got dinkalink?

so we batten down, hunker down, buckle under, press on facing harsh gales of pending global implosion and financial collapse and take stock of our gots while the bulging hatch at the top of the ladder shrieks, piercing our every nerve.

... but being on the bright side of recession proofness: 1) our vehicles are paid for. 2) our property is paid for. 3) the note on the house is less than a car payment and the house has a new metal roof. 4) gas is cheaper. 5) we're eating well and with good health... what more do you want? and even though i'm sorta-retired at my tender age, 6) we still have double income, no kids
so...
it. could. be. a. lot. worse.

not a gloat to be grateful in the extreme i always say.

eeeeeeeeeeeooodddddd

practical trumps all sometimes. hearing instruments for the mom are canceled and she's none the wiser. would have been too complicated for her at her life stage.

now it's back to plain old fire tending and waiting on the buffalo to cross the walking river in the rising rain.

whiskey tango foxtrot

I must need my head examined. My demented moms is being fitted with hearing aids next week and I will give them, oh six hours or so max before they disappear into the black hole of memory loss and confusion. In the spirit of trying to ease my mother's burden of being both demented and deaf as a dead poet, I'm thinking if she can hear better maybe she would be less confused but maybe no, maybe I'm confused to think it will make any difference to a person who's at odds with everything disagreeable anyway but all I can do is try and in my spare time scream into the void at my dead father for leaving me this fucking mess to clean up. When she asked me how long does she have to live there, where she's currently residing, I couldn't answer without my inflicting gallows humor she wouldn't get so I said nothing, changed the subject lamenting to myself the fact she's become a bipolar, overweight clothes rack without a clue who can't function properly on her own if she doesn't feel sorry for herself enough or have something or someone to hate or at least have an intense, unreasonable dislike for...

...if she could just remember what the fuck it was.

the Bonster

okay so what we have here is my handler in the background handling a resting but growth factored 36 pounds of insane coiled sinew tightly wrapped inside a semi-feral hybrid high speed all terrain air dam that can tag a greyhound, wrestle a cow, box a horse, sass a swan sideways or hop your ass and hand it back and all before breakfast and she's only 8 months old in the foreground of a picture posing as my pal the friendly pirate queen, Bonny the Bloody.

disruptive to the bone

Well yes I suppose, it's sorta like a flying down the streets of San Francisco or maybe Oakland naked silently atop a 10 speed bike in the dark because that's all you need to die kind of a disruption thing probably. Or maybe not. I dunno. Always to the edge of the event horizon I say. Sometimes all I have to do is turn around and there I am and sometimes I have to sleep it off with eyes wide open. Depends. I usually only do what the voices tell me to do but sometimes my attention span just wanders off and a search ensues out back in the dumpster before my a.span is found again on some unheard of frequency telling me never mind. Uncanny innet?

JFK was warned by the French not to engage the Viet Minh. Too anti-colonial, too embedded, too tribal, too localized a struggle against Imperialist Dogs they said, never work Jack you can't just send in the Marines and the 1st Air Cav but in the name of all that's blue-blooded, apple pied and PT-Boat motherfuckered, he did it anyway by god and thus what was born into fire but every other covert gun boat diplomacy clone since. The father of modern Special Operations he was and frogmen and snipers everywhere can thank him and today the pinko culture of Vietnam is thriving thank you very much Yankee pig bubbasan.

...and I must say to hell with Krugman, I just thought he made sense in spite of himself. I don't really care. The national debt deflates me. I want Obama to win this but the thing might get him dead. How much more can you take of gimme gimme? For us, too late. The kids, mmm, if they fight tooth and nail might squeak by before the final curtain otherwise the end is near in 10 convenient installments of just $29.95 all of which go to tax deductible charity organizations engaged in the serious work of finding a cure for what ails you.

http://www.truthout.org/011709Z

and don't EVEN get me started about the Alaska governor oh god no please no-

Can you say stay tuned...
for this plainly oppositional freedom business of Obama's that's grinding into our contemporary culture and conscience like a comic book hero? Tell me now if this is all too good to be true. Is this shit for real really?
Me and Peter Parker and I predict there will be a Hollywood movie about this incredible event one way or another and there will be a great gnashing of teeth and rending of hair and eyeballs and many tears shed and a great many silver dollars struck for this oddly American occasion that is so fragile and yet so stalwart a human endeavor in the modern world and will have it's praises sung from now on however short lived this American dream might be, this flash of brilliance in the void of eternity.

Windwalking

Ok I admit it, I'm getting caught up in this Obama Moment. I feel like I just woke up from a coma for the last 8 years and now there's actually hope left in the world and maybe Americans aren't as stupid or brutish as they appear. We have elected a Black Guy and he reports to work Tuesday morning. What... in this country?... the white bread capital of the world? I'm dreaming. No wait, Martin said that. This is reality and I'm not dreaming. The Human Condition just improved by a factor of 10 on a scale of 1-5. Can we really see a world hug coming our way? The Principles of Humanity as seen by our Forefathers, who resisted a tyrant as well, is the foundation of our Condition and it will be restored and thrive and we will improve the world condition by proxy because it will be cool to be from here.

I have a new reason to love my country and it's not out of some sense of superiority or jingoism but what it is that makes this country so great a place to live. We are a country of the People, by the People and for the People. That is the nature of Democracy and for far too long in this country the Democratic Ideals have been the Tyranny of the Minority. Too much apathy has allowed the kind of criminality to occur that has tarnished all we stand for; equality, compassion and freedom. The tyrants are being run down. The Constitution is being reborn and put back in place. The Rule of Law is coming to town and it's checking it's list and checking it twice. Criminal misbehavior in government WILL NOT be tolerated and a War on a Whim will not be allowed. Impeach and prosecute Bush for High Crimes against Humanity so this won't happen again. We are not Fascists and we need to show the world that we really are pretty nice folks and given the chance we can enforce Democracy and make you pretty nice folks too.

scrubs in tights

"Osteomyelitis Treatment with Nanometer-sized Hydroxyapatite Particles as a Delivery Vehicle for a Ciprofloxacin-bisphosphonate Conjugate; New Fluoroquinolone-bisphosphonate Derivatives Show Similar Binding Affinity to Hydroxyapatite and Improved Antibacterial Activity Against Drug-resistant Pathogens."

hmmmmmmmmmmmm

...for the hopelessly scientifically challenged, this means that they are using tiny particles of the mineral that makes up most of the hard part of the bone to deliver cipro to infections of the bone.
well duh... you say.

meanwhile the war plays on. what doesn't kill you will make you stronger.

http://www.truthout.org/011509E

Rupert aka 'Bumpy Bugger' Bumpers R.I.P.

on a number of levels this graphic both works for me and offends me and if you got a minute i'll tell you whatfor.

graphic on the left has a perceived terrorperson with a white AK47 and ski mask fighting for their reason from behind a rubber baby buggy bumper shooting at graphic on the right where you have a perceived terrorperson with a black M16 and hard hat fighting for their reason from in front of a rubber baby buggy bumper shooting at the graphic on the left la la la ad nauseum...

this is an unfair justification to shoot at rubber baby buggy bumpers.

i GET IT already. painfully so.
and so do all the other rubber baby buggy bumpers.

to put a stop to it just wiggle your nose three times, click your heels together and you're there. see how easy that is now what's for supper?

i scream for ice cream.

yaaayyy!!!

ming's meow?

...a top drawer example of excellence and fastidiousness routinely fashioned and groomed to a fine cutting edge...

"Man this shit is the ming's meow."

tried to post this on urbandictionary.com and they decided i've done enough for one year. see zingpow for the skinny. don't know why they claim my email address is invalid when they sent the notice of publication to that address.
think the public needs to know just what the hell the ming's meow actually is because all blade managers know that a fine edge will cut with just a breath of air.

Little Cauliflower

baby's back dressed in black no longer intact and that's a fact. today she's home from the horsepistol with a sore gut, fuzzy thinking and bad breath. she's my baby girl.

anthropomorphised

with misplaced sadness and heavy heart the light of my day and the night of my dark will be presented for surgery posthaste in the morning

mope I will for my leetle Bon Bon

and

will not I rest till the deed is done



i said that...

grueling for naught

Go ahead stop okay enough now bite my shorts please we're even so go pick on somebody smaller than you somewhere else or better yet go pick on somebody bigger than you as usual and as usual get your brain handed to you on a bun see where that gets you so go ahead stop already okay?
I mean that's all I'm sayin just why is itit just won't stop? when these fucking tribal dissonances sanding out stains in the carpets...? over and over for the sake of it since it's part of the fabric of foreverwar and like it or not my god's better than your god so fuck you bang you're dead if you don't like it for the last twenty hundred something daftillion years or so like when Yellowstone blows her top after the National Geo Special last Tuesday and we're bathing in searing hot ash laden rain that closely resembles searing hot flash laden mud is that when? Huh? I don't know either but I'm keeping my flashlight loaded too just in case just in case and resign myself to reality once again.

there's always yesterday supposedly

well hell yeah it's the fucking new year and a big whoop goes up and happy as a pig in shit to be here again one never knows when that damn bell tolls just ask around thems that dont know so might as well be here for it am i right no?


on the other foot there's always days after yesterdays to sort this sort of thing out and if that dont work for you then you dont need my dog since she can fix most anything as well as take it apart right in front of you so she knows where my graycells grows and it's so tomorrow so she knows where not to look as if that's important today except what you need now is likely not what she has in mind in the mean time.

my dog is a good dog

clambering over the bodies

... so it goes, another holiday shot, shived and shoved, pushed aside, in a glide, diced, sliced and iced to make room for another as the band plays on bing bang bong.

the years are blurring like a reflection in the subway windows as it careens through the 42nd street station at 78 mph and i can't get on and i can't get off, just riding it out too tired to care in this winter of my discontent with no meaning as i age away and as usual... so it goes.

nippled & dyned to deaf

if it aint one thing it's another first it's hot then it's cold then it's hot. and then it's hot and then it's not and then it is. man this is taking it's toll this back and forth tittytatty bangbang because the yard already needs re-painting and the sky's burned out and needs a new one and my feet are old all the trees have all called in nude and headed to re-education camps & i'm sick and tired of being sick and tired of this heart of darkness morality play that keeps careening round and round my brainpan dodging clots while the dogs bay themselves to sleep without consideration for those of us emerging from the pool armed & ready and well shitfire that fucker needs a paint job too come to think of it better get on it.

hellifino this is expensive this always something never a dull laugh or cry oh well and ride the grey dog on out a here live to ride ride to live lucy i'm home moment but still...... what would be the point if you can't stand still long enough to find out?

'splain that.

from the subliminal to the subdural

this time of year disturbs me like a spike in sun spots and other solar activity that fucks with the tidal basins in my head disturbs me. i tell an old friend how i hate christmas and laugh. he says you do not and laughs. i chuckle back and say oh yes i do. then we change the subject and the elevator music plays on and the crowd is nice meanwhile the troops are not home yet godammit and now everybody in the world knows how to throw a grenade at the president and the next guy coming in is an african american born on the islands and shoots hoops and is under glass and covered from every manhole and rooftop and three piece suit in towns everywhere and i catch a whiff of the christmas tree lots as i drive by and remember the good old days and how i hate christmas now because they're charging 150+ bucks for that damn 4 foot farm raised fir and they stick it in sugar water for 3 weeks and sit around and ooh and aah it to death and drag it to the dump after the new year ambushed your sorry ass again as per usual and begins the slow crawl through january and fuck here we go.
shit.
i cant hardly wait for next summer so i can look forward to next winter and think about those christmas trees that remind me of my youth when we couldnt wait for next christmas during next summer. bah!
i hate christmas. no really.

oogedy-boogedy

so i'm kinda like a Wednesday opening on my busy shedyule this week will have mines call ya'lls and make it so eh? hot spicey noodles for lunch sound fartingly good what's not to like? and will leave room for fried greased supper-aramabamadingdong for balance mere hours later oooh baby oooh...


re:
best thing about people like Hank Giroux is that you can read their stuff, ponder their stuff and ignore their stuff without fear of an eraser being thrown at your nodding off forehead knocking out your stuff or miss anything else new for that matter in the comfort of your own home at the same time and stuff.

...alas learning critical thinking is a choice sadly enough like a career flinging shit.

however ol' stick as you know, me thunks crit think skills are essential to staying above the fray which is where the clearer visions are unless of course ok is good enough which is whatever feels good but the biological awareness of an uppity selfdom is still a serious focal point and leg up in understanding the point of it all anyway without being utterly ridiculous and mired in mind-numbing soul-sucking haircut boredom and just ok know what i mean?


watch more history channel or else.


bwoohahahaz

2 to 4 bits worth

Just what this country needs; a good war and a 5 cent cigar.

ha! thesesillyassholes...put everybody to work for the military-industrial complex making munitions for a better mummers world and a soup kithchen for the homies and their friends my friends, the muzzle of a gun is the only way to run a railroad because we're not here to introduce the local flora and fauna to the joy and freedom of democracy people, we're here to enforce the democracy people and if that means state sponsored terrorism in the name of democracy my friends then bygoodgod almighty come on down, we'll just do it and never mind the founding fathers and some vision of Camelot with a side of beef in every pot posing for a Norman Rockwell painting under some carpet bombs from 30,000 feet and never warned about.




this calls for another brigade strength phalanx of suicide for effect, Mr. Gridley, you may fire when ready.

damn the mosquitoes, full speed to dead.

catch 'em next time.

meanwhile--- slinc er slim and life's too short and we're all fucked anyway so might as well roll over and go back to sleep.

the alarm goes off soon enough.

away all boats...

Well today think is the day I arrived screaming pink with stink under hot lights and Mozart banging on the 88's in the background some many moons ago.

So far this life has been fun. No point in complaining because it's all been said before so it's pointless to be unhappy. I get depressed maybe since the world really is so very fucked up but I got this life and that's what counts in the final analysis.

Life after death? meh, don't buy it. Dead is dead and the longer I stay out of the ohbee's the better I like it because Bob happens and that includes the hospitals because there aint nobody in there except fucking sick people who are for the most part dying and who needs that? WTF! I mean... how can you rest in peace if there's some heavenly choir singing all the time and jumping up and down on the bed and stuff? I mean really... Repose is repose and it's under the daisies da tra la la.

End of story.

Happy Birthday to Myself and I...

and God loves Me too

The day of Turkely's Trepridation

One of the better t-days in recent years being only me and the wifey, the moms and the little evil doggie present for the usual bird, cranberries, yams and beat down spuds replete with gravy, greenbean almondine, bread of corned innards and chased by punkin pie, chilled water and tea. It was a short and sweet event geared toward minimal aggravation with maximum results and it worked and set a new benchmark for the next several encounters.

The moms has forgotten my wife of 29 years and most everything else in the last 10. My stress levels are more manageable due to her declining cognitive abilities because I'm getting used to it now that it's measurable and tangible like the sun going down or the moon going by or the river running dry. My wife provides a lot of interference for me as we advance into the haze for she has the soft touch of an angel and smooths it all out while I watch mi madre auger in and as she augers she thinks my wife is some nice young lady that just hangs around with me and the dog which is, as long as I don't have to further explain anything again, fine with me, never mind the grandchildren and the great one on the way.