comparing charlie sheen to the leg of a stoo.l

comparing charlie sheen to the leg of a stool - we find that the leg of a stool doesn't make noise and can be left in a corner of a room and will not get up and walk away and make noise -- the leg of a stool can be used as a hammer, as a weapon to threaten or inflict pain, as a pool cue, to stun an animal before killing/flaying/gutting/cooking and eating it

the leg of a stool, if left alone is useful as it provides support for the stool which is useful for sitting on......

charlie sheen is rarely useful.... this is not to say that charlie sheen should become embittered and depressed at his relative uselessness to society... he should not mope and then contemplate suicide with the leg of a stool or become a fanatical jihadist and suicide by killing a score or more of people at the same time....... no.... it is not too late for charlie sheen to pick up his ping-pong bat and engage in ping-pong diplomacy -- which is to say, there must be something charlie sheen could be useful for...... personally, a few episodes of two and a half men isn't good enough.....

the truth is charlie sheen is less useful than the leg of a stool

stool 1, sheen zero

clarification of charlie sheen's brand of stupidity

like the gnat - sheen is hardly even annoying: innocuous..... a fly annoys -- but the gnat is almost beautiful in its insignificant annoyance.... listening to what charlie sheen has to say is like getting the underwear of one of those obese people who are so fat they haven't been able to leave through their bedroom door for over a decade and need a forklift to remove them after their wall has been knocked down -- like getting one of those (REALLY) fat people's underwear (that has not been changed in over 6 weeks) -- and believe me friends, once i did try not changing underwear for this period of time - i kid u not - i know you believe me - and i never showered during this period - only swam in swimming pools: it wasn't pretty - it smelled RANCID).... listening to what charlie sheen has to say, indeed, putting $200 into his silly-putty pockets to listen to what this cock-wald has to say is akin to waking up every morning for a month and rubbing your face with the colossally giant underwear of aforementioned fat person after over 6 weeks of not changing underwear --- as if it were a hot towellete like the ones the chinese lady on the airplane gives you before your shitty meal:

why would you do it??

and another thing

if u ever watch that movie, the breakfast club, you see emilio estevez sheen's character, the wrestler tapes some weak kids buns together, coz he is weak -- that weak kid was charlie sheen -- becoz he is a stupid weak arse........ what has seven dumb days in it and charlie sheen in all of them? answer: a dumb weak charlie sheen week........ charlie sheen is an insignificant gnat that you piss on when you miss the toilet bowl and you curse coz you messed up the situation, not even realizing there was a miniscule, insignificant gnat that got pissed on in the hubbub......... that insignificant pissed on gnat is charlie sheen..... huzzah!

human stupidity

well my last post was the 471st (one of my favorite numbers: 471 and also 1147 ... beautiful numbers, prime numbers if i am not mistaken) published on 4/9/11 ...... 911 is in infamous number now -- also a prime by the looks of it -- along with infamous 7/7 and 3/11 which the media relished in trumpeting like some kind of prime number serial killing spree along with the ever so famous 9/11

however, this is not a time to talk of serial killing but to talk of general human stupidity -- previously we touched on how humans were exquisitely adept at collaborating and co-operating..... truly, the human race is very masterful on this level: just behold the things humans can collaborate on, willing a team effort, as it were, not only in america, a nation famous for its teamwork -- but really anywhere, since the beginning of time....... for tall buildings and engineering and agriculture cannot sprout and flourish without co-operation and social order amongst the societal elements......... clearly order is something innate to the human experience

but how is it the people remain so stupid? the human pursues comfort and then art .... the human enjoys comfort for living and art for his or her own personal entertainment: hence movie stars, hiphop rappers, sigfried and roy with their tigers, even the congenital idiot charlie sheen........

even with real gems left them across space and time, for the centuries and even millenia, by the likes of mozart and shakespeare... geniuses of such a high level as to be reckoned 'vrai' Gods amongst the plebians........ and with the lesser Genius of the Christina Aguileras of this world... still it seems that the people remain mired in stupidity

unable to master matter with his mind, man is left, like a sophisticated cavemen, unable to even penetrate the shell of the coconut to reach the tasty milk within, man is left locked into a simple world of material/sense fascination and the pursuit of moronic intellectual/emotional/sexual pursuits........... hence we have the moron -- the comfortable moron...... unable to master intuition, astral travel, absent healing, clairvoyance... all of his psychic faculties atrophied and unused.... and men left behind, a laughing-stock going to his stand-up comedy shoes and drinking his drinks and talking his talks.......... a happy and proud cavemen who has figured out how to smash the coconut and eat the white meat within.....

LOWER and lower

well, it seems i also wanted to ramble about how stupid people were: how they seemed to be doing a great job everywhere at collaborating on various projects -- but how stupid their projects (eg., BERN particle accelerator) were (including TV) ........

however, the Benji is loathe to go on with it - hence he will leave you with this exhortation to continue mounting your wives -- as a Lion mounts the tired and out-run Wilderbeast on the African plane.....

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yawn -- starting to feel like impotent old T.S. Elliot writing his dumb poetry........ just read an article about Charlie Sheen and his dumb new york show.......... is Charlie Sheen a dumb bitch? i don't mean that metaphorically, but literally.... does Charlie Sheen have a womb and the rest of the package and is he only a man by way of cross-dressing?

it's time to learn some spanish (of spain).... i shit on = me cago ......... his whore of a mama = su puta madre............. me cago en su puta madre = i shit on his whore of a mama........

yawn .... i was going to write some dumb dribble about a guy who is suspected of being the jewish messiah, over the years, by various jews in Israel who secretly send delegations out to him -- starting from his infancy -- but keep it all hush hush amongst themselves --- it was really going to be a very funny diatribe...... but i just couldn't be bothered -- less and less passion for the old blog.......

my beethoven/mozart plot line was going to be injected with a sexy stock trader called Courtney, but again......... just losing the will to keep the blog alive.... barely a 'ploopsie' left in me........

divorce anyone?

more nonsense

70s english rock group Uriah Heep's 'jew-lie mourning' can be seen and heard at this address:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Tz66OrF30I&feature=related

now what i want to do with my blog is recount some experiences in sedona arizona and jerusalem which play in my mind from years ago in different times in my comings and goings.......

a journalist woman on the tv recently was talking about how she was being shot at when was pregnant and i will start my ramblings on that note.....

in the summer of 2006 i rode into Sedona arizona and my car was stolen from me by my fellow transients........ i found myself on public parkland carless and stranded and more or less broke in a new facet of the space time continuum and endless universe of places right here on Earth....... (no need to go anywhere else friends, believe me)......

seeing that my car was stolen -- the first thing to do was blame someone -- i got some water from a couple of americans and then took a broad shot at them from the starboard side of my spanish galleon:

'stupid americans! stole my goddam car! f*cking americans!'

'don't blame me man, i didn't steal your car!' replied the guy who was only helping me by sharing some of his own water with me....

so you see how easy it is to blame an entire race/nation or group for whatever??? that's certainly what a great many germans did to the jews during world war ii (complicitly or otherwise) -- kind of like CNN promoting anglo-saxon bigotry in australia........ but friend, are you seriously going to go to Flanders and walk up and down the only street with gay people wearing a sign around your neck in Flemish saying: 'friend, give me a jolly good rollicking good show downstairs if you know what i mean' -- and your pants down to boot ------------- and then go and blame all of the Europeans or the Flemish or Belgians for being gay rapists? it doesn't make sense!

in the same way, i see my water-dispensing american friend had quartered my galleon and proven his point -- i couldn't just go blaming all of my problems on america..... it was time to change my mind and come up with a new paradigm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iohsN-85ZK0

so the thing to do was report my car stolen to the cops and get on with my (penniless) life.... the first sign of civilization was the compound next door for liberal left wing millionaires -- i found a quarter with occupants and knocked on the door -- three baby-boomer era hippies invited me to seat myself amongst their quartz crystals and skull decorations....... before blurting my sob story i would have to play along with them

'won't you read this for us?' they asked me

they gave me some new-age hippy arse text-prayer-resolution whatever for millionaire left-wing hippies with nothing better to do .... i just figured to play along and not mess up the positive energy in the room

'i am mother Earth,' i read from the text, 'bla bla bla bla bla' the text went on until a mention of 'my' (mother Earth's) 'womb'

at this point, one of the three middle-aged clowns there checks me on me having a 'womb' -- obviously it was just what the text said and what they asked me to read -- that's an amusing and ludicrous situation right there............

so u see, despite saying i had a womb, i never did, unlike the woman on tv who was gestating while being shot at in Israel........

now on to some recollections of my Israeli long-weekend ......... this would mostly only be of interest to the very elderly -- as no-one shot at me.......... although there were a great many machine guns, uzis, helicopters and such as we will soon see......... starting the short journey into jewdom at an international airport in Paris, i found the El-Al (Israeli airline) security people serious about security -- at one point a jewish guy even menaced me with a body-cavity search (read sticking a gloved finger up my arse) -- he even put the plastic glove on .......... the menace never materialized -- and perhaps that's as good a proof of any that the writer is, in contra-distinction to stephen colbert, jimmy fallon and russell crowe, a heterosexual...... apart from this unpleasant reality -- i found the El-Al jews likeable -- they were genuinely curious about me, i could see that, but they would be about most any casual tourist to Israel in those days (april 2002) as a very harsh 'intifada' was in effect at the time.....

there's nothing like sitting on a jet plane full of jews playing Kleshma [sic whatever] music..... obviously not for you if you're a fan of al-Qaeda but otherwise potentially quite amusing -- just the music alone..... some jew sitting next to me had to fit the jewish stereo-type by limiting his conversation to how much i got my ticket for - just to make sure he got a better deal...........

arriving in Jerusalem -- what strikes you is that security is done ad-hoc and on the spot by cells that are connected more like the various combs in honeycomb than by a top-down structure like in Soviet Russia...... so you can be interrogated by one security person -- who will have no relations or dealings with the next party to scrutinize you........

finally you get out of the airport and you are struck by all the pretty and sexy young jewish women sporting army fatigues and machine guns -- it is definitely a pretty hot look and if you are a fan of the jewish ladies (again, not necessarily for you if you're making an al-Qaeda promotional video right now)

now you are free in Jerusalem to come and go as you please -- there's no line diving non-Israeli Arab citizens from the jews so it's time to ride on a bus and wait for some suicide bomber in a trench coat to get on at the next stop....... good times! check out your jewish neighbours on the bus -- where did they all come from? no telling... russia - poland -- eastern europe? morroco ? who knows??? they're from all over the place -- you cannot even blame them all for something anymore than you can blame my water-dispensing american friend for my car getting stolen just because the thieves were his compatriots........ what's for sure is that that girl looking neurotic as hell on the bus behind you -- at least her neurosis has an explanation (see the note about the suicide bomber above)......... so if you're crazy friend, suffering from severe neurosis or schizophrenia or what not -- by all means -- go to Israel --- as the gravedigger in Hamlet said, 'they're all crazy there' -- 'your madness will go unnoticed'....

next stop, Wailing Wall....... the idea is to sound as near as possible to anglo-aussie cricket supporters who don't realize they are actually english and make odd noises while watching long and boring test cricket in the summertime......... strange gurgling odd noises -- reminding you of the retarded croon in your mind of some prehistoric and forgotten-by-time bird in the retarded continent of australia.......... this is all praying mind you -- time to stick a note in the wailing wall -- rub a towel against your head and make aussie test cricket audience noises...... great stuff........... you have to love those sidelocks though......

now talk a walk through the old-city --- somewhere around here must have been where the apostles of Jesus met for the Last Supper, right? all the confused Christian tourists with the information about Jesus (not a jew, not born in Bethlehem, not killed by the jews who stoned people to death) -- this is a good time to note that Nietzsche was wrong about Jesus on a great many factual levels - eg., he bought into the Cleric/post-Jesus era Priesthood doctrine of Jesus actually physically expiring on the Cross (it didn't happen).... but this has become one of the central tenets of Priest manipulated Christian dogma -- it's funny that humans would let themselves be bamboozled with such indifference -- even in today's scientific age -- probably the this truth isn't available or appealing to people uninterested in it.......... what seems more factual and more interesting than Nietzsche's mistaken take on Jesus, was his take on Paul.......

it's unclear what Jerusalem was like in the time of Paul and Jesus.... but certainly the old-city breathes history and is well-worth a visit if you can make it ......... you might sit with an old Palestinian and sip tea with him calmly -- don't buy the Christian right wing American purchase that the Palestinian Arabs are all boogeymen -- remember my stolen car in Sedona -- just coz you're American doesn't mean ur responsible for that car getting stolen because the thieves were American -- you need a reality check buddy! too much talking not enough listening boy!

take a walk around Jerusalem's old city and discovering hidden walk-ways and alley-ways leading to obscure Jewish Yeshiva's with Jews standing guard like Egyptian porters in ancient Egypt bearing small but effective Uzis that can tear you apart in a moment.....

make contact with a Yeshiva and put on your Yamaha -- kick it for a while with your jewish buddies (unless you're from Al-Qaeda although who knows - maybe we'll get a jew or two in an Al-Qaeda video if they can stay relevant and represent more than some irrational fear embodied by the lie told to a generation about a 'boogeyman')........... watch out when you try to get bread with yeast past the hot jewish security girls -- these zealots - maybe coz of something Moses told the jews or something, hundreds of years ago, are definitely anti-yeast in your bread --- jewish women and their food.......... don't let these zealot bitches push you around though -- if you don't want to circumcise your willy in the name of David and want yeast in your bread then let them eat shit! - but just avoid suicide bombing anyone -- it's generally a pretty rude and barbaric thing to do, you know.....

time for a shower -- i found some guesthouse with some nice old jewish lady from nyc -- she had some kind of professional career in her day like a doctor or something -- reminded me of my mother, calling me benny all the time......... from the bathroom i can see the golden dome....... the muslims chanting there make a nice sound from that angle -- but some of the jews i talked to weren't so inclined as to that opinion ......... towelling off i hear a pop -- nothing -- like a suggestion of bubble-gum exploding on a pretty bold american girl's face........... recalling a guy in madrid talking about how insignificant and minuscule something could be -- by ripping the corner off a piece of paper and saying that's how small and insignificant something was -- that's how small that popping sound was -- like a little corner of paper -- but it turned out later it was a suicide bombing.........

if you walk around the old-city of Jerusalem you can find Arabs that follow the news and violence with the passion a European shows for soccer -- the same really, to be fair, can be said of a great many of the jews there.... even granting that the jews there are more educated and urbane and civilized in many respects..........

whole place looks like a violent movie on steroids when they are in lockdown intifada mode...........