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Tuesday, November 30, 2004

All the Kings Horses... 

King Ken, the Humpty Dumpty of All Games Shows of All Time, just fell. A woman took him off with a question of...What business has 70,000 white collar workers that work for 4 months? Answer: What is H & R Block. He said FedEx.
Anyway I was happy that the weather turned bad and forced me home so I could see his last day. King Ken was so eternal, on and on and on...NICE.
Actually he beat himself today. He was off his game. Still he won over 2 1/2 million buc-a-roos! with his brain power.
Yeah Ken!

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Excellence 

Who is the most rock-o-matic, dude-a-licious music man of yesterday, today and tomorrow?
The answer is HERE

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Monday, November 29, 2004

Hit Me Up With A Goofball 

Everyone who played in the ghetto of sex chat THE HOUSE OF FUN during the millennium change raise your hand.
Thought so.
Hee.

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ACK 

Ann Coulter and Maureen Dowd are like two sides of the same cheap coin. They are annoying floosies that really don't know the facts, or maybe they do but they twist them to fit their agenda. I think they are pundits, not journalists...at least I hope not. There is an old-school term for people who have exceeded their intelligence. I think it is called THE PETER PRINCIPLE. It denotes a person who has been promoted because they were cute or a pal. Coulter and Dowd are 2 Peters. There are others too. Watch out for fake news!
Then again most journalists seem to be bought and paid for by the corporate entities that they work for. If even one of them had balls we would see those flag-draped coffins coming back from Iraq. To hell with George Jr's plot to hide and not feel the war.
I think journalism took a big downfall when entertainment became a BIG part of newscasts. It is difficult to believe anyone who reports war and movies in the same half hour.
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Sunday, November 28, 2004

A Mouthful in One Gulp 

Every time you buy something you are supporting someone, you are making a political statement.
If you bought stuff at the Dollar Store then you supported the Chinese. So far we have bought $150 BILLION in goods from them and they have bought ZERO from us. Free Trade might be a good concept but it doesn’t work in the world we live in. And by gosh by golly we do love our trinkets.
Even Reagan, who happens to be one of my least-liked presidents, (in private I call him President Death because of that ketchup/vegetable thing) brought money to America via tariffs. When the American car industry was failing and people were flocking to by imports he slapped the foreigners with tariffs. They didn’t like that since it cut into their profits and that is why you have so many foreign car made at factories here in America.
My friend Pat, who is still licking his wounds after the last election (and aren’t we all!), has taken to careful shopping in which he boycotts any product from a red state. He explained it with canned tomatoes of a brand he usually uses to make his famous spaghetti sauce. That was from Indiana. Now he purchases a brand from Illinois.
I used to naively think that rich people were the only ones who had to be conscience of the power they give companies and charities by their selection of which gets what, but now I see it at a different level in that we all are making decisions everyday. WE are supporting, or not, specific world interests.
Now I realize being conscious, being awake, in this world takes time, but if you care about this world then make the time. You have it, but most of us like to do the frantic rush-rush and complain that we don’t have a moment to breathe (or look at a label) because, well, its just easier and makes us feel more important and all of the other psychological crap.

If my jeans get any tighter they are going to split in half. At this point I am blaming three turkey dinners that I was forced to consume. Okay not forced, but I didn’t want to be rude and yes, I was hungry each time.
Of course I am lying to myself. I have been a glutton of late, and not just at those three dinners where I was sucking up love and food.
Some days I just wish I could be a big head and not have to think about my body, but I am far too into the attractiveness of flesh (mine and others) to let myself turn into a big ball.
Sex is like gymnastics. It takes a certain amount of physicality to make it extraordinarily good. Okay now turn over. Up Girl. Swing your leg over here. I like a man to roll me around like I’m on a rotisserie spit.
Start diet tomorrow.

If you have been reading this blog you know I am a big fan of BookTV, Cspan. If I am home on any Saturday or Sunday I turn it on loud and do my housestuff. (That’s one of the advantages to living alone.)
Anyway on Sunday there was a speaker talking about blogs, a woman named Cox who has a blog here
She is a person who tries to be clever with every word she utters, but cleverness isn’t everything, and grows tiresome after a while. She does look good and wears cute clothes than delineate her figure.
Her thing was about blogs and how they are a form of new journalism, of sorts. Except when I looked at her site I didn’t find it especially interesting and she is part of a staff or has a staff. There is a masthead. Which to me is antiblogging since blogs are supposed to be one person talking or a head-blogger with others just adding their comments. Blogs are kind of underground, the voices of the people, and this woman seems to be the opposite of that, which makes me thing that the establishment (wow there’s a 60s word!!!) is trying to present a fake blog as underground when it is anything but. Real blogs are on host sites where they can implode at any time.
Take a look at the site and tell me what you think.
P.S. I am going to be moving soon. After all I am more of an imagist than anything else and I can't post pics here anymore so I will be traveling to another free spot that will allow me to be me. URL to come.

I had an actual subject for today but I started painting and whoosh it flew out of my head. You see I was out junk picking on Saturday. Well not actually on a junking mission, the stuff was just on my route to the grocery store so I stopped and picked up a few things. The BEST thing was a 1950s shell art piece. It is large and has seashells glued to it. Ladies made these as a remembrance and brag about their trip to Florida, as they should have. Mine, the one I now own, is about 2 ½’ x 3 ½’, HUGE! Since most were slim panels.
I had planned to give it away to the first of my friends who admired it, but not now. I am adding a giant mermaid in the open spot. She will be entirely made of glitter. She’s sketched out and ready to go.
Hmmm. I don’t have a space for her in my bathroom unless I take down the one of a girl sea monkey riding a boy sea monkey yelling YIPPEE! So I guess if you come to my house and like the mermaid, it’s yours. Then again, it could work over my bed.

This subject raises the ugly monster head about junking. In my family it is frowned upon as an act of taking things that poor people might need. My older brother won’t even let my nephew go trick-or-treating because he considers it begging.
But.
We live in a plentiful world and if I see something I can use then I feel like it is my obligation not to create an ecological disaster by leaving all of this “stuff” to go to the landfill.
See. You can ameliorate anything.




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Saturday, November 27, 2004

Heeeeeeeeeeeee 

First it was the Virgin Mary Grilled Cheese, now it a Bottle of Breath from a Claustrophic Person. THIS is hilarious...or not
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Saturday, November 20, 2004

5@U 

My next painting will be “Sisters in Suicide”, a combined back-to-back portrait of Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I’ve read them both. They are quite different although they both were East Coasters. I prefer Sexton. Plath had that cloistered, rather smothery, fragile, Eastern U.S. aura, while Sexton was more an up-to-date, go-eat-the-world suburbanite.
Plath is more agoraphobic Emily Dickinson and Sexton is more Edna St. Vincent Millay, called Vincent by her friends, the poet that planted by the light of the moon.
Georgia O’Keeffe gets a portrait all by herself because she was fiercely independent. Just like most Wisconsin women


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Monday, November 15, 2004

Riddles 4 America 

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What’s the score? Have we killed as many Iraqis has Saddam did?
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Lies Lies Lies

A 56-year-old woman gave birth to twins. Since she was “almost” 57, the age was changed. State was is, not what sounds more sensational. That’s bad journalism. State the facts. When news becomes Hollywoodized, and newspeople resort to storytelling (lies) we lose our sense of reality. Let news be reality, stories be fiction.

Plus any responsible journalist wouldn’t use the Peterson’s baby’s name. Sure Laci’s mother can call the baby Connor because she is the mom and you expect an emotional attachment. But journalists should say “unborn child.”
Otherwise should women start to name their miscarriages and have funerals for them?
The unborn Peterson baby’s death was a revolting tragedy; don’t politicize it into a pro-life statement.

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Thursday, November 11, 2004

I am so sad I could crack in half 

Veteran's Day 2004
It is a day of sadness and honor. Sadness that my government has mired us in an illegal war in Iraq. War is filthy, and dirtier still is a government that uses citizens in a war they hide under a disguise so you are disconnected from the ravages and deaths. Fascists do whatever and do not own their directives, and certainly do not want you to know what is really occuring in your name. Who is the terrorist?
And today is a day of honor. A day to honor those brave men and women who put their lives on the line, those in our history who fought to give us our freedom and those who fight right now, today, in a war the President of the United States, George W. Bush, should be ashamed of.
I cried this morning when the letters of some of the soldiers were read. Please stop the war!
I am ashamed and terrified of every single person that voted for Bush. You voted for blood. I hate you.
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if the recent turn of events has stolen your sense of humor, read this 

Gifts for Democrats
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Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Slippage 

Last night at a monthly dinner I have with friends the subject of politics came up.
This is a group of 13 people, some Democrats, more Republicans, and two Libertarians. When all of the usual mumbo jumbo was put aside what came out surprised me. Many have decided not to vote anymore. And this came from more Republicans than any of the others.
They believe that Bush and Kerry were merely two heads of the same animal, that elections are rigged: no one believed that Bush could of attained the decisive vote (in shear numbers) that he did because everyone before the election was either strongly on one side or the other in an almost even factor. This proved out in the signage on people’s lawns, the letters to the editor’s columns, and in simply talking to one another. Everyone expected a close race.
The people in this group believed the exit polls were correct.
WE, as citizens of the United States, believe more in the process than we do in the candidates. We are all for fair elections were every vote counts and let the decision fall where it may, let the best person win. When that doesn’t happen, like in the rigmarole of 200, and in the weird Republican victory of a few weeks ago, well the people are starting to lose belief in the system, an erosion is taking place, rot is occurring. There is a great slippage in the morale of this country.
They see the presidency as little more than a bobblehead/figurehead position, one of a puppet or an actor who dishes out the vernacular of his cabinet (the REAL governing body). For this recent election we were given a choice between a strutting cowboy or an East Coast intellectual…Cowboy Bob or “Well, Sherman”… and the Tom Hanks animation won. We like puppets, hence Reagan, the Grand Poobha of All Puppets. And watch out because California is trying to give us the Terminator president. Not that all presidents don’t sell out to special interests in some respect. They do.
Call me naïve, I still will vote in 2008. I’m a believer, even though there is a lot of evidence to the contrary, I want to trust in the community. They choose, not some small-unnamed group of billionaires sitting on golden tuffets in the Trump Tower penthouse.




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Wednesday, November 03, 2004

strange clown days 

November 3, 2004
There are an unusually large number of boats roaring up the river today. It could be Dems trying to forget the jumble of last night or Reps celebrating their victory. Something has stirred the people up so late in the year when most boats have already been put in storage for the winter.
So there you have it. The people have made a conscious mad dash toward Neo-Fascism. They chose a dimwit puppet over an intellectual. Instead of looking to a new dawn they chose repeat more of the same…an administration run on lies and deception.
One would think that the old adage “Once you know better, you do better.” would have ruled the choice of candidates. Yet even though facts came out about how nearly everything W did was based on untruths, the people chose to re-elect him.
What if this had happened during the Vietnam War? Back then the truth won out and people became very vocal and even the war hawks altered their opinion and changed the world for the better. They chose peace.
Yesterday the people chose a continuance of war. It’s a good thing that W doesn’t allow the viewing of the flag-draped caskets coming back from Iraq. Then you that voted for him wouldn’t be so disconnected from the war and you might have considered a different vote. Your hunger for blood…those of our troops and the innocent people in Iraq makes me question my fellow citizens. I am not you. Thank God.
And to think that this administration will continue to mine the children of the poor and middle class as little more than human fodder…how do you live with that? (I was going to say go ahead and mine the red states, those that went for W, for your troops, but I cannot find the callousness and cruelty in my soul to recommend anyone for slaughter.)
As for fighting terrorism, well your administration didn’t prevent anything. 9/11 happened on your watch. Own that. And since then the terrorists haven’t tried anything, so you haven’t stopped anything. But in your calculated? dimwittedness you have usurped the rights of Americans. If you make everyone a criminal then you surely will catch a criminal, even though that may be at the expense of 1000s of law-abiding
citizens. I guess that makes sense to some. Not me.
Lastly, let me speak to the economy: the chasm between the haves and the have-nots grows every day. The unparalleled erosion is at the bottom with jobs given to Mexican illegals and at the top of the middle class through outsourcing. If you take the stance that “I’m good, tough if you aren’t.” your head will be next. It is imperative that in a wise society those better off look after those beneath them on the socio-economic scale. It is the only way to create a brilliant world. Spinning happily around in your own little sphere does nothing to promote the nation. Your light will dim as you come up next on the chopping block. But you can look forward to one bright hope: capitalists need a vast legion of slaves to work, to produce, so they can earn infinite sums of cash on your back. The billionaires will always need you, just maybe not in the capacity that you desire.
The view from here is grim. I have money so I don’t have a lot of financial worries, still I have a heart, and I don’t find any satisfaction in seeing the crumbling of our society. The USSR imploded from the inside. The USA may be on a parallel track.

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Tuesday, November 02, 2004

Unbelievable 

George Bush struts around like he has just been named prom king. Just how out-of-touch is he? WE ARE IN WAR! A war YOU started! Hello!
He doesn't want you to see the flag-draped coffins of dead soldiers coming back from Iraq.
Here look at this This is the reality.
Vote today.
(All warpaint paintings can be found at the warpaint lulu website)
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I Had a Dream 2 

I had a dream, an Arcadian dream, just like Martin Luther King Jr. did. I dreamt of a world better than the world we now live in. A world where we institute a program to align and create social justice in America. (See my plan below.)
Here are some fine tuning elements:
I ‘d find out how to implement the plan with Alan Greenspan taking a look at it. I’d start with the A’s and work toward the Z’s. As each billion was paid out and fed back into the economy I’d move onto the next group of people.
The working have-nots could buy a house, send their kids to school, repair their living spaces…the money would go into the communities not into some CEO already over-bloated salary. The money would not go to war profiteers.
And I would base the program not in insulated out-of-touch Washington, DC. I’d have it run out of Wisconsin, a state where character counts for more than political affiliation, a state where good schools and good roads are given priority, a state that gave the people back state tax when it took in too much, a state that uses it’s lottery earning to give the people real property tax relief (unlike a state like Illinois, where I live, that says it gives the money to schools, which it does in a back-handed way by taking away the original school funding and replacing it with the lottery earning).
We can change. We can become more than the sum of our current bad character traits. We can become an Arcadian dream that spreads our glory out into the world by the echo effect. We can align ourselves with something positive, less filthy, less vulgar.
We can do this.



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Monday, November 01, 2004

Brave New World, Right Here, Right Now 

I think we may live in a country where a citizen can still offer up an opinion without fear of prosecution.
Here’s the idea I would like to put out into the world:
As of today we still have a president who favors the rich and gave the millionaires a BIG tax cut. I say that is old-school Reaganesque tickle-down-theory. It didn’t work then and doesn’t work now. Last year 1.3 million people fell below the poverty line and I am quite certain that when the stats come out for this year, 2004, the numbers will be even more alarming. I am basing this on what I see happening to the economy directly within my little sphere of this country.
I would jump-start the economy in a fresh way. I would give every family in America $100,000.
Now since we have liars, cheats, thieves, and goofballs in our midst I would do this instantly so no one could change the numbers on which I would base my financial relief.
I would go by the 2003 tax returns and give the $100,000 to any family that earned less than $100,000. Any family of two or more would designate a family. If you are a couple that just cohabits, well sorry, but no cash. If you are a woman with a child, bingo, you get it.
And the earning amount of $100,000 is based on the GROSS income of the family. Because we all know that if that is your gross income you actually earned far less since you have social security and state tax deductions. And deductions can be very large from a say $250,000 income you could end up paying taxes on very little money. So the money goes to those who have not had a chance to live a real life.
Now this would equal a huge amount of money, billions of dollars, but we have at least that amount invested in the Iraq War.
But ALL of that cash from my program would be fed back into the economy almost instantly. These are folks who need a house, a car that doesn’t break down, insurance, health care policies, and a lot of necessities the rest of us take for granted. I would like to see the working poor get a leg up. Plus this would benefit those on welfare so those social programs would need less funding.
Just consider how this could benefit our planet.
We live in a country that is seen as one of the wealthiest in the world. By helping our own citizens and creating a better, healthier…both financially and physically (because of better health care) these disenfranchised citizens could reach beyond the struggle to merely survive, and when people are released from the basics. They can begin to read, to become educated, they have time to volunteer, they give to society, and as the country as a whole rides on a more glorious platform, these people can begin to reach out to others in this country and in the entire world to make the entire planet a better place for ALL.
Isn’t this what we all want? A world of understanding and help when necessary for any problem that arises. Don’t we want a magnificent glittery world where problems like AIDS in Africa can’t get the foothold that it now has? Where people don’t live in fear under oppressive governments? A world where we don’t take pleasure in the ridicule of those less fortunate. Because if you do have it, I bet you received it from your parents. Some didn’t. It’s time we become willing to open up to a better, less critical world.
I say, go ahead, to whomever is the next president after tomorrow; let’s try something radically new. Step outside the current me mindset. Let’s see what we can create. Get ready for something beyond our imaginations.

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