talk to any American and they'll tell you that Europeans are Euro-trash --- from Riga in Latvia to Andaclucia and Ireland to Greece -- trash everywhere........ from Norway all the way down to Sicily, in fact, the Americans were good enough to leave us situation comedy: Perfect Strangers to graphically potray how stupid and backwater-like the Europeans are....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adOt-y0VnHg&feature=fvsr
seen here, Balki is the perfect representation of European backwardness, stupidity and inability to win an arm-wrestle in general -- his American cousin is far cleverer and able to kick more arse.......
seen here is a typical example of backward European Euro-trash-ness, notice the lack of slick production values in the video-clip and the possibly inbred Celtic populace speaking a babble-like language unknown to anyone
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjZlpmJg8so
Monday, February 28, 2011
random babble
movies in general are made to entertain and needn't trouble themselves with historical accuracy or facts.... a good example of this, and a movie that impressed me a lot is Saul Zaentz's Amadeus....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCnOx4lmnbg&feature=related
in this scene, real life historical figure and viennese court composer in the times of Mozart, Antonio Salieri, is falsely portrayed as a lunatic in an asylum, confessing to murdering Mozart... even the producers of this movie admitted the plot is a fiction........ what's interesting in this scene, is that Salieri casts himself as a forgotten mediocrity and this is backed by a scene from one of his operas........ but even a layperson interested in opera music would be very impressed with the piece of Salieri's opera given -- the music is very similar to Mozart's and very beautiful.......
moving on...... arm wrestling against people on steroids......... never arm wrestle a person on steroids if you are not on steroids and expect to win
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCnOx4lmnbg&feature=related
in this scene, real life historical figure and viennese court composer in the times of Mozart, Antonio Salieri, is falsely portrayed as a lunatic in an asylum, confessing to murdering Mozart... even the producers of this movie admitted the plot is a fiction........ what's interesting in this scene, is that Salieri casts himself as a forgotten mediocrity and this is backed by a scene from one of his operas........ but even a layperson interested in opera music would be very impressed with the piece of Salieri's opera given -- the music is very similar to Mozart's and very beautiful.......
moving on...... arm wrestling against people on steroids......... never arm wrestle a person on steroids if you are not on steroids and expect to win
MUMBLE MUMBLE DA SEQUEL
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9X_msJ-7OI
the European Union, with the assistance of America, organized megolomaniac group therapy for Moammar Ghaddafi and Hosni Mubarak of Egypt -- the leaders of Saudi Arabia and Yemen were also invited... Charlie Sheen was also obliged to attend by court order....
the team of psychologists running the show were from Berkely, CA and Leeds, UK..... and Bavaria, Germany....
the therapy leader started Thursdays session,
'today we're going to talk about dads, what kind of a dad did you have,' asked the day's therapist to the group of assembled megalomaniacs.
the European Union, with the assistance of America, organized megolomaniac group therapy for Moammar Ghaddafi and Hosni Mubarak of Egypt -- the leaders of Saudi Arabia and Yemen were also invited... Charlie Sheen was also obliged to attend by court order....
the team of psychologists running the show were from Berkely, CA and Leeds, UK..... and Bavaria, Germany....
the therapy leader started Thursdays session,
'today we're going to talk about dads, what kind of a dad did you have,' asked the day's therapist to the group of assembled megalomaniacs.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
mumble mumble (the climax)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEvPwWjRyg8
the two cia agents looked at eachother across the ramparts of an old abandoned sandy stone castle in the libyan desert.... like something out of a bourne identity movie, the two field agents, blessed with fun and exciting careers 5% of the time when they weren't waiting around in hotel lobbies to blackmail or bribe key peripheral players in various shady scenarios -- the two once partner agents, estranged by years apart in different departments, now drawn together again for the important assignment in Libya --- trained their lenses on Muammar Ghaddafi as he stood over his barbecue friendlily grilling up some delicious shrimp and onions and sausages and steaks and such for his fellow Libyan mates among the rabble there...... his pet hamster, now trained in the crosshairs of Agent Brockmeyer of the CIA stood chewing some carrot nearby Ghaddafi's left hand next to the barbecue.......
killing the hamster was the mission prerogative.... unfortunately, Agent Brockmeyer, was the only one of the team of two assassins with a sniper rifle and she found herself 50 yards away from her co-agent who was up high on a different rampart and unwilling to kill the hamster in the end as it was so cute and cuddly
'i cannot do it,' she fairly croaked... 'it's too cute and cuddly...' said Agent Brockmeyer emotionally
'kill the f*cking hamster already! we didn't spend 2 days sleeping in trees and two nights hiking across the countryside to finally get here and pussy out... are you kidding me? kill the f*cking hampster!'
Agent Brockmeyer tightened her grip on the rifle's trigger -- the hamster was fairly in the crosshairs of her scope --- sweat dripped down her forehead... a lump in her throat burnt her and she began to have flashbacks of her favorite pet as a child, a pet hampster called moopsie that was killed by a neighbourhood bully.
the two cia agents looked at eachother across the ramparts of an old abandoned sandy stone castle in the libyan desert.... like something out of a bourne identity movie, the two field agents, blessed with fun and exciting careers 5% of the time when they weren't waiting around in hotel lobbies to blackmail or bribe key peripheral players in various shady scenarios -- the two once partner agents, estranged by years apart in different departments, now drawn together again for the important assignment in Libya --- trained their lenses on Muammar Ghaddafi as he stood over his barbecue friendlily grilling up some delicious shrimp and onions and sausages and steaks and such for his fellow Libyan mates among the rabble there...... his pet hamster, now trained in the crosshairs of Agent Brockmeyer of the CIA stood chewing some carrot nearby Ghaddafi's left hand next to the barbecue.......
killing the hamster was the mission prerogative.... unfortunately, Agent Brockmeyer, was the only one of the team of two assassins with a sniper rifle and she found herself 50 yards away from her co-agent who was up high on a different rampart and unwilling to kill the hamster in the end as it was so cute and cuddly
'i cannot do it,' she fairly croaked... 'it's too cute and cuddly...' said Agent Brockmeyer emotionally
'kill the f*cking hamster already! we didn't spend 2 days sleeping in trees and two nights hiking across the countryside to finally get here and pussy out... are you kidding me? kill the f*cking hampster!'
Agent Brockmeyer tightened her grip on the rifle's trigger -- the hamster was fairly in the crosshairs of her scope --- sweat dripped down her forehead... a lump in her throat burnt her and she began to have flashbacks of her favorite pet as a child, a pet hampster called moopsie that was killed by a neighbourhood bully.
back to mumble mumble
all around the Arab world, leaders were ponying up the money for massive barbecues for the masses......
'here you go mate, want another shrimp?' asked Muammar Ghaddafi as he stood over a barbecue and placed food on nearby plates and to various comers.
it was the same way in syria: 'have some sausage mate?' said the Syrian leaders as they over their barbecues....
in Saudi Arabia, the government was so concerned for its citizens they even began handing out cash bonuses so as the masses by their own barbecues: 'buy a barbie mate!' ran their popular slogans...
in Yemen too, the public were notably overjoyed as they squeezed ketchup onto their buns and squeezed fried onion with tongs onto their buns.... 'this is great mate!' they cried happily.
Even the american dept. of State decided to send free cheese to the arab world: 'Grate!' said Hilarity Clinton, 'just grate!'
there were a few evil-doers that were trying to spoil everyone's barbecue by throwing ants around and what not but the police were gentle but forthright, as they always are, in quelling this unfortunate behavior.
'here you go mate, want another shrimp?' asked Muammar Ghaddafi as he stood over a barbecue and placed food on nearby plates and to various comers.
it was the same way in syria: 'have some sausage mate?' said the Syrian leaders as they over their barbecues....
in Saudi Arabia, the government was so concerned for its citizens they even began handing out cash bonuses so as the masses by their own barbecues: 'buy a barbie mate!' ran their popular slogans...
in Yemen too, the public were notably overjoyed as they squeezed ketchup onto their buns and squeezed fried onion with tongs onto their buns.... 'this is great mate!' they cried happily.
Even the american dept. of State decided to send free cheese to the arab world: 'Grate!' said Hilarity Clinton, 'just grate!'
there were a few evil-doers that were trying to spoil everyone's barbecue by throwing ants around and what not but the police were gentle but forthright, as they always are, in quelling this unfortunate behavior.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
of wall decorations in america
deviating from grandma for a moment -- and looking at in incident that ocurred between grandma visits whilst living in madrid in 2000/2001 and the last visit after the half year French excursion... i found myself living in the small capital city of Virginia - Richmond... being my first time in America people i knew were interested to know what i thought of it all........ one observation i didn't mention, perhaps coz it happened later, occurred at a university house party in the Richmond fan area -- a downtown part of Richmond called 'the fan' where things are less rednecky and more cosmopolitan due to the druggie student populace...... while at the party -- i noticed how differently each tenant's room was decorated and it hit me, apart from the greater choices at the supermarket and just the general vibe being that Americans already had so much cable tv and freedoms for decades by that point, probably about 40 or 50 years in front of Australia in many respects........ it hit me, looking at how one girl's room was decorated, painted green with some posters and what not... it hit me in general how radically pro-individualist the Americans were.... i was impressed by it
BUT
it was only a few years later, for example spending just over a year in communist China, very much the opposite to America in terms of personal individuality-expression; the Chinese are perhaps more like ants in terms of their struggle for the collective good but they are not as pro-individual as are the Americans....
as i said, BUT
after spending just over a year in China -- and then spending half a year in NYC - at which time, i know not why i kept a wall decoration marking something about the state of Wisconsin... Wisconsin means and meant nothing to me and i don't know why i kept a wall decoration of Wisconsin at the time (in 2005) but it's curious now as Wisconsin is in the news a lot for union rights.. I digress....
after the return to NYC - some 4 years after the first visit to NYC shortly after the 9/11 attacks when the towers were still smoking....... it occurred to me: so there are a lot of consumer choices and individuality and freedoms, so what? what of it?
does it make the people freer?
you could easily argue that it doesn't..... freedom is a dicey thing..... when you're young, it looks like freedom is the ability to travel, find work anymore, have sex with whoever, get drunk, smoke pot and make money -- this is freedom.........
but responsibility is not often equated with freedom.... if we think of the indentured slaves in china that are not free in terms of poverty and being attached to long and difficult hours of work -- we cannot say they are more ignorant than university educated Americans....... after all - learning to read and write and speak Chinese is a discipline that precious few western university students master --- and all Chinese have this ability and it certainly lends them a great deal of intelligence........ make no mistake about it -- there is tremendous intelligence in china -- if only becoz of the language acquisition of the exquisite chinese language (written) --- people should not think that banging on some bongo drums and spilling beer all over yourself and having a $50,000 car equals freedom.........
one of Eminem's song lyrics is: 'no more games, i'm gonna rip this motherf*ckin' roof off'....
although Eminem was probably lost in his mind when coming with this -- it still serves as a metaphor for the entire collective will of humanity to cause serious damage to the environment via massive consumption of fossil fuels and raw resources to the extreme that they become unsustainable to produce........... a co-worker that loved yelling at me every day neverendingly once told me: 'you're gonna do damage!'.......... this is the truth of china and the rest of the world's great fuel burners: they are gonna do damage
so what difference does it make if you have great choices in america and eat shit food or if u live in china and wear the same uniform as ur co-workers and eat better food than a French gourmand (even if u r poor).......... are u free? free to do what? ur gonna do damage -- ur gonna rip the motherf*ckin' roof off (burn co2 causing climate collapses and flooding, etc, scarred/unsustainable resourse production)
BUT
it was only a few years later, for example spending just over a year in communist China, very much the opposite to America in terms of personal individuality-expression; the Chinese are perhaps more like ants in terms of their struggle for the collective good but they are not as pro-individual as are the Americans....
as i said, BUT
after spending just over a year in China -- and then spending half a year in NYC - at which time, i know not why i kept a wall decoration marking something about the state of Wisconsin... Wisconsin means and meant nothing to me and i don't know why i kept a wall decoration of Wisconsin at the time (in 2005) but it's curious now as Wisconsin is in the news a lot for union rights.. I digress....
after the return to NYC - some 4 years after the first visit to NYC shortly after the 9/11 attacks when the towers were still smoking....... it occurred to me: so there are a lot of consumer choices and individuality and freedoms, so what? what of it?
does it make the people freer?
you could easily argue that it doesn't..... freedom is a dicey thing..... when you're young, it looks like freedom is the ability to travel, find work anymore, have sex with whoever, get drunk, smoke pot and make money -- this is freedom.........
but responsibility is not often equated with freedom.... if we think of the indentured slaves in china that are not free in terms of poverty and being attached to long and difficult hours of work -- we cannot say they are more ignorant than university educated Americans....... after all - learning to read and write and speak Chinese is a discipline that precious few western university students master --- and all Chinese have this ability and it certainly lends them a great deal of intelligence........ make no mistake about it -- there is tremendous intelligence in china -- if only becoz of the language acquisition of the exquisite chinese language (written) --- people should not think that banging on some bongo drums and spilling beer all over yourself and having a $50,000 car equals freedom.........
one of Eminem's song lyrics is: 'no more games, i'm gonna rip this motherf*ckin' roof off'....
although Eminem was probably lost in his mind when coming with this -- it still serves as a metaphor for the entire collective will of humanity to cause serious damage to the environment via massive consumption of fossil fuels and raw resources to the extreme that they become unsustainable to produce........... a co-worker that loved yelling at me every day neverendingly once told me: 'you're gonna do damage!'.......... this is the truth of china and the rest of the world's great fuel burners: they are gonna do damage
so what difference does it make if you have great choices in america and eat shit food or if u live in china and wear the same uniform as ur co-workers and eat better food than a French gourmand (even if u r poor).......... are u free? free to do what? ur gonna do damage -- ur gonna rip the motherf*ckin' roof off (burn co2 causing climate collapses and flooding, etc, scarred/unsustainable resourse production)
grandma part 4
among events i recall from my half year stay in Paris: visiting the Museum of Orlee and buying a postcard for my grandma which later fell out through a hole in my pocket..... playing battleships with a very cocky Frenchman who really was emblematic in many ways of the French, he was a happy fellow and proud, and probably cheated on his wife nicely if he was married.... every time he said: 'A1', i'd have to be like 'hit' -- and then he'd be like: 'B1' and i'd be like, 'hit,' and then he'd be like: 'C1', and i'd be like: 'hit and sunk' and then he'd laugh heartily and with great gusto... he certainly enjoyed those battleship games a lot which represented a welcome distraction from his busy life charting his career and family too no doubt... this fellow also traveled to America alot for Total Fina Elf, possibly to Texas, as another student, another Frenchie, explained to me how big square dancing is in Texas....
another time i made a little Algerian girlfriend and she made a point of showing me how to French kiss correctly -- even (or especially maybe) if we were in a little restaurants at very close quarters with the other patrons -- it was the French way -- no-one told us to 'get a room' but they probably should have....
another occurrence, apart from the museum visits, i came across an advert from an american acting teacher -- it boasted that his former students included a stream of famous american movie and tv actors so i wanted to meet him... first i met his assistant, Antonio. there certainly is a lot of bullshitting that goes on in the thespian world --- the fact is, all men and women are actors that strut around on the stage of life -- and pretending that only a select small amount of people are actors and that the vast majority of people, the firefighters, nurses, doctors, etc, that they are not actors, is to intentional adopt blinders and a kind of tunnel vision......... hence when Antonio or any other thespian asks me if i am an actor, it is just a dumb question......... anyway, these people knew this well enough... i took a couple of classes with them all -- most all the students were French actors active in film and tv productions as screen players therein...... the teacher was quite the bullshit artist and had a number of stories about Hollywood this and Hollywood that..... he seemed like someone i could learn things from.......
the other main thing i remember was visiting Jerusalem for about three days coz of a long weekend holiday in France and having just been paid and not being much of a saver.... while it was only 3 days in Jerusalem, i could easily write pages about it and would do so at some other time.... the night before i left, Laura welcomed him into her crib where her two daughters were also and offered me a whisky and said i could use her camera.... unfortunately, it already had film in it, an expensive kind of film that took wide angle shots..... most of the shots had been taken already by the prettier daughter, i was told to take good care of it... unfortunately, when i returned it seemed the Israeli security -- by passing the camera through an x-ray machine or somehow, had destroyed the film within the camera and the pretty daughter lost all of her pictures --- she was terribly upset about it and Laura made me apologize to her about it so i bought her a postcard with two horses on it and wrote 'Sorry' in big letters on the back of it.....
off topic, if you ever recall a funny incident once on Conan O'Brien featuring a poodle that could zap people dead and make them vanish in a poof of smoke, don't try finding it on youtube -- even if it's there it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack
another time i made a little Algerian girlfriend and she made a point of showing me how to French kiss correctly -- even (or especially maybe) if we were in a little restaurants at very close quarters with the other patrons -- it was the French way -- no-one told us to 'get a room' but they probably should have....
another occurrence, apart from the museum visits, i came across an advert from an american acting teacher -- it boasted that his former students included a stream of famous american movie and tv actors so i wanted to meet him... first i met his assistant, Antonio. there certainly is a lot of bullshitting that goes on in the thespian world --- the fact is, all men and women are actors that strut around on the stage of life -- and pretending that only a select small amount of people are actors and that the vast majority of people, the firefighters, nurses, doctors, etc, that they are not actors, is to intentional adopt blinders and a kind of tunnel vision......... hence when Antonio or any other thespian asks me if i am an actor, it is just a dumb question......... anyway, these people knew this well enough... i took a couple of classes with them all -- most all the students were French actors active in film and tv productions as screen players therein...... the teacher was quite the bullshit artist and had a number of stories about Hollywood this and Hollywood that..... he seemed like someone i could learn things from.......
the other main thing i remember was visiting Jerusalem for about three days coz of a long weekend holiday in France and having just been paid and not being much of a saver.... while it was only 3 days in Jerusalem, i could easily write pages about it and would do so at some other time.... the night before i left, Laura welcomed him into her crib where her two daughters were also and offered me a whisky and said i could use her camera.... unfortunately, it already had film in it, an expensive kind of film that took wide angle shots..... most of the shots had been taken already by the prettier daughter, i was told to take good care of it... unfortunately, when i returned it seemed the Israeli security -- by passing the camera through an x-ray machine or somehow, had destroyed the film within the camera and the pretty daughter lost all of her pictures --- she was terribly upset about it and Laura made me apologize to her about it so i bought her a postcard with two horses on it and wrote 'Sorry' in big letters on the back of it.....
off topic, if you ever recall a funny incident once on Conan O'Brien featuring a poodle that could zap people dead and make them vanish in a poof of smoke, don't try finding it on youtube -- even if it's there it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack
grandma part 3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VSxe78qw9A
as stated, i was chillin'/kickin' it nearabouts andalucia in the first half of 1996 when the strong urge to spend time in France hit me...... truth be told -- the eastern parts of spain are somewhat like unto France -- morese the northerner you go -- so that Barcelona, a long long time ago, was some kind of France........ Madrid has dick all to do with Barcelona or anything else and is a world unto itself......
my desire to kick it in France was something i wussed out on as a 19 year old and ended up spending almost a year studying mass media and volunteering part time on some local tv station tv show in madrid that had real journalists and theatre actors but probably no viewers...... certainly they never wanted to call us........ the culture was all too much for me to get my head around but at least i was getting the language..... my grandma probably realized i wouldn't slot into life in spain permanently the way most of her other grandkids (some 20 odd of them) would........ the non-australian grandkids, that is..... but she still tried to encourage me to get myself situated nicely in life and work hard -- however i was so young i never cared about those things and just wanted to kick it and chill a lot come what may........
in political matters, as mentioned, grandma loved Franco, Spain's dictator since the start of wwii when Spain was done with her civil war -- Franco died like a year before i was born and since then left wing socialists took over -- my grandma hated them and spat venom about how corrupt they were and insisted Felipe Gonzalez and friends should be locked up in prison....... she and others of her social economic standing were more inclined to vote for PP party which is more right wing..... incidentally, since taking spanish citizenship at age 19 i have been eligible to vote in national and local elections in spain.........
while i studied in madrid and kicked it at age 20 in 1996/97 -- i made it a sure habit to eat the day's main meal, eaten around 2pm, with grandma on fridays... i even mentioned it to my friends at the university and such like..... they laughed and thought it was funny a grandkid would enjoy seeing his grandma so much but i had already missed out on 20 years of it by then (almost) -- so no sense not taking advantage -- and we got along so well anyway -- perhaps subconsciously i remembered her visit when i was a little baby.....
on Fridays grandma and i would eat her sick food -- it was completely dope and phat -- which is to say, excellent -- what a great cook --- afterwards we'd play some spanish version of gin-rummy with a spanish deck for nickels or 5 cent pieces which in spain used to be called 'duros' or, a 'duro' (same word as 'hard') -- but this was before the Euro currency was introduced......
when the Euro was introduced i was resident in Paris and had effected my plan to live in France first formulated in 1996 at age 19....... it was obviously end of 2001 - start of 2002 when i found myself in Paris already a month and a half - give or take - when the Euro was introduced -- somehow we went from Franks one day to Euros the next -- by this time i had almost or already found an apartment in a very expensive part of Paris rented out by a Texan called Laura married to a French man with two attractive daughters, one moreso than the other..... Laura was also very sexy....... i have never seen such sexy looking women beyond age 30 or even 40 as in Paris, and this was when i was 25 and not much interested in women over 30 anyway.........
shortly after arriving in Paris i found work for a small language academy -- teaching at the biggest oil company in Europe, Total Fina Elf at their Paris headquarters which consisted of two large 'skyscraper' towers in a business district zone of Paris called 'La Defense'.... i also taught some other classes at Nestle's French Headquarters in the suburbs -- in fact, i was surprised after my high school history studies, in which i took great interest in the first two world wars, to see that i had to cross the Rhone or Rhine river to get to the Nestle cafeteria from the main building...... it was very narrow at this part of its trajectory.....
i also taught some english language classes at a real estate agent for a while and in the academy itself that mostly contracted me to a Le Monde film critic journalist and a film producer's PA and such like......
i have a great many recollections of my half year in Paris however i do not draw on them much -- i was able to learn a great deal by preparing myself before arriving and then trying hard while there to learn their language...... although it is still very difficult for me to understand spoken French -- i do very well at it with minorities and disadvantaged speakers and also speakers of French as a second language....... certainly i can speak more freely in French than can understand -- the same is true of Chinese which i later learnt to a very limited extent in China
at one point one of my students at the big oil company told me that if i lived at Porte Maillot (seen in the Harrison Ford movie, 'Frantic') that i must be rich (as it was a very rich area) - my rent was 500 euros a month in 2002 for a shoebox - but i certainly was not rich -- far from it as time i could have been spending driving a taxi and saving money in sydney before that i had spent watching tv making nothing........ i told this same student that i was not rich and that i thought australia was a backward country -- he told me that if i thought australia was backwards i should go to china
i took his advice -- i still think australia is backwards but now i can tell u exactly why
by this point, both in spain and later in france, i had not much interest in going to america where i would end up having to follow some american dildo's lead and look stupid just coz i didn't have a green card or u.s. citizenship........ even now it's common for americans to use aliens to make themselves look better....... in this respect i have no pity for america's current economic dilemma, eat shit arsehole, as they say..... by this point i had spent 3 months in america and at least i could say that virginians were quite decent people to say the very least
back in spain i hooked up with grandma again after the paris adventure........ this would be our last encounter as i would leave for australia and she would leave for the 'otro barrio' (the afterlife).......
as stated, i was chillin'/kickin' it nearabouts andalucia in the first half of 1996 when the strong urge to spend time in France hit me...... truth be told -- the eastern parts of spain are somewhat like unto France -- morese the northerner you go -- so that Barcelona, a long long time ago, was some kind of France........ Madrid has dick all to do with Barcelona or anything else and is a world unto itself......
my desire to kick it in France was something i wussed out on as a 19 year old and ended up spending almost a year studying mass media and volunteering part time on some local tv station tv show in madrid that had real journalists and theatre actors but probably no viewers...... certainly they never wanted to call us........ the culture was all too much for me to get my head around but at least i was getting the language..... my grandma probably realized i wouldn't slot into life in spain permanently the way most of her other grandkids (some 20 odd of them) would........ the non-australian grandkids, that is..... but she still tried to encourage me to get myself situated nicely in life and work hard -- however i was so young i never cared about those things and just wanted to kick it and chill a lot come what may........
in political matters, as mentioned, grandma loved Franco, Spain's dictator since the start of wwii when Spain was done with her civil war -- Franco died like a year before i was born and since then left wing socialists took over -- my grandma hated them and spat venom about how corrupt they were and insisted Felipe Gonzalez and friends should be locked up in prison....... she and others of her social economic standing were more inclined to vote for PP party which is more right wing..... incidentally, since taking spanish citizenship at age 19 i have been eligible to vote in national and local elections in spain.........
while i studied in madrid and kicked it at age 20 in 1996/97 -- i made it a sure habit to eat the day's main meal, eaten around 2pm, with grandma on fridays... i even mentioned it to my friends at the university and such like..... they laughed and thought it was funny a grandkid would enjoy seeing his grandma so much but i had already missed out on 20 years of it by then (almost) -- so no sense not taking advantage -- and we got along so well anyway -- perhaps subconsciously i remembered her visit when i was a little baby.....
on Fridays grandma and i would eat her sick food -- it was completely dope and phat -- which is to say, excellent -- what a great cook --- afterwards we'd play some spanish version of gin-rummy with a spanish deck for nickels or 5 cent pieces which in spain used to be called 'duros' or, a 'duro' (same word as 'hard') -- but this was before the Euro currency was introduced......
when the Euro was introduced i was resident in Paris and had effected my plan to live in France first formulated in 1996 at age 19....... it was obviously end of 2001 - start of 2002 when i found myself in Paris already a month and a half - give or take - when the Euro was introduced -- somehow we went from Franks one day to Euros the next -- by this time i had almost or already found an apartment in a very expensive part of Paris rented out by a Texan called Laura married to a French man with two attractive daughters, one moreso than the other..... Laura was also very sexy....... i have never seen such sexy looking women beyond age 30 or even 40 as in Paris, and this was when i was 25 and not much interested in women over 30 anyway.........
shortly after arriving in Paris i found work for a small language academy -- teaching at the biggest oil company in Europe, Total Fina Elf at their Paris headquarters which consisted of two large 'skyscraper' towers in a business district zone of Paris called 'La Defense'.... i also taught some other classes at Nestle's French Headquarters in the suburbs -- in fact, i was surprised after my high school history studies, in which i took great interest in the first two world wars, to see that i had to cross the Rhone or Rhine river to get to the Nestle cafeteria from the main building...... it was very narrow at this part of its trajectory.....
i also taught some english language classes at a real estate agent for a while and in the academy itself that mostly contracted me to a Le Monde film critic journalist and a film producer's PA and such like......
i have a great many recollections of my half year in Paris however i do not draw on them much -- i was able to learn a great deal by preparing myself before arriving and then trying hard while there to learn their language...... although it is still very difficult for me to understand spoken French -- i do very well at it with minorities and disadvantaged speakers and also speakers of French as a second language....... certainly i can speak more freely in French than can understand -- the same is true of Chinese which i later learnt to a very limited extent in China
at one point one of my students at the big oil company told me that if i lived at Porte Maillot (seen in the Harrison Ford movie, 'Frantic') that i must be rich (as it was a very rich area) - my rent was 500 euros a month in 2002 for a shoebox - but i certainly was not rich -- far from it as time i could have been spending driving a taxi and saving money in sydney before that i had spent watching tv making nothing........ i told this same student that i was not rich and that i thought australia was a backward country -- he told me that if i thought australia was backwards i should go to china
i took his advice -- i still think australia is backwards but now i can tell u exactly why
by this point, both in spain and later in france, i had not much interest in going to america where i would end up having to follow some american dildo's lead and look stupid just coz i didn't have a green card or u.s. citizenship........ even now it's common for americans to use aliens to make themselves look better....... in this respect i have no pity for america's current economic dilemma, eat shit arsehole, as they say..... by this point i had spent 3 months in america and at least i could say that virginians were quite decent people to say the very least
back in spain i hooked up with grandma again after the paris adventure........ this would be our last encounter as i would leave for australia and she would leave for the 'otro barrio' (the afterlife).......
all about my (grand)mother .. Part 2
As previously stated...the three year period i knew my only grandparent... Piedad..was scattered over the better part of a decade...hence the last time i had intercourse with her before her death i had just returned once again to spain after a sojourn of half a year in paris... Around mid 2002.. The idea to live in france first came to me as a 19 year old around andalucia where i chilled various months before moving to madrid to reside there again four years after my first experiences there as a 16 year old... The thing in my system to kick it in france never did bear fruition for almost 6 years
all about my (grand)mother
my grandmother was a trooper who hailed from a small town in Palencia, Spain, called 'eagle of the field'... She was a hardworking shopkeeper that raised five children and greatly valued a solid work ethic... She was also a great admirer of spain.s long serving right wing dictator Franco and the stability and law and order he delivered through republicanism and strong handed rule
..coincidentally my mother in law..from communist russia.. Also greatly admired authoritarian rule sans democratic liberals... Be it said that women from modern young democracies and democracies in general generally are merely lost gay men w. Vaginas wombs and bosoms that know not what to do w. Them and cannot be bothered to figure it out and prefer some slick tv shows and magazines show them...
Returning to my grandmother, Piedad, our acquaintanceship ran thru years 1992, 96.97 and later 2000 and 2001 and even a little contact in 2002 in spain... Altogether over a three year period scattered amongst above listed timeframes... My grandmother.s father or father in law was a smalltime banker that funded what would become a famous and successful local biscuit factory...
Upon first meeting my grandma at madrid.s airport at age 16 i couldnt speak spanish and couldnt understand her nor could she speak english but she was thrilled to meet me... I was blurry on the notion of extended family as i had known none to that point and had only lived in a very redneck kind of way in australia...now here was not only a new grandma but uncles...aunts..cousins and an entire new nation and culture whose varied blood ran in my veins...nurture would meet nurture...in 1992 my grandma was very nice to me and understanding of my linguistic deficits...she posed a marked contrast to the example of her son in law, my father, who had failed to teach me spanish at all effectively..at one point
even making a strange show of getting me to translate some difficult text shortly b4 my trip to spain when i had no entrance in the language and knew naught of language or grammar...
Although my grandma couldnt ram grammar down my throat..she was always patient and sweet to me and after a few months...thanks to the 2nd to none prodical abilities of 16 year olds to learn new languages...i was speaking and understanding spanish w. Great dexterity and had a solid base for greater mastery...
Truly, all parents should send their 16 y.o. Children to foreign speaking parts...even china...thanx to the great ability of this particular age w. Languages
..coincidentally my mother in law..from communist russia.. Also greatly admired authoritarian rule sans democratic liberals... Be it said that women from modern young democracies and democracies in general generally are merely lost gay men w. Vaginas wombs and bosoms that know not what to do w. Them and cannot be bothered to figure it out and prefer some slick tv shows and magazines show them...
Returning to my grandmother, Piedad, our acquaintanceship ran thru years 1992, 96.97 and later 2000 and 2001 and even a little contact in 2002 in spain... Altogether over a three year period scattered amongst above listed timeframes... My grandmother.s father or father in law was a smalltime banker that funded what would become a famous and successful local biscuit factory...
Upon first meeting my grandma at madrid.s airport at age 16 i couldnt speak spanish and couldnt understand her nor could she speak english but she was thrilled to meet me... I was blurry on the notion of extended family as i had known none to that point and had only lived in a very redneck kind of way in australia...now here was not only a new grandma but uncles...aunts..cousins and an entire new nation and culture whose varied blood ran in my veins...nurture would meet nurture...in 1992 my grandma was very nice to me and understanding of my linguistic deficits...she posed a marked contrast to the example of her son in law, my father, who had failed to teach me spanish at all effectively..at one point
even making a strange show of getting me to translate some difficult text shortly b4 my trip to spain when i had no entrance in the language and knew naught of language or grammar...
Although my grandma couldnt ram grammar down my throat..she was always patient and sweet to me and after a few months...thanks to the 2nd to none prodical abilities of 16 year olds to learn new languages...i was speaking and understanding spanish w. Great dexterity and had a solid base for greater mastery...
Truly, all parents should send their 16 y.o. Children to foreign speaking parts...even china...thanx to the great ability of this particular age w. Languages
Friday, February 25, 2011
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returning to the topic of Charlie Sheen, there's nothing worse than having a drug habit, being a slut and a cheater and people not recognizing your genius by grovelling to you and emptying their wallets in your face upon first sighting you....... poor Charlie Sheen, we know how it feels.....
moving on, Sarah Palin, no doubt if all the overweight Anglo-Australian women were able to vote for her while waiting in line at the supermarket, they would....... but that's no help for Palin unless she wishes to run for Prime Minister in Australia and champion free circumcisions for the working class Anglo masses...... (and Ashkenazi rights, no doubt)....... but truly, Palin has hit the backburner........ who will be able to overthrow the non-foreign Nation invading Obama? by merely refraining from invading other sovereign Nations, Obama has won the hearts and minds of the American public despite spending like crazy and never being visible.....
how can Palin 'come back' and be taken seriously? she'll need to do something quick to grab the public's attention whackily, we suggest a PR stunt involving a hot-air balloon and the groundhog that predicts the weather!
moving on, Sarah Palin, no doubt if all the overweight Anglo-Australian women were able to vote for her while waiting in line at the supermarket, they would....... but that's no help for Palin unless she wishes to run for Prime Minister in Australia and champion free circumcisions for the working class Anglo masses...... (and Ashkenazi rights, no doubt)....... but truly, Palin has hit the backburner........ who will be able to overthrow the non-foreign Nation invading Obama? by merely refraining from invading other sovereign Nations, Obama has won the hearts and minds of the American public despite spending like crazy and never being visible.....
how can Palin 'come back' and be taken seriously? she'll need to do something quick to grab the public's attention whackily, we suggest a PR stunt involving a hot-air balloon and the groundhog that predicts the weather!
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knoweth ye that using superglue and getting it all over one's fingers will invariably lead to problems..... haveth methylated spirits handy to un-entangle thou from this dire predicament...
moving on... have you ever casually gone to expel air from the anus, or fart, only to find you have crapped your pants? i had that unfortunate experience only a moment ago -- time to put the washing machine into action and take a quick shower...... curses! -- still, one must be happy if such an unfortunate event occurs within the home and not whilst out-and-about....
on Fox News recently, Geraldo made the impossible point that Charlie Sheen should be blessed by the Pope for beating numberless women up but that not exalting ashkenazi jews -- to the detriment of sephardic jews means Sheen should be pillaged and skewered and such...... clearly Geraldo, like so many Ashkenazi Jews is anti-Sephardic Jew........ we Sephardic jews protest this anti-Semitic behavior from the likes of Geraldo and the Ashkenazi Jews, who, like the Anglo-Australians, are naught but attention seekers, ever willing to promote their own sect in the name of Judaism -- to the detriment of we lesser known, and more noble, Sephardim Jews..... we wish Charlie Sheen well and hope he will be back in action soon making number one hits at the expense of his moral fibre and Soul and the detriment of the people around him (except casual fans wanting photos)
moving on... have you ever casually gone to expel air from the anus, or fart, only to find you have crapped your pants? i had that unfortunate experience only a moment ago -- time to put the washing machine into action and take a quick shower...... curses! -- still, one must be happy if such an unfortunate event occurs within the home and not whilst out-and-about....
on Fox News recently, Geraldo made the impossible point that Charlie Sheen should be blessed by the Pope for beating numberless women up but that not exalting ashkenazi jews -- to the detriment of sephardic jews means Sheen should be pillaged and skewered and such...... clearly Geraldo, like so many Ashkenazi Jews is anti-Sephardic Jew........ we Sephardic jews protest this anti-Semitic behavior from the likes of Geraldo and the Ashkenazi Jews, who, like the Anglo-Australians, are naught but attention seekers, ever willing to promote their own sect in the name of Judaism -- to the detriment of we lesser known, and more noble, Sephardim Jews..... we wish Charlie Sheen well and hope he will be back in action soon making number one hits at the expense of his moral fibre and Soul and the detriment of the people around him (except casual fans wanting photos)
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the pursuit of happiness is a strange thing.... mayhap happiness comes and happiness goes... death of a loved one, cancer, loss of arguses (ships) in business endeavours - leading to financial ruin....
truly though, Democracy is a great furtherance to equality in the pursuit of happiness amongst the various Nations and races of the Earth....
truly, a great many Souls dedicate themselves to a monk-like existence, and this is their happiness to avoid Sin and even relationships with others, and forego raising a family, and this constitutes their pursuit of happiness.... and mayhap, should u talk to one of these monks, they will tell you to avoid using the word 'I' as much as possible, if you seek greater mastery in human existence and affairs as it leads to unnecessary affirmation of the individual ego to the distraction of the group ego and the group effort.......
shortly, we will forego this good advice, and wickedly draw on 'I'.... but first....... know we that in this modern, brave new world, a blanket covers all society and this blanket is constituted of the achievements and accomplishments of modern civilization: television, the arts, theatre, 3-d cinema, plastics, oil, digital technology, automobiles, the production line, mcdonalds, modern medicine... the list goes on and on... so that only a few years or barely a few centuries after the English blazed a trail by ushering in the industrial age and the industrial revolution, most all societies of the world are somehow benefited by the greater and shared technologies.... and all folks are more or less free to forego these great advancements and sleep in a cave and avoid using washing machines -- however this may only be fun for a few weeks......
part of this society then lies in an uneven distribution of wealth as is inevitable and even the Russians with their tremendous strong wills could not enforce the even distribution of wealth without great detriment to themselves and the poor and horrified peoples around them...
hence we find it, to quoteth from the theme song of TV show, 'Different Strokes', that, 'you'll have yours, i'll have mine, and together we'll be fine, coz it takes different strokes to move the world (and it don't move to the beat of just one drum)'...
having stated all that, now we will affirm in the first person (which, as stated above, can often lead to a bloated and unworthily mistaken sense of self-worth)... (plural) that we were one time riding in our taxi last year as we are wont to do some 50 hours of the week, outside Sydney's most expensive and choicest hotel, when one Charlie Sheen was outside the premises, having his photo taken by various mere mortals.... Mr. Sheen was kind enough to the strangers to let them take his picture with them nicely, and the said driver, did not wish to intrude on the moment, content to watch, some 10 yards away, from the comfort, or smelly stickiness, of the vehicle's front seat.......
Mr Sheen, by the way, was recently, metaphorically speaking, whipped senseless like Adolf Hitler by Eva Braun before bedtime, by various Network Executives upset with his general naughtiness and stinky-bottom-ed-ness....
but we ask ourselves, what would have happened if said driver had quickly exited his cab, to ask Mr. Sheen for a quick photograph together......
cue eerie harp music and wavey screen image effect....
'hey i wanna get my picture taken too,' i say
'hey ok i can squeeze one more person in,' says mr. sheen, (pause), 'hey wait a minute, you smell like crap, i'm not gonna take a picture with you, go to hell....'
then imagine as i perform a jumping roundhouse kick on charlie sheen.... his body flies back in the air some 2 or 3 yards or so and then i perform a jumping double forward roll leap and land on mr. sheens chest -- there is a cut in the montage of this action at this stage that poignantly and amazingly shows me landing on his just, the i raise mr. sheens arm while he lays prone and snap one of his fingers as he screams and i say some witty, violent remark like in the movies, e.g., 'divide that digit by two!' --- the scene would go on for another minute like that with amazing cuts and montage until mr. sheen is shown crawling around looking for his teeth and i drive off laughing insanely..........
what if? i'm just saying...........
in other updates, gay homosexuals Trey Parker and Matt Stone are probably celebrating, as they lick eachother's arseholes out how by insulting Muslims everywhere they were able to get some innocent guy locked up for 25 years just because the FBI and cops believed in Santa Claus too much coz he has blonde hair
truly though, Democracy is a great furtherance to equality in the pursuit of happiness amongst the various Nations and races of the Earth....
truly, a great many Souls dedicate themselves to a monk-like existence, and this is their happiness to avoid Sin and even relationships with others, and forego raising a family, and this constitutes their pursuit of happiness.... and mayhap, should u talk to one of these monks, they will tell you to avoid using the word 'I' as much as possible, if you seek greater mastery in human existence and affairs as it leads to unnecessary affirmation of the individual ego to the distraction of the group ego and the group effort.......
shortly, we will forego this good advice, and wickedly draw on 'I'.... but first....... know we that in this modern, brave new world, a blanket covers all society and this blanket is constituted of the achievements and accomplishments of modern civilization: television, the arts, theatre, 3-d cinema, plastics, oil, digital technology, automobiles, the production line, mcdonalds, modern medicine... the list goes on and on... so that only a few years or barely a few centuries after the English blazed a trail by ushering in the industrial age and the industrial revolution, most all societies of the world are somehow benefited by the greater and shared technologies.... and all folks are more or less free to forego these great advancements and sleep in a cave and avoid using washing machines -- however this may only be fun for a few weeks......
part of this society then lies in an uneven distribution of wealth as is inevitable and even the Russians with their tremendous strong wills could not enforce the even distribution of wealth without great detriment to themselves and the poor and horrified peoples around them...
hence we find it, to quoteth from the theme song of TV show, 'Different Strokes', that, 'you'll have yours, i'll have mine, and together we'll be fine, coz it takes different strokes to move the world (and it don't move to the beat of just one drum)'...
having stated all that, now we will affirm in the first person (which, as stated above, can often lead to a bloated and unworthily mistaken sense of self-worth)... (plural) that we were one time riding in our taxi last year as we are wont to do some 50 hours of the week, outside Sydney's most expensive and choicest hotel, when one Charlie Sheen was outside the premises, having his photo taken by various mere mortals.... Mr. Sheen was kind enough to the strangers to let them take his picture with them nicely, and the said driver, did not wish to intrude on the moment, content to watch, some 10 yards away, from the comfort, or smelly stickiness, of the vehicle's front seat.......
Mr Sheen, by the way, was recently, metaphorically speaking, whipped senseless like Adolf Hitler by Eva Braun before bedtime, by various Network Executives upset with his general naughtiness and stinky-bottom-ed-ness....
but we ask ourselves, what would have happened if said driver had quickly exited his cab, to ask Mr. Sheen for a quick photograph together......
cue eerie harp music and wavey screen image effect....
'hey i wanna get my picture taken too,' i say
'hey ok i can squeeze one more person in,' says mr. sheen, (pause), 'hey wait a minute, you smell like crap, i'm not gonna take a picture with you, go to hell....'
then imagine as i perform a jumping roundhouse kick on charlie sheen.... his body flies back in the air some 2 or 3 yards or so and then i perform a jumping double forward roll leap and land on mr. sheens chest -- there is a cut in the montage of this action at this stage that poignantly and amazingly shows me landing on his just, the i raise mr. sheens arm while he lays prone and snap one of his fingers as he screams and i say some witty, violent remark like in the movies, e.g., 'divide that digit by two!' --- the scene would go on for another minute like that with amazing cuts and montage until mr. sheen is shown crawling around looking for his teeth and i drive off laughing insanely..........
what if? i'm just saying...........
in other updates, gay homosexuals Trey Parker and Matt Stone are probably celebrating, as they lick eachother's arseholes out how by insulting Muslims everywhere they were able to get some innocent guy locked up for 25 years just because the FBI and cops believed in Santa Claus too much coz he has blonde hair
Thursday, February 24, 2011
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at the White House, President Obama had invited John Stewart and Stephen Colbert for an informal luncheon, or 'cold kickin' it', as the occasional luncheons were informally called...... also present were Joint Chiefs of Staff, Hilary Clinton and the President's cabinet......
some people were gathered around in the middle of the Oval Office kicking a hacki-sack around -- Stewart was amongst them, as well as the President... Hilary Clinton walked around with corn chips and dips and another group with high-ranking military types were working on a new rendition of Ice T's 'Colors' song... someone else tried filming......
some low-level assistant tried mentioning the Middle-East but no-one paid much attention to them.
some people were gathered around in the middle of the Oval Office kicking a hacki-sack around -- Stewart was amongst them, as well as the President... Hilary Clinton walked around with corn chips and dips and another group with high-ranking military types were working on a new rendition of Ice T's 'Colors' song... someone else tried filming......
some low-level assistant tried mentioning the Middle-East but no-one paid much attention to them.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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the Queen of England appeared in a live, televised address to the Nation of the United Kingdom or Britain or just England... she obviously appeared to be distressed, as did the military, uniformed joint chiefs of staff standing behind her...
'my fellow Britons,' she commenced, in clipped, even tones, 'it is with great distress that i report the following message to you: it appears that unbeknownst to British authorities, the rest of the world has decided to carpet bomb England with the end of obliterating all English life from the United Kingdom... all of England will be bombed, starting tomorrow, unceasingly, by a coalition of Russian, Chinese, African, Israeli and French forces.' The Queen paused here for a swallow and a soothing sip of water, her hands trembled fearfully... 'it appears our friends and allies, the Americans, are trying their best to safeguard our tenuous future, but at the moment they have only been able to assure us that from this moment onward, Kentucky Fried Chicken will be available at half price indefinitely.'
A great many Britons listening to her as the Nation stopped to take stock of her speech notably enlivened themselves at that utterance, half price KFC, now that's not bad at all...
'... however, dear friends, it appears that even America cannot help us now, and that all of England, excepting the city of Coventry, which has already been quarantined and is now in the hands of the Nation's military, will be ruthlessly and unceasingly bombed, beginning at this time tomorrow. We beg that you put the people's interest first and do not resort to panic or looting of any kind. Simply put, the rest of the world have decided that we Britons are a terribly annoying lot of snotty-nosed spotty bastards. Wales, Northern Island and Scotland will not be bombed, however, travel to those locations will not be possible as the borders are closed there, and the airports too have been closed pending further notice. Those Britons with boats may try their best to escape while it is still possible. That is all for now, goodbye.'
'my fellow Britons,' she commenced, in clipped, even tones, 'it is with great distress that i report the following message to you: it appears that unbeknownst to British authorities, the rest of the world has decided to carpet bomb England with the end of obliterating all English life from the United Kingdom... all of England will be bombed, starting tomorrow, unceasingly, by a coalition of Russian, Chinese, African, Israeli and French forces.' The Queen paused here for a swallow and a soothing sip of water, her hands trembled fearfully... 'it appears our friends and allies, the Americans, are trying their best to safeguard our tenuous future, but at the moment they have only been able to assure us that from this moment onward, Kentucky Fried Chicken will be available at half price indefinitely.'
A great many Britons listening to her as the Nation stopped to take stock of her speech notably enlivened themselves at that utterance, half price KFC, now that's not bad at all...
'... however, dear friends, it appears that even America cannot help us now, and that all of England, excepting the city of Coventry, which has already been quarantined and is now in the hands of the Nation's military, will be ruthlessly and unceasingly bombed, beginning at this time tomorrow. We beg that you put the people's interest first and do not resort to panic or looting of any kind. Simply put, the rest of the world have decided that we Britons are a terribly annoying lot of snotty-nosed spotty bastards. Wales, Northern Island and Scotland will not be bombed, however, travel to those locations will not be possible as the borders are closed there, and the airports too have been closed pending further notice. Those Britons with boats may try their best to escape while it is still possible. That is all for now, goodbye.'
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'dude we're in cambodia, wake up' said mozart to beethoven with his voice to text translator on and shaking the sleeping beethoven who was deaf and couldnt hear him...
'wow, 21st century cambodia,' observed beethoven as he shook off his dreams and the morning sun over the indian ocean forced him to squint...
'its totally sick man... I cannot wait to lob off some rocket propelled grenades with you... See the welcome i got organized for you?' asked mozart as he indicated row upon row of prostrate and grovelling natives banked on either side of the runway as the jet landed
'wow,' said beethoven
'for real,' responded mozart... They all agreed to do it for a sack of rice each....soon the world population will easily reach 8 billion folks and things aren't at all set up to cater for them... You know what that means, dont you Ludwig?'
'starvation and malnutrition coupled with food rioting and instability?'
'and just u see what happens if people's drinking water gets scarce... Anyway, grab ur guns and lets go have some fun, hurrah!' said Mozart.
And Beethoven grabbed his guns and echoed the sentiment, 'hurrah'.
'wow, 21st century cambodia,' observed beethoven as he shook off his dreams and the morning sun over the indian ocean forced him to squint...
'its totally sick man... I cannot wait to lob off some rocket propelled grenades with you... See the welcome i got organized for you?' asked mozart as he indicated row upon row of prostrate and grovelling natives banked on either side of the runway as the jet landed
'wow,' said beethoven
'for real,' responded mozart... They all agreed to do it for a sack of rice each....soon the world population will easily reach 8 billion folks and things aren't at all set up to cater for them... You know what that means, dont you Ludwig?'
'starvation and malnutrition coupled with food rioting and instability?'
'and just u see what happens if people's drinking water gets scarce... Anyway, grab ur guns and lets go have some fun, hurrah!' said Mozart.
And Beethoven grabbed his guns and echoed the sentiment, 'hurrah'.
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between songs.. There was no telling what Morrison-O'Reilly might bloviate or soap box about... He had to be careful not to upset the Law though, regardless of free speech amendment coz he was also a freaky musician and not yet Napoleon and given to flouting the Law with regard to illegal intoxicant usage... Some blabbering lead to an onstage arrest in New Haven....
After Gloria and some other songs, it was time to shoot the breeze... There was no telling what he'd come with...maybe talk of grasshoppers or screaming butterflies
'so a lot of u people must be really focused on ur koreas, right?' - maybe he was talking to koreans in the audience... Or career minded people... It didnt make any sense
After Gloria and some other songs, it was time to shoot the breeze... There was no telling what he'd come with...maybe talk of grasshoppers or screaming butterflies
'so a lot of u people must be really focused on ur koreas, right?' - maybe he was talking to koreans in the audience... Or career minded people... It didnt make any sense
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
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A few songs into their set the Doors play roadhouse blues and Morrison-O'Reilly gets to talking to the audience cozily... He mentions astrology...
'you're a sagitarian virgo'... Called out a pretty young lady in the audience...
'that's right baby, i am a virgo-sagitarian... The most philosophical of all the star signs... But i dont believe in it...' said Morrison-O'Reilly, showing off in front of the crowd... Happy to be the centre of attention..
'i dont either,' agreed the smitten female fan...
'i think its a bunch of bullshit myself, but i tell u this man, i wanna get my kicks in before the whole shithouse goes up in flames...'
the audience showed mad love and the Doors continued... Performing a musically flawless rendition of Gloria... A charming smut love song which was recorded for posterity and played all over the world including Lithuania many times after that night...
'you're a sagitarian virgo'... Called out a pretty young lady in the audience...
'that's right baby, i am a virgo-sagitarian... The most philosophical of all the star signs... But i dont believe in it...' said Morrison-O'Reilly, showing off in front of the crowd... Happy to be the centre of attention..
'i dont either,' agreed the smitten female fan...
'i think its a bunch of bullshit myself, but i tell u this man, i wanna get my kicks in before the whole shithouse goes up in flames...'
the audience showed mad love and the Doors continued... Performing a musically flawless rendition of Gloria... A charming smut love song which was recorded for posterity and played all over the world including Lithuania many times after that night...
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the four Doors took drove up from san obispo where the scene with the apple pulp happened recently on up to san francisco in the mystery van..
An interesting fact about Doors concerts, if nothing else, were the sheer volume of uniformed police in attendence, often in a viscereal relationship w. Morrison-O'Reilly, alternatively shadowing him..sometimes almost protecting him from rioting and stage rushing that he incited...once, not long ago in New Haven he was arrested for trash talking the police while on stage... Furthermore.. The staggering amounts of illicit substances that the singer, not to mention the other Doors, consumed made the police suspicious in general...
'what are we gonna do about tackleberry?' asked Densmore...
Lately everyn concert was like the final scene
of the Blues Brothers movie with cops everywhere...
'i heard the police commissioner is here and he's a huge REM fan...' said Krieger...
'what else does he like?' asked Densmore...
'Jethro Tull,' came the answer...
The house announcer anounced the group to cheers from the jocular audience in the mood for music... Morrison-O'Reilly, still tripping wildly on 50 times the normal Huxley-like prescription of LSD, walks towards the stage and is surrounded by a phalanx of cops like a secret service detail...
The drummer starts riffing on the drums... The guitar and musical keyboards... The concert has begun
An interesting fact about Doors concerts, if nothing else, were the sheer volume of uniformed police in attendence, often in a viscereal relationship w. Morrison-O'Reilly, alternatively shadowing him..sometimes almost protecting him from rioting and stage rushing that he incited...once, not long ago in New Haven he was arrested for trash talking the police while on stage... Furthermore.. The staggering amounts of illicit substances that the singer, not to mention the other Doors, consumed made the police suspicious in general...
'what are we gonna do about tackleberry?' asked Densmore...
Lately everyn concert was like the final scene
of the Blues Brothers movie with cops everywhere...
'i heard the police commissioner is here and he's a huge REM fan...' said Krieger...
'what else does he like?' asked Densmore...
'Jethro Tull,' came the answer...
The house announcer anounced the group to cheers from the jocular audience in the mood for music... Morrison-O'Reilly, still tripping wildly on 50 times the normal Huxley-like prescription of LSD, walks towards the stage and is surrounded by a phalanx of cops like a secret service detail...
The drummer starts riffing on the drums... The guitar and musical keyboards... The concert has begun
Monday, February 21, 2011
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more-on the bigotry of CNN
as previously stated in this blog... there has arisen since 9/11 -- an interesting phenomenon -- that of CNN -- at least in its non U.S. version -- championing any number of bigots of England (e.g., Anglo-Australians) for some strange reason...
CNN has chosen to juxtapose genocider and genocide victims by placing anglo-Australians along with an Aboriginal Australian along with a pastiche of current and former British Empire States such as representatives from Hong Kong and so forth....
Why CNN comes with this distasteful pastiche of bigots is hard to understand -- what is easy to understand is that CNN is trying to produce some kind of picture of LIBERAL bigot...... CNN struggles vainly for a veneer of liberality by very un-liberally choosing TOKEN racial representatives of British culture (again, why the fixation with Britain?) -- witness CNN's choice of Brits of non-anglo racial stock -- it's so apparently obvious these choices, this line-up, while struggling to appear LIBERAL and therefore NON-Racist -- is in fact, the opposite: just a pathetic example of token liberal racism puting token liberal racist values above quality...
this is why CNN is puerile trash.
CNN cannot be trusted and any individual is better off with the Taliban. An example of this is the English, under the mask of being British (ie., conjoined with the Scottish) -- deal with Libya's leader to free a terrorist for the sake of an oil deal to the consternation of the victims' families. The English cannot be trusted, generally speaking, as although an occasional English man or woman may come across as pleasant, generally they are only interested in oil and are devious, Machiavellian, deeply delusional (witness their 'majestic', 'royal' family), given to unceasingly misrepresenting the Truth (witness Darwin and Darwinism) and unscrupulous (not to mention manipulative)... this also applies to mentally ill English masquerading as something else -- such as New Zealanders and Australian English masquerading as not being English.
The English must not be trusted under any circumstances, history will damn them as a spineless, unscrupulous race that believed in nothing and had not a jot of moral fibre.
America's many murky relationships with the English is due solely to the shared language along with the laziness and ineptitude of Americans to learn other languages... perhaps coupled with a shared sense of stupidity and shared bigotry - perhaps, again, due to a shared linguistic culture... elsewise the Americans would have long ago engaged the Russians meaningfully -- something they have never succeeded in doing apart from a shared space program.
as previously stated in this blog... there has arisen since 9/11 -- an interesting phenomenon -- that of CNN -- at least in its non U.S. version -- championing any number of bigots of England (e.g., Anglo-Australians) for some strange reason...
CNN has chosen to juxtapose genocider and genocide victims by placing anglo-Australians along with an Aboriginal Australian along with a pastiche of current and former British Empire States such as representatives from Hong Kong and so forth....
Why CNN comes with this distasteful pastiche of bigots is hard to understand -- what is easy to understand is that CNN is trying to produce some kind of picture of LIBERAL bigot...... CNN struggles vainly for a veneer of liberality by very un-liberally choosing TOKEN racial representatives of British culture (again, why the fixation with Britain?) -- witness CNN's choice of Brits of non-anglo racial stock -- it's so apparently obvious these choices, this line-up, while struggling to appear LIBERAL and therefore NON-Racist -- is in fact, the opposite: just a pathetic example of token liberal racism puting token liberal racist values above quality...
this is why CNN is puerile trash.
CNN cannot be trusted and any individual is better off with the Taliban. An example of this is the English, under the mask of being British (ie., conjoined with the Scottish) -- deal with Libya's leader to free a terrorist for the sake of an oil deal to the consternation of the victims' families. The English cannot be trusted, generally speaking, as although an occasional English man or woman may come across as pleasant, generally they are only interested in oil and are devious, Machiavellian, deeply delusional (witness their 'majestic', 'royal' family), given to unceasingly misrepresenting the Truth (witness Darwin and Darwinism) and unscrupulous (not to mention manipulative)... this also applies to mentally ill English masquerading as something else -- such as New Zealanders and Australian English masquerading as not being English.
The English must not be trusted under any circumstances, history will damn them as a spineless, unscrupulous race that believed in nothing and had not a jot of moral fibre.
America's many murky relationships with the English is due solely to the shared language along with the laziness and ineptitude of Americans to learn other languages... perhaps coupled with a shared sense of stupidity and shared bigotry - perhaps, again, due to a shared linguistic culture... elsewise the Americans would have long ago engaged the Russians meaningfully -- something they have never succeeded in doing apart from a shared space program.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
mumble mumble
the 'Friends' title music plays, followed by the 2 second long - interval music - that punctuates different scenes of a sitcom plays.... thereafter the first scene plays out:
Glen Beck-Manzarek walks into the studio 1 -- 1-walled apartment to cheers and whoops from a pre-recorded studio audience:
'Jim!?, Jim O'Reilly-Morrison, are you here,' some twittering and super-brief giggling from the laugh-track follows.
Glen Beck-Manzarek finds O'Reilly-Morrison hanging from the windowsill outside only by his hands to support him... his body stretching down below...
the canned-laughter audience giggles some more as Beck-Manzarek helps O'Reilly-Morrison back onto dry land...
'Jim, one day if you keep on doing that you could end up getting urself killed, you know? that's a 5 storey fall to the street below down there, good grief!'
'hey i just swallowed 50 hits of LSD man, it's a miracle i'm alive anyway,' responded O'Reilly-Morrison.
canned laughter follows...
the two proceed to the kitchen to drink coffee and make more small-talk which is occasionally punctuated by odious canned laughter...
'Morrison, says Beck-Manzarek, 'some sheila came by this morning saying you knocked her up, she said she either wants money for an abortion or for you to raise the child.'
[more canned laughter follows along with a voice from out the window calling out to Morrison to face up to the impregnated situation]
Morrison-O'Reilly cracks open a beer, 'wow those walls are just the most amazing colors man, wow... so beautiful.... hey what was that? sure, just grab some money from the cookie jar and throw it down to her, it's not like the government should be paying for that.'
Beck-Manzarek grabs some money from the cookie jar and tosses it out the window to the pregnant lady...
'is that ok?' asks Beck-Manzarek out the window to the pregnant comer below...
more canned laughter
'oh and here, throw her this jar of apple-pulp in case she decides to have the kid,' says Morrison-O'Reilly tossing over a small jar of apple-pulp.
more canned laughter....
Manzarek-Beck drops the jar of apple pulp out the window whereon a breaking sound ensues...
more canned laughter....
'that was for the kid in case you decide to have it.... but it's all broken now, nevermind...'
more canned laughter....
'so what's the plan for tonite?' asked Morrison-O'Reilly, tying a Rambo-like bandanna around his forehead.
slight twittering sounds, not even a real canned laugh from the canned-laughter machine
'Jefferson Airplane is gonna headline for us in Frisco, real late.'
'Awesome,' responded Morrison-O'Reilly, 'frickin' Grace Slick, goddam' radical left-wing hippy pinhead.'
more canned laughter....
next Bobby Krieger comes thru the door....
pre-recorded sound track plays more excited studio audience whooping sounds....
'man am i stoned?' says Krieger as he approaches the fridge for a beer, 'i cannot believe how stoned i am...'
'wanna play see if you can eat more LSD than me in an hour?' asks Morrison-O'Reilly.
'no way man, are you insane?' asks Krieger horrified...
more canned laughter...
Glen Beck-Manzarek walks into the studio 1 -- 1-walled apartment to cheers and whoops from a pre-recorded studio audience:
'Jim!?, Jim O'Reilly-Morrison, are you here,' some twittering and super-brief giggling from the laugh-track follows.
Glen Beck-Manzarek finds O'Reilly-Morrison hanging from the windowsill outside only by his hands to support him... his body stretching down below...
the canned-laughter audience giggles some more as Beck-Manzarek helps O'Reilly-Morrison back onto dry land...
'Jim, one day if you keep on doing that you could end up getting urself killed, you know? that's a 5 storey fall to the street below down there, good grief!'
'hey i just swallowed 50 hits of LSD man, it's a miracle i'm alive anyway,' responded O'Reilly-Morrison.
canned laughter follows...
the two proceed to the kitchen to drink coffee and make more small-talk which is occasionally punctuated by odious canned laughter...
'Morrison, says Beck-Manzarek, 'some sheila came by this morning saying you knocked her up, she said she either wants money for an abortion or for you to raise the child.'
[more canned laughter follows along with a voice from out the window calling out to Morrison to face up to the impregnated situation]
Morrison-O'Reilly cracks open a beer, 'wow those walls are just the most amazing colors man, wow... so beautiful.... hey what was that? sure, just grab some money from the cookie jar and throw it down to her, it's not like the government should be paying for that.'
Beck-Manzarek grabs some money from the cookie jar and tosses it out the window to the pregnant lady...
'is that ok?' asks Beck-Manzarek out the window to the pregnant comer below...
more canned laughter
'oh and here, throw her this jar of apple-pulp in case she decides to have the kid,' says Morrison-O'Reilly tossing over a small jar of apple-pulp.
more canned laughter....
Manzarek-Beck drops the jar of apple pulp out the window whereon a breaking sound ensues...
more canned laughter....
'that was for the kid in case you decide to have it.... but it's all broken now, nevermind...'
more canned laughter....
'so what's the plan for tonite?' asked Morrison-O'Reilly, tying a Rambo-like bandanna around his forehead.
slight twittering sounds, not even a real canned laugh from the canned-laughter machine
'Jefferson Airplane is gonna headline for us in Frisco, real late.'
'Awesome,' responded Morrison-O'Reilly, 'frickin' Grace Slick, goddam' radical left-wing hippy pinhead.'
more canned laughter....
next Bobby Krieger comes thru the door....
pre-recorded sound track plays more excited studio audience whooping sounds....
'man am i stoned?' says Krieger as he approaches the fridge for a beer, 'i cannot believe how stoned i am...'
'wanna play see if you can eat more LSD than me in an hour?' asks Morrison-O'Reilly.
'no way man, are you insane?' asks Krieger horrified...
more canned laughter...
less mumble, more expressivity
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=la0rGwMBLVI
on the most recent O'Reilly Factor it was notable that an excerpt was shown of a famous television actor from a very successful situation comedy called 'Friends' -- the actor appeared on some or other cable tv channel (probably) to finger O'Reilly as a 'megalomaniac'....
the event in this instance stimulates some thought maybe......... first of all, 'Friends' the situation comedy, was such a success in the 1990s -- and thereafter, that it really is in the ranks of Oprah, Coca-Cola, Nike and such for brand-name recognizability, revenue produced, and so forth........ i can easily recall in the 1990s, that last decade of normal weather i think it is fair to call it, at least a small amount of friends in my home city of Sydney, Australia, cherish watching the tv show 'Friends' on a regular basis........
even more surprised was i, after spending half a year in nyc, including at some point, still being a person wholly disinterested in Fox News Channel, literally bumping up against a background window which in those days, early 2005, constituted the backdrop of Fox News Channel's morning tv show -- which had its studio facing out on some Manhattan area like Rockefeller Plaza.... comers and goers could simply stop at the Fox News Channel's and appear in the background of their shots by standing at the window outside......
anyway, not to digress....it was after that half year sojourn in nyc that i returned to whence i had come or came...... communist china..... feeling disillusioned with the West and America and so forth...... upon returning to china, after spending a few days in Hong Kong, i took a long flight to the very north-western most part of China which shares a border with the former USSR's Tajikistan as well as the unconquered Afghanistan............ but despite Tajikistan's tough Russian overlord regime, and Xinjiang's tough Communist Chinese overlord regime.... and Afghanistan's occupation of American forces, still the three countries could triangulate across these borders and bear up fruits of differing kinds of relationships, which is to say that the borders here were by no means closed.... and this little world is just one of infinite nexi (or nexuses?) in our diverse planet.......
not to digress at all now, this friend, in Xinjiang, a Muslim area that, like Afghanistan, was once its own Nation, but which, unlike Afghanistan, was occupied during Mao-ist China in the 1950s.... this friend surprised me, upon reacquainting myself with him, and visiting him after my, if nothing else, pleasant half year sojourn in NYC by demonstrating his ernest admiration and pleasure in, like the afore-mentioned Sydney-siders, watching that ever so successful TV show, 'Friends' -- which i never hated with the intensity i hated 'sex in the city' (or 'city sex').... and which actually i cannot now recall ever having hated (the TV show 'Friends', that is) - although it is certainly possible....... this friend in Xinjiang, Rahman, someone from a purely Moslem culture, who had rejected Islam and religion in general, was a great lover, like many others, of the TV show 'Friends'..... this is worthy of note, if only because there may be a great many societies and cultures that we have been poisoned mentally about, e.g., the ephemeral 'Muslim' world..... which in turn, actually love a great many 'western' or 'American' things.........
continuing in my geriatric and senile way of communicating...... it was only a little before afore-mentioned half year soujourn in NYC -- the only one of my life, in fact -- that i found myself living in the very lap of luxury -- perhaps in what Rosencrantz and Guldenstern once described to Hamlet as 'fortune's privates' (that strumpet, she) -- [to be perfectly verbose] --- at this juncture, hence, in which fortune seemed not only to smile at me, but indeed to engirdle me in her questionable loins, being that i found myself living in great comfort and ease in a luxury resort in an artificial and wonderfully oasis like pueblito in good old communist china -- during this sojourn -- i recall my first recollection of afore-mentioned Fox News... it was watching a Michael Moore documentary, in which, amongst a pastiche of documentary including snippets of mainstream media, there appeared a Fox News segment breaker -- that is, a 2 second long booming crashing thunderous cacophoney, typical of Fox News' bombastic style -- featuring a computer-graphic produced fighter jet streaming across the screen -- Fox News never meant this as a joke, any more than a bombing victim plans to be burnt and disfigured for life, however, when i first saw this part of Moore's documentary, Fahrenheit 911, i definitely recall crunching my abdominal muscles, while lying in the lazy, prone, on one's back position, and cackling fiendishly and involuntarily - or better said, unexpectedly......
why would one laugh at such bombastic music and computer generated jets and the title 'War on Terror'? when it was not meant in jest? --- because it was naive...... this was at a time, too, when Americans were not made aware, by the mainstream media, that their government was spying on them and seriously encroaching on unfair search and seizure guarantees of their Constitution, and furthermore, it probably took some kind of Pulitzer winning journalists at the NY Times to put this simple one and one together........ it was laughable, after all
finally, to come full circle, back to the O'Reilly Factor, Muslims and dog food... canned dog food, to be precise... if you have ever seen a canned dog-food commercial - you wouldn't be surprised at promises made to provide proteins and iron -- but what if you got a spoon and tried some? i have certainly done it with canned cat food and it is not delicious, do not try it! -- but anyway, should u only try one spoonful of canned dog food, you might not get the parts with the iron and proteins in it- - so to be sure you get what u r promised, you should eat the entire can --- it is the same way with O'Reilly Factor, despite (but really, because of) being a representation of his neck of the woods -- on the macro and micro level -- O'Reilly does not hesitate to prescribe thoroughly carpet bombing 'the Enemy' -- hardly the Shinto monk in deep contemplation at the deep and wondrous beauty of the floating lotus flower.... you might get some irons and proteins if you eat the canned dog food that is the O'Reilly Factor, however O'Reilly altogether has a propensity to generalize about the Moslem world and would do better to appreciate what are referred to as the nuances and subtleties, in this case, of the Moslem world..... some of which have already been alluded to above......
on the most recent O'Reilly Factor it was notable that an excerpt was shown of a famous television actor from a very successful situation comedy called 'Friends' -- the actor appeared on some or other cable tv channel (probably) to finger O'Reilly as a 'megalomaniac'....
the event in this instance stimulates some thought maybe......... first of all, 'Friends' the situation comedy, was such a success in the 1990s -- and thereafter, that it really is in the ranks of Oprah, Coca-Cola, Nike and such for brand-name recognizability, revenue produced, and so forth........ i can easily recall in the 1990s, that last decade of normal weather i think it is fair to call it, at least a small amount of friends in my home city of Sydney, Australia, cherish watching the tv show 'Friends' on a regular basis........
even more surprised was i, after spending half a year in nyc, including at some point, still being a person wholly disinterested in Fox News Channel, literally bumping up against a background window which in those days, early 2005, constituted the backdrop of Fox News Channel's morning tv show -- which had its studio facing out on some Manhattan area like Rockefeller Plaza.... comers and goers could simply stop at the Fox News Channel's and appear in the background of their shots by standing at the window outside......
anyway, not to digress....it was after that half year sojourn in nyc that i returned to whence i had come or came...... communist china..... feeling disillusioned with the West and America and so forth...... upon returning to china, after spending a few days in Hong Kong, i took a long flight to the very north-western most part of China which shares a border with the former USSR's Tajikistan as well as the unconquered Afghanistan............ but despite Tajikistan's tough Russian overlord regime, and Xinjiang's tough Communist Chinese overlord regime.... and Afghanistan's occupation of American forces, still the three countries could triangulate across these borders and bear up fruits of differing kinds of relationships, which is to say that the borders here were by no means closed.... and this little world is just one of infinite nexi (or nexuses?) in our diverse planet.......
not to digress at all now, this friend, in Xinjiang, a Muslim area that, like Afghanistan, was once its own Nation, but which, unlike Afghanistan, was occupied during Mao-ist China in the 1950s.... this friend surprised me, upon reacquainting myself with him, and visiting him after my, if nothing else, pleasant half year sojourn in NYC by demonstrating his ernest admiration and pleasure in, like the afore-mentioned Sydney-siders, watching that ever so successful TV show, 'Friends' -- which i never hated with the intensity i hated 'sex in the city' (or 'city sex').... and which actually i cannot now recall ever having hated (the TV show 'Friends', that is) - although it is certainly possible....... this friend in Xinjiang, Rahman, someone from a purely Moslem culture, who had rejected Islam and religion in general, was a great lover, like many others, of the TV show 'Friends'..... this is worthy of note, if only because there may be a great many societies and cultures that we have been poisoned mentally about, e.g., the ephemeral 'Muslim' world..... which in turn, actually love a great many 'western' or 'American' things.........
continuing in my geriatric and senile way of communicating...... it was only a little before afore-mentioned half year soujourn in NYC -- the only one of my life, in fact -- that i found myself living in the very lap of luxury -- perhaps in what Rosencrantz and Guldenstern once described to Hamlet as 'fortune's privates' (that strumpet, she) -- [to be perfectly verbose] --- at this juncture, hence, in which fortune seemed not only to smile at me, but indeed to engirdle me in her questionable loins, being that i found myself living in great comfort and ease in a luxury resort in an artificial and wonderfully oasis like pueblito in good old communist china -- during this sojourn -- i recall my first recollection of afore-mentioned Fox News... it was watching a Michael Moore documentary, in which, amongst a pastiche of documentary including snippets of mainstream media, there appeared a Fox News segment breaker -- that is, a 2 second long booming crashing thunderous cacophoney, typical of Fox News' bombastic style -- featuring a computer-graphic produced fighter jet streaming across the screen -- Fox News never meant this as a joke, any more than a bombing victim plans to be burnt and disfigured for life, however, when i first saw this part of Moore's documentary, Fahrenheit 911, i definitely recall crunching my abdominal muscles, while lying in the lazy, prone, on one's back position, and cackling fiendishly and involuntarily - or better said, unexpectedly......
why would one laugh at such bombastic music and computer generated jets and the title 'War on Terror'? when it was not meant in jest? --- because it was naive...... this was at a time, too, when Americans were not made aware, by the mainstream media, that their government was spying on them and seriously encroaching on unfair search and seizure guarantees of their Constitution, and furthermore, it probably took some kind of Pulitzer winning journalists at the NY Times to put this simple one and one together........ it was laughable, after all
finally, to come full circle, back to the O'Reilly Factor, Muslims and dog food... canned dog food, to be precise... if you have ever seen a canned dog-food commercial - you wouldn't be surprised at promises made to provide proteins and iron -- but what if you got a spoon and tried some? i have certainly done it with canned cat food and it is not delicious, do not try it! -- but anyway, should u only try one spoonful of canned dog food, you might not get the parts with the iron and proteins in it- - so to be sure you get what u r promised, you should eat the entire can --- it is the same way with O'Reilly Factor, despite (but really, because of) being a representation of his neck of the woods -- on the macro and micro level -- O'Reilly does not hesitate to prescribe thoroughly carpet bombing 'the Enemy' -- hardly the Shinto monk in deep contemplation at the deep and wondrous beauty of the floating lotus flower.... you might get some irons and proteins if you eat the canned dog food that is the O'Reilly Factor, however O'Reilly altogether has a propensity to generalize about the Moslem world and would do better to appreciate what are referred to as the nuances and subtleties, in this case, of the Moslem world..... some of which have already been alluded to above......
Friday, February 18, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
mumble mumble
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFajNghHNdg
you may be familiar w/ a pop culture soonge called 57 channels and nothing on...did u know that one hamburger munching folk were watching sophisticatedly diversified cable tv channels literally decades before the rest of the world who were presumably deprived of this plethora of televisual feasts but still had the bbc and north korean military marches to watch in the 80s...but no cable tv w/ 57 channels .. unlike the aforementioned hamburger munching critters... but even w/ all that freedom and variety of information...say u were to fix on just one of the available 57 channels and suppose that it were a news channel w. some foxy news anchors...
what avenue would u have if u wanted to program ur tv to create a 100 minute long comedy featuring said foxy news anchorwomen on a ladies nite out on the town that turns out to be a deliteful and inadvertant romp at a lesbian bar when the sheilas actually meant to drink somewhere straighter.... impossible...u say...that's one you'll just have to leave to ur imagination....perhaps... But in the near future...that daydream will be a reality thanks to advanced software that permits viewers to pre-program any tv characters into any mix of easily programable, variable and flexible scenarios thanks to ever greater computer processing power and advanced cgi rendering..imagine a future where ppl balk at the politicians and public figures on their screens and program them into movies that hybridize vampire with adventure skateboarding genres
you may be familiar w/ a pop culture soonge called 57 channels and nothing on...did u know that one hamburger munching folk were watching sophisticatedly diversified cable tv channels literally decades before the rest of the world who were presumably deprived of this plethora of televisual feasts but still had the bbc and north korean military marches to watch in the 80s...but no cable tv w/ 57 channels .. unlike the aforementioned hamburger munching critters... but even w/ all that freedom and variety of information...say u were to fix on just one of the available 57 channels and suppose that it were a news channel w. some foxy news anchors...
what avenue would u have if u wanted to program ur tv to create a 100 minute long comedy featuring said foxy news anchorwomen on a ladies nite out on the town that turns out to be a deliteful and inadvertant romp at a lesbian bar when the sheilas actually meant to drink somewhere straighter.... impossible...u say...that's one you'll just have to leave to ur imagination....perhaps... But in the near future...that daydream will be a reality thanks to advanced software that permits viewers to pre-program any tv characters into any mix of easily programable, variable and flexible scenarios thanks to ever greater computer processing power and advanced cgi rendering..imagine a future where ppl balk at the politicians and public figures on their screens and program them into movies that hybridize vampire with adventure skateboarding genres
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
mumble mumble
as the final non democratic areas of the world, and therefore the more interesting places: the middle East and China succumbed to hyper inflation and high costs of food brought about by general planetary over-population... it became clear that China would lose its Soul and funka-delic nature and become another stodgy boring democracy like the idiot scum of England......... hence Nietzsche's vision of the long-enduring last man before the Superman being a blinking idiot incapable of leading nor following, a mere bumbler: was left to pursue happiness.... but what is the happiness of a moron?
see the previous blog, this epidemic, of fat women dry humping men from behind as a means to weight-loss and pursuit of happiness, was penned 'bon courage' - after the French expression meaning 'good courage' -- having another stupid thing named after the Frenchies was another feather in their cap along with soufle and french fries.... but mankind looked like blundering idiots standing around getting dry-humped from behind by obese women as they blinked and said: 'we are all democratic and shit, we have created happiness!' -- thus spoke Nietzsche's last man...
see the previous blog, this epidemic, of fat women dry humping men from behind as a means to weight-loss and pursuit of happiness, was penned 'bon courage' - after the French expression meaning 'good courage' -- having another stupid thing named after the Frenchies was another feather in their cap along with soufle and french fries.... but mankind looked like blundering idiots standing around getting dry-humped from behind by obese women as they blinked and said: 'we are all democratic and shit, we have created happiness!' -- thus spoke Nietzsche's last man...
Monday, February 14, 2011
mumble mumble
the next ocurrence in this ridiculous blog is as follows:
the mainstream media is gripped by an amazing phenomenon, it wasn't the collapse of autocratic regimes in the middle east, but started with an isolated event, later, copycat versions were perpetrated of the event and finally, the public embraced the event as a weight-loss/exercise phenomenon..... to wit: in an isolated incident, a man was handcuffed to a railing by a very large, over 50 year old woman, and dry humped from behind for three hours non stop........ the victim, a man in his 20s, was terribly shaken emotionally by the event, but none the worse for wear physically, as the woman had used no extraneous objects in her dry-humping....... the event made big headlines and was later repeated again and again until finally, somehow embraced the event and started a new exercise fad like Tai-bo........... that is how it came to be that fat women all over the world in their 50s were encouraged to lose weight.... by dry-humping men in their 20s or 30s or 40s or most any age, from behind for three hours non-stop --- without the use of sex toys of any kind.........
the mainstream media is gripped by an amazing phenomenon, it wasn't the collapse of autocratic regimes in the middle east, but started with an isolated event, later, copycat versions were perpetrated of the event and finally, the public embraced the event as a weight-loss/exercise phenomenon..... to wit: in an isolated incident, a man was handcuffed to a railing by a very large, over 50 year old woman, and dry humped from behind for three hours non stop........ the victim, a man in his 20s, was terribly shaken emotionally by the event, but none the worse for wear physically, as the woman had used no extraneous objects in her dry-humping....... the event made big headlines and was later repeated again and again until finally, somehow embraced the event and started a new exercise fad like Tai-bo........... that is how it came to be that fat women all over the world in their 50s were encouraged to lose weight.... by dry-humping men in their 20s or 30s or 40s or most any age, from behind for three hours non-stop --- without the use of sex toys of any kind.........
Friday, February 11, 2011
mumble mumble
Peewee Herman finished explaining the intricacies of Jedis and Siths -- Brickell continued watching the movie in the back seat, the bouncing basketball that had flown around the world hadn't smashed the rear windscreen - nor had any noise perturbed her...... later in the story it would come out that the evil witch-King's only weak point was music by Crash Test Dummies, hearing this music would immediately render him weaker than Superman in a kryptonite bath.
'yeah i can relate to that,' said the re-constituted-after-a-massive-snuffing-out-of-the-wicked-Souls-of-all-of-his-kind many eons ago right here on Earth...
'right?' agreed Herman, 'Jedis good guys, Siths bad guys - you all made those big bad statues on Easter Island you said.'
'yes, that's right, my race did that... what i don't understand is how i came back to have existence again -- i thought the light of my evil Soul was smothered once and for all and i had ceased to exist on every plane --- until yesterday...'
'well now that you're alive again, what do u want to do?' asked Herman.
'you said that the city by the desert, Los Angeles? that the people there didn't understand your genius and didn't shower you with accolades and grovelling worship,'
'a-hah, yeah,' agreed Herman.
'well i want to practice out some new tricks, let's go there, i think i can destroy it all in 10 minutes,' said the wicked Lemurian witch-King of Mu-mu land.
'destroy all of LA? but why?' asked Herman.
'why not? it would be a bad thing to do, and bad is good.'
'ok, but you have to let me call my auntie Clarissa there before you pulverize the entire city, i want to tell her what a dumb bitch she has been since day one,' responded Herman.
'it's a deal,' said the evil witch King.
'yeah i can relate to that,' said the re-constituted-after-a-massive-snuffing-out-of-the-wicked-Souls-of-all-of-his-kind many eons ago right here on Earth...
'right?' agreed Herman, 'Jedis good guys, Siths bad guys - you all made those big bad statues on Easter Island you said.'
'yes, that's right, my race did that... what i don't understand is how i came back to have existence again -- i thought the light of my evil Soul was smothered once and for all and i had ceased to exist on every plane --- until yesterday...'
'well now that you're alive again, what do u want to do?' asked Herman.
'you said that the city by the desert, Los Angeles? that the people there didn't understand your genius and didn't shower you with accolades and grovelling worship,'
'a-hah, yeah,' agreed Herman.
'well i want to practice out some new tricks, let's go there, i think i can destroy it all in 10 minutes,' said the wicked Lemurian witch-King of Mu-mu land.
'destroy all of LA? but why?' asked Herman.
'why not? it would be a bad thing to do, and bad is good.'
'ok, but you have to let me call my auntie Clarissa there before you pulverize the entire city, i want to tell her what a dumb bitch she has been since day one,' responded Herman.
'it's a deal,' said the evil witch King.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
mumble mumble
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJO5HU_7_1w
when Napolitano and her crack squad of ICE raiders came to... they found they were handcuffed to wooden chairs bolted to the floor....
on the wall opposite them was a mural typical of mexican culture, the large words, 'la raza' dominated on the mural along with primarily black catholic looking motifs, skulls and diabolic pictures and such....
when Napolitano and her crack squad of ICE raiders came to... they found they were handcuffed to wooden chairs bolted to the floor....
on the wall opposite them was a mural typical of mexican culture, the large words, 'la raza' dominated on the mural along with primarily black catholic looking motifs, skulls and diabolic pictures and such....
mumble mumble
Rodriguez, Vazquez and 'el guapo' make their espace from the compound/factory raided by ICE and make an orderly retreat towards a safer arrangement....... although none of the three were nazis or neo-nazis nor identified in any way with nazism, despite perhaps sporting black and red colors -- the three were impressed with the talents of the famous nazi general, Rohm or Rommel,'the desert fox'.... his ability and talents interested them as they ran their business along the mexican/american border in the southwest where the land was flat, arid, desert plains, similar to what Rohm had to work with in northern Africa where he waged various successful campaigns...
after regrouping, the trio of Mexican devils planned an excellent plan and before long had captured Napolitano and her team of ICE raiders and imprisoned them in an isolated, hidden and unknown quarter....
therein they proceeded to interrogate them....
after regrouping, the trio of Mexican devils planned an excellent plan and before long had captured Napolitano and her team of ICE raiders and imprisoned them in an isolated, hidden and unknown quarter....
therein they proceeded to interrogate them....
Monday, February 7, 2011
mumble mumble
likeable shithead Glenn Beck from Fox News returns home most days to 86 Cram Street to flick a switch on a specially installed only-for-him side entrance that will randomly open the 'Heaven' door or else the 'Hell' door --- either door leads to a vestibule which must be crossed in order to let Beck into his home......
the Heaven room played Carpenters music on repeat, had plush carpet and pictures of tea-party sponsor and discrete mega-wealthy person: David H. Koch (and Sarah Palin), Beck's male and female deities.... the Hell room had burning coals and pointed thick pins for flooring, soundtracks of screams and insidious accusatory voices hissing: 'murderer!' and 'fraudster!' like some kind of crazy Macbeth play..... the (evil) deity represented here was George Soros......
Executives at News Corp wondered how much longer they could beat the dead horse of Beck popularity until Beck inevitably suffered a break-down and would be put into a home for the mentally ill.....
the Heaven room played Carpenters music on repeat, had plush carpet and pictures of tea-party sponsor and discrete mega-wealthy person: David H. Koch (and Sarah Palin), Beck's male and female deities.... the Hell room had burning coals and pointed thick pins for flooring, soundtracks of screams and insidious accusatory voices hissing: 'murderer!' and 'fraudster!' like some kind of crazy Macbeth play..... the (evil) deity represented here was George Soros......
Executives at News Corp wondered how much longer they could beat the dead horse of Beck popularity until Beck inevitably suffered a break-down and would be put into a home for the mentally ill.....
Friday, February 4, 2011
mumble mumble
Beethoven got shitty about flying around with only Mozart for company and all the talk about building a financial empire as investment bankers and the lack of good movies....
'so how did u make money on that fight if it ended in the 6th round by homicide,' he asked.
'i bet the first five rounds would end without a winner.'
'so you own the jet now?'
'i'm fully loaded now homey,' confirmed Mozart.
'well look man,' said Beethoven, 'i'm bored shitless, where's the party at?'
'cambodia,' said Mozart, 'we're gonna go there, shoot some ak-47s and rocket propelled grenades for pocket change and get some ladies,' answered mozart..... 'now hit this tequila with me...'
* * *
in the Peewee Herman scenario, the evil witch-King from ancient Lemuria had usurped an Oregonian's suiciding earthly coil and found Eddie Brickell and Peewee Herman and a stolen car and usurped the two with grandiose stories about reality tv shows and big contracts, masquerading as a Hollywood producer, the three rolled down a highway in California... supposedly on the way to a shoot, but the Lemurian witch-King was adapting to his new reality and looking to re-realize his past evil-jedi powers....
Brickell lay in the back seat and watched the classic Hollywood movie with Bettie Davis and Marilyn Munroe: All about Eve -- with headphones on, oblivious to all else....
'so you're like an sith Lord, an evil Jedi?' asked Peewee Herman to the witch-King.
the witch-King in the body of the Oregonian pulled over and said to Herman,
'take the bag out of the trunk...'
Herman did as he was asked, in the trunk was a black bag with the word Wilson on it and a basketball inside it...
'take out the ball,' said the witch-King.
Herman did so.
'throw it up in the air,' said the witch-King.
the witch-King was experimenting something about his old evil jedi powers... as the ball reached it's point of maximum upward thrust -- the point of inertia -- and reached that point in its trajectory where it was no longer rising, nor falling, the witch-King sought to overwhelm its physics with his evil-jedi powers -- ostensibly he waved his hand at the ball
the ball flew far far far away to the horizon -- Herman was flabbergasted -- eventually, after a moment, the ball came from the exact opposite side of the horizon, presumably as if it had revolved around the Earth in a mere half minute.... it came flying at an amazing speed and hit the rear window of the car, below which, Brickell lay watching her movie, amazingly, the basketball hit the window and didn't smash it to pieces, but merely bounced harmfully off it...
* * *
'so what is this 'evil jedi-sith Lord' that you speak of,' asked the Oregonian to Peewee Herman as the two started off again in the stolen car with Brickell in the back seat oblivious to it all immersed in her movie....
'so how did u make money on that fight if it ended in the 6th round by homicide,' he asked.
'i bet the first five rounds would end without a winner.'
'so you own the jet now?'
'i'm fully loaded now homey,' confirmed Mozart.
'well look man,' said Beethoven, 'i'm bored shitless, where's the party at?'
'cambodia,' said Mozart, 'we're gonna go there, shoot some ak-47s and rocket propelled grenades for pocket change and get some ladies,' answered mozart..... 'now hit this tequila with me...'
* * *
in the Peewee Herman scenario, the evil witch-King from ancient Lemuria had usurped an Oregonian's suiciding earthly coil and found Eddie Brickell and Peewee Herman and a stolen car and usurped the two with grandiose stories about reality tv shows and big contracts, masquerading as a Hollywood producer, the three rolled down a highway in California... supposedly on the way to a shoot, but the Lemurian witch-King was adapting to his new reality and looking to re-realize his past evil-jedi powers....
Brickell lay in the back seat and watched the classic Hollywood movie with Bettie Davis and Marilyn Munroe: All about Eve -- with headphones on, oblivious to all else....
'so you're like an sith Lord, an evil Jedi?' asked Peewee Herman to the witch-King.
the witch-King in the body of the Oregonian pulled over and said to Herman,
'take the bag out of the trunk...'
Herman did as he was asked, in the trunk was a black bag with the word Wilson on it and a basketball inside it...
'take out the ball,' said the witch-King.
Herman did so.
'throw it up in the air,' said the witch-King.
the witch-King was experimenting something about his old evil jedi powers... as the ball reached it's point of maximum upward thrust -- the point of inertia -- and reached that point in its trajectory where it was no longer rising, nor falling, the witch-King sought to overwhelm its physics with his evil-jedi powers -- ostensibly he waved his hand at the ball
the ball flew far far far away to the horizon -- Herman was flabbergasted -- eventually, after a moment, the ball came from the exact opposite side of the horizon, presumably as if it had revolved around the Earth in a mere half minute.... it came flying at an amazing speed and hit the rear window of the car, below which, Brickell lay watching her movie, amazingly, the basketball hit the window and didn't smash it to pieces, but merely bounced harmfully off it...
* * *
'so what is this 'evil jedi-sith Lord' that you speak of,' asked the Oregonian to Peewee Herman as the two started off again in the stolen car with Brickell in the back seat oblivious to it all immersed in her movie....
Thursday, February 3, 2011
mumble mumble
from a different quarter on the Rodriguez drug cartel lot sat Vazquez and 'el guapo' both of whom were important Lieutanents in the Mexican drug cartel run by Monterey native Rodriguez....
'chinga tu madre primo, ahi estan los Federales, nos vamos primo, nos vamos!' (holy effing cow homey, the Feds are here, let's get out of here) ... said Vazquez as he surveyed the intrusion from the ICE agents onto the factory floor from a closed circuit video monitor...
'si guey, nos vamos!' (yes guey, let's go) responded 'el guapo'.
'chinga tu madre primo, ahi estan los Federales, nos vamos primo, nos vamos!' (holy effing cow homey, the Feds are here, let's get out of here) ... said Vazquez as he surveyed the intrusion from the ICE agents onto the factory floor from a closed circuit video monitor...
'si guey, nos vamos!' (yes guey, let's go) responded 'el guapo'.
mumble mumble
tear gas flew and some nice strong-prinicipled montage shots followed as Napolitano, Jim Carey and the other bonehead ICE agents dressed undercover as dirty illegal Mexicans brandish weapons and force the factory workers to lie on the floor.......
''onde esta el guapo?' (where is the 'el guapo') asked Napolitano puffing on her cigar as she pointed a gun a some poor mexican's head as he lay on his stomach and she trod on his crunching fingers...
'quien es el guapo?' (who is the 'el guapo'?) responded the victim of the moment....
'senor garbano,' called Napolitano's character to Carey character (senor Garbano)....
'si,' said Carey....
'ponte el guante, procede con el plan b,' said Napolitano's character puffing on a cigar.... (put a glove on, proceed with plan b)
''onde esta el guapo?' (where is the 'el guapo') asked Napolitano puffing on her cigar as she pointed a gun a some poor mexican's head as he lay on his stomach and she trod on his crunching fingers...
'quien es el guapo?' (who is the 'el guapo'?) responded the victim of the moment....
'senor garbano,' called Napolitano's character to Carey character (senor Garbano)....
'si,' said Carey....
'ponte el guante, procede con el plan b,' said Napolitano's character puffing on a cigar.... (put a glove on, proceed with plan b)
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
mumble mumble
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvZyGp-LG4I
80s glam-rockers KISS created one of the greatest rock and roll songs of all time in:
'God gave rock'n'roll to you'.............
it was perfect background music for the scene that unfolded on the Rodriguez lot... Rodriguez was the fictional character from the script --- a dirty nasty illegal alien from Mexico running prostitution and crystal meth rackets and all kinds of illegal firearms and whatnot.... Jim Carey, a token black guy and a bunch of nouveau Hollywood ratpack - for this movie resurrected the now dead and buried glamour and chique of the Hollywood ratpack tradition --- and of course, a real life politician, Napolitano, in the tradition of politics meets Hollywood -- following in the footsteps of Reagan, Schwarzeneggar and Ron Paul in the movie with the guy in the Leonardo painting from the Chilli Peppers playing a gay Austrian -- Napolitano reprised her first major 'acting' role ---
'uno...dos...' the sweat rolled down Napolitano's forehead as she stood with her back against the door of the van and nodded at Jim Carey and the rest of the motley crew of ICE immigration agents dressed as scummy down-and-out illegal wetback Mexicans...
'tres!' cried the team in unison....
the van doors burst open and they spilled out onto a factory floor brandishing their weapons....
'al suelo! al suelo! todos al suelo !hijos de puta!' (to the floor - to the floor, everyone to the floor!)
80s glam-rockers KISS created one of the greatest rock and roll songs of all time in:
'God gave rock'n'roll to you'.............
it was perfect background music for the scene that unfolded on the Rodriguez lot... Rodriguez was the fictional character from the script --- a dirty nasty illegal alien from Mexico running prostitution and crystal meth rackets and all kinds of illegal firearms and whatnot.... Jim Carey, a token black guy and a bunch of nouveau Hollywood ratpack - for this movie resurrected the now dead and buried glamour and chique of the Hollywood ratpack tradition --- and of course, a real life politician, Napolitano, in the tradition of politics meets Hollywood -- following in the footsteps of Reagan, Schwarzeneggar and Ron Paul in the movie with the guy in the Leonardo painting from the Chilli Peppers playing a gay Austrian -- Napolitano reprised her first major 'acting' role ---
'uno...dos...' the sweat rolled down Napolitano's forehead as she stood with her back against the door of the van and nodded at Jim Carey and the rest of the motley crew of ICE immigration agents dressed as scummy down-and-out illegal wetback Mexicans...
'tres!' cried the team in unison....
the van doors burst open and they spilled out onto a factory floor brandishing their weapons....
'al suelo! al suelo! todos al suelo !hijos de puta!' (to the floor - to the floor, everyone to the floor!)
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
mumble mumble
after the dramatic encounter, Mozart fixed some shots and recommended Beethoven watch a movie with him, 'Hot tub time machine'....
'i figured it would be a good one since you've been a time traveller for a few weeks now....' said Mozart
'couldn't hurt you either then,' responded Beethoven as it was clear with the jet place and Adidas track pants and gold chains that Mozart was hundreds of years in advance of his epoch.......
so the movie was poignantly relevant to the two of them.... when Beethoven realized one of the character's was called Jacob he began getting confused....
'Mozart, i'm starting to get confused old boy, you see recently, i was visited by a young man called Jacob, just before you had me locked up in the garage with the rats... his name was Jacob and he was trying to give me a pep talk for the Rhianna fight... he played me some music by Brit group prodigy -- it was just before i lost my hearing...'
'I see old buy, how devilishly fascinating,' responded Mozart -- the two of them in fact had reverted to English of English upper middle classes -- with such inflections of speech and such....
* * *
as Mozart and Beethoven watched the movie, Mozart laughing often and Beethoven boggling at the double advent of Jacobs in his life recently....... american department of homeland security chief, Janet Napolitano sat in the back of a van and looked at her team of undercover agents, all of them were dressed incognito as illegal Mexican aliens in a sting attempt to infiltrate underworld figure from Mexico, Senor Rodriguez and his cartel of drug running criminal Mexican aliens....
Napolitano removed a cigar from her dirty face... her hair and clothes a dirty, greasy mess of wetback Catholic scum,
'estamos, ninos?' (we ready, boys?) asked Napolitano in Mexican spanish as their van pulled up to Rodriguez's cartel quarters...
'vamos a cagar en este puto Rodriguez y sus putas madres!' said Napolitano as she brandished a hidden glock and locked and loaded it... (we're gonna shit on this son of a bitch Rodriguez and his scummy lot!)
'De acuerdo' responded Napolitano's team (ok!)
'i figured it would be a good one since you've been a time traveller for a few weeks now....' said Mozart
'couldn't hurt you either then,' responded Beethoven as it was clear with the jet place and Adidas track pants and gold chains that Mozart was hundreds of years in advance of his epoch.......
so the movie was poignantly relevant to the two of them.... when Beethoven realized one of the character's was called Jacob he began getting confused....
'Mozart, i'm starting to get confused old boy, you see recently, i was visited by a young man called Jacob, just before you had me locked up in the garage with the rats... his name was Jacob and he was trying to give me a pep talk for the Rhianna fight... he played me some music by Brit group prodigy -- it was just before i lost my hearing...'
'I see old buy, how devilishly fascinating,' responded Mozart -- the two of them in fact had reverted to English of English upper middle classes -- with such inflections of speech and such....
* * *
as Mozart and Beethoven watched the movie, Mozart laughing often and Beethoven boggling at the double advent of Jacobs in his life recently....... american department of homeland security chief, Janet Napolitano sat in the back of a van and looked at her team of undercover agents, all of them were dressed incognito as illegal Mexican aliens in a sting attempt to infiltrate underworld figure from Mexico, Senor Rodriguez and his cartel of drug running criminal Mexican aliens....
Napolitano removed a cigar from her dirty face... her hair and clothes a dirty, greasy mess of wetback Catholic scum,
'estamos, ninos?' (we ready, boys?) asked Napolitano in Mexican spanish as their van pulled up to Rodriguez's cartel quarters...
'vamos a cagar en este puto Rodriguez y sus putas madres!' said Napolitano as she brandished a hidden glock and locked and loaded it... (we're gonna shit on this son of a bitch Rodriguez and his scummy lot!)
'De acuerdo' responded Napolitano's team (ok!)
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