30.1.09

Hitler As Parody

Recently I had the opportunity to meet an old lady in one of my clinics. I say old but that is really a misconception because she was actually quite young in physical health and temperment. She needed some things for foreign travel to a country where she believes she can live to be four hundred years old!

I have to wonder at such things and she was seemingly non plussed when I said, "Who would want to live that long!"

I have to wonder at the fountain of youth and age sometimes. Flarf and all of this jockeying for position in a world where that seems to be the norm aka Darwinistic ideal. Survival of the fittest and of course, a youthful person is way more likely to survive a bit longer than me but all the same...death is just around the corner for us all. Even Flarfists die and the attempt to remain young through one's poetry...to literally formulate some kind of non-doctrine doctrine around that...is inevitably doomed. Or is it?

The young inherit the old and that goes for cultures as well as civilizations. Without the demise of Greece, we wouldn't have Europe or Asia or ee gads, High Baroque. Hitler himself is part of that High Baroque and can be seen gesticulating in Broadway musicals in "our time". Flarf is this type of thing. It is indicative of a need to remain perpetually fluent in the culture in which it migrates and hopes to take hold by literally not-pushing pushing someone else off of a cliff of such dangerous heights that people don't really want to go there anyway because there, one has to demonstrate some social responsibility.

Salad Fingers.


San Pantaleone Sees Anne Sexton On The Corniche In Beirut

Becoming a parody of oneself is not so bad when you figure everything is a bit fetish, the tickling tease of the ego." - Dr. Soandso, 1990, Commencement address, Bryn Mawr: "The history of stereographic photos revealing ladies' bloomers and the moral controversies of our time."

Oh that divine itch!

The fuel of the fire, man
-the fractional distillation
-the rising to the top
-the sparkling rumination.

Oh that jet fuel!
How it makes us fly!

A system of clockwork,
spins its spine,
the Hurly Gurly
at Lunatic Park,
the Hurly Gurly
at Lunatic Park,
ferris wheel and gypsy
in our hokey hoboken
on the boardwalk
lit up in the dark,
the sea is waiting
to see under her skirt
her frantic nipples
and her eyes so alert!

Our Hurly Gurly of Lunatic Park.


http://www.sundress.net/wickedalice/sanpanteleone.html

27.1.09

The Wishy-Washy Heresies
of Our Time

a poem should not mean
But be. -MacLeish, Ars Poetica

In the twenty seventh book
wrote: dust, a native flower
the landscape hated
and decorated,
wrote about cancer, a guess
that it must have changed
something in lieu of itself,
must have been a contagion.
Began to say my doctrine
(as if this would help)
into tape recorders placed
on credenzas and coffee tables,
begins to see the embarrassing
stigmata and shoves them into
percolators one after the other
to keep the catalogue on fire.
This one is for the real baby,
aims not for the body
but the mind, is perversely
academic, a congregato
de propaganda fide ethnic
cleansing where the only
conversation contains
the lesson of the world,
the lesson of conjecture
in that world, the ecclesiast
of our kind but not the djinn.

There was an old woman
who lived in a shoe,
skiddlarinky-dinky-do
her bones lived there too.
How many exceptions
are increments*
allowed to Iblis
to hone in and feed
on these children?
My doctrine she says
into the machine, my doctrine.
I can fix anything for a while
with pebbles and string.


This poem was crafted between four a.m. and about six. It is hand carved out of superior elements forged by a group of exemplary standards. The crux (topical and mechanical) of it relies on the stability of
introducing the "machine" into a process known as extemporare phenomenology aided by the use of an actual machine to hammer out the finite details i.e. Wikipedia and i.e. to drive the points of it home. Furthermore, the use of such heavyweight terminology is secondary to theme but all the same must come across in no uncertain terms. Sadly, the wisdom is mistaken for belligerence on most levels due to the predominant theories of our time (this is the assumption of conjecture and its profound ability to mesmerize (like the old magicians in front of Musa and Firon who seemed to bundle light or improvised Houdini like escapades all the way until the Red Sea closed down albeit the magicians ended up siding with the prophet afterall...a relatively undisplayed part of that chronology)):

The enemy will continue to infiltrate Literature.
—Comrade Stavsky (head of the Soviet writers’ union), 1937

The beauty of such poems is indicative of the ideologies incorporated to create a powerful blow to the industry of "poetry" as it relates to "religion" and/or the "priesthood". Clearly, there are those who have become quite good at it and clearly, there is an innate good in the production of such decorative philosophical fancies that can stand the test of time even for an instant.

*Increments of certain length

"The SoQ/post-avant theory is a mountain of polemic founded on pure special pleading. It's "us vs. them" paranoia as convenience. Why? Because literature, art and poetry are rooted in fundamental ethical and aesthetic criteria. Inner law. And every work of art is an imperfect attempt to express that law. The effort by polemicists and literary-historical revisionists such as Silliman, Gooding and others, to promote certain forms of art and poetry on a rhetorical-collective-political basis (by which certain literary groups and trends are inherently and historically "superior" to others) is bound to fail. Because art finds its sanction only through the art itself, and collective ideologies and networks are only forms of intellectual inside trading. They corrupt the essential "work" of art -- which is to express the ethical and aesthetic problem in its own original and irreducible terms." -Henry Gould, HG Poetics

Man. Wish I would have said that.














25.1.09

Great Mormon Animation....is this for real? Ee gads.




From that to this:

24.1.09

Palestinians Steadfast
Against the Monstrosity
Known as "Israel"

Three part Al Jazeera report







23.1.09

SWINDLER'S LIST


Israel and the sound of music during its ethnic cleansings:

http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=1&categ_id=4&article_id=98985



There was a music school in Gaza. It was just six months old. The 31 children aged 7 to 11 could choose one of five instruments, including the guitar, oud (lute), and piano. Most of the 19 girls gravitated to the guitar and piano, while many of the 12 boys showed a preference for the oud.

The school worked out of rented premises in the Palestinian Red Crescent Society building just across the street from the Preventive Security Forces compound in Gaza City. The compound was targeted in the first wave of Israeli bombardments on December 27, and twice more the next day. The five-story building was vaporized; a flat gravel surface is all that remains.

Like other buildings in the neighborhood, the Gaza Music School was shattered; window frames and doors were blown out, and holes were punched in the walls. The force of the blast imploded the four ouds, just like it had the compound.

By some miracle, the children had not yet arrived for their lessons and so were spared the fate of those in other schools in the path of Israeli bombs.

22.1.09

Under McNeely's Cedar Trees at Spoon River


Washington McNeely

RICH, honored by my fellow citizens,
The father of many children, born of a noble mother,
All raised there
In the great mansion-house, at the edge of town.
Note the cedar tree on the lawn!
I sent all the boys to Ann Arbor, all the girls to Rockford,
The while my life went on, getting more riches and honors—
Resting under my cedar tree at evening.
The years went on.
I sent the girls to Europe;
I dowered them when married.
I gave the boys money to start in business.
They were strong children, promising as apples
Before the bitten places show.
But John fled the country in disgrace.
Jenny died in child-birth—
I sat under my cedar tree.
Harry killed himself after a debauch,
Susan was divorced—
I sat under my cedar tree.
Paul was invalided from over study,
Mary became a recluse at home for love of a man—
I sat under my cedar tree.
All were gone, or broken-winged or devoured by life—
I sat under my cedar tree.
My mate, the mother of them, was taken—
I sat under my cedar tree,
Till ninety years were tolled.
O maternal Earth, which rocks the fallen leaf to sleep!

Paul McNeely


DEAR Jane! dear winsome Jane!
How you stole in the room (where I lay so ill)
In your nurse’s cap and linen cuffs,
And took my hand and said with a smile:
“You are not so ill—you’ll soon be well.”
And how the liquid thought of your eyes
Sank in my eyes like dew that slips
Into the heart of a flower.
Dear Jane! the whole McNeely fortune
Could not have bought your care of me,
By day and night, and night and day;
Nor paid for you smile, nor the warmth of your soul,
In your little hands laid on my brow.
Jane, till the flame of life went out
In the dark above the disk of night
I longed and hoped to be well again
To pillow my head on your little breasts,
And hold you fast in a clasp of love—
Did my father provide for you when he died,
Jane, dear Jane?

Mary McNeely

PASSER BY,
To love is to find your own soul
Through the soul of the beloved one.
When the beloved one withdraws itself from your soul
Then you have lost your soul.
It is written: “I have a friend,
But my sorrow has no friend.”
Hence my long years of solitude at the home of my father,
Trying to get myself back,
And to turn my sorrow into a supremer self.
But there was my father with his sorrows,
Sitting under the cedar tree,
A picture that sank into my heart at last
Bringing infinite repose.
Oh, ye souls who have made life
Fragrant and white as tube roses
From earth’s dark soil,
Eternal peace!

Daniel M'Cumber

WHEN I went to the city, Mary McNeely,
I meant to return for you, yes I did.
But Laura, my landlady’s daughter,
Stole into my life somehow, and won me away.
Then after some years whom should I meet
But Georgine Miner from Niles—a sprout
Of the free love, Fourierist gardens that flourished
Before the war all over Ohio.
Her dilettante lover had tired of her,
And she turned to me for strength and solace.
She was some kind of a crying thing
One takes in one’s arms, and all at once
It slimes your face with its running nose,
And voids its essence all over you;
Then bites your hand and springs away.
And there you stand bleeding and smelling to heaven!
Why, Mary McNeely, I was not worthy
To kiss the hem of your robe!



21.1.09

The Redacted

and the sound
Of running feet from every side was heard
Bent on the

THE END
- Jonathan Swift Somers in The Spooniad


Nurse's Epilogue

This world is held together
by dogs and gardens,
ladders and bells,
really tight shoestrings.
As her kidneys fail
her tears drain light
from her woebegone eyes.
All the way to Tombstone today,
should I take my gun?
You have to laugh sometimes.
At three in the morning
I wonder about her potassium,
feel sad about the way
she looked at me before
I knew that she was sick.
I'll never forget that darkness
because I thought that it was mine.
She stood in the first row
at the end, left to right.
We were all such pretty girls.

A penny for your thoughts

it is only a description
of things past
the entire day spent
in suspicion, hard on
with doubt
knowing but not knowing
in the cloud of envy
a pin drops

she lives alone
and watches QVC
all night long

she breaks
in her car
with a best-seller at lunch

I keep on working
through and stop
twice to smoke

Snowman, come here.

19.1.09

Did Dubya kill
Dr. Hunter S. Thompson?
-Hunter would say so.


"Mista Kurtz, he dead."

Who has time for movies anymore? I certainly don't but I try. My Netflix subscription is back and no doubt the hubby will cancel me before long. That's because I have all these aspirations when it comes to movies. Those are generally built on what I am told to view by the entertainment industry and after I imbibe a few of those I am so disappointed that I end up ordering movies and leaving them on the coffee table to serve as drink coasters.

Gonzo: The Life and Work of Hunter S. Thompson isn't going to make it into your local theater, I guarantee you that.

But it should. Gonzo is a documentary about the life of the last journalist America ever produced. The movie which is a blend of real life clips and dramatizations starring Johnny Depp (in clips from the movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas directed by Terry Gilliam) as Dr. Thompson (was he really a Dr.?) is a tour de force of the Love Generation as it foreshadows the death of the American Dream.

It is Bing Crosby and Bob Hope in Apocolypse Now. It is T.S. Eliot when he writes in Requiem:

For thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception

And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but with a whimper.

It starts out pretty slow and for those who are unfamiliar with Dr. Thompson's career...they will abandon the flick right away. For some of us however, we are willing to put up with the horrible first few lengths out of the gate. And they are, horrible, absolutely.

Once this movie gets going however, you will not be disappointed.

It is one of the most tender, hilarious and mind expanding ETHICAL experiences I've ever had in front of a screen. By the time Dr. Thompson's double-thumbed gravestone is lifted after his much contemplated suicide early in the Bush administration....complete with fireworks and an all star cast at the wake....you'll want to meet the man in Paradise but you suspect it would be in Hell. You have to let the man go and hope for the best.

18.1.09


Pass this on to a friend...it's really contagious

Guess what? Go ahead....just give it a stab. No, no....we all knew Israel would give up and the next phase of that....well...is utter disaster in the press for the murderous regime running that FAILING theocracy. That was written before the invasion began.

No...this is something important to YOU.

You very likely have Herpes. That is, if you live in the continental United States of America. Research suggests that 27% of all women without bacterial vaginosis (non specific infection of the vagina with bacteria..yuck) are infected with HSV 2. That's the kind that gives you sores and a spot on a curious TV ad for eHarmony. Worse, out of those who DO have a buggy or two in their naughty bits, 37.2% are infected. Yikes. That's a lot of Herpes people. And if you get Herpes Simplex type 2 during the last trimester of your pregnancy...there's an increased risk you will pass it to your baby and give it all sorts of setbacks including a real major one known as death. Wow. Now you do the math....that is a compilation study of two distinct groups...those who DO have buggy fannies and those who DON'T have buggy fannies (British term for the naughty bits which is a Monty Python term for naughty bits). I hate to tell you this next part: there are only two types of females on the planet...those with Bacterial Vaginosis and those without it. Therefore, we simply have to add the two figures and we come up with an ASTONISHING statistic.


64.2% of all women in that study...are seropositive for Herpes Simplex Type 2. Wow. I mean...wow. Other studies, several in fact, estimate the incidence to be about 1 in 5 Americans are infected with HSV2.

The real downside to this stat above is the factoid that testing for HSV 2 is relatively new. It isn't widely available..at least not as available as Chlamydia testing has become. Therefore, I think it is very, very safe to assume that the above stats are UNDER REPRESENTING the actual problem.

Oh...and I almost forgot to say that infection with HSV 2 gives you a whopping increase in the chances that a person will contract the dreaded HIV/AIDS virus.

You know....scientists still don't know why moths are drawn to light bulbs. Lots of things have been suggested as the cause. Mostly, they just do it because that is all they know how to do apparently. And if this were about Ebola or the THREAT of a worldwide epidemic of the DREADED flu sniffles (well..yes...flu can be a hoary problem).....well. It would just be all over CNN, NBC, CBS, ABC, FOX, PBS, WKRP in Cincinnati.....just all over...wouldn't it. I mean come on...it would.

What gets me is the fact that we know for a fact what causes sexually transmitted disease.

http://cdc.confex.com/cdc/std2008/techprogram/P15317.HTM

14.1.09

Palestinian Child Dies For the Sins of Israel




More photos of innocent children murdered in cold blood by the Army of Death aka IDF


http://desertpeace.wordpress.com/2009/01/06/phopto-gallery-of-gazas-martyred-children/

Once people get past the general horror of seeing innocent people murdered in such horrendous ways, I'd like to point out something.

As a pediatric nurse specialist, these dead bodies were going to be dead anyway, from starvation. Almost every body I have seen is showing signs of DEFINITE MALNUTRITION.

That is because Israel has been methodically starving these people to death.

13.1.09

Eulogy for the Slavic Latern

Glass graveyards are where
people do things in
a parthenon of procedures
in the decadent and similar:
television, lamp, side table -
beds turned down, pillows fluffed
between the windows and the eye.
In the code of old Egyptian,
ready made for the stacks
of ash and flood materials,
we ask about the time,
from the top to the bottom.
Each ticky-tock a better flashback,
the trees coming and going
a little faster- away with you
Chupacabra! Away with you
John Travolta! Away with you
Aurora Borealis!
Away with even you
Armageddon.
The soil sequesters
the rot in drag, locked
up tight for the future
in those awful Georgian coffins
that no one gets to see
and why buy that?
For sure, some do believe
in getting up again
and want to be ready
in the post post-mortem
to go anywhere, anytime with anyone.
Look at all the handsome darlings,
look at the ones who all fell bleeding
with mouths so froze wide open;
no one can hear them anymore.
No one could hear them then.











12.1.09

The epitome of oppression. Think about it and how that relates to how wars are fought around the world...

You see...Iran established as did Hezbollah...the old notion of taking prisoners, exchanging them for conciliations and reconciliations. They treated them all fairly well (as well as POWs can expect to be treated I suppose because being a POW can never be considered a picnic).....Ahmadinijad even gave the British sailors candies and new clothes. Instead of recognizing that for what it was...it was labeled a media trick. Well....all things considered...in the world of tricks I'd say that having 70,000 able bodied men show up for a jihad at the airport and then declaring a fatwa against such a thing...might indeed be a media trick...a staged example of how wars can be fought and won....merely by showing up and making a statement.

Yet Israel imprisons a whole population and shoots at them at will. They used to traipse into Lebanon at will (and still violate airspace every day) and rough up the occupants. They not only do not understand war but very soon, they will be quite puzzled at defeat.

This is a known outcome to the Islamic world (most of it). I do often chuckle at some muslims however who feel they have to FIGHT in order to win. Sometimes, you just have to sit there, trust, watch and organize the situations by labeling them for what they are. Israel no doubt and her occupants as well are most likely going through alot of things just about now..in their heads where this great war will be won. Where all wars are won.

You begin to see the truth shine and the falsehood subside if even by small degrees.

11.1.09

Tired by Ashraf Osman. Just published at the Comstock Review. Well done. Very very well done Mr. Osman.

10.1.09

The Victory

The Victory is one of those amazing Suras that has found its way into the conscience of so many people in the world today...for better and for worse.

Some get really BOTHERED about it...especially when a muslim quotes it to them. That is because they don't like Allah, don't believe in the power of Allah. They do however confuse that principle with human power and superiority when they really shouldn't.

The statement in The Victory is:

"He it is Who has sent His Messenger (Muhammad) with Guidance and the Religion of Truth (Islam), that He may establish (make) it (Islam) superior over all religions. And All-Sufficient is Allaah as a Witness." [Quran 48:28]

Heh..and you know...Allah doesn't make mistakes. Allah just doesn't...it is all logical and worthwhile.

People...just seem to think...that the whole Islamization process ended with the end of the Ottoman Empire...because people tend to associate religion with ethnicity more often than not. I mean..afterall..we have the African American Church now. What on earth is that? It is what it is...it is an ethnically centered type of Christian worship just like the Ottoman Empire was primarily for Ottoman centered people.

The statement in The Victory wasn't that Allah would make the Arabs victorious or the Jews or any other particular type or color of nation....victorious.

Allah said he would establish ISLAM as superior. Not, something else. People really need to pay attention to those curious little details and grab hold. Because Allah states about "himself" that Allah doesn't change his mind, his promises, his methods or his decision about his own Creation.

9.1.09

Iran's Supreme Leader bans suicide attacks against Israel:

http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?cid=1231167317200&pagename=JPost%2FJPArticle%2FShowFull


Well done. They aren't worth the loss of muslim lives who would be given nor are they worth the gun powder it would take, in the first place, to blow them to hell.

8.1.09

What Really Gets Me
About the Ages of Ignorance
or...the Thing in Itself
(and how to convince people that they aren't really seeing what they are seeing)

There are a number of things that really get me. For one, Christopher Hitchens at Slate labels Gaza as "Islamic Gaza". Not only that, with his headline he labels Gaza as a Moral Failure before the vote is even counted! What on earth could that mean? I'll tell you what it means in the context of Mr. Hitchens' vitriolic hate against anything remotely "religious". Mr. Hitchens is a defiant athiest, better than all of us numb-skulls and uses his incredibly contagious ignorance to misguide a significant number of people to follow the norm he perceives to be "reality".

He indicates with his language that there are some parts of the world that are "Islamic"...well...what on earth could that mean afterall? It means that Mr. Hitchens, as a devout athiest...actually thinks Allah has Omnipotence in some parts of the world and basically has no sway in others. Well..there either is or there isn't, Mr. Hitchens.....a Creator. Mr. Hitchens is entitled to his take on things but the rest of us ought to ponder that little bit of information in some depth.

Another thing that really gets me...is the way some folks "weigh in" without really "weighing in".
Ron Silliman at Silliman's Blog a decidedly Pro Israel Poetry Blog who finally took it upon himself to mention something definite about Gaza and the horrendous acts of Israel against a democratically elected albeit "Islamic" government. By the people, for the people and all that jazz, only as long as it isn't for the "Muslim" people.

Silliman blurts out..."I don't know much about it." Then goes on to blame Hamas for trying to defend its legitimacy not only as a governmental body, but as a RACE of people who just so happen to be the victims of the cruelest joke to date in human history. That joke being..that the poor old victims of the Holocaust moved in peacefully, asked the occupants to move aside in a nice tone and even paid them for their lands (which Israel always says it did..haha...oh...big joke that was and is!). All the while, these goody-two-shoe believers make out like they are searching for the Promised Land i.e. Allah created a special ethnically pure place just for them and no one else. So...it is the case that what gets me also used to get Ali ibn Abi Taleb, Chief of the Believers and Lion of Islam, First Imam and all around Prophet's Best Friend and Brother. People like Ron Silliman set out to convince us all of their utter innocence (in misguidance) and end up telling us how we ought to think. In fact, Ron Silliman is complicit. Just look at all the articles he has cited in the past few weeks about Hitler, the Protocols of Zion and even one crummy article about a lavisious Tehranian uncle who groped his Newly American Iranian runaway neice! Old story there you know...like...where are all the stories about Nice Iranian People? Are there none?

Ali ibn Abi Taleb once said and it is truly one of the most useful notes about the Age of Ignorance (Jahaliya):

Among all the people the most detested before Allah are two persons. One is he who is devoted to his self. So he is deviated from the true path and loves speaking about (foul) innovations and inviting towards wrong path. He is therefore a nuisance for those who are enamoured of him, is himself misled from the guidance of those preceding him, misleads those who follow him in his life or after his death, carries the weight of others' sins and is entangled in his own misdeeds.

The other man is he who has picked up ignorance. He moves among the ignorant, is senseless in the thick of mischief and is blind to the advantages of peace. Those resembling like men have named him scholar but he is not so. He goes out early morning to collect things whose deficiency is better than plenty, till when he has quenched his thirst from polluted water and acquired meaningless things.

He sits among the people as a judge responsible for solving whatever is confusing to the others. If an ambiguous problem is presented before him he manages shabby argument about it of his own accord and passes judgement on its basis. In this way he is entangled in the confusion of doubts as in the spider's web, not knowing whether he was right or wrong. If he is right he fears lest he erred, while if he is wrong he hopes he is right. He is ignorant, wandering astray in ignorance and riding on carriages aimlessly moving in darkness. He did not try to find reality of knowledge. He scatters the traditions as the wind scatters the dry leaves.

By Allah, he is not capable of solving the problems that come to him nor is fit for the position assigned to him. Whatever he does not know he does not regard it worth knowing. He does not realise that what is beyond his reach is within the reach of others. If anything is not clear to him he keeps quiet over it because he knows his own ignorance. Lost lives are crying against his unjust verdicts, and properties (that have been wrongly disposed of) are grumbling against him.

I complain to Allah about persons who live ignorant and die misguided. For them nothing is more worthless than Qur'an if it is recited as it should be recited, nor anything more valuable than the Qur'an if its verses are removed from their places, nor anything more vicious than virtue nor more virtuous than vice.

And not just Hitchens and Silliman either. The world is Chock Full of people who speak as if they are authorities on something other than what they are in actuality...and that is people who have been drinking from a polluted pool of knowledge and hence pollute the world with nonsense and illogical conclusions that they hope others will actually not notice, not notice how stoopid it actually is to blame a displaced people for the violence used by an Occupier. Because if it is the case that Israel is the victim here...it would be the first time in human history that an Occupier behaved in a Non Occupying fashion.

I complain to Allah about these kinds of people. I complain that truly...we cannot rectify what was done to the African slaves that we mutilated and imprisoned on our plantations. We cannot rectify what we did to the Native Americans except maybe we ought to give them a heads-up about the Casino Industry.

To try however to convince people that we cannot do anything about this massacre and oppression while it is STILL IN PROGRESS is a flat out lie and myth in the making. Oh sure....one hundred years from now we can all wring our hands and say...oh well! Here's a Casino for you to run.

But this is happening NOW. Not LATER. There is no two ways about that and if you think there is...there is something MOST DEFINITELY WRONG WITH YOU.

The last thing that gets me is the fact that as a muslim...I'm just not entitled to an opinion on this matter. That goes for all the muslims in the world...all billion or so of us (at last count). We just cannot "take sides" on the matter and be given our due.

Oh we are BIASED.

Well....yes. We Muslims are biased but that bias is towards the TRUTH. And anyone who is biased toward the falsehoods and the evil ways of conducting human affairs is NATURALLY going to see us as having a biased opinion.

At the end of the day however (or end of the whole damn story), we know we are right. It isn't a matter of hating anyone but it is a matter of hating evil. Without that under your belt...you are absolutely lost. You'll throw your towel in with all sorts of lost and frustrating causes.

How it is. The "thing" in itself is known as the Truth. It survives all else and falsehood inevitably passes away and the Israeli Occupation follows the definition of falsehood: oppression, forced labor, murder, larceny, spying, deception, treason to everything except itself...everything that all good people know is absolutely in the column labeled Bad Deeds. There are some foolhearty persons in the world that will tell others all sorts of things and like Alice Notley wrestling with Phyllis Schaffly over whose disobedience is better and winning merely because she can talk a better talk....so do Kantian era theosophists with emphasis in there on the Sophist part of the word...try to convince people that the children in Gaza actually deserve a bit of tasty Israeli evil.



The Bound to Happen

I thought I was just pretending
all along, saying well, that's
bound to happen and it does and I say
well, that's bound to happen.
We all know that when we leave
the room, the room disappears.
We've known it since we were born
and sometimes we talk about it
with strangers knowing full well
that once they leave
all secrets follow
into the ether or the dark,
same thing and who can tell
time as it passes
when you are asleep,
the clocks looking you over?
It is a strange statistic
and one I am fond of until
it comes to the war zones.

7.1.09

[7.46] And between the two there shall be a veil, and on the most elevated places there shall be men who know all by their marks, and they shall call out to the dwellers of the garden: Peace be on you; they shall not have yet entered it, though they hope.

[7.48] And the dwellers of the most elevated places shall ca!l out to men whom they will recognize by their marks saying: Of no avail were to you your amassings and your behaving haughtily:

6.1.09

So there's these folks ayasee? theys talking trash and tellin everyone bout the endtimes yasee? but wes anot listening yasee? because the knowledge is all transparentdental yasee? them dianetics in their lost trousers put up the cash yasee? but all it was paper yasee? IOUs and ticket stubs to the sox games where theyses sittin up there supposin no ones listenin yasee? but listenin bein what listenin is didn't mind its own business yasee? talkin trash yasee? oh man did I tells you all about the way that them do-what you wants-to braggarts gets all the cash in the endtimes yasee? not the endtimes but the endtimes when the trees start talking and sayin' yasee? here's one and he's a winner named Madoff yasee? took 40 and gave it to his grandpappy yasee? Bernie I think hes called that or a scheister but he most likely bought a piece of Senator this or that like they buyin up copies of the New York Times or sumthin yasee?

"Yeah, yeah right." Jim looked at this fella...bit strange, got an accent and tapped his cup so the waitress would come back by and he could examine her rack once again as she bent over to lovingly fill his cup. Right over the top and hot coffee oozed towards Jim's plate of shew bread and gravy like a flood at Cedar Rapids. "Thanks girlie. You're a fine girl."

Up above in the sky, a UFO group whizzed by (without any sound of course) and headed off towards Guatamala at cruising speed.

5.1.09

So many words come to mind,
causa belli is always one of them.

4.1.09

Part One and Two of:

Peace, Palestine and the Promised Land

Why and how Israel controls what Americans know about their brutal Occupation:





3.1.09

Pakistani film made in the seventies and banned by the local "authorites" who just happened to be...at the time...Sunni authorities. The Blood of Hussein. Everyday is Kerbala. This film is rare and not available to my knowledge in video stores.




Part 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

1.1.09

http://normanfinkelstein.com/article.php?pg=11&ar=2311

Photo album at NormFinkelstein's place of Gaza children in coffins, intubated, ripped to shreds, lined up and related by the most intelligent and consciencious Jew in our times. Our babies are good enough for him.

The following poem can be distributed via emails with or without the name of this poet. I have distributed it to at least five hundred individuals and have received a few responses. I hope to relate those to you when I have the permission of the authors of those letters.

It takes a bit of courage to say such things, to read such things....let alone to send them to someone who might be truly offended by the act of disobedience that it involves.

I do assure you however that at the end of that process, you will understand the people in your life that actually support what you support and hate what you hate. Strangely enough...just like the Niggeritis poem got me into hot water for the N word (no one minded the Islamofascist word at the end of Niggeritis).....most will ignore the Martha Stewart Palin Schaffly-ness of the muffins in there. How it is...people see what they want to see and sometimes you have to force them to take a good hard look at something they'd rather not be subjected to.


Our Babies Are Good Enough

Would Phyllis Schaffly shoot fish
in a barrell like they do in Gaza,
shoot babies in the cradle like
they do in Gaza, the Jews,
yes the Jews who are not
funny anymore, pathetic
How to say Hi! to the Jew
anymore after the fish
in the barrell come floating
to the top, boycott the looking
yes, Jew. You. How to shoot
fish in the AusDachauBlederling?
You the quiet Jew minding
his own business, you being
Jewish controllingtheworld
like you do, quiet minding
the business of the heartbreak
AusDachauBlederling.
All our babies line up
for your photo albums
don't they? Lay real
still for your photo albums
don't they you Martha
Stewartberry muffins. The Fenshui
of AusDachauBlederling hotel
is one on top of the other
in
good rubble, hard rubble.
Phyllis Schaffly loves me,
she loves me not.
Email this baby to five
friends or special
women and you will
see your blessings
in the next ten days.
Scroll down or forward,
all the same. Our babies
are good enough aren't they
at least the AusDachauBlederling
post-it note enough?

Trust me, this works.


When the Skies Wept Blood
The Story of Karbala, Part 2
A redtears production in English




Part I of When the Skies Wept Blood can be found here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUJOk813XSM
http://www.victorynewsmagazine.com/ZuljanahABriefIntroduction.htm

A nice history of the stallion known as Zuljanah. The following video is an Ashura (means "ten") procession somewhere in India I believe.





And believe it or not, news of Zuljanah reaches Toronto. Where "white" people live and have no idea about the continuation story of religion. Most stopped reading before Allah was finished talking.