Friday, March 31, 2006

Insanity Abounds


Seen on a sign outside a Baptist church:

The cross reveals the heart of God

Yep. Bloody, painful execution does indeed reveal the heart of the Christian God.

Overheard on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition :

A woman who lost her home during hurricane Katrina had a new home built by the crew from the show using materials donated from various businesses. After the crew worked around the clock for weeks building the house, the first words out of the woman's mouth: "Thank you Jesus!"

Some days it's better to just hibernate and hope the Rapture takes these fools soon.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Who Is the Most Dangerous Person in the World?


prick your finger it is done
the moon has now eclipsed the sun
the angel has spread its wings
the time has come for bitter things

Marilyn Manson

My experience with the legal system is bringing home a fundamental truth to me.

It's one thing to know that the system is fucked, it's quite a different thing to experience it.

In shopping for a lawyer this week I made quite a discovery. None of these slimeballs would even discuss my case without at least a $250 consulting fee.

Two hundred and fifty dollars just to chat. And these are the ambulance chasers. I don't even want to know what the big boys charge to have a sit down.

One nice lawyer lady, a specialist in divorce, who was recommended by a friend because of her reputation as "a piranah" wanted $225 to consult and charged $5000 as a retainer.

I think of this and it reminds me of politicians running for office. To run for anything more than a schoolboard membership here in America you have to be a millionaire and be willing to spend big and sell yourself to the lobbyists as well.

So our legal and political systems here in America are now off limits to anyone without a great deal of money.

Yes I knew that already. But sitting in your son's empty bedroom holding his favorite stuffed animal because it smells like him, and being powerless to fight those that are keeping him from you tends to sharpen the senses and bring it home, so to speak.

We the people no longer own our country.

The rich, the connected, the inheritors, they run the country. They have the best access to the courts and the law makers.

We simply sit as it all goes on around us. We have the illusion of influence but it only goes so far.

Step out of line, say or do the "wrong" thing or express the unpopular idea and see how long your illusion of control and freedom lasts.

Green September, our time draws near.

Demon Seeds, Flowers Of Fire - Continued


Once again the most important stories from Iraq are receiving little or no attention in the U.S. media.,,1-524-2103695-524,00.html

Long time readers will remember my recollections of the brutal experiences as a Marine recruit some 17 years ago. Sadly, with all of the hopping from template to template and name changes, I did not archive my original posts.

To make a long story short, America's "fighting men and women" are brutalized in psychotic hazing rituals in most basic training for the United States Military. I can only speak for the dehumanizing treatment I received at Parris Island, but it was enough to show me that when you treat human beings like animals, they will learn to act and respond like animals.

You know what? Scratch that. It gives animals a bad name.

These atrocities in Iraq surprise me not at all. They are, most likely, only the tip of the iceberg.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

I'm Using Them Now


Did you know that it's legal for a woman in Tennessee to file a restraining order against her husband to keep him from seeing their child?

Without any probable cause, without any proof of threats and/or intimidation?

Without there being any threats and/or intimidation?

Without any misconduct at all on the part of the husband?

Did you know that members of my soon-to-be ex-wife's family are friends with the District Attorney?

I didn't know that.

I do now.

For obvious legal reasons I will say no more on this and just end this post with one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite films. Though short, it always struck me as haunting and filled with several different meanings. It's been running through my mind these last few days:

Neo: Why do my eyes hurt?

Morpheus: You've never used them before.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Press Conference

For the 83rd time during his presidency, Bush
asks God to please smite Helen Thomas

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Chaos and the Dancing Star


I tell you: one must have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star.


I feel as if I'm mourning the death of a good and dear friend. The word "separation" is one of the more apt descriptions I've ever run across. You are literally separating the one intermingled person that you have become back into two people. It is an almost physical pain.

All that you have dreamed and hoped and feared and won and lost.

All gone. To one day vanish in a flurry of legalese administered by people that do not know you.
They do not know how happy you once were, and how you believed that in the end, love could conquer all. They don't know you cry when you think of an empty apartment. They don't know how every smile or attempted word from your son you miss is like a knife straight though to the softest part of your heart.

I'm having to grow calluses in parts of my soul I didn't want them, just to get by. I'm afraid of how cold I might become.

I truly believe the fate of my marriage was sealed four years ago when I began to wake up from my long mental slumber and look honestly at the world around me. Over the past four years the man my wife married has died slowly to be replaced by someone she never bargained for. I knew she was afraid of the changes in me. The hatred and rejection of religion in all of it's forms, a radical and often revolutionary political view, and the questioning of everything from the origin of morality to the quantum shift in the types of books, television, and films I found entertaining. It was just a matter of time.

I would never be able to live happily in suburbia with well-groomed lawns and vinyl siding. If it ever was me, it certainly isn't anymore. My wife can be extraordinarily money-oriented and I couldn't really care less. It's always been a point of contention between us and add it to the personal changes I've gone through it's become a deadly poison to our relationship. There is still a great deal of kid in me when it comes to living in the "real world" and I happen to like that aspect of me. She tells me she wants a nice, and I quote, "normal" life and I just don't know what exactly that is.

I'm happiest in the midst of chaos and confusion. I'm messy, disorganized, and impulsive. I am a long way from normal in my dreams and pursuits. I think she is angry that I cannot conform to her ideal of what I "should be". I'm tired of trying. I'm a free and independent human being and I will choose my own path. And so here we are.

We still share the same house. We've put it on the market and neither of us really have the ways or means to leave until we sell it. So we circle each other uncertainly. The only safe ground for conversation is Marcus. Both of us seem to want to stay on at least civil terms for his sake, and for that I'm glad. We've both reached the conclusion that divorce is all but inevitable at this point. I will have as much access to Marcus as I like and that is good. I would have been more than content to have Marcus live with me, but I believe he will be better off living with his mother. As long as I can see him when I wish and have him stay with me part of the time, I am content with the situation. It all sounds so easy and sensible. We shall see how it works out in real life.

You may question why I'm revealing so much that is personal here. Because I consider the people here friends. Each and every one of you here is special to me and I wanted to keep everyone informed. I don't intend to turn this blog into a confessional or emotional sounding board. I simply wanted my friends to know where things stood with me.

Thank you again for all of the kind wishes you have sent to me. I will never forget your kindness and encouragement in these trying times.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Sorry for any inconvenience. Blogger has been down
off and on all day. I'm too tired to even call anyone
names this time.

Bunch of useless motherfuckers.......

Wednesday, March 15, 2006



The food shortages in Niger had been raging for several months before media attention prompted a huge public and governmental response. Several countries in Africa are currently experiencing food shortages similar to this. Around eight million people are on the brink of starvation in the Horn of Africa due to severe drought, crop failure and depletions of livestock, while around 12 million people in southern Africa need emergency food aid.

The causes are complex: poverty, gender inequality, lack of education and poor child care practices, compounded by drought or flooding, conflict and HIV/AIDS. What is clear is that the food shortages are a potential disaster for millions of children.

Here is a link to Unicef.

Anything you can give will help.

Update: That is a link to the UK site. Here is one you can use to donate from the US.

Our thought are with you


Our dear friend Brenda, or B as she is known here, lost her mother suddenly this week. Her blog doesn't have a comments section so consider this comments section dedicated to words of comfort for Brenda and her family.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Blood For Blood


Hurricane Katrina continues to be the greatest disaster in American history (excluding, of course, the entire Bush presidency) and the rest of the nation seems to have forgotten.

Just a couple of weeks ago people actually partied on Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras while large portions of New Orleans and Mississippi still look like something out of a post-apocalyptic nightmare.

Everyone that is interviewed who lost property, family, or friends in the filthy waters back in September are livid and demanding help from anyone who will listen.

But their faces are few and far between in the American media. Their voices are drowned out by trivia and noise and there seems to be nothing to do and no one to do it when it comes to helping thousands still be victimized by official stupidity.

Every time I see a story sandwiched between Oscar dress coverage and sports scores,I wonder how I would react if I was in these people's shoes. I've stated before that the only thing that has kept me from extremely effective and extremely violent opposition to the criminals in charge of our country is the loss of my personal freedom that would eventually follow. I don't want to live in a cage and I don't want to die right now, so I remain peaceful.

For now.

But how would I feel if I was standing in the ruins of my home which the insurance I've been paying for religiously for years now refuses to cover, having lost members of my family because the government sat on their asses and let them die?

How much would I feel like I had to lose? How long before I decided if life as I knew it was over , then someone was sure as hell was going to pay for the negligence that led to this shitty mess?

How long until some angry men or women, mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers decide to make it blood for blood?

Check this out:

Bush and the rest of the ruling class should be very nervous. The Congress and Senate, FEMA and every other alphabet organizations from the NSA to the IRS should be taking notice of the growing rage of all of who aren't part of the elite. We are the ones who have built this nation into what it is. We work hard and are honest. We are what America should be. And finally, the thought that should make the our pampered and cowardly "leaders" wake in a cold sweat at night, we are the ones you trained in deadly arts, sent to fight, then forgot about. Our government sits on a powderkeg and the sparks are swirling in a growing wind.

I'm saying it now and I'm deadly serious. An incredible change must take place in the months and years to come, one that will change the cloyingly corrupt business as usual.

Or else, one day soon:

Blood for blood.


To the NSA, FBI, DOD, Secret Service or anyone else looking in:

Do your jobs and STOP THESE CRIMINALS, or else we will.

This may sound like a threat against the current administration and the government of the United States.

You're goddamned right.

It is.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Well, that seems fair


I understand there's
an empty cell in the


So Milosevic is dead

"Finally, we have some reason to smile. God is fair," said Hajra Catic, who heads an association of women that lost their loved ones in the 1995 massacre of 8,000 Muslims in the eastern Srebrenica enclave by Serb troops.

Tens of thousands of innocent people murdered in Croatia, Bosnia, and Kosovo, and Milosevic dies peacefully in his cell.

Oh yes, God is fair.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Click for larger pic.



It's sad how funny I found this headline.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Pissed Off


And here I thought I was way too numb for anything to get through enough to make me angry. It took a self-righteous member of the fucking American Taliban to do it, but at least it proves I'm still capable of giving a damn.

Check out this arrogant, thoughtless piece of shit:

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

A warm welcome

President Bush receives the usual warm welcome he always
gets when he travels abroad. Seeing how body language and
facial expressions don't always cross the language barrier,
I can't really tell what the nice ladies in the picture at the top
are thinking, but my guess would be: "Bite me!"

I swear I looked for an hour at pictures of protests in India
trying to spot Barnita doing something horrifying to an effigy
of Bush. No such luck.

Just 'cause it soothes my soul


Fallen Angel

by Robbie Robertson

Are you out there
Can you hear me
Can you see me in the dark

I don't believe it's all for nothing
It's not just written in the sand
Sometimes I thought you felt too much
And you crossed into the shadowland

And the river was overflowing
And the sky was fiery red
You gotta play the hand that's dealt ya
That's what the old man always said

Fallen Angel
Casts a shadow up against the sun
If my eyes could see
The spirit of the chosen one

In my dream the pipes were playing
In my dream I lost a friend
Come down Gabriel and blow your horn
'Cause some day we will meet again

Fallen Angel
Casts a shadow up against the sun
If my eyes could see
The spirit of the chosen one

All the tears
All the rage
All the blues in the night
If my eyes could see
You kneeling in the silver light

Fallin', fallin', fallin' down
Fallin', fallin' down
Fallin', fallin', fallin' down
Fallin', fallin' down

Fallen Angel
Casts a shadow up against the sun
If my eyes could see
The spirit of the chosen one

All the tears
All the rage
All the blues in the night
If my eyes could see
You kneeling in the silver light

If you're out there can you touch me
Can you see me I don't know
If you're out there can you reach me
Lay a flower in the snow