Christians, a cynical brood that generally believe in nothing that's real, postulate that reaching a certain amount of sin will equal an eternity in hell after this one and only lifetime spent in a human form (in contradistinction to the Hindus postulation of metem-psychosis)... hence a Christian is well served by a tyrant like Hitler offering up to kill all children before they are old enough to commit a fatal sin that would lead to their Soul spending an eternity in Hell -- in this way the tyrant would be SAVING the children's Souls by killing all infants (and hence destroying all human life on Earth) and thus letting their Souls abide eternally in Heaven (as opposed to Hell) -- Example: say a Soul at age 21 is old enough to commit some error and by virtue of which error spend ALL of eternity in HELL. Wouldn't it be more humane to kill any individual at age 5 or 10 BEFORE it is able to reach an age where it is capable of knowingly committing MORTAL SIN and spending an eternity in Hell???
Of course Christianity is a joke. For Catholics, moreso among the priesthood -- a chance for paedophilia and black magic rites.......... for non-Catholic Christians, a generally cynical world-vision that allows for unbounded materialism leading to chronic depletion of the world's natural resources (un-sustainability) at the expense of future generations: hence a bleak, ugly and cynical religion.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Maryland lawmakers not feeling so Southern anymore
By BRIAN WITTE, Associated Press Writer Brian Witte, Associated Press Writer – Fri Mar 19, 11:04 am ET
ANNAPOLIS, Md. – Maryland's official song may include a line about "Northern scum" left over from the Civil War era, but the state isn't feeling so Southern anymore.
Though Marylanders live just south of the Mason-Dixon Line, their attitudes and even their accents straddle that border. These days, leaders feel they've got more in common with states to the north.
In one sign of the shift, lawmakers successfully petitioned to move from the Southern Region of the Council of State Governments to the Eastern Region, where they'll be able to trade ideas with fellow officials from Pennsylvania, New York, and other states they consider more like-minded.
"I just don't think we're as Southern as people used to think," said state Sen. Catherine Pugh, a Baltimore Democrat.
It's unusual for states to switch regions in the 77-year-old council, which provides a forum for state officials to share ideas. The last time was when Missouri switched from the Midwestern Region to the Southern Region in 1994.
Maryland supporters of the change cite the state's proximity to the District of Columbia, which is in the Eastern Region. They share many concerns, particularly in public safety and transportation.
Maryland also belongs to the same electrical power grid as several states in the Eastern Region and shares environmental interests in preserving the Chesapeake Bay with states there, although fellow bay state Virginia is in the Southern Region.
"I think that we have common experiences that we can learn from," said state Sen. Verna Jones, D-Baltimore.
Longtime residents note a shift too. Diane Schwallenberg, who has lived in the Annapolis area all of her 53 years, said she feels more Southern because of the state capital's laid-back waterside atmosphere and small-town friendliness. But she said she has noticed a change over the years as more people have moved to the area.
"Some of the new people that come in — not the real, true Annapolitans in particular — but people that have come in are kind of preppy and all," she said.
Maryland has long felt influences from both parts of the country. During the Civil War, the state was torn between North and South.
While Maryland was officially in the Union, President Abraham Lincoln had to send troops to occupy Baltimore to keep the state in line. Recent attempts to update the state song, "Maryland, My Maryland," — which describes the occupation as "the despot's heel upon thy shore" and includes the mention of "Northern scum" — have failed.
Robert Brugger, who wrote a history of the state titled "Maryland, A Middle Temperament," said Maryland's political interests and social makeup may link it more closely these days with Pennsylvania than Virginia. Still, he said many Maryland residents enjoy the cultural qualities that come from being a border state, and he expressed regret that some felt a change was needed.
"It is still too bad, in as much as Maryland really is North and South together," Brugger said. "It's a shame to have to choose."
But supporters of going Yankee mention Maryland's modern political differences with states in the South. In Maryland, a solid blue state, registered Democrats outnumber registered Republicans 2-1.
"The South, which we have been a part of for more than 50 years, is a fabulous region, but the politics have changed dramatically, and much of the politics are dominated by tea party activists," said Maryland Senate President Thomas V. Mike Miller, a Democrat.
ANNAPOLIS, Md. – Maryland's official song may include a line about "Northern scum" left over from the Civil War era, but the state isn't feeling so Southern anymore.
Though Marylanders live just south of the Mason-Dixon Line, their attitudes and even their accents straddle that border. These days, leaders feel they've got more in common with states to the north.
In one sign of the shift, lawmakers successfully petitioned to move from the Southern Region of the Council of State Governments to the Eastern Region, where they'll be able to trade ideas with fellow officials from Pennsylvania, New York, and other states they consider more like-minded.
"I just don't think we're as Southern as people used to think," said state Sen. Catherine Pugh, a Baltimore Democrat.
It's unusual for states to switch regions in the 77-year-old council, which provides a forum for state officials to share ideas. The last time was when Missouri switched from the Midwestern Region to the Southern Region in 1994.
Maryland supporters of the change cite the state's proximity to the District of Columbia, which is in the Eastern Region. They share many concerns, particularly in public safety and transportation.
Maryland also belongs to the same electrical power grid as several states in the Eastern Region and shares environmental interests in preserving the Chesapeake Bay with states there, although fellow bay state Virginia is in the Southern Region.
"I think that we have common experiences that we can learn from," said state Sen. Verna Jones, D-Baltimore.
Longtime residents note a shift too. Diane Schwallenberg, who has lived in the Annapolis area all of her 53 years, said she feels more Southern because of the state capital's laid-back waterside atmosphere and small-town friendliness. But she said she has noticed a change over the years as more people have moved to the area.
"Some of the new people that come in — not the real, true Annapolitans in particular — but people that have come in are kind of preppy and all," she said.
Maryland has long felt influences from both parts of the country. During the Civil War, the state was torn between North and South.
While Maryland was officially in the Union, President Abraham Lincoln had to send troops to occupy Baltimore to keep the state in line. Recent attempts to update the state song, "Maryland, My Maryland," — which describes the occupation as "the despot's heel upon thy shore" and includes the mention of "Northern scum" — have failed.
Robert Brugger, who wrote a history of the state titled "Maryland, A Middle Temperament," said Maryland's political interests and social makeup may link it more closely these days with Pennsylvania than Virginia. Still, he said many Maryland residents enjoy the cultural qualities that come from being a border state, and he expressed regret that some felt a change was needed.
"It is still too bad, in as much as Maryland really is North and South together," Brugger said. "It's a shame to have to choose."
But supporters of going Yankee mention Maryland's modern political differences with states in the South. In Maryland, a solid blue state, registered Democrats outnumber registered Republicans 2-1.
"The South, which we have been a part of for more than 50 years, is a fabulous region, but the politics have changed dramatically, and much of the politics are dominated by tea party activists," said Maryland Senate President Thomas V. Mike Miller, a Democrat.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
how to be master of your domain
if you're a man and feeling randy and want to dismiss those thoughts triggering ur arousal --- just look at a picture of hollywood prettyboy Shia LaBeouf and you should be back in a normal state of mind in no time........
if you're a gal and feeling randy and want to dismiss those thoughts triggering ur arousal --- just look at a picture of hollywood prettyboy Shia LaBeouf and you should be back in a normal state of mind in no time........
if you're a gal and feeling randy and want to dismiss those thoughts triggering ur arousal --- just look at a picture of hollywood prettyboy Shia LaBeouf and you should be back in a normal state of mind in no time........
Thursday, March 11, 2010
EXPLORATION OF MORON-ICISM
APART from being entertaining.... my chronicles of Rudy Gillete provide us all with an interesting way of exploring chronic moron-icism......... if the term 'chronic moron-icism' has you shifting around like the cock (rooster) on the proverbial weather-vane -- at the whim of the wind and clueless -- then just focus on the so-called TIME magazine......... for this is always a sure geiser of pure chronic moron-icism --- and we suspect perhaps it's something in their offices air-conditioning or water or coffee that really pushes them over the edge of chronic moron-icism........ more on such, and Rudy, later........
Sunday, March 7, 2010
the story of a serial killer, Rudy Gillete (part v)
once Rudy had a girlfriend, like a steady girlfriend... obviously she was insane too, and like Rudy, quite a murderer.... she was from Nebraska and had moved to California and spent years there studying acting and then pursuing a career in acting but her career never took off and she never got more than bit parts, with one line spoken, at most... she was a Ukalayli [sic] player (one of those little guitars) -- as per the dictates of my imagination -- and terribly upset about her inability to 'make it in Hollywood'.
One night, while stretching her toes in bed with Rudy after two hours of animal love-making(Rudy had just killed some more strangers a few days before the sex), Rudy explained to her, while she smoked some pot, that the best thing she could do is kill as many of her peers as possible,
"Rig up a truck bomb and take it to some small get-together where the security's not too tight, like the screen actors guild (or SAG for short)," Rudy helpfully added, "and just detonate it right there, cause maximum impact and detonate it with a cell phone so that you don't hurt yourself."
"I'll think about it, just all those dresses, wigs and hair that has been worked on for hours, the expensive jewellery, the happily married successful acting couples and the filthy moral-less rich, rich, rich successful cheating sluts!!!!! fuck them I hate them all!" Sabina's, for that was her name, voice rose to a hysterical pitch as she started wringing her hands in spiritual agony. "Fuck them I hate them all I want them all to burn!!! I want them all to burn like filthy stupid Irakis; motherfuckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Look I'm gonna help you do it," Rudy matter-of-factly responded before taking Sabina into his arms under the open sky and the desert moonlight and kissing her passionately.
And that is how, boys in girls, in the year 2022, Sabina Mortdale was administered the Death Penalty for the 2020 bombing of the Oscars. She took her secret of Rudy's help to her grave and Rudy remained unknown and at large. Rudy had her lined up in the scope of his high powered hunting rifle immediately after she had detonated his truck bomb, as he intended to kill her so as to avoid her blurting his help to the police. As he looked at her dance for joy, cackling hysterically happily after her bombing was successful and she could see blood and body parts all over the street and million dollar jewellery blown to different blocks in Hollywood where happy Mexicans would pocket them conveniently for later sale on the black market, Rudy, with his finger on the trigger, prepared to shoot her, but a black crow appeared next to Rudy, and he took it as an omen, and let her go. Happily for Rudy, she survived but never ratted him out. He loved watching her on TV after that and it was as if every wink and toss of the head was meant for him. He was happy to see her so over-joyed with her sudden fame, or infamy, that she had craved so long. It was her time to shine, he had thought, after all these years.
The movie industry itself did great for Sabina and Rudy's intervention. Years of moribund, truncated, sickening, rotten talent was replaced in a jiffy was lightweight, fun and energetic talent. The world never looked back, and that was just around the time of the great Atlantic Ocean Tidal Wave that destroyed large parts of the Eastern Seaboard of America and the West Coast of Europe and Africa (after an underwater Earthquake unleashed an enormous Tsunami.)
One night, while stretching her toes in bed with Rudy after two hours of animal love-making(Rudy had just killed some more strangers a few days before the sex), Rudy explained to her, while she smoked some pot, that the best thing she could do is kill as many of her peers as possible,
"Rig up a truck bomb and take it to some small get-together where the security's not too tight, like the screen actors guild (or SAG for short)," Rudy helpfully added, "and just detonate it right there, cause maximum impact and detonate it with a cell phone so that you don't hurt yourself."
"I'll think about it, just all those dresses, wigs and hair that has been worked on for hours, the expensive jewellery, the happily married successful acting couples and the filthy moral-less rich, rich, rich successful cheating sluts!!!!! fuck them I hate them all!" Sabina's, for that was her name, voice rose to a hysterical pitch as she started wringing her hands in spiritual agony. "Fuck them I hate them all I want them all to burn!!! I want them all to burn like filthy stupid Irakis; motherfuckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Look I'm gonna help you do it," Rudy matter-of-factly responded before taking Sabina into his arms under the open sky and the desert moonlight and kissing her passionately.
And that is how, boys in girls, in the year 2022, Sabina Mortdale was administered the Death Penalty for the 2020 bombing of the Oscars. She took her secret of Rudy's help to her grave and Rudy remained unknown and at large. Rudy had her lined up in the scope of his high powered hunting rifle immediately after she had detonated his truck bomb, as he intended to kill her so as to avoid her blurting his help to the police. As he looked at her dance for joy, cackling hysterically happily after her bombing was successful and she could see blood and body parts all over the street and million dollar jewellery blown to different blocks in Hollywood where happy Mexicans would pocket them conveniently for later sale on the black market, Rudy, with his finger on the trigger, prepared to shoot her, but a black crow appeared next to Rudy, and he took it as an omen, and let her go. Happily for Rudy, she survived but never ratted him out. He loved watching her on TV after that and it was as if every wink and toss of the head was meant for him. He was happy to see her so over-joyed with her sudden fame, or infamy, that she had craved so long. It was her time to shine, he had thought, after all these years.
The movie industry itself did great for Sabina and Rudy's intervention. Years of moribund, truncated, sickening, rotten talent was replaced in a jiffy was lightweight, fun and energetic talent. The world never looked back, and that was just around the time of the great Atlantic Ocean Tidal Wave that destroyed large parts of the Eastern Seaboard of America and the West Coast of Europe and Africa (after an underwater Earthquake unleashed an enormous Tsunami.)
the story of a serial killer, Rudy Gillete (part iv)
already, in the back of Rudy's mind, while he counted of the last 53 days until D-Day and continued with his preparations, he was thinking that his next big project really would require an atomic bomb.............
the story of a serial killer, Rudy Gillete (part iii)
With the advent of Climate Change, around the years 2025-2030, when things really took a change for the worse after the massive release of frozen Methane gases from the Arctic Permafrost, Rudy added to his LCD / Nietzshian 'criminal-as-strong-man' philosophy and self-stylings, and, true to his criminal style of always working alone, of being a lone man; Rudy started to realize that he would have to hit big, if only because of the menace from Climate Change and the inability of popular culture to cure the world of its problems. Even Dan Brown and Zach de la Rocha and Juliette Day Lewis couldn't save the world, so he would have to do like Gandhi said and be the change in society he would like to see. For this project, Rudy was putting on his engineer's hat and going the while 9-yards, the whole hog, 'betting the farm' as they say.
Rudy would fill a road-train semi-trailer with fertilizer, but that wasn't enough to make a bang. Through some contacts in the Military, Rudy was able to secure some World War II unexploded ordinance that would indeed explode under the right conditions as well as some dynamite and C4 plastics explosives. The fertilizer itself was enough to cause a heck of an explosion. Rudy spent a few months lovingly filling his semi trailer with a loving Christmas stocking of ordinance. That there was love in this act may be a questionable matter amongst theologians and moralists and philosophers, however for Rudy, there was no question that painstakingly, methodically, slowly and carefully, with the attention a wine-grower tends to his grapes and vines, or a mother tends to her child that first learns to delicately take his first steps, in just such a way, Rudy lovingly filled his big, giant, long, long semi-trailer truck up.
Furthermore, Rudy was absolutely convinced that he would get away with this crime and not at all be caught. He had designed a complicated entry-exit strategy that involved crossing different State lines at various times, sometimes re-crossing them, three different personas and four different identities, false fingertips for not leaving prints behind -- the list of security precautions went on and on and on. Rudy took an almost autistic blank certainness to his work. He would be successful. The target would be a busy downtown road in a mid-Western/Northern city. Fatalities would be maximum. Rudy would detonate the truck in peak-hour pedestrian/road traffic via mobile phone. He would detonate it a mere 3 minutes after abandoning the truck, which he intended to drive himself, at the target location. He would then merely present himself as a simple, ogling onlooker, along with all the other rubber-neckers until he had had his fill of the local atmosphere. Perhaps he would stay in town for a few hours like this and than make his way a few hours away and enjoy the spectacle from there, until progressively making his way West to California where he intended to spend a few weeks in Hollywood, chasing after Chinese air-hostesses.
Rudy checked the days off on his calendar until D-Day --- some 53 days to go until the big bang. "Kewly kewl," he cheerfully commented to himself and commenced welding some metal that belonged inside the semi-trailer as part of the bomb mechanism/inner-chasis (as per Rudy's organized plans).
Rudy would fill a road-train semi-trailer with fertilizer, but that wasn't enough to make a bang. Through some contacts in the Military, Rudy was able to secure some World War II unexploded ordinance that would indeed explode under the right conditions as well as some dynamite and C4 plastics explosives. The fertilizer itself was enough to cause a heck of an explosion. Rudy spent a few months lovingly filling his semi trailer with a loving Christmas stocking of ordinance. That there was love in this act may be a questionable matter amongst theologians and moralists and philosophers, however for Rudy, there was no question that painstakingly, methodically, slowly and carefully, with the attention a wine-grower tends to his grapes and vines, or a mother tends to her child that first learns to delicately take his first steps, in just such a way, Rudy lovingly filled his big, giant, long, long semi-trailer truck up.
Furthermore, Rudy was absolutely convinced that he would get away with this crime and not at all be caught. He had designed a complicated entry-exit strategy that involved crossing different State lines at various times, sometimes re-crossing them, three different personas and four different identities, false fingertips for not leaving prints behind -- the list of security precautions went on and on and on. Rudy took an almost autistic blank certainness to his work. He would be successful. The target would be a busy downtown road in a mid-Western/Northern city. Fatalities would be maximum. Rudy would detonate the truck in peak-hour pedestrian/road traffic via mobile phone. He would detonate it a mere 3 minutes after abandoning the truck, which he intended to drive himself, at the target location. He would then merely present himself as a simple, ogling onlooker, along with all the other rubber-neckers until he had had his fill of the local atmosphere. Perhaps he would stay in town for a few hours like this and than make his way a few hours away and enjoy the spectacle from there, until progressively making his way West to California where he intended to spend a few weeks in Hollywood, chasing after Chinese air-hostesses.
Rudy checked the days off on his calendar until D-Day --- some 53 days to go until the big bang. "Kewly kewl," he cheerfully commented to himself and commenced welding some metal that belonged inside the semi-trailer as part of the bomb mechanism/inner-chasis (as per Rudy's organized plans).
the story of a serial killer, Rudy Gillete (part ii)
Rudy was quite the reader, and in his mind, he wasn't someone with bad genes but more like a heroic criminal - a la Nietzsche, a 'strong' type that hadn't been brought down by the LCD - the lowest common denominator. What was Rudy's weapon against mediocrization by the multitude, by what he considered as the fluffy-bunny-rabbit puritanism of modern society? Murder. This was his mathematical response to avoiding becoming affected by the LCD. Rudy was forever doing mathematical equations in his head, the bottom line was that he did not want to feel like mediocrity was a giant phallis being rammed down his throat. Consequently, many women found Rudy fascinating and when he spent time in NYC, he was a real 'head-turner' amongst the ladies there. In sexual matters, Rudy was a lone wolf but at the same time not massively addicted to sex, he realized that sometimes women's lives were complicated and they just needed a maintenance fuck on the side -- regardless of their relationship status. Rudy rarely killed women that he bedded.
Rudy saw himself as a player for life, and a lot of his projects for murder that would help him vent anger would have to be postponed for decades, as Rudy did not want to go to prison under any circumstances. There were at least ten popular movie actors and a score of FBI agents and newsreaders that Rudy wished dead, but he was in no hurry to take them out -- eventually he would though, as surely as Kim Jong Il would make it to Moscow from Pyongyang in his armored black train. Rudy would often resort to murder by proxy to achieve his sad, dark, twisted results. For example, once there's was a game show host that didn't play nationally, but only at some small State that Rudy once passed through - Rudy found out more about this provincial celebrity and then killed his daughter and bunny-rabbits. The man was broken after that, his children were more precious to him than anything in the world -- the bunny-rabbits weren't so important and even his wife was somewhat annoying, although still-beloved --- but the loss of his children sent him into a downward spiral that caused him to become an alcoholic until his death - which led to divorce and ruining the relationship he had with his other children. Why did Rudy do this cruel act? Because he didn't like the man's demeanour while he was watching him on his Motel TV. Rudy didn't hate the FBI but realized that certain agents would need to be neutralized so as he not be smelt.
Rudy was even responsible for several people being falsely incarcerated. Rudy simply approached them from behind with some chemical soaked into a cloth that would cause the person to lose consciousness after having their face rubbed in the cloth. Then Rudy would commit the real murder he wanted done and then leave the unconscious person behind with all forensic evidence suggesting that the unconscious, kidnapped person, normally specially-targeted by Rudy as a lowlife, be the culprit. They would invariably be found guilty of Rudy's crimes.
Rudy saw himself as a player for life, and a lot of his projects for murder that would help him vent anger would have to be postponed for decades, as Rudy did not want to go to prison under any circumstances. There were at least ten popular movie actors and a score of FBI agents and newsreaders that Rudy wished dead, but he was in no hurry to take them out -- eventually he would though, as surely as Kim Jong Il would make it to Moscow from Pyongyang in his armored black train. Rudy would often resort to murder by proxy to achieve his sad, dark, twisted results. For example, once there's was a game show host that didn't play nationally, but only at some small State that Rudy once passed through - Rudy found out more about this provincial celebrity and then killed his daughter and bunny-rabbits. The man was broken after that, his children were more precious to him than anything in the world -- the bunny-rabbits weren't so important and even his wife was somewhat annoying, although still-beloved --- but the loss of his children sent him into a downward spiral that caused him to become an alcoholic until his death - which led to divorce and ruining the relationship he had with his other children. Why did Rudy do this cruel act? Because he didn't like the man's demeanour while he was watching him on his Motel TV. Rudy didn't hate the FBI but realized that certain agents would need to be neutralized so as he not be smelt.
Rudy was even responsible for several people being falsely incarcerated. Rudy simply approached them from behind with some chemical soaked into a cloth that would cause the person to lose consciousness after having their face rubbed in the cloth. Then Rudy would commit the real murder he wanted done and then leave the unconscious person behind with all forensic evidence suggesting that the unconscious, kidnapped person, normally specially-targeted by Rudy as a lowlife, be the culprit. They would invariably be found guilty of Rudy's crimes.
seeking entertainment, society and sociology -- the story of a serial killer, Rudy Gillete (part i)
hi all
everyone that doesn't believe society is deeply ill -- please leave the room immediately and go and hug a tree or paint your nails --- everyone else...... please put on your thinking caps.......... someone once told me that dance and music are the two things that all peoples across different continents had in common -- actually, i thought it was a flood story -- but the dance and music thing is definitely true...... still less stated, although also true, is that a popular form of entertainment was simple masturbation....... howdy hand, you're looking mighty sexy this morning: let's go out on a date.......... nowadays -- with the industrial revolution, the electronics revolution and television -- we are now loosely connected according to the principles of cohesion -- by the 'Media' -- part of this Media, books and movies, deals with pure fiction and entertainment --- a popular genre amongst movies, in the beginning of it's existence -- was the Western -- the story of how white men who weren't necessarily Spanish raped and killed American Indians and dragged Africans along in neck-shackles to populate ever further into the American West --- but later, as society became more populated, more adept at materialism -- a new social phenomenon arose: the serial killer -- and with it, a popular movie genre basically depicting serial killers and violent socio-pathic types........ under the loose heading of 'Drama'..... the following story is purely fictional and not based on any particular real characters, nor meant to incite any violence any more than violent movies are supposed to incite violence -- but are, rather, the soap scum that lines the bathtub in the dirty, sperm-filled water of a dirty, serial-killing, sick-in-the-head bather......... please, if you are soft in the head or prone to heart attacks, do not read on, (Rated R).........
The Savage Rampage of Rudy Gillete
Rudy Gillete was a bad apple. Thirty years ago, an Arkansaw State Trooper went missing and still nobody knows that his bones are lying in a vat filled with battery acid somewhere off Route 66, his last words were just that: 'Rudy Gillete' is a bad apple.
Rudy Gillete used to listen to Rage Against the Machine and think that the singer was an angry guy, but maybe a big pansy too -- he became very fascinated with Zach de la Rocha and even fantasized at times about making him perform fellatio on one of his favorite Glock pistols.......... Dan Brown, the famous writer of the 'Da Vinci Code' was also on the list of famous people that had registered in the troubled, climate-change polluted Oceans of his minds where so many Neurons lay dead on the Ocean floors of his mind like dead crabs killed by acidic waters caused by man-made pollutants, perhaps in Rudy's case, a mix of drugs and liberal education were to blame for his way of being.........
Years ago his mother had him see a psychiatrist so that he could claim benefits on her health-care fund: if he didn't see the psychiatrist, she couldn't claim benefits on his behalf as one of her dependants -- Rudy became increasingly impatient with the psychiatrist, with whom he ended up having many deep psychological arguments with, as Rudy was very well-read and fluent and conversant in most major strands of psychological essayist-thinking -- like Freud (whom he didn't like much) and Jung (who he thought was swell)....... but Rudy had, perhaps, certain criminal genes which a criminologist and psychiatrist and geneologist might consider dangerous and criminal at the very least. One day, while conversing with Doctor Beat, Rudy produced a gun, calmly and quietly - holding it up and letting it easily reflect the light in Doctor Beat's study -- Rudy noted the draining of blood from Doctor Beat's face, certainly Doctor Beat's heart was racing.
"What were you saying about repressed sexuality, Doctor Beat, tell it to me again,"
Unfortunately for Doctor Beat, he was going into shock, hyper-ventilating. Rudy stood up and calmly approached him, cat-like... he stood over the seated Doctor Beat and said quietly and calmly:
"Suck on the gun, Doctor Beat, perform fellatio on it -- and say, every minute or half minute: 'I don't hate Italians, there is nothing wrong with Italians at all' or surely you will die Doctor Beat, please understand",
Doctor Beat nodded and commenced performing fellatio on Rudy's Glock, "I don't hate Italians, there's nothing wrong with Italians at all", Doctor Beat whimpered lamely - he was terribly afraid but willing to do what it took to stay alive -- he was married with children and had two lovers on the side that he would miss terribly.
Good, Doctor Beat, that is enough, you may relax now, said Rudy as he leaned against Doctor Beat's table, Rudy dismissed thoughts of kidnapping Juliette Day-Lewis, the girl in the Kalifornia movie that he liked so much, and focused himself on the situation at hand.
"Now who's the crazy bastard, Doctor Beat, you or me?" Rudy asked him as he stood over him with his gun pressed against Doctor Beat's forehead.
"I'm the crazy bastard Rudy, there's no doubt about it,"
"That's right," Rudy said, - but may the reader know that Rudy, quite obviously, perhaps, you might think, was being somewhat cruel, just a smidgeon, perhaps, for example, Rudy wasn't even Italian in the slightest, not even 5% Italian, nor did he identify with being Italian, nor did he give Doctor Beat any idea that he saw himself somehow as Italian -- Rudy most definitely was NOT Italian, so his commanding Doctor Beat to say that there's nothing wrong with Italians at all was, at the very least, non-sequiterial. Moving on:
"That's right Doctor Beat, you're the crazy bastard, but that was an easy question, and perhaps, without a gun pointed at your head, you might loosely admit to your friends at Rolling Oaks Gold Club", (at this reference to his Golfing Club, Doctor Beat's eyebrows raised imperceptibly and his pupils dilated and eyes opened as he realized that Rudy had been stalking him during their therapy, "yes, I'm familiar with your golfing club, Doctor Beat, and your two little girlfriends that your wife is unaware of, including the sexy little Italian number... anyway, as I was saying, you might loosely admit to some of your friends at the Golfing Club, especially the guy that works in Corporate Finance, who is a bigger weasel than you are, that you are A crazy bastard, but i posit that you are only admitting you are THE crazy bastard, because you have a pistol pressed against your head by none other than yours truly."
"You got me Rudy."
"Well then, let me ask you, do you think that I am a crazy bastard?"
Of course it was a loaded question and needless to say, Doctor Beat didn't make it out of that situation -- his wife ended up collecting a big life insurance policy and marrying again to someone slimmer and better in bed. She was not colluding with Rudy in any way nor had she ever met him nor had Rudy expressed much interest in her either.
Rudy was just a bad apple.
Years before 9/11, Rudy had downloaded page after page from the Internet on things like the terrorist handbook. Rudy also foresaw the future difficulty of purchasing certain items with regard to law-enforcement checks, fertilizers and chemicals like such, for making massive bombs, so Rudy stockpiled a massive amount of chemical fertilizers and his terrorist handbooks and guns and rifles somewhere very safe which he could access perfectly without the slightest hindrance from others, actually he had bought a small property in Texas for $20,000 with inheritance money from his uncle. However, Rudy's lifestyle was not in the slightest, pegged down to this one little ramshackle property, and he only spend a total of a week or two there every year over his colorful, unusual, non-cyclical, non-patterned past. Another thing Rudy, a planner, deemed useful to have for the future was a list of the names and addresses of as many FBI agents as possible. Rudy, through his maneuverings, was able to somehow obtain a very long list of such, and this too, sat innocently-menacingly at his Texas property, along with his hundreds of gallons of chemical fertilizer for bomb-making and his stockpile of weapons.
everyone that doesn't believe society is deeply ill -- please leave the room immediately and go and hug a tree or paint your nails --- everyone else...... please put on your thinking caps.......... someone once told me that dance and music are the two things that all peoples across different continents had in common -- actually, i thought it was a flood story -- but the dance and music thing is definitely true...... still less stated, although also true, is that a popular form of entertainment was simple masturbation....... howdy hand, you're looking mighty sexy this morning: let's go out on a date.......... nowadays -- with the industrial revolution, the electronics revolution and television -- we are now loosely connected according to the principles of cohesion -- by the 'Media' -- part of this Media, books and movies, deals with pure fiction and entertainment --- a popular genre amongst movies, in the beginning of it's existence -- was the Western -- the story of how white men who weren't necessarily Spanish raped and killed American Indians and dragged Africans along in neck-shackles to populate ever further into the American West --- but later, as society became more populated, more adept at materialism -- a new social phenomenon arose: the serial killer -- and with it, a popular movie genre basically depicting serial killers and violent socio-pathic types........ under the loose heading of 'Drama'..... the following story is purely fictional and not based on any particular real characters, nor meant to incite any violence any more than violent movies are supposed to incite violence -- but are, rather, the soap scum that lines the bathtub in the dirty, sperm-filled water of a dirty, serial-killing, sick-in-the-head bather......... please, if you are soft in the head or prone to heart attacks, do not read on, (Rated R).........
The Savage Rampage of Rudy Gillete
Rudy Gillete was a bad apple. Thirty years ago, an Arkansaw State Trooper went missing and still nobody knows that his bones are lying in a vat filled with battery acid somewhere off Route 66, his last words were just that: 'Rudy Gillete' is a bad apple.
Rudy Gillete used to listen to Rage Against the Machine and think that the singer was an angry guy, but maybe a big pansy too -- he became very fascinated with Zach de la Rocha and even fantasized at times about making him perform fellatio on one of his favorite Glock pistols.......... Dan Brown, the famous writer of the 'Da Vinci Code' was also on the list of famous people that had registered in the troubled, climate-change polluted Oceans of his minds where so many Neurons lay dead on the Ocean floors of his mind like dead crabs killed by acidic waters caused by man-made pollutants, perhaps in Rudy's case, a mix of drugs and liberal education were to blame for his way of being.........
Years ago his mother had him see a psychiatrist so that he could claim benefits on her health-care fund: if he didn't see the psychiatrist, she couldn't claim benefits on his behalf as one of her dependants -- Rudy became increasingly impatient with the psychiatrist, with whom he ended up having many deep psychological arguments with, as Rudy was very well-read and fluent and conversant in most major strands of psychological essayist-thinking -- like Freud (whom he didn't like much) and Jung (who he thought was swell)....... but Rudy had, perhaps, certain criminal genes which a criminologist and psychiatrist and geneologist might consider dangerous and criminal at the very least. One day, while conversing with Doctor Beat, Rudy produced a gun, calmly and quietly - holding it up and letting it easily reflect the light in Doctor Beat's study -- Rudy noted the draining of blood from Doctor Beat's face, certainly Doctor Beat's heart was racing.
"What were you saying about repressed sexuality, Doctor Beat, tell it to me again,"
Unfortunately for Doctor Beat, he was going into shock, hyper-ventilating. Rudy stood up and calmly approached him, cat-like... he stood over the seated Doctor Beat and said quietly and calmly:
"Suck on the gun, Doctor Beat, perform fellatio on it -- and say, every minute or half minute: 'I don't hate Italians, there is nothing wrong with Italians at all' or surely you will die Doctor Beat, please understand",
Doctor Beat nodded and commenced performing fellatio on Rudy's Glock, "I don't hate Italians, there's nothing wrong with Italians at all", Doctor Beat whimpered lamely - he was terribly afraid but willing to do what it took to stay alive -- he was married with children and had two lovers on the side that he would miss terribly.
Good, Doctor Beat, that is enough, you may relax now, said Rudy as he leaned against Doctor Beat's table, Rudy dismissed thoughts of kidnapping Juliette Day-Lewis, the girl in the Kalifornia movie that he liked so much, and focused himself on the situation at hand.
"Now who's the crazy bastard, Doctor Beat, you or me?" Rudy asked him as he stood over him with his gun pressed against Doctor Beat's forehead.
"I'm the crazy bastard Rudy, there's no doubt about it,"
"That's right," Rudy said, - but may the reader know that Rudy, quite obviously, perhaps, you might think, was being somewhat cruel, just a smidgeon, perhaps, for example, Rudy wasn't even Italian in the slightest, not even 5% Italian, nor did he identify with being Italian, nor did he give Doctor Beat any idea that he saw himself somehow as Italian -- Rudy most definitely was NOT Italian, so his commanding Doctor Beat to say that there's nothing wrong with Italians at all was, at the very least, non-sequiterial. Moving on:
"That's right Doctor Beat, you're the crazy bastard, but that was an easy question, and perhaps, without a gun pointed at your head, you might loosely admit to your friends at Rolling Oaks Gold Club", (at this reference to his Golfing Club, Doctor Beat's eyebrows raised imperceptibly and his pupils dilated and eyes opened as he realized that Rudy had been stalking him during their therapy, "yes, I'm familiar with your golfing club, Doctor Beat, and your two little girlfriends that your wife is unaware of, including the sexy little Italian number... anyway, as I was saying, you might loosely admit to some of your friends at the Golfing Club, especially the guy that works in Corporate Finance, who is a bigger weasel than you are, that you are A crazy bastard, but i posit that you are only admitting you are THE crazy bastard, because you have a pistol pressed against your head by none other than yours truly."
"You got me Rudy."
"Well then, let me ask you, do you think that I am a crazy bastard?"
Of course it was a loaded question and needless to say, Doctor Beat didn't make it out of that situation -- his wife ended up collecting a big life insurance policy and marrying again to someone slimmer and better in bed. She was not colluding with Rudy in any way nor had she ever met him nor had Rudy expressed much interest in her either.
Rudy was just a bad apple.
Years before 9/11, Rudy had downloaded page after page from the Internet on things like the terrorist handbook. Rudy also foresaw the future difficulty of purchasing certain items with regard to law-enforcement checks, fertilizers and chemicals like such, for making massive bombs, so Rudy stockpiled a massive amount of chemical fertilizers and his terrorist handbooks and guns and rifles somewhere very safe which he could access perfectly without the slightest hindrance from others, actually he had bought a small property in Texas for $20,000 with inheritance money from his uncle. However, Rudy's lifestyle was not in the slightest, pegged down to this one little ramshackle property, and he only spend a total of a week or two there every year over his colorful, unusual, non-cyclical, non-patterned past. Another thing Rudy, a planner, deemed useful to have for the future was a list of the names and addresses of as many FBI agents as possible. Rudy, through his maneuverings, was able to somehow obtain a very long list of such, and this too, sat innocently-menacingly at his Texas property, along with his hundreds of gallons of chemical fertilizer for bomb-making and his stockpile of weapons.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
howdy shluts
so recently -- ranting and whining about George Clooney --- actually what Clooney should do is play Tiger Woods in a movie made for the Hallmark Channel --- you know that Hollywood trailer voice that tries to move you to think that if you don't like the movie trailer and watch the movie than you are the only one insane person in a world full of insane people? Wouldn't it be cool to hear one of those voiceover's saying: "from the people who brought you 'Arse' and 'Get fucked you fucken shlut', comes a new spin on Tiger Woods; George Cloney as you've never seen him before,"
then of course the video trailer would cut to Clooney changing nappies with a cell phone on his shoulder and looking over his shoulder, "Sure Monique, I gots time for you this evening, rock n roll, let's do it girl"..........
and so it goes....... if Clooney made such a movie he would have 2 or 3 movies under his belt........... as it stands, Clooney's only two movies are: O Brother, Where Art Thou (wherein his performance was acceptable) and Dusk Til Dawn (wherein he was dragged along by other talent)........ apart from this, Clooney has made NO FILMS.... Syriana is not a film or movie anymore than Andy Warhol filming trees for 2 hours is a film or me putting a hidden camera in my toilet bowl while i take a dumpp constitutes a movie........... therefore Ocean's 11 and Ocean's 12 are not movies either, regardless of how pretty Julia Roberts, Brad Pitt and George Clooney are --- none of them get a credit for the Ocean's movie as I have done more artistic patterns on my toilet bowel when shitting............. probably I looked prettier than the above-mentioned people at the time of my pooping too...........
Kalifornia and 12 Monkeys ARE movies ............. but Notting Hill ISN'T a movie so much as a propaganda, social-advertising promoting lesbianism.......
then of course the video trailer would cut to Clooney changing nappies with a cell phone on his shoulder and looking over his shoulder, "Sure Monique, I gots time for you this evening, rock n roll, let's do it girl"..........
and so it goes....... if Clooney made such a movie he would have 2 or 3 movies under his belt........... as it stands, Clooney's only two movies are: O Brother, Where Art Thou (wherein his performance was acceptable) and Dusk Til Dawn (wherein he was dragged along by other talent)........ apart from this, Clooney has made NO FILMS.... Syriana is not a film or movie anymore than Andy Warhol filming trees for 2 hours is a film or me putting a hidden camera in my toilet bowl while i take a dumpp constitutes a movie........... therefore Ocean's 11 and Ocean's 12 are not movies either, regardless of how pretty Julia Roberts, Brad Pitt and George Clooney are --- none of them get a credit for the Ocean's movie as I have done more artistic patterns on my toilet bowel when shitting............. probably I looked prettier than the above-mentioned people at the time of my pooping too...........
Kalifornia and 12 Monkeys ARE movies ............. but Notting Hill ISN'T a movie so much as a propaganda, social-advertising promoting lesbianism.......
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Climate change game shows of the future.....
somehow i can see a future, not so far away, perhaps 50 years or less from now...
where survivors of Climate Change Catastrophes, who have lost everything and had no
insurance, are invited to compete on game shows against other, ever more common, and
unfortunate victims of this wave of Soul-less humanity, to win new homes and cars....
no doubt the losers will win nice runner-up prizes like a few nights in a hotel....
where survivors of Climate Change Catastrophes, who have lost everything and had no
insurance, are invited to compete on game shows against other, ever more common, and
unfortunate victims of this wave of Soul-less humanity, to win new homes and cars....
no doubt the losers will win nice runner-up prizes like a few nights in a hotel....
driving home my point about George Clooney
here's perfect clarification........
take two more idiots: Keifer Sutherland and Jim Carey......
Carey can not only entertain you, he can make you laugh hard .... hence Jim Carey is useful ....
Keifer Sutherland is the world's 6 billionth lost soul and you can catch some good vampire movie of his from the 80s like the lost boys or whatever it's called..... Sutherland's 24 is completely unwatchable trash that is only fit to be used by U.S. Army psych-ops soldiers when torturing terrorists in contradistinction the U.S. Constitution.........
be that as it may -- while Sutherland is relatively useless...... he doesn't really offend as we know he is providing a service to numerous idiots in the market that are interested in his snotty existence...... Clooney however, actually OFFENDS by his mere existence --- Clooney comes with 'Save the Planet'; 'Save the whales' (including Oprah????); 'Save Rwanda' ; 'Save Africa' -- then Clooney yawns and forgets about what it was he was squeaking about saving and then jets of in some planet-raping co2 emitting private jet plane to have sex with 20 more women.........
Clooney owes it to all of us to go to Communist China to start preaching to some local authorities there (where nobody knows who he is, I can assure you) -- to get arrested for 10 years or so.......
take two more idiots: Keifer Sutherland and Jim Carey......
Carey can not only entertain you, he can make you laugh hard .... hence Jim Carey is useful ....
Keifer Sutherland is the world's 6 billionth lost soul and you can catch some good vampire movie of his from the 80s like the lost boys or whatever it's called..... Sutherland's 24 is completely unwatchable trash that is only fit to be used by U.S. Army psych-ops soldiers when torturing terrorists in contradistinction the U.S. Constitution.........
be that as it may -- while Sutherland is relatively useless...... he doesn't really offend as we know he is providing a service to numerous idiots in the market that are interested in his snotty existence...... Clooney however, actually OFFENDS by his mere existence --- Clooney comes with 'Save the Planet'; 'Save the whales' (including Oprah????); 'Save Rwanda' ; 'Save Africa' -- then Clooney yawns and forgets about what it was he was squeaking about saving and then jets of in some planet-raping co2 emitting private jet plane to have sex with 20 more women.........
Clooney owes it to all of us to go to Communist China to start preaching to some local authorities there (where nobody knows who he is, I can assure you) -- to get arrested for 10 years or so.......
why George Clooney is pure scum
if there were a chemical table to the different types of scum, as we have for all the
pure elements, then certainly the heaviest, densest kind of scum would be George
Clooney -- George Clooney is such scum that he makes Conan O'Brien look like a regular
showerer and someone that actually uses soap.... even Tina Fey almost would seem worthy
of our respect after being water-boarded with the mere faint echo of a sniff of, yeech,
George Clooney -------- recently i mention Mozart's Don Giovanni --- actually I don't
know much at all about that play -- next to nothing -- except that Don Giovanni is a
slut....... recently -- i think i read that the real Casanova -- lived some 200 years ago or so
and had a face to face meeting with the real Mozart or someone like that..... who cares.......
back to Clooney --- Clooney is supposed to be like a Don Giovanni and be the embodiment of all male slutty desire to remain single..... and slutty..........
maybe this is why i don't like George Clooney --------- but George Clooney is an actor
and therefore supposed to be in entertaining movies.......... even the idiot Johnny Depp is better than Clooney.......
not that we would bother to watch many Johhny Depp movies, but at least he looks entertaining and like an actual WORKER -- when we see him in the Alice in Wonderland,
Mad Hatter, profile picture...... at least that is something (something in italics here).......
Clooney gives us NOTHING........ again and again, Clooney knocks on our door, to say
what? Knock, knock --- gee who could that be knocking on my door at 430am in the morning??????
Hi, I'm George Clooney, I'm knocking at your door at 430am in the morning and i've got ABSOLUTELY NOTHING and i never will have a single goddam FRICKING THING!!!
No shit George! like we didn't already know that --- way to wake me up scumbag! now go away (you would have to respond in kind to Clooney everytime his flea-ridden, raggedy useless existence is suggested to you)........
George Clooney and the movie Independence Day actually WEAKEN America's protective aura and INVITE terrorists as an impudent insult to them and everyone else!!!!!!!!
Even in Rodriguez's Dusk til Dawn movies -- Clooney isn't a character in the movie - the way Depp is a character in Edward Scissorhands (not just 'Johnny Depp - i can touch my arse - i will wow them) ---- Clooney in every movie he is, is GEORGE CLOONEY -- he cannot even invite your subconscious to think he is someone else FOR A SECOND........ and already -- the universal subconscious that our subconsious minds pertain to already knows Clooney is scum..........
obviously, the question arises, what would i have Clooney do, suicide? No - I am not asking anyone to suicide...... But I would get Clooney to go live in a cave in China somewhere -- maybe for 10 years or so........
pure elements, then certainly the heaviest, densest kind of scum would be George
Clooney -- George Clooney is such scum that he makes Conan O'Brien look like a regular
showerer and someone that actually uses soap.... even Tina Fey almost would seem worthy
of our respect after being water-boarded with the mere faint echo of a sniff of, yeech,
George Clooney -------- recently i mention Mozart's Don Giovanni --- actually I don't
know much at all about that play -- next to nothing -- except that Don Giovanni is a
slut....... recently -- i think i read that the real Casanova -- lived some 200 years ago or so
and had a face to face meeting with the real Mozart or someone like that..... who cares.......
back to Clooney --- Clooney is supposed to be like a Don Giovanni and be the embodiment of all male slutty desire to remain single..... and slutty..........
maybe this is why i don't like George Clooney --------- but George Clooney is an actor
and therefore supposed to be in entertaining movies.......... even the idiot Johnny Depp is better than Clooney.......
not that we would bother to watch many Johhny Depp movies, but at least he looks entertaining and like an actual WORKER -- when we see him in the Alice in Wonderland,
Mad Hatter, profile picture...... at least that is something (something in italics here).......
Clooney gives us NOTHING........ again and again, Clooney knocks on our door, to say
what? Knock, knock --- gee who could that be knocking on my door at 430am in the morning??????
Hi, I'm George Clooney, I'm knocking at your door at 430am in the morning and i've got ABSOLUTELY NOTHING and i never will have a single goddam FRICKING THING!!!
No shit George! like we didn't already know that --- way to wake me up scumbag! now go away (you would have to respond in kind to Clooney everytime his flea-ridden, raggedy useless existence is suggested to you)........
George Clooney and the movie Independence Day actually WEAKEN America's protective aura and INVITE terrorists as an impudent insult to them and everyone else!!!!!!!!
Even in Rodriguez's Dusk til Dawn movies -- Clooney isn't a character in the movie - the way Depp is a character in Edward Scissorhands (not just 'Johnny Depp - i can touch my arse - i will wow them) ---- Clooney in every movie he is, is GEORGE CLOONEY -- he cannot even invite your subconscious to think he is someone else FOR A SECOND........ and already -- the universal subconscious that our subconsious minds pertain to already knows Clooney is scum..........
obviously, the question arises, what would i have Clooney do, suicide? No - I am not asking anyone to suicide...... But I would get Clooney to go live in a cave in China somewhere -- maybe for 10 years or so........
clarifying on confusion between loin and Gloin
recently in a post about Jessica Simpson i inadvertantly used the word 'loin' or 'loins' -- this was meant to read 'Gloin' or 'Gloin's' and be a reference to one of Tolkien's dwarves from the Lord of the Rings books or the Hobbit........
i have since figured out (i must have been tired when posting about Simpson) that i wouldn't mind watching Simpson's only movie (the one where she plays GI Jane to Guttenburg's Sydney) in Spanish language with voiceovers done by actors from Spain (as opposed to Cuba, Chile, Argentina or other Spanish countries).....
also, any reference to 'cock' in the posting about Simpson referred to the bird previously mentioned in the Foghorn Leghorn blog (the Rooster).........
Michael Madsen -- who previously had only been in one movie in his entire career, Kill Bill, turns out has been in another movie called Surface to Air -- some kind of war movie....... congratulations to Michael Madsen for being in two movies........
meanwhile -- neither Simpson nor Madsen are able to entertain more than Lil Flip and Mannie Fresh (hip hop artists).....
stay tuned for a posting of me singing Eddie Brickell in my car as this would be a good help for anyone aspiring to sing and sell
i have since figured out (i must have been tired when posting about Simpson) that i wouldn't mind watching Simpson's only movie (the one where she plays GI Jane to Guttenburg's Sydney) in Spanish language with voiceovers done by actors from Spain (as opposed to Cuba, Chile, Argentina or other Spanish countries).....
also, any reference to 'cock' in the posting about Simpson referred to the bird previously mentioned in the Foghorn Leghorn blog (the Rooster).........
Michael Madsen -- who previously had only been in one movie in his entire career, Kill Bill, turns out has been in another movie called Surface to Air -- some kind of war movie....... congratulations to Michael Madsen for being in two movies........
meanwhile -- neither Simpson nor Madsen are able to entertain more than Lil Flip and Mannie Fresh (hip hop artists).....
stay tuned for a posting of me singing Eddie Brickell in my car as this would be a good help for anyone aspiring to sing and sell
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
of Oprah music
once there was a time when Oprah was a 50 piece orchestra playing in tight unison and actors that could sing and dance and perform a play while singing and dancing it....... now Oprah is some whale beached on National U.S. Television ...... what could these Americans be playing at here???? They know that with climate change suddenly and unexpectedly wiping out people's cars/houses, etc, that there won't be enough free cars from Oprah to go round! Heaven's to goodness!
whens-day march fir/fur'DDDDD (wed/mar/3rd)
hello comers,
it's almost midday as i recently awoke and find myself between two 12-hour taxi shifts -- par for the course on 2s--they and when-s-they (gonna get here) tue/wed......
first thing we see, before switching to american yahoo is the campy, kitsch-y, i'm not gay (but i'm actually really gay) australian yahoo has a picture of that pretty little cock-stirring thing, jessica simpson........
jessica simpson has only ever been in one movie, and that the one in which she plays a ditzy g.i. in the army for some guy called sydney played by steve guttemburg from police academy.......... jessica simpson WAS in the dukes of hazard......... however all she did there was wear some boots ---- contrary to what she might think, jessica simpson has NO musical career as yet
after seeing jessica's sexy little existence and feeling my loins were interested in that -- somehow my subjective mind was able to remind me of some dream i had last night of two bulgarian women, one of them a half russian, that i worked for around late 2008 in bulgaria -- at some school..........
meanwhile my objective consciousness was going ahead and imagining what jessica might be like in a movie with voice-over/doubling from spain (not some other spanish speaking country, but spain) -- or else straight out in a spanish movie of spain....
i may come back to that --- clarifying, whilst American Idol is indeed un-entertaining crap that you, as a studio boss, les moonves or whoever, would agree to put on tv because of the ratings, etc........ the entire phenomenon of the American Idol TV show smells suspiciously --- having said that -- only one talent has come out of it to date and only one song too -- and that is kelly clarkson -- who really has only 1 song -- which is actually more than jessica simpson who has no songs -- kelly clarkson's good song is called 'since you've been gone' and it is a GREAT song........ so you see, all that christian/biblical influence on these muddle-headed americans -- whilst it leads to a lot of misses in music/war and so forth -- at least it leads to the occasional hit -- like hiroshima.... and kelly clarkson...
coming back to jessica simpson, as i have nothing better to do than write about good old jessica sexy simpson and her $3.5 million dollar houses....... actually she's a helluva lot poorer than a lot of people out there -- and richer too of course......
if i were to put jessica in some kind of movie, at this point it's looking like she would be having some kind of dealings with the imaginary character 'don alfonso' --- 'don alfonso' -- like mozart's don giovanni -- and here let's go on an unexpected tangent..... whilst saul zantz' mozart movie from 1984 was indeed thrilling and amazing with many interesting things, one thing it does do is leave you with an impression that the don giovanni opera is dark and depressing and really about mozart's father dying, however, if you would but watch just the opening scene of this play -- you would see it's very funny -- don giovanni, in the opening scene of the movie, turns out to be a real slut, and his squire, or helper, is actually there next to him with a long roll of paper or parchment ready to read out a long list of possible ladies for don giovanni to slut on........ at least that is how i recall it........
moving on, if u ever had an interest in capturing a stereo-typical, normal, mainland, mainstream of spain, has spent all his life in spain kind of spaniard, and not a catalan either, but one of these spaniard voices that you find on spanish tv and which become potentially annoying after a while........ like 'don alfonso' -- then what better woman to put there next to him than simpson............. i would even get simpson to just talk a lot of spanish in the movie......... maybe i'll add to this idea later......
it's almost midday as i recently awoke and find myself between two 12-hour taxi shifts -- par for the course on 2s--they and when-s-they (gonna get here) tue/wed......
first thing we see, before switching to american yahoo is the campy, kitsch-y, i'm not gay (but i'm actually really gay) australian yahoo has a picture of that pretty little cock-stirring thing, jessica simpson........
jessica simpson has only ever been in one movie, and that the one in which she plays a ditzy g.i. in the army for some guy called sydney played by steve guttemburg from police academy.......... jessica simpson WAS in the dukes of hazard......... however all she did there was wear some boots ---- contrary to what she might think, jessica simpson has NO musical career as yet
after seeing jessica's sexy little existence and feeling my loins were interested in that -- somehow my subjective mind was able to remind me of some dream i had last night of two bulgarian women, one of them a half russian, that i worked for around late 2008 in bulgaria -- at some school..........
meanwhile my objective consciousness was going ahead and imagining what jessica might be like in a movie with voice-over/doubling from spain (not some other spanish speaking country, but spain) -- or else straight out in a spanish movie of spain....
i may come back to that --- clarifying, whilst American Idol is indeed un-entertaining crap that you, as a studio boss, les moonves or whoever, would agree to put on tv because of the ratings, etc........ the entire phenomenon of the American Idol TV show smells suspiciously --- having said that -- only one talent has come out of it to date and only one song too -- and that is kelly clarkson -- who really has only 1 song -- which is actually more than jessica simpson who has no songs -- kelly clarkson's good song is called 'since you've been gone' and it is a GREAT song........ so you see, all that christian/biblical influence on these muddle-headed americans -- whilst it leads to a lot of misses in music/war and so forth -- at least it leads to the occasional hit -- like hiroshima.... and kelly clarkson...
coming back to jessica simpson, as i have nothing better to do than write about good old jessica sexy simpson and her $3.5 million dollar houses....... actually she's a helluva lot poorer than a lot of people out there -- and richer too of course......
if i were to put jessica in some kind of movie, at this point it's looking like she would be having some kind of dealings with the imaginary character 'don alfonso' --- 'don alfonso' -- like mozart's don giovanni -- and here let's go on an unexpected tangent..... whilst saul zantz' mozart movie from 1984 was indeed thrilling and amazing with many interesting things, one thing it does do is leave you with an impression that the don giovanni opera is dark and depressing and really about mozart's father dying, however, if you would but watch just the opening scene of this play -- you would see it's very funny -- don giovanni, in the opening scene of the movie, turns out to be a real slut, and his squire, or helper, is actually there next to him with a long roll of paper or parchment ready to read out a long list of possible ladies for don giovanni to slut on........ at least that is how i recall it........
moving on, if u ever had an interest in capturing a stereo-typical, normal, mainland, mainstream of spain, has spent all his life in spain kind of spaniard, and not a catalan either, but one of these spaniard voices that you find on spanish tv and which become potentially annoying after a while........ like 'don alfonso' -- then what better woman to put there next to him than simpson............. i would even get simpson to just talk a lot of spanish in the movie......... maybe i'll add to this idea later......
More on Avatar
.... well, after mentioning that i was a big paula abdul fan as a 15 or 16 year old --- and continuing that the TV show American Idol is a farcical joke -- even with Paula's presence there........ and refraining from more anglo-saxon bashing of the likes of simon cowsmell or whatever his name is from American Idol --- without any further ado.... or farther ado ----
let's look at Avatar some more ------------ first of all --- the glaringist 'it does not add up' thing about the movie is that how can the Americans portrayed in the movie --- purely from the 2009/2010 kind of era ---- how could they possibly master the ability to travel faster than the speed of light only to be the usual nincompoop morons they are like in actual fact nowadays --- as they are in the movie -- to put it another way --- how the hell are they able to travel faster than the speed of light to some other planet --- only to rely on similar clunky technology as an extension to their greedy clunky moronic mentalities???? it does not add up........ but the movie is so entertaining, or else my life is so boring, that i felt the naming of the precious metal on the faraway planet (LIGHT YEARS away, mind you) 'Unobtanium' compensated nicely for this element --- and after all, 'it's only a movie' as they say...........
i do think art is important, but at the same time, it seems like a real pity that the only way you can present 'trippy' and 'out-there' ideas to masses of people is thru an expensive movie that wows and dazzles --- otherwise people just don't want to hear about it........... what does this say about the human condition?
that the people of today are gonna do it all by the material book --- tip the balance of the Earth's ecology until it rains non-stop here and snows non-stop there and burns non-stop over there and everyone is made a clown of --- to what end?
moving on, one of the most beautiful themes in this movie in it's expression and as an element of the universal subconscious mind is the representation of war between two different worlds.......... we all saw it on our own planet in world war ii on a colossal and epic scale........ but legend speaks of civilizations on this very planet, creators of such magnificent buildings as the pyramids of egypt and the legends of great mayan civilization in terms of astronomy, etc.......... legend speaks of civilations on this planet in advance of our own current civilization --- furthermore, like from a child's fantasy cartoon -- of civilizations, not only great, but capable of weilding tremendous power through magic, white and black..... and wars between good and evil forces as per the japanese manga cartoon tradition (of magic wielding and the ability to summon great forces to move matter)...... the legends of Atlantis and Lemurias............... watching the war scenes in Avatar maybe plays to something deep within our subconsious minds of our own experiences of crazy wars --- perhaps on other planets where we have incarnated previously and lived many lifetimes............ or perhaps on this very same planet........ the war scenes in Avatar were certainly entertaining --- the whole movie, in fact, had a very good flow to it and just maintained a harmonious, entertaining balance on the whole...... there was one tiny little scene like 4 seconds long where sigourney weaver offers the crippled guy some crusty old cheese or something like that for dinner and i thought that tiny 4 second scene odd but that was about it........ everything else seemed kosher..........
moving on, even the Vatican has weighed in on this movie........ does anyone have any idea of the amount of secret and hidden documents of great importance the Vatican has locked away? secret documents dealing with mystical lore and magic..... how to create animals from next to nothing (without resorting to cloning) and on and on and on............
i thought having nerve endings at the tip of one's hair some 1 foot away from the scalp as an odd device but the movie is so fantastic in its approach to creativity that we don't care as we sit back and realize that the possibilities for different lifeforms on a probably uncountable amount of life-supporting planets 'out there' must exist........
as hamlet said: 'there are more things to heaven and earth than enters your philosophy horatio'.......
i highly recommend any kind of apocolyptic, big-budget movie going nowadays --- e.g., 2012 or Avatar....... at least on the big screen you get some entertainment fix like that........
let's look at Avatar some more ------------ first of all --- the glaringist 'it does not add up' thing about the movie is that how can the Americans portrayed in the movie --- purely from the 2009/2010 kind of era ---- how could they possibly master the ability to travel faster than the speed of light only to be the usual nincompoop morons they are like in actual fact nowadays --- as they are in the movie -- to put it another way --- how the hell are they able to travel faster than the speed of light to some other planet --- only to rely on similar clunky technology as an extension to their greedy clunky moronic mentalities???? it does not add up........ but the movie is so entertaining, or else my life is so boring, that i felt the naming of the precious metal on the faraway planet (LIGHT YEARS away, mind you) 'Unobtanium' compensated nicely for this element --- and after all, 'it's only a movie' as they say...........
i do think art is important, but at the same time, it seems like a real pity that the only way you can present 'trippy' and 'out-there' ideas to masses of people is thru an expensive movie that wows and dazzles --- otherwise people just don't want to hear about it........... what does this say about the human condition?
that the people of today are gonna do it all by the material book --- tip the balance of the Earth's ecology until it rains non-stop here and snows non-stop there and burns non-stop over there and everyone is made a clown of --- to what end?
moving on, one of the most beautiful themes in this movie in it's expression and as an element of the universal subconscious mind is the representation of war between two different worlds.......... we all saw it on our own planet in world war ii on a colossal and epic scale........ but legend speaks of civilizations on this very planet, creators of such magnificent buildings as the pyramids of egypt and the legends of great mayan civilization in terms of astronomy, etc.......... legend speaks of civilations on this planet in advance of our own current civilization --- furthermore, like from a child's fantasy cartoon -- of civilizations, not only great, but capable of weilding tremendous power through magic, white and black..... and wars between good and evil forces as per the japanese manga cartoon tradition (of magic wielding and the ability to summon great forces to move matter)...... the legends of Atlantis and Lemurias............... watching the war scenes in Avatar maybe plays to something deep within our subconsious minds of our own experiences of crazy wars --- perhaps on other planets where we have incarnated previously and lived many lifetimes............ or perhaps on this very same planet........ the war scenes in Avatar were certainly entertaining --- the whole movie, in fact, had a very good flow to it and just maintained a harmonious, entertaining balance on the whole...... there was one tiny little scene like 4 seconds long where sigourney weaver offers the crippled guy some crusty old cheese or something like that for dinner and i thought that tiny 4 second scene odd but that was about it........ everything else seemed kosher..........
moving on, even the Vatican has weighed in on this movie........ does anyone have any idea of the amount of secret and hidden documents of great importance the Vatican has locked away? secret documents dealing with mystical lore and magic..... how to create animals from next to nothing (without resorting to cloning) and on and on and on............
i thought having nerve endings at the tip of one's hair some 1 foot away from the scalp as an odd device but the movie is so fantastic in its approach to creativity that we don't care as we sit back and realize that the possibilities for different lifeforms on a probably uncountable amount of life-supporting planets 'out there' must exist........
as hamlet said: 'there are more things to heaven and earth than enters your philosophy horatio'.......
i highly recommend any kind of apocolyptic, big-budget movie going nowadays --- e.g., 2012 or Avatar....... at least on the big screen you get some entertainment fix like that........
Monday, March 1, 2010
and now for Foghorn Leghorn....
boys and girls,
you all know that warner brothers cartoon -- foghorn leghorn -- the big red rooster that kept smacking down the big dog and - contrarily - the big dog that gets his own revenge many times own on foghorn leghorn --- what great stuff from 1950s America.....
a few years ago -- around 2004 -- a simple, small story came out of Irak of U.S. Army, grunt-life...... some young American G.I.s stomping and trekking around the wilds of Irak -- with their heavy gear on and their glorious multiplicity of human genes and their great knowledge of football and linebackers and wide-receivers and so forth, came across one of God's simple creatures, not to be found in the movie Avatar, the humble Rooster...
upon seeing it, one of the American GIs, a young grunt, joked: 'hey look! the Iraki Air Force!' -- or something along those lines -- to which jockularity, his mates laughed.....
but i propose that that simple Rooster was not the Iraki Air Force, I propose it was an Anglo-Saxon, be it the more common - 'of England' variety, or a hybrid in the form of Nicole Kidman, or a South African kaffir hating Anglo-Saxon, or an Aussie-English-comer Anglo-Saxon or better yet, perhaps the best of all Anglo-Saxon: the New Zealander --- or still yet, an AMERICAN! that hadn't had its Anglo-Saxon (READ ENGLISH!) genes diluted with some other races....................
boo-yam-guan-xi-y'all-bitches-r-rat
you all know that warner brothers cartoon -- foghorn leghorn -- the big red rooster that kept smacking down the big dog and - contrarily - the big dog that gets his own revenge many times own on foghorn leghorn --- what great stuff from 1950s America.....
a few years ago -- around 2004 -- a simple, small story came out of Irak of U.S. Army, grunt-life...... some young American G.I.s stomping and trekking around the wilds of Irak -- with their heavy gear on and their glorious multiplicity of human genes and their great knowledge of football and linebackers and wide-receivers and so forth, came across one of God's simple creatures, not to be found in the movie Avatar, the humble Rooster...
upon seeing it, one of the American GIs, a young grunt, joked: 'hey look! the Iraki Air Force!' -- or something along those lines -- to which jockularity, his mates laughed.....
but i propose that that simple Rooster was not the Iraki Air Force, I propose it was an Anglo-Saxon, be it the more common - 'of England' variety, or a hybrid in the form of Nicole Kidman, or a South African kaffir hating Anglo-Saxon, or an Aussie-English-comer Anglo-Saxon or better yet, perhaps the best of all Anglo-Saxon: the New Zealander --- or still yet, an AMERICAN! that hadn't had its Anglo-Saxon (READ ENGLISH!) genes diluted with some other races....................
boo-yam-guan-xi-y'all-bitches-r-rat
How it would be if i were to have a sit down with James Cameron, Mother Nature (channelled thru an LA Skid Row crackhead), and the bald guy and foxy
... gal from Law and Order....
Order, order, order...
first of all --- bravo James Cameron -- what a great movie that Avatar was....... we hereby reward James Cameron with a delicious and creamy chocolate eclair and a nice cup of cold milk -- what great stuff........ and how amazing that humans, religious or otherwise, who would never care to have someone lay religious and pseudo-religious concepts by them in boring, ordinary ways, are more than happy to freely submit themselves to religious concepts if it's done in the concept of a 500 million dollar movie that they have actually paid to see --- eg., the transmigration of a Soul not necessarily to the afterlife as such or Seth's Egyptian river of the dead or whatever it's called -- but immediately to a new body -- a relatively rare concept in metaphysics --- anyway it was a helluva movie Mother Nature and I don't want to spoil it for you by giving too much away -- let me just say, look out for the interesting male/female father/mother masculine/feminine divine principles as portrayed by that textbook --- hard-arse -- go get 'em GI Joe U.S. Army Colonel --- and Sigourney Weaver's character --- wow wow wow wow -- what a movie -- gold stars everywhere.......
moving on, Mother Nature -- i have to address you through a crackhead LA Skid Row afro-american man that is currently channelling you, Mother Nature; Mother Nature, way to smack down on Chile, Haiti, France, Spain (my mother country of sorts), Portugal, the North-Eastern states of America and less recently, with Katrina, the Tsunami in the Indian Ocean, the minus 25 degree weather in the Balkans recently, the Permafrost melting -- it's all GOING DOWN 4 SHIZZLE!!!...
Mother Nature: you know it is Benji, it's going down like a motherfucker --- everyone out there --- all those 6 billion people --- that's more people than the world's biggest dog can carry in fleas in relative terms --- that's a shitload of people ripping trees of me and damming big rivers in China and melting all the Polar ice and fucking shit up in the atmosphere so you know i'm gonna be smacking shit down wherever and whenever the fuck........
I know it's so Mother Nature, i know it's so ---- and finally --- Law and Order is still completely gay and stupid.........
Order, order, order...
first of all --- bravo James Cameron -- what a great movie that Avatar was....... we hereby reward James Cameron with a delicious and creamy chocolate eclair and a nice cup of cold milk -- what great stuff........ and how amazing that humans, religious or otherwise, who would never care to have someone lay religious and pseudo-religious concepts by them in boring, ordinary ways, are more than happy to freely submit themselves to religious concepts if it's done in the concept of a 500 million dollar movie that they have actually paid to see --- eg., the transmigration of a Soul not necessarily to the afterlife as such or Seth's Egyptian river of the dead or whatever it's called -- but immediately to a new body -- a relatively rare concept in metaphysics --- anyway it was a helluva movie Mother Nature and I don't want to spoil it for you by giving too much away -- let me just say, look out for the interesting male/female father/mother masculine/feminine divine principles as portrayed by that textbook --- hard-arse -- go get 'em GI Joe U.S. Army Colonel --- and Sigourney Weaver's character --- wow wow wow wow -- what a movie -- gold stars everywhere.......
moving on, Mother Nature -- i have to address you through a crackhead LA Skid Row afro-american man that is currently channelling you, Mother Nature; Mother Nature, way to smack down on Chile, Haiti, France, Spain (my mother country of sorts), Portugal, the North-Eastern states of America and less recently, with Katrina, the Tsunami in the Indian Ocean, the minus 25 degree weather in the Balkans recently, the Permafrost melting -- it's all GOING DOWN 4 SHIZZLE!!!...
Mother Nature: you know it is Benji, it's going down like a motherfucker --- everyone out there --- all those 6 billion people --- that's more people than the world's biggest dog can carry in fleas in relative terms --- that's a shitload of people ripping trees of me and damming big rivers in China and melting all the Polar ice and fucking shit up in the atmosphere so you know i'm gonna be smacking shit down wherever and whenever the fuck........
I know it's so Mother Nature, i know it's so ---- and finally --- Law and Order is still completely gay and stupid.........
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