vagina and the poop chute. Then you have a fissure. Doctors can try to stitch the fissure closed but it’s not often successful. So you have a hole and through this hole the poop escapes into your vagina. Wow! Now that’s a good thing.
On a recent call-in sex show, a female college student from Michigan asked the host if it was okay to perform oral sex on her boyfriend after they just had unprotected anal sex. Hmm.
I should develop CaCa lipstick. I’d sell a million tubes.
Bald Pussy
There is a mad rush for women to remove the bush. They shave; some do the Brazilian wax. Now this could make sense if you lived in a country where santitary conditions weren’t the best and crabs were prevalent. It’s the prepubescent look. Do we really want to encourage men to desire 12-year-old pussy?
If one more 21-year-old tells me they feel old, I will slap them. WAKE UP!
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Monday, August 09, 2004
Wool Over Eyes
December 22, 1980, The Grand Poobah of the most developed superpower in the modern world met with his Great Council. Two hours later, after much discussion regarding the corporate/capitalist nation which the country had become, the Secretary of All Things Major woke up the Grand Poobah to tell him of their plan. The Grand Poobah opened his eyes, bobbled his head, and said “Mommy. Mommy. Where am I?” The Secretary told him this wife, whom he liked to call “mommy” was asleep in George Washington’s bed in the East Wing, and he (the Grand Poobah) could join her as soon as he said “yes” and signed a paper.
The Grand Poobah grinned his western smile and asked if he needed to know what he was signing.
“No. Not really.” replied the Secretary. “We just want to begin to instrument our plan to usurp the middle class because we need slaves who will be willing to work in corporations and not question too much, go with the status quo. We will give them presents like mugs, and incentives of shopping coupons, and corporate-sponsored music.
We will start by undermining their health. We will make ketchup a vegetable on the school lunches…saves money too so we have more funds for wars. Then we will slowly take away art programs, and diminish physical education to a few times a week instead of everyday. And, most importantly, we will do some behavior mod by highlighting self esteem and the prestige of consumerism instead of giving them a real education in the basics like reading, writing, math, science, culture and history. We don’t want smart people. Look at all of the trouble those well-educated hippies from the 60s caused this country! No. We need to create an underclass, under educated and compliant. If they become depressed, we will give them drugs.
“Okay. It that it?” asked the Grand Poobah, his eyes half closed.
“One more thing…” said the secretary. “All of this will take some time. We don’t want to alarm or alert the population to what we are doing, and since we need this to happen at a quick pace (the corporations are demanding higher profits NOW) we are opening our border to the south. We will pretend we have an immigration policy, while we are really building an underclass from the Hispanic countries. We merely need to show the Latinos the value of working and shopping and they will gladly join us. Since Americans have already been taught to help those who are underprivileged (and we will continue to work that whole politically correct concept) there shouldn’t be much of a backlash toward the immigrants.
Then, when the timing is right, (we could start a war as a distraction…later, after the millennium, for now we’ll make the 90s about SEX…sex chat, sex on primetime tv, XXX porn…make everything X…xtreme sports, x games, xbox) we will take away the high-paying jobs from our countrymen (and women) and give them to people in other parts of the world. We will call this our global economy. We will tell them that it is important that the world become strong and become one. In the meantime we will get our people to train the people from other countries to do their jobs. And we can even say that the person will lose their job once they have thoroughly trained the “replacement.” Again there shouldn’t be a revolution, not even a peep, about our intentions because starting right now, in the year nineteen hundred and eighty, our corporate friends will give the people credit cards to consume (to buy the corporate products), and when they run out of credit on one card we will give them more and more and more (that will last through a few more presidential terms). We will make everyone “feel” rich, then, aha! We pull the rug out from under them. The immigrant workers will be given full rights to take American jobs, the other jobs will have been outsourced to other countries, and being the kind government we are, we will offer the people relief via bankruptcy. Then they are done, cooked. They will be down at the bottom, willing to take any job. We will have our slave class. The middle class will be a thing only mentioned in history books that they won’t even be able to read.”
The Secretary shook the snoring Grand Poobah. “Here’s your Presidential pen.” The Grand Poobah stood up, signed the paper, and toddled off to bed.
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The Grand Poobah grinned his western smile and asked if he needed to know what he was signing.
“No. Not really.” replied the Secretary. “We just want to begin to instrument our plan to usurp the middle class because we need slaves who will be willing to work in corporations and not question too much, go with the status quo. We will give them presents like mugs, and incentives of shopping coupons, and corporate-sponsored music.
We will start by undermining their health. We will make ketchup a vegetable on the school lunches…saves money too so we have more funds for wars. Then we will slowly take away art programs, and diminish physical education to a few times a week instead of everyday. And, most importantly, we will do some behavior mod by highlighting self esteem and the prestige of consumerism instead of giving them a real education in the basics like reading, writing, math, science, culture and history. We don’t want smart people. Look at all of the trouble those well-educated hippies from the 60s caused this country! No. We need to create an underclass, under educated and compliant. If they become depressed, we will give them drugs.
“Okay. It that it?” asked the Grand Poobah, his eyes half closed.
“One more thing…” said the secretary. “All of this will take some time. We don’t want to alarm or alert the population to what we are doing, and since we need this to happen at a quick pace (the corporations are demanding higher profits NOW) we are opening our border to the south. We will pretend we have an immigration policy, while we are really building an underclass from the Hispanic countries. We merely need to show the Latinos the value of working and shopping and they will gladly join us. Since Americans have already been taught to help those who are underprivileged (and we will continue to work that whole politically correct concept) there shouldn’t be much of a backlash toward the immigrants.
Then, when the timing is right, (we could start a war as a distraction…later, after the millennium, for now we’ll make the 90s about SEX…sex chat, sex on primetime tv, XXX porn…make everything X…xtreme sports, x games, xbox) we will take away the high-paying jobs from our countrymen (and women) and give them to people in other parts of the world. We will call this our global economy. We will tell them that it is important that the world become strong and become one. In the meantime we will get our people to train the people from other countries to do their jobs. And we can even say that the person will lose their job once they have thoroughly trained the “replacement.” Again there shouldn’t be a revolution, not even a peep, about our intentions because starting right now, in the year nineteen hundred and eighty, our corporate friends will give the people credit cards to consume (to buy the corporate products), and when they run out of credit on one card we will give them more and more and more (that will last through a few more presidential terms). We will make everyone “feel” rich, then, aha! We pull the rug out from under them. The immigrant workers will be given full rights to take American jobs, the other jobs will have been outsourced to other countries, and being the kind government we are, we will offer the people relief via bankruptcy. Then they are done, cooked. They will be down at the bottom, willing to take any job. We will have our slave class. The middle class will be a thing only mentioned in history books that they won’t even be able to read.”
The Secretary shook the snoring Grand Poobah. “Here’s your Presidential pen.” The Grand Poobah stood up, signed the paper, and toddled off to bed.
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Friday, August 06, 2004
oyez oyez oyez
The overwhelming fear infested in the general populace during the Cold War drove the citizens to build well-stocked can’t-get-me-you-crazy-commies bomb shelters. The children were taught it was better to be Dead Than Red and practiced weekly alerts by responding to alarms, marching single file into the school halls and lining up against the walls, head tucked under, be silent. Like that would actually save them during an A-bomb attack.
People were afraid, still in the 50s the folks had fun with all of the craziness that surrounded them. The Atomic style of decorating erupted into the scene and people had Atomic parties spoofing their own helplessness brought about by governments gone mad.
The Russians never came. We never bombed them. Communism collapsed, imploded.
Since 9/11 we have gone haywire. Yes it was an immense tragedy, but what have we or I should say what has our government done to keep the populace safe…nothing. Let’s see…we live under alerts, we started wars in two countries (one where we didn’t get the target: bin Laden; another that had nothing to do with the tragedy), we have Homeland Security (a lot more police), we walk through security checks, we have spy cameras viewing citizens everywhere, we have the terrifying Patriot Act (there is nothing patriotic about it Read this at whitehouse.gov and you will see just how far-reaching this is!), packed into the NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND program is a military feature giving recruiters access to your children during schooltime,
On and on. We have done this to ourselves. Terrorist cells have not had an activity in this country since 9/11. If they were truly trying to “get” us wouldn’t this country be more like Israel where car bombs and human bombs happen all of the time?
I don’t know if our current thinking, governmentwise, is just some Fahrenheit 451 “you gotta get him” tactic to supplicate and quiet the angry the populace or if it is some masterful misdirection strategy.
The real war, as I see it, is the Hispanic, primarily Mexican, Insurgence of Illegals. You have millions of illegals coming into this country draining off the wealth by sending most of their money back to Mexico. They give nothing to this country. They don’t pay taxes. They burden the school systems, the health systems, and don’t seem to be held to any standard. They can commit crimes then disappear south-of-the-border without any repercussions.
A recent newspaper article told of the Mexican Mobile Consulate stopping in Woodstock to issue up to 500 Matricula Consular cards to illegal immigrants so they can open bank accounts. (Illegals can now legally (thanks to Bush) hold U.S. jobs.) The article stated that it was very inconvient for the illegals to take the train to Chicago to apply for the cards. And since the mobile consulate can only give out 500 cards per visit, they would be in Woodstock the next week as well. Fifth/Third bank sponsored this event.
Last week I went to Fifth/Third to add a friend to my bank account. He is a lifelong citizen, has no criminal record, is over 21, and is basically a regular person, you or me. It took an hour to get him added. He was asked for a credit card and his driver’s license along with two other forms of identification. The woman kept filling out forms and said since the Patriotic Act a simple account addition took a lot of work.
Now let’s see. Does an illegal have the required credit card? Other forms of identification, I mean beside the usual fake stuff?
We are bending over backwards to accommodate the illegals. Free schooling, free housing, free services of all kinds, easy-to-get driver’s licenses, and apparently even easier to get bank accounts. Call almost any store and Press 1 for English, Press 2 for Espanol. Teach our children Spanish since the illegals can’t seem to grasp even the simplest English. Baloney! Try to order food at any fast food chain. Go to Farm & Fleet and ask where the hammocks are located. Tell the illegals next door to stop throwing garbage in your yard and stop honking their horn. They just smile and shake their head back and forth…no comprende.
Then add in a lowering of education for U.S. children. Go for self-esteem issues instead of high SAT scores. Implosion?
Recent statistics show that the fastest growing segment of our society is Hispanic women. If you were really diabolical and planned to silently takeover a country what segment of the population would you target? Easy…horny men. (I think that’s an oxymoron.)
Once the women have children that are automatic U.S. citizens how do you send them back?
There may be no “back” at this point. Still you can stop the rupture.
Contact
People were afraid, still in the 50s the folks had fun with all of the craziness that surrounded them. The Atomic style of decorating erupted into the scene and people had Atomic parties spoofing their own helplessness brought about by governments gone mad.
The Russians never came. We never bombed them. Communism collapsed, imploded.
Since 9/11 we have gone haywire. Yes it was an immense tragedy, but what have we or I should say what has our government done to keep the populace safe…nothing. Let’s see…we live under alerts, we started wars in two countries (one where we didn’t get the target: bin Laden; another that had nothing to do with the tragedy), we have Homeland Security (a lot more police), we walk through security checks, we have spy cameras viewing citizens everywhere, we have the terrifying Patriot Act (there is nothing patriotic about it Read this at whitehouse.gov and you will see just how far-reaching this is!), packed into the NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND program is a military feature giving recruiters access to your children during schooltime,
On and on. We have done this to ourselves. Terrorist cells have not had an activity in this country since 9/11. If they were truly trying to “get” us wouldn’t this country be more like Israel where car bombs and human bombs happen all of the time?
I don’t know if our current thinking, governmentwise, is just some Fahrenheit 451 “you gotta get him” tactic to supplicate and quiet the angry the populace or if it is some masterful misdirection strategy.
The real war, as I see it, is the Hispanic, primarily Mexican, Insurgence of Illegals. You have millions of illegals coming into this country draining off the wealth by sending most of their money back to Mexico. They give nothing to this country. They don’t pay taxes. They burden the school systems, the health systems, and don’t seem to be held to any standard. They can commit crimes then disappear south-of-the-border without any repercussions.
A recent newspaper article told of the Mexican Mobile Consulate stopping in Woodstock to issue up to 500 Matricula Consular cards to illegal immigrants so they can open bank accounts. (Illegals can now legally (thanks to Bush) hold U.S. jobs.) The article stated that it was very inconvient for the illegals to take the train to Chicago to apply for the cards. And since the mobile consulate can only give out 500 cards per visit, they would be in Woodstock the next week as well. Fifth/Third bank sponsored this event.
Last week I went to Fifth/Third to add a friend to my bank account. He is a lifelong citizen, has no criminal record, is over 21, and is basically a regular person, you or me. It took an hour to get him added. He was asked for a credit card and his driver’s license along with two other forms of identification. The woman kept filling out forms and said since the Patriotic Act a simple account addition took a lot of work.
Now let’s see. Does an illegal have the required credit card? Other forms of identification, I mean beside the usual fake stuff?
We are bending over backwards to accommodate the illegals. Free schooling, free housing, free services of all kinds, easy-to-get driver’s licenses, and apparently even easier to get bank accounts. Call almost any store and Press 1 for English, Press 2 for Espanol. Teach our children Spanish since the illegals can’t seem to grasp even the simplest English. Baloney! Try to order food at any fast food chain. Go to Farm & Fleet and ask where the hammocks are located. Tell the illegals next door to stop throwing garbage in your yard and stop honking their horn. They just smile and shake their head back and forth…no comprende.
Then add in a lowering of education for U.S. children. Go for self-esteem issues instead of high SAT scores. Implosion?
Recent statistics show that the fastest growing segment of our society is Hispanic women. If you were really diabolical and planned to silently takeover a country what segment of the population would you target? Easy…horny men. (I think that’s an oxymoron.)
Once the women have children that are automatic U.S. citizens how do you send them back?
There may be no “back” at this point. Still you can stop the rupture.
Contact
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Pink Cakes, then POW!
Martha Stewart Jail Art
