Rahm Emanuel’s New Police Chief Sucking up to Blacks- blames 2nd amendment, The Man, Sarah Palin for Crime in Chicago

 Government-sponsored racism? In Chicago? Wait, wasn’t Chicago one of those  places where they were going to get rid of the police test because it was automatically deemed ‘racist’ because blacks weren’t passing it? This video, can you say P A N D E R I N G?

When crack hos walk the street, and there’s a gun on everyone you meet, who do we blame?  WHITEY!

When the children can’t read, and more and more mouths to feed,who do we blame?  WHITEY!

When people worry about their seat, and they catch the scent of defeat, who do they attack?  WHITEY!

“The NRA does not like me and I’m OK with that. We’ve got to get the gun debate back to center with the recognition of who’s paying the price for the gun manufacturers being rich and living in gated communities.”

 One of these days, peeps, we’re going to have to talk about what being a political pimp is. We’re heard of poverty pimps, program pimps (think the do-nothing-give-us-your-cash-bitches type stuff and squirrely ACORNish stuff) but then there is just straight up, boot-licking, corn-syrup coated 976-HOTT, rile up the underclasses bullcrappity, like this douche.

He’s using his ‘I’m-on-your-side,we-hate-the-same-people-look-I-ripped-on-palin-i-hate-rich-white-people-even-though-i-probably-am-one-dont-let-that-stop-you-from-believing-i’m-on-your-side and-i-must-be-your-friend’ voice, mixed in with a little  let-me-entertain-you stand-up comedian. It’s like the class/race equivalent of ‘hey, your feet must be tired, cuz you been running through my head allll night, baby!’

According to January – May 2011 Chicago Police Department crime statistics, 56.1% of Chicago murders were gang-related. In 29.6% of these murder cases, the offender was an acquaintance, intimate partner or relative of the victim, while in 38.6% the relationship was not established. In 81.8% of cases, the assailant had a prior CPD record. 65.9% of offenders were African American, 38.1% were Hispanic, and 2.3% were white.

 “She (Sarah Palin) was caribou hunting, and talking about the right to bear arms,” he said. “Why wasn’t she at the crime scene with me?”

  You’re a  moron, McC.  Look at the stats. You think Palin and her “hey kids, look at that grizzly,isn’t it neat-o , it’s only feet away and it’s a mommy, like me? Oh, this is so cool! ” You think bagging on that, as head-scratching as that show was the one time I watched it- you think Sarah has anything the EFF to do with crime in Chicago? Palins, Tigers and Bears Oh My! You think whatever amount of white people that are left in Chicago have anything to do with this BS? You’re actually going to do race-preaching because you know it’s like some kind of soul strip-tease that people will go “oooh yeah mama, shake that thing!” and give you money, right? Oh wait, they’re already giving you money. Umm, you work for The Man.

This is just so effed up. And all those people taken in by this bullshit, yelling “yeah tell it!” and clapping, so desperate are they for someone to even pay attention to them, actually believing this dude gives a rat’s ass,thinking he’s on their side, when really they don’t have a side- no one wants Bill Cosby AKA Buzz Killington, lecturing about hey, stop having kids at 13, then 15, then 16 by different baby daddies, learn to effing read, and don’t  smoke crack and steal shit and rape and kill people . Being lectured is no fun. It feels insulting, embarassing and just sucks. So no one wants to be the mean, lecturing person- people want to be liked and popular n shyt- so- they blame Whitey AKA The Man. Even when ‘the man’ looks like the brady bunch mom on 5 hour energy drink (Palin).  

Anyway, The Man is a totally punked out biatch about now. When The Man was doing gubbmint sponsored real ‘racism’ n shyt, people were too afraid to be rapin, lootin and killin.  Now this wannabe, gubbmint ho is up there just trying to entertain yo azz and make you feeeeeellll better. We do the same shit here in the outer reaches of Whitelandia, only we pat ourselves on the back for all the good deeds we do instead of having this d-bag up there trying to make us think he’s cool and our friend.

No, we don’t care if our d-bags like us, we’re trying to look cool to each other- and we can only get cooler by being like Sean Penn or Bono and thinking we can save the world- and by having dudes blame The Man, meanwhile…. while he is ragging about NRA dudes living the high life, and oh he is so full of shyt- how many gubbmint poverty pimps/program panderers live awesomely- you know, like those TV preachers? So in the words of many a guest on Jerry and their practical…umm ‘wisdom’…, ‘he don’t know you, he don’t pay your bills and he needs to sit the eff down!”

It’s kinda like the way we white people blame our parents, blaming The Man is.  Sort of.  Except The Man isn’t really their ’parent’ so we have these stand-ins*for The Man.  We’ve heard many, many lectures-based on-  do your homework,don’t pick your nose, be nice to animals,do return the favor re play dates and gifts, don’t smoke crack cause this momma and daddy won’t be reading you those gay-ass sad letters on ‘Intervention’ and paying your rent, do tell the teacher if some kid smacks you on the playground- don’t come back with a gun or knife and try to kill them, do not drink and drive, don’t talk mean about ex’s, do buy fair trade coffee, don’t spit on the street, do pay your bills on time, don’t wear inapropriate clothes in public, do tell your kids about pervs and how not to talk to them, believe they need any help from a kid, or believe any BS about how they’ll kill us if you don’t get in the van, don’t write bad checks, do write thank-you notes, don’t go in other people’s medicine cabinets,do remember to visit grandma, don’t double-dip in the peanut butter, don’t make yourself puke on purpose, do pick up your own socks and put them in the laundry and recycle n’ shyt. That’s just the beginning.

*I suppose one could call them ‘scape-ghosts’ for when you’re the only whitey in the room, you gotta invent the fake scape-ghost whitey to hate on, so everyone doesn’t turn on you.  

OK , and now… the suckuppery:

http://communities.washingtontimes.com/neighborhood/bill-kellys-truth-squad/2011/jun/27/rahms-cop-gerry-mccarthy-fire-racist-rant/

“Kill Whitey!” Yells Looting Mob in Peoria

A mob of African-American male youths terrorized White residents of Peoria, Illinois as they shouted “kill all the White people” while rioting in the downtown area late Saturday night.

Krzysztof Wilkowski was hit so hard in the head with a baseball bat that it knocked the motorscooter helmet he was wearing off.

Tonight, around 11 p.m., a group of at least 60-70 African American youth marched down one of the side streets (W. Thrush) to the 4 lane main drag (Sheridan). They were yelling threats to white residents. Things such as we need to kill alll the white people around here.   http://www.therightperspective.org/2011/06/26/peoria-mob-yells-kill-all-the-white-people/

“He has no need to embellish or to lie,” Peoria Pundit wrote. “That means this is true and it’s an outrage. I hope Mr. Jackson of the local NAACP reads this and responds. That will be interesting. This is nothing more than hate and race war against whites.”

A-Hole Nation: Dystopian S-heads That Hate America

 

A retired U.S. Army chaplain is being threatened with legal action for flying the American flag in his front yard, the Daily Mail reports. Fred Quigley, 77, of Macedonia, Ohio, a minister who served active duty during the Vietnam War, has been told by the homeowners’ association that his flag violates the property rules.

Read more: http://nation.foxnews.com/american-flag/2011/06/26/us-veteran-faces-legal-action-flying-american-flag#ixzz1QQOlF8zG

Migliorini said: “We just want the rules and regulations followed. “   

 

Seriously, who would complain about this guy and his flag? Why couldn’t the association guy just let it go? Think there was some little rule-following chicken pecking at little pieces of grain over and over, unable to see past their own shoes..”not following the rules, not following the rules, incapable of critical thinking….”  People are getting mighty fed up with this kind of crap, politically correct crap , and just crap in general. 

 

Maybe Quigley should rent out his condo/house to section 8ers and just write it off as a place to ever live himself- that will make those association aholes wish they let a military guy fly his flag. If they complain or come after him complaining, just say they are ’Evilnaziracisthaters’ and sue them.  Or he could take to dressing up and walking around in uniform around the grounds, would they like that better? He needs to be creative about this.  I know the  ‘it’s not right, people pay attention, someone stop this’ is valid technically- but on the odd chance nothing happens and it is him against some ahole bureaucracy/legalism- well that’s where the creativity comes in. Singing. Has Quigley thought about that? I like Battle Hymn of the Republic.  It doesn’t matter if you can’t actually ‘sing’ -this isn’t American Idol, (Idolatry?) , just carry on Quigley, whenever the mood strikes you. 

 

 If they come after you for that, maybe you are disabled and they are discriminatory and disproportionately singling you out, ruining your legal right to “quiet enjoyment” .  Also, you do realize you may need a companion animal . Awww little yappy dog companion animals…and your companion yappy dog needs to wear a flag sweater. And it has a collar that plays the national anthem, as does your Christmas tree. Pretty sure companion animals supercede any of that association BS, but you might want to get a note from a doctor. I hope they are disabled compliant there and have all their zoning bullshit in order. If they want to play the shithead game, fine- just be a better shithead.

 

The Death Camp of Newspeak Douchbaggery gets a new member!

(Remember Offensive Tweet Day is coming soon!)

 

blackwhite- The ability to accept whatever “truth” the party puts out, no matter how absurd it may be. Orwell described it as “…loyal willingness to say black is white when party discipline demands this. It also means the ability to believe that black is white, and more, to know black is white, and forget that one has ever believed the contrary.”

http://www.sanluisobispo.com/2011/06/23/1655872/musings-on-the-white-outmigration.html   This guy has it all backwards.

  He’s one of the ‘gaslighters’ ( look up the movie, you’ll get it)..he’s one of the ‘reality is not reality, your truth is not real’  snake oil salesmen. Note how even when he is about to launch into his picth about how horrible wanting to be among your own is, he has to use two qualifiers, the “hate to say it” and “embarassing”, trying to edge in there covertly, implicitly that it is bad and shameful to want this- and this is how they do it- they define the terms- then they decide to lump you into their construct and if you fit into their framework of whether you are a Good Person or an Evil Nazi. 

http://www.newspeakdictionary.com/media/128k/1984-obrienlove-1.mp3 

Do you believe it now, Winston? What’s 2+2?

You certainly couldn’t be just an average white person who wants to live around and with people he has stuff in common with, because this dork is setting the stage that if you are part of the white flight (“outmigration”- what are we, an effing flock of seagulls?) than you somehow are harming yourself ad civilization. How fucking  stupid do you think people are, scumbot?

   I saw another BS article today along the same lines, trying to convince us of the same type thing, though taking a different tack- that  being pro-them and not pro-us is a good thing, but being pro-us, is never, ever a good thing and of course prevents world peace, rainbows, unicorns, organic fields of strawberries for starving kids and so on. Here’s some of this guy’s  BS:

“Or, much as I hate to say it, a few white Californians may have “outmigrated” because they wanted to live among people who looked like them and spoke the same language they do. That seems to be a deep-rooted human trait, although we’re embarrassed these days to admit it. It may be a residual survival trait from prehistoric times, when unquestioned tribal loyalty was all-important. But now it can cause strife.

crimethink – To even consider any thought not in line with the principles of Ingsoc. Doubting any of the principles of Ingsoc. All crimes begin with a thought. So, if you control thought, you can control crime. “Thoughtcrime is death. Thoughtcrime does not entail death, Thoughtcrime is death…. The essential crime that contains all others in itself.”

The Orwellian  Douchebag  continues: It’s like our appendixes, which may have served a useful digestive function in our more apelike ancestors. But now they’re useless. My Grolier Encyclopedia calls our appendix “an evolutionary relic.”If our relic appendixes become inflamed, they threaten our lives. If our relic aversion to people unlike us becomes inflamed, it threatens our civilization.

You are so full of shit I don’t even want to type your name.

Newspeak – The official language of Oceania. Newspeak is “politically correct” speech taken to its maximum extent. Newspeak is based on standard English, but all words describing “unorthodox” political ideas have been removed. In addition, there was an attempt to remove the overall number of words in general, to limit the range of ideas that could be expressed.

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No, dude, it’s not useless. Yes, it is a survival trait, and natural and a good and very effective survival trait. What is threatening our civilization is exactly the opposite of your big brother doublespeak.What is threatening our civilization, once OUR civilization is exactly the opposite of the crap your tentacles slimed onto the net. 

 Seriously, you don’t get that you don’t go into another ‘tribe’s’ hood and think all is going to be sunshine and lollipops? Whenever we do that,and something inevitably bad happens, we get the blame simply for being there to begin with.

Liar who wrote that crap: do you actually believe your own lies or you just write them, the way people put chemicals in our food or market medications knowing they are harmful or may kill a whole bunch of us? So why do you LIE? What is in it for you? Do they pay you? Well? 

People are leaving, and as soon as the forced mixing programs hit a certain stage, everyone will bail, even if we take a loss, even if we leave with hardly anything at all. I know quite a few people who are liquidating, getting ready to leave, because of  ‘your city is too white, who cares what you had to sacrifice or how you worked or sacrificed, you WILL integrate because we will MAKE you. ’  No, we don’t want the crime, the noise, the chaos. Why are we being esssentially punished?

You’ll just  have to keep following us around then, because no matter where you do these ‘implants’ it will then start to suck,  we will leave one by one or en masse, and your  plan will be ruined, as it has always been. Sure, there’s things we can do to make it harder for you and your plans, and we will- because people in general don’t like stuff artifically forced upon them-and of course it is always, always US who has to accept, to tolerate, to change, to ‘celebrate diversity’- no one ever tells the group  coming in, “hey look, don’t do this kind of stuff, people here don’t like it and they won’t like you if you do it. Including but not limited to….and have an orientation or something.

 Shouldn’t it be THEM who have to tolerate and accept? If we’re uncomfortable, or plain resentful, then we’re automatically ’racist’ and wrong, without any examination of real reasons. They tell US that we are doing it wrong  no matter what we do, and we just need ‘ blanket tolerance’ .  Seriously , who would agree to a contract like that? You get to do whatever you want, and I’ll just deal. No.. that sucks!

No matter how hard you push this agenda, we don’t have to make it easier for you.  And fellow People of UnColor, do me a favor, and stop telling everyone where we are going, or not going. If anything, mislead the crap out of them. If you see them going down the wrong road- please, don’t correct them, let them believe whatever they want to believe. Keep it a secret and those who need to know, will- but the whole world doesn’t need to know. LIE to them. Purposefully. Convincingly.

Apparently, we have become another commodity, like gold. Would you tell people where your gold is stashed? No, I didn’t think so. So don’t broadcast where to go, or where you are going. We are the gold. We must be, because people want to ‘steal us’ or steal it from us and destroy it if they cannot have it, if they can nver ‘be it’. Like I wrote years ago about the concept of ‘hoarding whiteness’- they don’t get they can never actually have what we have, but they sure want it, or they want the end of it, whether it is us as a general group as people and destroying that in and of itself, or the destruction of homogenous populations in various locales.

So, no, liar- you are wrong about it being a bad thing. It’s a great thing for us and we want to keep it. They know this is what we want and they are hell-bent to wreck it, wherever it is- and we will find ways to keep it, even if we have to ‘think out of the box’. We would keep it even if you had us surrounded. Forcing ‘diversity’ upon us will only serve to further polarize us. Send all the moles you want, send all the people trying to ‘get in’, we will still stand aloof, we will still effectively shun you, no matter how close you are. The more you force, the more polarized and stratified it will get. Do you know about the meetings we are already having? Do you? Do you know there are fakes among your own?

Source for quotes on Orwell- http://www.newspeakdictionary.com/ns-dict.html

Your Own Personal Diversity Jaysus

Note the line of ‘logic’ these women seem to follow when they decide to do this stuff. The first one, on the audio mentions getting drunk, a friend’s dare, breaking up with her boyfriend, job sucked… in this other case not dumping a guy, or getting drunk and making a bet with a friend but her job sucking + immigration debate + being brainwashed into thinking she had to become another one of Gawd’s Diversity Nuns- or should it be ‘None’ as in, none of my own children, because that would be selfish and I have to save/adopt the third world becaue I have given over mah laaafff to Diversity Jaysus.

Afflicted with I-have-to-be-a-hero-I-have-to-right-all-wrongs-
I-have-to-uncover-the-truth-
empathy-for-any-suffering, I-am-so-Noble-and-Good-let-me-prove-it-even-if
-it-doesn’t-change-anything-at-all-
I-will-get-bad-guys-I-am-a-good-fairy-doing-good-deeds
-my-life/job-is-so-empty-I-become-a-mother/savior-to-the-world extremist.

It seems like a type of ‘OCD that will never make it into the DSM’. Maybe this one woman will be luckier than the peace corp women,most who were raped, beaten, some raped and killed- whom I blogged about recently.

White woman investigates human right’s abuses : ” I never travel with armed guards” to the Congo? Really? Host says ” it’s dangerous but she feels she has to do it.” and “it was love at first sight (Congo)”. What?!! She used to be an investment banker but I guess felt that was empty and sucked. Her friend dared her while they were both drunk to apply for this Congo ‘save the world’ job. ” Then I had a huge fight with my boyfriend… I said, honey I’ve had it, I’m going to the Congo.” How crazy do you have to be to do that?

What person says “Eff it, eff this job, eff you dude, I’m going to the Congo.” And the ‘friend’? Well, friends don’t let friends go to the Congo. Or South Central Los Angeles- or the shitty part of Oakland. You don’t get your ‘friend’ drunk and then dare them to go to the Congo, and then because your friend dared you to-actually DO it. WTF , she was an investment banker, supposed to have a brain, can even do math- so… are they just effin crazy or what? How could your life ever suck that much that you would want to go there?

“I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar (or an investment banker)..that much is true..but even then I knew I’d find a much better place, either with or without you..” Human League, 1982

This never would have happened had she had kids way before this, way before investment banking- she’d have plenty of people to look out for, manage, teach- and be important to. Sheesh even gardening or raising animals is better than this. Listen and weep. http://thestory.org/archive/the_story_732_Bearing_Witness_In_Congo1.mp3

“I have two daughters now and I would never ever let them join the Peace Corps,” said Adrianna Ault Nolan of New York, who was raped while serving in Haiti. http://abcnews.go.com/Blotter/peace-corps-gang-rape-volunteer-jess-smochek-us/story?id=12599341

Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believer- I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith Depeche Mode, 1989

Next- woman returns to peace corp..Not going to the Rapin and Killin’ places, but China.. “I’d always wanted to travel,” said Cheshier…. “I wanted to go to other places and be around other cultures and other languages and be in a job where it was more fulfilling. ...I was very much into diversity and I thought it (immigration debate)was targeting a certain group of people.” Cheshier decided that she needed to be out helping different cultures and being in a diverse group of people. “It was like going back in time, about 50 to 70 years, and seeing things before pollution and technology had come in. It was wonderful,” she said. http://fremonttribune.com/news/local/article_448e58ea-9e7d-11e0-94b1-001cc4c002e0.html

La di da, tra la la…..unicorns, my little pony, fantasy island..cotton candy, camping on the patio, jiffy pop…..merry-go-round-horses, play make-up..wheeeeeeeeee!

What about this Diversity Nuns? Does THIS count? Does their suffering count?

“oh well that doesn’t count, that’s unfortunate but it’s not genocidal, blah blah,a nd it’s white people and they never count, because I learned in school, blah blah… and I can parrot back exactly what I learned cause I’m a good little girl and so and so scholar/diversity specialist/some BS ,artificially-elevated affirmatively-actionated-n-shyt-scammed-in-writer says we’re not oppressed, and they are well-respected so if they are famous and on TV and talk shows then it must be true, that it doesn’t count when bad things happen to us and you, haters really should read Some Scholarly BS on How White People are All Oppressive, Evil Aholes and if Bad Shit Happens to Them, well Eff Them (and if you don’t feel guilty by the end of this book/lecture/forced seminar and write about it the way we taught you, you FAIL).

Oh, and all voices MUST be heard, umm well, must be heard within the neat little boundaries of sitting on a little mat during circle-time,clapping and singing when and how WE tell you to-and if you aren’t sitting on your little mat and clapping and singing the way we taught you to, there’s going to be a conference about medication..because no one calls us boring and stupid,that’s just disrespectful, mean and not being a good global citizen. You’re just WRONG.And Mean and Bad.” EFF YOU, SYSTEM. YOU FUCKED ME, now it’s MY TURN, and I’m going to punk you out.

Today’s ‘Offensive’, Dystopian, D-bag News..

Continuing with the theme of Everyone is Offended….oh and everyone does know that Offensive Tweet Day is coming up, don’t they? Let the world beware, hmm.

woman thinks a container of dip dumped on her porch is a hate-crime “LAGUNA HILLS – A woman called the police at 7:23 p.m. on Sunday from 24400 block of Marquis Court and said someone threw a bowl of tabouleh salad on her patio and she thinks it’s racially motivated because it’s food from the Middle East and she is not Middle Eastern. She later called back and said it was not what she thought it was.”

http://articles.ocregister.com/2011-06-15/news/29667224_1_burglary-alarm-audible-suspicious-person-disturbance

More lameness : “The Offensive Behaviour at Football and Threatening Communications Bill is expected to be passed in time for the new season in July….The bill – which faces its first vote in parliament later on Thursday – aims to stamp out abusive behaviour from football fans whether they are watching matches in a stadium, in the pub or commenting online.”

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-13883763

omg, someone said something about rednecks-
“In the video, Farmer makes jokes about Eastern Kentucky during a performance at the Derby Dinner Playhouse in Clarksville, Ind. Farmer joked that Eastern Kentucky is a place where “cars are on blocks and houses are on wheels.” He says someone told him the FBI would not investigate a particular county “cause all the DNA is alike and there ain’t no dental records.”

http://www.kentucky.com/2011/06/22/1783698/democrat-bob-farmer-apologizes.html

Proposed Ban on goldfish in SF
Read more: http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2011/06/16/san-francisco-wants-to-ban-goldfish-to-prevent-their-inhumane-suffering/#ixzz1Q5FdhYJ0

Gratuitous scary J-Hahn pic  http://www.americanprogress.org/issues/2011/06/rab_062111.html

Chinese food place names itself after the valley girl college chick’s you tube video  Ching-chong Ling -long whatever  http://www.huffingtonpost.com/disgrasian/ucla-chinese-food-deliver_b_880897.html

Ann Landers, ex-advice maven tweeted  about telmundo http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/06/22/margo-howards-blagojevich-tweet_n_882019.html

In March, Russian champion Zenit St. Petersburg was fined $10,000 after one of its fans offered a banana to Roberto Carlos at a pre-match ceremony.  http://www.usatoday.com/sports/soccer/2011-06-22-440211796_x.htm

More UN-PC tweeting , this time by someone names Cee-Lo (? who is this?)

“I respect your criticism, but be fair! People enjoyed last night! I’m guessing you’re gay? And my masculinity offended you? Well f*** you!” http://insidetv.ew.com/2011/06/22/vicci-martinez-cee-lo-green-apology-tweet/

this dude all worked up over facebook ‘hataz’ posting crap he doesn’t like,  lovely sentiments such as “I’m gonna keep talking sh*t to these white f*ggots until they unlike my page. f*cking weirdo stalkers!” ““p*ssy a** white boys make me sick man..YALL BEEN f*ckING WITH US SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME..how can you say “i hate you…f*ck RACIST I HATE YOU” http://hiphopwired.com/2011/06/13/soulja-boy-goes-off-on-haters-on-facebook/

and this dude is oh so very sorry he was hoping to see some hot chicks… wow, not hot chicks. O>M>G> really?

Councillor John Parker says he’s sorry for an indiscreet tweet, in which he referred to meeting “hot chicks” while attending a Heritage Toronto event Monday.

“To the extent that offence has been taken I regret that and accordingly apologize for it today,” he said on Tuesday.  That is so weak.

http://www.insidetoronto.com/news/cityhall/article/1031469–councillor-john-parker-apologizes-for-his-indiscreet-tweet     

 Random: I hear Mel’s dating a shortish Greek goth chick. Being a half-Greek, shortish ex-goth myself, I’m betting  she can handle it. Oh no, now the baklava craving is back.  http://www.iol.co.za/tonight/gossip/risque-model-is-mel-s-new-flame-1.1085492

ACORN, remember them, the people that brought you  ’pads for pimps’?  Yeah well, “The Supreme Court isn’t going to listen to ACORN argue that they really should be eligible for federal funding.”   GOOD!

http://dailycaller.com/2011/06/20/supreme-court-wont-hear-appeal-from-acorn/

White people -of course described as “angry” like to live in the mountains around other white people, DUH-HEY.  OMFG, like this is  news.  Ya, we farm stuff and sit around campfires playing guitar, shovelin’ snow, riding horses and building stuff and eating  sausages and drinking copious amounts of awesome imported beer talking about the old bitchin’ camero we used to have in the 80′s, before everything started to officially suck- real angry stuff, them white people up in dem mountains.  Quick , gubbmint  start a program, it’s too white OMFG screamm of horrrorrr ! (they still won’t be invited even if you give ‘em free rent,And the black people and the brown people and the yellow people and all of sesame street are so effin freaked that they aren’t invited to these soirees. Uh-huh. Like they give a shit.)   http://gawker.com/5814365/%7CcommentLink%7C 

Some actual angry white people  http://gawker.com/5733427/angry-man-screaming-jew-at-congressman-is-not-a-great-face-for-tea-party  kind of tough to know exactly what was said and what the hell was going on in this. Lot of awesome yelling and screaming though. Hey, how come all these la raza groups can yell and scream but when we do it, it’s The End of the Freaking World. I guess we’re just not allowed to be pissed off. F-that.

Obsessed with Grammar – yes, it’s true. I commit grammatical faux pas all the time, but I’m dealng with it, with help of a support group. In fact, there’s this secret medication they give white people so we can cope with the multitudes of grammatical crimes we see committed constantly. http://jacksonville.com/opinion/blog/403838/phillip-milano/2011-06-22/dare-ask-are-white-people-obsessed-good-grammar

oh and speaking of being of the caucasian persuasion- we’re a minority officially-  I want free shit now! We all probably knew this was already the case, guess they figured, they couldn’t hide it from us any longer, now that they are going to start drectly pandering to all these other groups. Man, that mountain hideaway thing with the beer is looking better and better. Does that mean with all my awesome GRE scores and grades, I might now get accepted into a non-private university graduate program ?

Guess we can thank the Mormons that there are any white people left at all- yeah I know, they’ve got  the intolerance for The Gays, an issue I don’t really care about much, except for the parades. We all got sold the idea to paranoiac levels- that having a kid was like climbing Everest, practially undoable on every level, or at least until one had saved up prodigious amounts of cash, a 401K, had a BMW or at least a prius- you had to Have Your Shit COmpletely Together and then, you had to take classes and hire experts -all this whilst, you know,  all these other groups had the idea that they wouldn’t have to decide between  children and long-term care insurance, because if every generation has kids young, there’s someone there to watch the grandchildren and enough people young enough and around to help with grandparents.

http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5j7vrvf8rmJwRdnK7t2BWKJPEylxQ?docId=3b86e1a8bae048b7bc41bf22e17ac154

 http://www.forbes.com/feeds/ap/2011/06/23/general-us-census-white-minority_8530423.html

Something rotten in Denmark..

gag-worthy thing not to tell your kids, from this film:  “ there are no evil people, only those who are sad and don’t have love in their lives. “   Oh that is such a crock ! Isn’ that straight out of douchebag Barney the Dinosaur? Just lie still and take it, Barney, I won’t leave any marks.

“This week’s film comes from director Ole Bornedal (Nightwatch, Nightwatch), and it shows us that white people are violent and racist bastards no matter the language..From the knee-jerk reactions and mob mentality of the film’s obvious bad guys to the misguided and ill-advised “heroics” by Johannes, the film’s final stance is that the real world sits uncomfortably between the ideal definitions of right and wrong. That and the fact that white men are total pricks.” 

http://www.filmschoolrejects.com/reviews/foreign-objects-deliver-us-from-evil-denmark.php

Look Ma, attorney slimeballs on board! (give us your cash bitch thing continued)

http://www.turnrightusa.org/?page_id=356

 

Above link- lawyers are now in full wannabe badass mode, take your video down or…. hmm, wait, what about that free speech thing? I suppose if they had some dude who looked like he was hawking ibuprofen with the hair sprayed comb-over talking in that ‘I’m not a Dr, but I play one on TV’ voice, that would have been ok. Most serious middle-aged white dude voice “Do you want money that your kids could use for college spent on this?”

Even though money actually did go to gang dudes, past or present, incarcerated or not, of whatever freaking color/background/ethnicity.. and Hahn was the person who was behind that program… the video is not a lie- they are just kvetching about the presentation- who says political ads have to always feature the fake doctor types? Who says politics isn’t offensive in and of itself? When was it not nasty, catty, brutal and even disgusting? Really?

Or is it a threat because it tells it like it really is, and is attention-grabbing and easily understood even to ADD texting-obsessed millenials- an age group that usually either completely doesn’t give a shit about politics or will turn into tree-sitting trustafarians at the drop of a hackey-sack- meaning they are ‘for’ whoever is perceived as picked on, or they at least want to be perceived as being for the underdog- as long as the underdogs aren’t off-leash in their gated hoods- and maybe even that group might see it and start thinking- if only out of self-interest- hey, that money that is taken from my mom and pop out of their taxes for this BS, that could have been my new IPAD/VW/Ugg boots and instead it is going to Julio the drug-lord!

No, you don’t get to implement idiotic policies like paying gang members to be ‘gang intervention specialists’ and not get an Idiocracy-like backlash. They totally deserve it and let’s hope there are even more in-your-face type ads that counter-protest that very same idiocy.

The attorney letter is the thing that is insulting, assuming that everyone who sees the video will be offended- the whole ‘this harms womyn, this harms the black folk, this gives you cavities, yeast infections, and might even make you learn Linux…’ making the assumption that people who see it are just too dumb to get the point- or at least trying to trade on the Always Offended crowd. Surprised Gloria Allred herself hasn’t laptop-jacked Ehlinger, but maybe she’s busy trying to get Hahn to give some of that green for Whitman’s illegal alien ex-maid.

Acting as if a political attack video is any worse than what’s on television on any reality show, and as though politics is about niceness and non-offensiveness- that’s just beyond disingenuous (wanker-gate text-pic anyone?), and just shows how threatened these doofuses are. Maybe they are afraid there will be still more modern-day portrayals of the scam of endless do-nothing and demographic-coddling programs,which = their made-up jobs, because no doubt there is an entire cadre of ‘gang interventionist’ managers/admins/directors/promoters,and similar lame ideas- and they certainly don’t want their cash taken away.

These d-bags can apologize to the tax-payers for wasting our money, and these lawyers can apologize for insulting our intelligence and by proxy, defending wasting our money. They have the right to have their panties in a bunch, sure- but Ehlinger also has the right to twist them up that way- it’s called free speech. So back the fuck off, censorious shitheads, this isn’t a library.

a place where you won't find many gang intervention specialists

So yeah, I guess they can ‘suck it’…

http://www.turnrightusa.org/?page_id=298

 (response  to attorney letter)

Video : ‘Give us your cash, bitch!’

Ok so there’s some chick in LA, last name of Hahn who implemented some program where they pay gang-bangers to umm, stop being gang-bangers- the whole let-me-bribe-you-into-being-a-normal-person-get-good-grades-use-birth-control-stop-doing/selling-drugs , usual uppity crap from these visualize-whirled-peas, my-other-car-is-a-broom, coexist-bumpster-sticker, U2canmakeadifference when we know nothing works-

I have to include the creator’s webcached version as some jigglypuff-flavored rainbow douche at sfgate encouraged 4chan types to attack the site because he thinks it’s raaaacithst- totally blowing off 1) the point of the video, which is, hey peeps, you want your money paying gang-bangers for anything, let alone some lame-ass program (ugh not another one)? … 2) the gangsta rap thing is totally relevant to the message- the sfgate dude makes it all about black, and oh, it’s soooo damaging to interracial blah blah…. when that isn’t the point, nerd- and by the way, if you watched the video, you would have noticed there are plenty of white and white-ish photos of various criminals portrayed as well. The gangstah rap thing is obviously aimed at this Hahn’s lousy ideas.
Oh, and word, nerd- there are black gangsta dudes whom very well may be beneficiaries Hahn’s lame-o ideas. 3) the video is illustrative of the way many look at stupid white liberal ideas, which is ‘ If they’re offering it, take it’, ‘get paid’ and that kind of crap. which leads to 4) – the how shall we say it- pandering aspect of the video- Ehlinger is just calling it as he sees it, and if the 41 flavahs sfgate dude whines that this all came about because of mexicans , fine, then the pandering glove fits even mo’ bettah (therefore you can’t acquit, bro) right?

There’s more of them- mexicans- than there are of you -black- correct? Think these I’m-so-high-minded,charity-attending, jamba-juice swilling types give a crap about that, rainbow nerd? That they are moving you down a rung on the totem pole? No, they only care about numbers. What do the politicans care about giving any color gangstas money? It ‘s not their money they are passing out-The politicans are at once the pimp and da ho, pandering to the population it thinks will become old enough to vote any second now- mexicans- and selling themselves out in the process. This gang program crap, everyone knows those don’t do shit, it is all about votes, getting and staying in power.

You actually think this video is about black, rainbow nerd? You don’t actually think that, do you? You have some newspaper gig, you’re supposed to be smart! uhhhh.can’t.hold.back.the.lol.

The video is a correct portrayal of what is happening and totally does what it is supposed to do. Anyway, there it is. Go Ladd- http://filmladd.com/

Click on small picture for screenshot of post-

http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:GgquArdn8hsJ:www.hahnshomeboyz.org/+http://www.hahnshomeboyz.org/&cd=1&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us&source=www.google.com

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZ3B8WvVjL4&feature=player_embedded

Counselor Troi’s Sofa (revised)

         He now wears what looks to be a permanently semi-horrified zombie like look on his face, as if he has only now just seen an accident, or stumbled upon a body. His eyes look as if he has not quite gotten back from whatever it was he saw, and tired. He has lost weight but it doesn’t look good, it is the sickly, empty balloon type of weight loss. He is not an official ‘person of color’ but his color is bad. It is the wan, yellow color of bad food,despair,regret,alienation, exhaustion.. prison. He looks right at me, though it feels like straight through me to the wall.

I know he is not enjoying this, that it it just all part of the requirements, part of the release. I want to make it not as bad, without seeming condescending, without seeming overly-maternal- yet also not seem professional to the point of him adding me to the roster of his judges, as I am not. He sits on the couch rather than any of the chairs, and seems to take up the whole thing, his legs creating a kind of table with their length.

He has the uneasy and slow grace of the imprisoned giant he has so recently been. He does not stretch out. He keeps his hands in his lap, as if still cuffed. I come around the desk and sit in the chair to the side of the couch. He looks up but doesn’t move. I’m relieved there appears nothing squirrelly, shifty or mercurial in his face, his speech or movements- in fact, I feel like I’m on the far end of barely the same solar system-  this is like the planet Neptune, slow-moving, large, remote.

“I fucked up,” he says. ” I know I did. I go over it all the time. I dream about it- but I didn’t mean to do it. I wasn’t trying to kill him, I was going to tazer him, he kept resisting- but I didn’t mean to kill him- I can’t change it, and people don’t believe I’m sorry, but I am, I am so fucking sorry.”

” I believe you.” I say, looking at his hands.  Pause. ”I believe you didn’t mean to kill him.”

　       “Well, some people don’t. They think I meant to. They think I’m not sorry- but I am.” With his left hand, he starts playing with a shoelace. ” I feel like shit. For what happened, and like shit for even worrying that I will always be seen as some evil trigger-happy psycho. I’m at fault for fucking up, grabbing the wrong thing, I’m at fault for killing him, but I wasn’t out to kill anyone. We’re not supposed to strong-arm people, if it didn’t happen like it did… I could have restrained him, but we’re supposed to not touch them more than we have to-and I shouldn’t have been afraid, but I was. Not really afraid of him, but afraid of a situation-that could have gotten out of control-it wa already out of control to a point-but if I had control of the situation, if I knew what I was fucking doing I would have grabbed the right thing..and I didn’t. ” He looks up from the shoes, as if he is in trouble right now, as if he is waiting for me to either approve or scream at him that whatever he said isn’t good enough.

For all of our gifts, we are flawed- we are idealistic more than realistic , sometimes quick to anger and deny when things aren’t as they should be, instead of doing at least the first step of the AA creed, something about at least admitting there’s a problem. This guy probably doesn’t even have the flaws a lot of us have. I get that pain in some center place that tells me I won’t be having any more coffee today and stuff is rumbling around. Or is it Iam just hungry?  He certainly isn’t doing the typical stuff that makes the squirrelly/weaselly things an easy scent to catch once one knows what to sniff for.

He might be retreating, defensive, mentally locked down for fear of his own sense of anger over being vilified to this degree- but he is not hiding lots of bad secrets. He doesn’t have what I would call for lack of a better phrase- psychic pimples, or…imagine, like a porcupine. He doesn’t have lots of invisible barriers, like those laser alarms in banks.

　He shows me a couple photos. A cute child, a woman who also bears  an ‘M’ name – that looks vaguely like my sister, the branch of the gene pool that skipped my father’s side and looks like grandpa. I have seen these or similar ones in a file, but I’m glad he is showing me himself. It’s a good sign- life-affirming - outside of this shitty context, would be the normal thing to do, and I would show him pictures in return. But because of this framework, this construct , I cannot be just a ‘person in return’- it sucks, I can’t give back, I have to be behind glass, behind my own wall, this particular format of a construct of something bigger- something bigger which I which I hate and try to subvert very chance I get, every chance I recognize another construct. They don’t serve us, they kill us-and the Others too for that matter.  It’s not just me noticing this. There’s others. Lots of others. If you take me down, it won’t take everyone.

　       “Do you want to tell me the story of that day?” I ask. I have already read about it plenty, but I’m hoping he will go through it for what is probably the thousandth time. He does, a few different times, but the story stays essentially the same , only the little details of things that happened during other parts of the day change, things remembered in retrospect. I thought he would be angry- the kind of fake-anger-seeming men have when they are actually scared, depressed- defensive. I thought he would put the focus on justifying how things played out that day, but he doesn’t.

　He comes back from the place he hides a few times, the place that makes his eyes have that dull, dead look-the shut down place. I remember writing about being haunted by the living, and this is what is happening with him, except he is haunted by himself and that day, stuck in a kind of loop of the events of that day, and the days that followed until now.

It is as if he driving and almost falling asleep, and when he startles himself awake, he realizes he is lost- he is still looking for landmarks, anything that might render this new universe easier to navigate-some evidence of the familiar- but he doesn’t trust himself or the hostile landscape and there is no one to ask for directions. There is just him and that day and life before and after.I try to tell him some easier-to-make-sense-of version of this but he just stares at me.

　        “You don’t have to convince me.” I say, breaking the rules by touching his hand, though quickly and lightly- conveying emphasis rather than intimacy. “You have to convince yourself, and then you can stop trying to convince everyone else and move to the next level. ” But he doesn’t see a way out of the loop just yet. I start thinking of Dante’s Inferno and wished I hadn’t said ‘level’, but hopefully he doesn’t make the same connection.

“What’s the next level? I can’t do anything to change it, what do they want? .there might be a lawsuit against the city, I don’t know..-but I can’t go back ” he sighs- it comes out shaky and exhausted.

“But you are going back- you keep going back to that day. You’re not ready for whatever is next until you come to terms with it. Maybe you won’t be for a while. Until you get out of the convincing and approval so you feel better, endlessly judging yourself , stuff like thinking anything good you do doesn’t count now, feeling like you’re stealing for enjoying time with your boy-right now it’s how you are getting by, because you don’t have any other way to function except going into hard protective mode or shutting down- what’s the alternative, falling apart?right now this convincing, defending -it’s how you are making an attempt at …it’s not really forgiving yourself- we don’t have a word for it in English- you already know anything you say is never going to be good enough for the people… for whom this is a cause, people who see it…..”

He’s smarter than I thought and knows where I am going without me having to go all the way there for him. I’m grateful.

            “As a race thing? Yeah of course they see it as a race thing- those people see me as The Man, like I was waiting to take one of them out- and they are seeing one situation applying to every fucked up thing that’s ever happened to them from cops or whoever but this wasn’t that- this was an accident, a fatal accident-and not even of judgment- I meant to just taze him- just a pathetic error, a fucking stupid mistake and I’m sorry, damn am I sorry and that’s the difference- I’m not The Man , I’m just a man and this wasn’t one of those him or me type situations… I’ve seen that, people get shot because we’re trying to protect ourselves too…Now they are making this guy a martyr for their cause which is trying to make me everyone who put someone up in a tree or dragged someone from a truck.. but that’s not me, and they’re trying to make that me, and yeah I do resent that. I’m not a hero and will probably never be, but neither is he. I can’t make him come back alive from my mistake and I have to live with it-and the death threats- but he’s not their hero either. He shouldn’t have been resisting, all kinds of shit was going on, people were trying to run away hand-cuffed and get back on the train, people yelling and screaming, people trying to get close and take pictures with their cell phones- we both fucked up -only I fucked up a lot worse. I got death threats that are always about all that other shit that doesn’t have to do with what happened that day at the train station. They’re going to say it does, but it doesn’t. A man can get hurt and it doesn’t have to do with all of that. A man can get killed and it doesn’t have to do with all that. “

I know, kiddo, but when one invokes the magical ‘White Privilege Rumplestiltskin’ goblin and mixes that formulae with  ‘The  (Evil White) Man’ i.e., in this case, cops- why- then of course it must have to do with any kind of historically fucked up stuff. In fact, it always does, and it’s always Whitey’s fault, meaning it doesn’t matter in their context what actually went down, the story is going to get fed into the oppressed peoples narrative and this kid is going to come out the grinder like some grand cyclops dragonmaster, or whatever the hell they’re called. Which is so much bullshit.

Just like a man can get hurt and it isn’t about racial stuff, sometimes shit can also seem unfair and it still isn’t racially related from their side, the cop’s side- and if anyone thinks it’s a good idea that you can resist or give cops crap, that’s just stupid, stupid from the angle if one is white and thinks they will certainly be cool and not bust you because of that, because they’re your ‘friends’.. (you don’t really think that , right?), so you get mad and act out when they do bust you-while you’re all belligerent and drunk and having a fight with your old lady- well, that’s not a smart move, and it’s also stupid from the point of view ‘oh, I’m a minority, if they do anything, I’ll sue the crap out of them like whatshisname down in LA did and got a few million dollars, or I can try to break loose and run for it , because they’re too afraid to put their hands on me, even if I deserve it because I’ll say they ‘profiled’ me or some other discrimination shit that has nothing to do with what actually happened… ‘

I’m thinking now of the four dead cops in one day from one guy- the Lovelle Mixon case out of Oakland, but of course I don’t mention it. Mixon is dead but it doesn’t make up for the four he killed,doesn’t bring them back to their families- or the fact the Mixon’s sister was packing AK’s or whatever in her apartment and he probably knew it. Maybe there wouldn’t be four dead without her help, maybe there would be ‘only’ one or two. It’s really hard not to keep score on how many cops get killed by thugs all the time versus this, or the shootings that end up killing random people on the street. I think of a recent news article I read out of Redwood City, a three month old shot dead in a car-bullets meant for the adults- teenagers arrested, gang retaliation supposedly the motive.

　

                           ” I guess we’re going to do this again, ” he says. “It’s part of the whole thing ,right?”

 ”Yeah, it is. ” I tell him, ” but it’s your choice whom you see.”

　                                ” I don’t want to have to start over, I’ll come back next week.” he says and sets another appointment. I try to think of something encouraging to say, something that is solid.

” It doesn’t feel like it now, but this isn’t going to be what defines your whole life. ” I do believe that, but as soon as it’s said, it sounds trite and I almost regret it.

　                   “I hope that’s true, ” he says. “Monday at 2, ” and closes the door after himself. In a moment I hear the click of the lock of the back entrance of the building  and a car’s engine.

Only Skin Deep?

http://dailycaller.com/2011/06/07/foreskin-mans-antisemitism-may-only-be-skin-deep/

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For his part, Hess — one of the leaders of the anti-circumcision movement and president of the Male Genital Mutilation Bill — told the San Francisco Chronicle that he and the people pushing the bill “we’re not trying to be anti-Semitic. We’re trying to be pro-human rights.”

just for  lols, this isn’t umm my crusade or anything..but apparently it’s important to some, and yeah I know about the whole grody rabbi ritual thing- that is totally creepy.

Read more: http://dailycaller.com/2011/06/07/foreskin-mans-antisemitism-may-only-be-skin-deep/#ixzz1OqTlUEGQ

Alabama: No Welcome Mat for those Breaking and Entering

Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don’t need him around anyhow

                                                                                  Sweet Home Alabama, Lynyrd Skynyrd

Alabama vaulted past Arizona on Thursday with what is being called the most restrictive law in the nation against illegal immigration, requiring schools to find out if students are in the country lawfully and making it a crime to knowingly give an illegal immigrant a ride.….also allows police to arrest anyone suspected of being an illegal immigrant if the person is stopped for some other reason. In addition, it requires all businesses to check the legal status of workers using a federal system called E-Verify.

Among other things, the law makes it a crime for landlords to knowingly rent to an illegal immigrant. Another provision makes it a crime to transport a known illegal. Read more: http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2011/06/09/alabama-governor-signs-tough-illegal-immigration-law/#ixzz1OqJpuuiq

Color me impressed.I want  to be happy for you, all my overall-wearing  300 thread-count friends , but I know what it might mean for California, which is oh goody, more for us so they can beat us up and stab us at ball games ( Bryan Stow, Tim Griffith)..and basically continue to break us. You heard about the fire department in Alameda that lets people drown, right?  Well, now the prison system is full- gee how the heck did that happen? I bet it has something to do with the flood of illegals and their criminal, gang bullshit and generations of it. No wonder I heard the other night the gun store can’t keep ammo in stock- but sincerely- good for you, Alabama, for not taking it lying down and ‘squealing like a pig’, so to speak- you know, like we do out here, land o fruits and nuts and wussies.

I know, I know- Southern people are polite , not full of blackshirted hate like us- oh wait,I forgot- yeah, some of ya’ll are!  If I only had a Dunhill to celebrate with.  Sigh.

There still is the weirdness that you should have to come up with any new law to just follow the one that is already there, right? Or am I wrong? But if this is  the way it has to happen, someone has to be hardcore and do something and I hope for your sake it sticks. When the lawsuits start, FIGHT THEM, damn it. Don’t let these groups intimidate you- if you don’t do anything it will be like out here,  the second census data counts enough 18 year olds, will sell your state out too.

Smurf Nazis Must Die!

(title of post refers to a 1987  low budget flick ‘Surf Nazis Must Die’)

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/jun/06/smurfs-accused-antisemitism-racism

“Does that not remind you of anything? A political dictatorship, for example?” asks Buéno, going on to compare the Smurfs’ world to a totalitarian utopia reminiscent of Stalinist communism (Papa wears a red outfit and resembles Stalin, while Brainy is similar to Trotsky) and nazism (the character of the Smurfs’ enemy Gargamel is an antisemitic caricature of a Jew, he proposes). A story about the Black Smurfs, meanwhile, in which the Smurfs are bitten by a fly which turns their skin black and renders them unable to speak, has colonial overtones.

‘Hate Gestures’ ? Supreme Court? Really?

 Your tax dollars at work in California! No free speech, Mein Bureaucratic  Fuhrers!   We need another law, we need court, we need more lawsuits!

Even if you’re not a Nazi, but your name is Norse and you made The Gesture in Question in reaction to someone being the usual ‘your time is up, get off the podium!’ stuff and not even as a political statement, and you are championing the right to speak of someone with the last name of Zeman-and you did it with your left arm- doesn’t matter- no matter how lame, it’s so not cool that  the guy has to be arrested and this whole BS should go to the supreme court ?

They couldn’t have just ignored it, the one guy had to act like an officious little tattle-tale and make a huge deal of it. I wonder how much this crap is going to cost Santa Cruz. I kinda have to take the homeless hippie’s side on this one. 

I wonder, would it have gone this far if the guy had simply flipped him off? These are the dudes running things, acting worse than girls. Is this what men do instead of crying, calling girlfriends or writing in journals? They flex their teeny bureaucratic muscle. Where’s my black bandanna to cover my face and go out and burn stuff? Oh wait, I forgot, I’m a fascist- according to my Hate Mail, I’m supposed to like these douchebags, right?

Please step away from the microphone. Ma’am please step away from the microphone.  Said in that blah cop monotone.  You know how this crap goes. They push, making it a big deal for her not to finish her deal on wasting money rousting sleeping homeless, so she escalates and starts mewling away ‘why can’t, I don’t see why…waaa’ – soon all hippie hell breaks loose. “uhhh derr out of orderrr , let the record show that Mr. Norse made a Nazi salute and should be removed.. arghhh against the dignity of (something) …should be removed….” Oy the trauma, let’s take a recess. Then there’s what looks to be a real cop shows up, all gung ho to arrest this homeless hippie Santa. This happened in 2002 but the furor still rages on :

Robert Norse :I’ve offered to settle a costly lawsuit. I’ll drop my financial demands for tens of thousands of dollars in the “two-second mock-Nazi lawsuit” if the city of Santa Cruz will stop wasting money on ticketing homeless people for sleeping where they must at night. But Mayor Ryan Coonerty and his Council say no.

In the last year the city spent more money on police, hosts and private “security.” For what? To bust the poor for sitting on a public bench for more than an hour? For smoking a cigarette outside the library after it’s closed? For holding up an “End the Sleeping Ban” sign at City Hall at 10:30 at night? Cops spent public money to take all these “crimes” to court last year…..

Let’s end such costly stupidities as last year’s seven-day infraction trial for singing homeless songs near Mayor Coonerty’s Bookshop Santa Cruz, the week-long misdemeanor Peace Camp 5 trial for sleeping, and the city attorney’s personal appearance to convict Wes Modes of walking in a New Year’s eve parade.

http://www.santacruzsentinel.com/opinion/ci_18067570

SANTA CRUZ – In an effort to give government leaders greater authority to control public meetings, the city of Santa Cruz has urged the U.S. Supreme Court to hear an appeal of a free speech case brought by a persistent City Council critic who was arrested after making a Nazi salute and refusing to leave….http://www.mercurynews.com/breaking-news/ci_18241694

Lawyers for the city argue in a petition filed with the nation’s highest court this week that officials nationwide need better guidance on limitations for maintaining order during public proceedings. The city notes that courts do not tolerate “hate gestures” similar to the one made by Robert Norse – who claims his ejection from a March 2002 council meeting violated the First Amendment – and therefore cities shouldn’t have to, either.

Norse, 63, a resident of Santa Cruz and Felton, said the appeal, formally called a petition for a writ of certiorari, demonstrates city leaders are “thin-skinned and thick-walleted.” He said, “They want the power to intimidate critics that are clearly not being disruptive.”

http://www.mercurynews.com/central-coast/ci_18243103

Movie: Limitless

  

Eddie Morra has the world by the balls, or at least he feels like it, save for those troubling side effects of NZT.  Having been treated to a depressing lunch by a condescendingly kind ex, and recognized wandering through the streets by his ex-brother-in-law living his unfocused, unmotivated, drug and alcohol addled life out of a fleabag in NY, he feels like there is nowhere to go but up. Then he discovers NZT ,which seems like almost a kind of meth* for rich people- and  he is suddenly endowed with what looks to be almost magical mental powers, he learns to speak any language, gets any chick, kicks anyone’s ass, out-thinks any situation, makes tons of money and does so in an aging-ex-druggie-loser-turned Equllibrium/Matrix-pretty-boy-Matthew McConaughey/Gavin Newsom hybrid with super-blue contact lenses  kinda way-even getting the better of De Niro. There’s a few plot flaws that are glaring enough for most to say ‘how could he have not thought of that?’ but those may have been intentional- which poses a challenge to the movie’s title, if it is indeed limitless after all-because magic pill or not, you are still you- even when you think you have overthought it all.

Ok, that said…  NZT seems to also create a Hollywood version of what is now called bi-polar disorder, previously called manic-depression. This film is disturbing - but not surprising-the striving  to make desirable ‘enhanced’ qualities one gets from drugs- and a state that  mimics what people feel like who have manic-depression, not super-ability- I prefer this to the ‘bi-polar’  as it seems more descriptive- as most of us go through highs and lows but we have some ability to regulate ourselves either by various means, external or internal- friends, sports,hobbies, volunteering, creative outlets…but the M/D people don’t seem to have that resource though they go to great lengths to hide it- when they can. 

Here the idea is reinforced that we need to be falsely ‘improved’ and that improvement is magical, pharmaceutical and extreme- real life is sucky, shyttty and generally demoralizing and humiliating  as well as the portrayal of yet another white male- gaining self-acceptance, success, attention while on said pharmaceutical/magic powers crap behaving as if he is manic much of the time yet perceiving that as having control and feeling great-it is to testosterone appeal what I suppose those ‘are you sad?’ zoloft-type ads are for women,where one minute you are in bed practically comatose and crying, or staring past your kids at some geraniums that are wilting before your eyes- the next you are dining on some tropical beach with a freakin’ silver fox. Right.

There is also a very sneaky meta-message…that a lot of guys are Eddie Morra before, and you , the viewer- are probably one of them. It is not the message of Bond or what I call action-d*ck -a/d films, where the viewer is in on the fun. It is meant for the viewer to identify with pre-NZT Eddie, the Eddie who has been twice-dumped, can’t work or pay his rent, and when the shit wears off, always has effed up hair and is somehow way less pretty than the ‘after’ Eddie. Thus it can’t be lumped in with white guy feel-good a/d films or even Mad Men-ish middle-agey, old-timey feel-good stuff.

Nope, none of those guys in those type shows started off as a loser than I remember. None of those guys got anything because of dope- Rx or otherwise. None of those guys had to morph into anything magically to be, do or get anything. Point being, the new Eddie- however pretty- is not really even cyborgishly hawt even fake improved-because At The End of The Day, Eddie is no more than a commercial for white guy bad self-esteem, and probably for that very reason, left me only wanting to sniff the scent of new car leather more than Ed’s nifty NZT sweat..Eddie, you are not The One.

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Addendum to the anon email> Yes, I have posted in the wee hours prob from too much coffee intake, but no, I don’t have m/d- my blood pressure is low, my heart rate is low. I don’t like planes or roller coasters, most of the time logy and calm to a fault, don’t think I could even fake manic.

 No, I am not making fun of the people that have ‘it’, meaning they don’t have terrific control of regulating their mental state and all the various minutiae of brain parts that usually do a lot of this on their own. Yes, I have made fun of the excessive use of  definitions in the DSM as they do seem overly applied to white people especially ( and especially those with generous insurance) and if you have a DSM you know how much is continally added to it and how much seems ridiculous - and yes I think people are over-diagnosed and Rx’d- but- if people really need it  I’m not against it at all and they should make whatever informed choice is best for them and not feel any kind of shame that would stop them from getting help or cause them to try to self-medicate , or  seek help for the self-medicating and not the real problem.

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*No, I don’t do or am on any drug(s), Rx or otherwise aside from the occasional ibuprofen, caffeine and nicotine and any cinnamon hot candies- and never tried meth, you can pee test me any time. If you have come this far I have a surprise in your cracker-jack box from stuff  I have been reading that is oh yeah so chock  full o’ corn-syrup-fueled hatery goodness (and scary pictures)…brought to you once more by Dino’s Deli, home of the Darth Evader 5 ft sub- come to the dark side, we have baklava!

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High and Low Context Cultures…..as applied to Us

 

 

Powerpoint format  http://www.fdu-harmon.com/EXEC%206660/ManagingCultDifferJune08.ppt

http://fbemoodle.emu.edu.tr/file.php/99/Chp2_Mgmt_414.ppt

http://www1.ximb.ac.in/users/fac/bppatra/bppatro.nsf/dd5cab6801f1723585256474005327c8/8a3ad4c136cc0dace5256b1e00248865/$FILE/Hofstede%20and%20Trompenaars%20compared.ppt

Have been reading the research of  Fons Trompenaars, Edward T. Hall, Geert Hofstede. I find it interesting as it is not based on the ‘shhh, it isn’t nice to notice differences’ model , which makes the assumption that any noticing of differences is bad and mean, meaning denial of reality. Now some of this kind of research is naturally going to be co-opted and spun by the reality-hater/deniers  into the tiresome and lame promoters of pretend sameness, but the original studies don’t do that. 

In this type of research, no one is getting up and cheering for either side- they are just noting that even within a larger group that one identifies as, there are ethno-cultural differences, and this is an important thing- even if one looks at the power points and PDFs and says , ‘eh, I already knew all this’- it is interesting to see it all documented, ranked and scored. You might want to see how your country of origin stacks up against the US, and see whether you think you have or have not been influenced much by what is called the ‘American culture’ as compared to your ancestors, how you were raised, where you came from , or even compare various groups to one another. This isn’t about repeating  and explaining all the stuff I read, years ago I looked at the quantserve stats and demographics , I know youze guyz read. Even Sylvester the cartoon cat* reads.. I think.

http://www.geert-hofstede.com/hofstede_dimensions.php (input various groups, get comparisons)

It’s a thing that even within the larger group of one’s general identification can get one misunderstood, offended, frustrated, confused or even angry. They may not get what you say, or take it the wrong way. They may not get the joke. They may not appreciate or even vaguely understand what you are trying to say unless you are super direct with them. On the other hand, sometimes being super direct can have the same unpleasant effects. This research is geared towards business dealings, but it can and does carry over to much of life.

In nationalism, we are so used to being polarized towards the outgroups that we have often neglected our own differences within, which are most certainly there. I noticed the polarization factor with men and women years ago, but have also seen it creep into our own larger group ina destructive way - but it doesn’t have to be that way- and no one is saying anyone in our collective larger group has to change, that anyone is wrong, that one group is better because one group is  better at this or that. The better or worse at this or that is a good thing- that’s where we get into true diversity- that isn’t based on forced seminars and annoying cartoons for little kids.

These are things that are real and we can accept and use them in a complementary way. Of course there are exceptions, but we’re not talking about the exceptions.  The more I read of this kind of research, the more I know that the things I suspected all along were true, that it wasn’t just what I thought, or observation/speculation about this group or that- and it affects how we communicate, how we function, how we interact with others, how we understand or misunderstand each other.

I can tell you a little story about this concept of high-context cultures vs low-context ones. A while back I was walking amid the cliffs and dunes at the beach missing the yellowy, warm kind of sun and making an effort at pain management from a bike accident last year and exercising, lest people start sporting bumper-stickers that now read ‘Free Moo-Mia (as opposed to Mumia, for the un-Berkeleytized n shyt)’ - when I spotted someone I knew from some 20-odd years ago that I had a non-dramatic falling out with. Or rather,she spotted me.

 

They were in a group of three, a group of one woman and two men, one of the men looked like the son of the first. She stopped and asked if  I was me.  I remembered her name but couldn’t quite remember how I knew her at first,  either school or some job I had back then. She had moved away, and was visiting. She had adopted the style of someone not remotely from here: streaked and flat-ironed layered cut, overly plucked brows and what was mall-trendy clothing out here like five years ago or more, a blingy purse, shiny trinkets, cutsey keychains. I could mentally picture her on social media sites in party pictures.  The younger of the two men, who turned out was the son of the other man, had one of those awful Ed Hardy shirts said something like ‘love kills’ and had  a skull and barbed wire on it.

                         

It seemed like everything was going ok, but unfortunately, the  greetings  rapidly devolved into a horrific white version of what I have heard was something called  the ‘Oprah and Iyanla meltdown’ , and more because of upbringing than socio-economics – they had to have had more money than us growing up- I was forced into the part of Oprah**, feeling like I should comfort and forgive -for what I don’t even know-out of sheer uncomfortableness, though  it was all very weird and though I felt bad for this person, man did I want out of there.

 

 She was standing wth one arm akimbo, missing all my high-context culture cues:  looking down, looking away, fiddling with whatever crap I had with me, repeating stuff like “it’s fine, it’s fine” and did they want to get coffee? Since when did people hash anything out on the beach with someone they hadn’t seen in twenty years? With anyone? Weren’t scenes like this confined to couples, children and the dying? Whether or not I thought it was ok, she was doing it. I looked around, homeless guy in dunes, passed out, random dog-walkers, a dude on the trail on a segway.

 

    But…even though I felt like I was being quite Oprah-ish , I discovered lamely I had it wrong, she was the one who was angry, not that she thought I was angry at her. She wasn’t having any high-context niceties, she was wanting to resolve this (this what?) now and was going into  a chronology and details.  I kept waiting for the bigger point she was leading up to, but there seemed not to be one.  I didn’t even consider it a true falling out, as no one had been betrayed or injured in any way-but she went on and on, kind of interrogating me about things I had only the haziest recollection of and entire crevasses of non-memory.

 

As I listened, I thought this did not seem timeline worthy. I heard about perceived slights-slights that never resulted in anything, slights that I was unaware I had committed. I started to realize anything I said or did seemed prissy and/or dismissive, which may have even been true. What did she want from me? Perceived slights that in retrospect had to do with this high/low context cultures thing.

 

  I remembered being in a much worse situation almost as long ago as when I knew her, and what I had to do to get out of it not being the advice that was commonly given. Just like that situation, I realized that she wanted a particular thing-she didn’t want a concept , an explanation, some discursive rant or even espresso. She didn’t even want me to try and make her feel better.

 

Somehow, either because of the cold, or the fact I couldn’t bear another minute -I managed to do a quick calculation of at least three different possibilities of what she was after, then decided toplow through them systematically, down the path of each, u-turning if I should reach a cul de sac.  I now knew what I had

‘done wrong’ in dealing with this- I had overthought the situationand had to go back to the ‘particular and specific’ hypothesis rather than the general- I had apparently effed up with her several times with the high/low thing, and was starting to do it again when I realized, without knowing the name for what it was at the time- that I was doing it again, but this time I was learning what to do.

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*Syl, whom I have mentioned before- being someone in the Church of the You’re All Going To Dino’s Deli When You Die You Swarthy Meds ,  is part of the  and Ubiquitous Larger and ironically-named..Spaghetti Monster.  Syl, whether it is me (meds) or anyone else that is your target-you have made me laugh till it actually doesn’t hurt and I appreciate it- Dino’s welcomes you, should you inadvertently prove swarthier than preciously thought, demonic cat and all.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5HgghQB6YE&feature=related

 

  Professor Marvel :Better get under cover, Sylvester. There’s a storm blowin’ up – a whopper, to speak in the vernacular of the peasantry.   (Wizard of Oz)

                            

** Oprah thing- I know, I know but it seemed like the safe thing to do,usually playing mama always works whether it is nice mama or nasty mama-Oprah is such an amalgamation of things it seems one can’t go wrong when approached by angry and maybe not-so-bright lemmings. I recall reading once that being able to play a part like this doesn’t necasarily make one a bad nationalist, though I am paraphrasing and can’t remember whom to attribute said quote. I  think it had something to do with being able to sit down and have dinner….oh hell, it’s gone..

World Gone Wrong: When People Paid to Rescue Watch you Die

This happened in Alameda county (bay area). Suicidal white guy in his 50′s is out there, the water is shallow, the elderly mother calls for help, all the ‘first responder’ people show up, but like the guy said in the second video, they couldn’t save him because they didn’t have certification for land/water rescue or some BS. So, they watched the guy (Raymond Zack) for about an hour until the cold water got him and he probably passed out and drowned. I guess even after that they wouldn’t even get him, because a young woman who is a nurse swam out there and dragged him back.  I guess we really can’t rely on The Man, now can we?

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/2011/06/01/2011-06-01_california_man_drowns_himself_in_san_francisco_bay_while_emergency_responders_st.html

Some are saying it is some covert type of protest because of budget cuts – I can’t imagine things being that evil- but is it somehow meant to scare people that if they don’t get their money, they won’t save you? They make decent money and pensions as is. Not saying (before today anyway) they don’t deserve it, but if they think this is the way to ask for more …of course they will come up will all this stuff about changing policy, but gee, that doesn’t help Mr. Zack much. Was there a racial component? Would there be more of a hue and cry if Zack were black and not a middle-aged white guy? I’m not sure, but we do know they didn’t try to save him,  they watched as he drowned, and they didn’t even retrieve his body.

and here’s some bullshit apologetic- passing the buck, Buck? and it’s ‘loses their life’,  not  ’looses’.

It’s freaking shallow out there, like 6′ and it isn’t rough seas, it’s a placid part of the bay. Some young woman went out there and dragged his body back in and not one of them could say ‘eff this, I’m not going to stand here and watch him die.’ WTF?

“The political process made a decision that the cost was to much for the risk that the Firefighters would actually need to be trained to make this rescue. Management made a decision that the risk was to great to allow a Firefighter to get into the water because they knew their personnel were not trained. That is why the policy was written…..”  (oh you are soo full of shyt)

http://ethicsalarms.com/2011/06/03/comment-of-the-day-the-death-of-raymond-zack/#more-6682

Helpful Hints for Guilters, Grant-suckers and ‘Do-Gooder’ Grifters

 Are you a (White) Guilter,  Grant-Sucker or  Do-Gooder Grifter? Would you like to become even more effective in your non-effective hustle?  Have you listened for years to the do-gooder sermons but still feel like you’re not quite the government money-gobbling tool you know you could be? Well, we at EvilNaziRacistHaters, LLC have come up with some tips to help you do just that!

Tone:  Read your little narrative BS about your group like you are 12 and reading a 5th grade book report . Smacking lips and affecting a concerned tone is a plus , always deferring  to big daddy government whenever possible. You want to refer to anything gubbmintish, programs, funding etc., as if you were talking about either a well-loved relative- if professing how great your scam is -or a well-respected but gravely ill relative if you are asking for cash- but don’t actually cry, just sound solemn, serious and sad.

  Speakinrunonsentencesandgrammarthatdoesntmakesense? and.then.alternately.punctuate.like.this.for Drama. The first so you appeal to the young and earnest, the second so you appeal to ego- so the listener can vicariously collude in the ‘Doing Something’ ‘Making a Difference’ scam.  

The more it actually doesn’t make a difference in real life, the more you have to end it on that sacred whispery note , like they do on NPR when they are either giving introductions or saying their good-byes or like they are telling someone about a death. You want to sound like you were just given audience with the freakin pope when you speak about your sacred programs or quote famous people- even if it’s some douchebag  who says things like ’condensate’ for ‘condescend’. Never correct anyone because that’s just mean, and we all know.. ’mean people suck!’

Stop in the middle. Of sentences. Just continue. To pause. So that it is hard. To discern any.Critical thinking. About your Point. Or lack of one. Or effectiveness. Of what you’re doing. Also insert the questioning tone? Whenever. You. Want?

    That way, whether or not you have actually made a point, the host or listener is put on the spot of having to affirm whatever you said. Don’t wooorrry so much, their gig and your gig are like two sides of the same door- they want you to look good. Remember, they are not interviewing you to disagree, they won’t ask you to clarify. Just use that tone and people will pretty much answer ‘uh-huh’ or ‘that’s greeeeaaat, Emily, wow you’re doing a lot’  and just skip right on to their next question. You don’t even have to have any real answers, just keep on talking and employing the ? tone.

The.Short.Tiny.Sentences. and questioning tone? also carry a not-so-subtle meta-message that whatever you are saying is already understood and agreed upon by Every Good and Nice Person, while at the same time the tone itself  has a plaintive childlike quality-again asking for approval. If you disagree or question someone who speaks like that, it’s like criticizing a little cute kid who just said something like  ’that man was mean- people should be nice to animals, right Dad? ‘

A short list of commonly employed words and phraseology :   disproportion-ate/ly/ity,over-representation, access,  community engagement and awareness -use ‘community’ as much as possible. ‘Most vulnerable ‘(insert whatever group: families, people, children) and always say ‘children and families’ together - it sounds like you are doing more for more-play the kid card whenever you can. On board, inclusive, partnership, foundation, progressive …oh and don’t forge adversity…oh, I meant ‘diversity’.

Program(s), Remember, like being too rich or too thin-you can never have too many programs and you can absolutely never have enough funding .

You can even affect a down-home tone, especially if you are white -  ’fewd for kuh-mew-nah-tees’ It’s not  a regional accent, just pretend you are  talking a little kid out of being scared of the dark or refer back to that grade-school book report thing. Brassy working-class yard-duty teacher may even work if there is something to protest or be angry about, like unfairness or inequality- you want to try to shame the unrepentant into full-on Guilters by the implicit suggestion that  self-hating Guilter-dom isn’t just for uppity Thurston Howell types anymore-and if you are that brassy, working-class type, well maybe some Guilterness might rub off and provide you with the same warm glow the ‘my kid is a whatever’  bumper-sticker glow. If not, well, then you can always be an angry Guilter. You know, like an ex-smoker on a crusade. ‘Not in my town!’

Use the words ‘stories’ and ‘history’ even if there isn’t much in the way of either

Use the word ‘change’ a lot but never anything specific or tangible. Keep it feel-goody and general. If you can get people on for testimonials, so much the better. You can always edit them if they say something unsavory that wouldn’t go over well.

 Use  ‘serve’ even if you are getting paid, maybe especially if you are being paid. Stay away from saying the word ‘job(s) as applied to oneself, only use it for hypothetical jobs you help others get. 

Use the phrase ‘this work’ repeatedly as if it is some kind of holy, monk-like calling instead of just another government made-up program. Guilters especially dig this Holy Works thing. Then they don’t have to feel bad about how your five dollar mochas could buy seven toliets in New Delhi. Also, if you are part of the Holy Work (White) Guilter Association no one will call you bad, scary names, and if they do, just show them your card.

 So, Guilters, Grant-suckers and Grifters, take heart. We’ve got your back.

Fiction short: Memorial Day and the Endless War

” There’s no way I can make you understand what it was like…and if I did,” he trails off distracted by a bird in a tree. “I know I’m supposed to, but …so then you can feel like crap too? “

“Hey, even that counts, ” I say, “It all counts- even talking about talking about it . I ‘m not going to catch it , don’t worry ” and besides, I have plenty enough stirring around in my own head to be tortured by what’s in yours, even if I do feel bad when you tell it- but of course I don’t say this last part.  What am  I supposed to say?  ‘It’s OK, I’ve heard all this so many times in different ways, don’t worry about it dude, it’s all good.’  I want him to tell me the worst of it yet I know we’re not going to get there in a hurry. This is a long, slow rabbit hole. “Remember, we talked about this,  making others who don’t want to carry your emotional burdens- the guy you were telling me about  at the coffeeshop whether or not people are receptive to him he holds them hostage- how some people can deal with it, some can’t, some will unwittingly set you off and make it worse?”

He kicks the ground. “I don’t know if anything helps. I don’t know if I can be a normal person again, like I was. I can’t remember that guy, I feel like he’s dead. “

I don’t want to lie to him, tell him something like ‘Oh, things will get easier, chin up , those nightmares won’t be as bad…’ Nor do I want to tell him things might get worse, or that yes indeedy, that guy is dead, that pretty much not only with life not be the same as before- but that he has to stop expecting it ever will be -or that he will probably always have that slightly surreal feeling as if he were in a dream, that the ‘If-I-had-only-done-such-and-such it would have been me, or I wouldn’t have gotten this injury – that the or, or, or, will lie coiled in a basket waiting for a hot day to strike….we will  get to that.

” I used to have no questions- I knew what I was doing was right. Now I question everything. I f-ing question what I should have for breakfast and I can hardly decide that. It’s like I just want to sit and stare at things and not have my brain jumping around…” He is  breaking up tiny sticks and peeling the wood.  “Is it ok if we just stay out here and talk this time ?” he asks, looking down as if he is ashamed to ask even this much. Now I have to play the game of answering a question with a question, which I hate, but somehow have convinced myself it’s kinder to offer a choice.

” Would you be ok with that little indoor arboretum place? No one’s here but the janitors.” I have told this lie so often now I half-believe I will soon see a spectral janitor, mopping up hallways and whistling some sad song of the old west, wildroot and dust motes in the late afternoon light.  I wonder sometimes if they know the janitors are a lie and feel insulted. That they have entrusted me with their fears, their secrets and in turn, I fear them and make up imaginary protectors.  Um, no my mom can’t come to the phone, she’s ummm… in the shower.

“Yeah,OK”  he sullenly agrees. I let him open the door and hold it, walk a step or two, then wait another  breath. Like the man who doesn’t like to sit in a restaurant with his back to the front door-  I  follow. He starts loping forward- while I pretend  is my height or things I am carrying or that I’m distracted by something or almost anything that is slowing me down and holding me back,-never in front and preferably not alongside  like pals-the following behind- yet another of many clumsy you-trust-me-but-I- don’t-trust-you moments. I try to shake off the aholey, creepy feeling I get from this – that we are just hanging out, boogieing on down the road, but I want him to be where I can see him. In turn he shortens  his own stride, waiting for me to ‘catch up’ to him. It’s an uncomfortable dance, but here we are. I get through these soul-sick moments playing bits of 80′s tunes in my head.

So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills-You know the one, Dr. Everything’ll be alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left-Ask him how much of your mind, baby
‘Cause in this life things are much harder than in the afterworld…
In this life you’re on your own ……Let’s Go Crazy, Prince

He enters the garden area and slowly sits down on the cement bench-thing and leans forward and I notice he is still holding his little bundle of sticks. There’s some kind of rustling, a flicker of white feather.

“The birds- they aren’t afraid to come in here?” he asks “even though there’s people?”  He’s rolling the sticks between his hands now.

“No.” I say, looking through the glass wall at the painting of the hideous, almost dodo-ish pelican, with some douchebaggy inscribed metal thing: Donated by some rich f–k who also thought it hideous ,”Well…they’re kind of a pain at times.”

“I like them, ” he says. “I like to feed them, and the singing.”

“You do?” I ask, as if we are at a museum, as if we are both 7. I do this so as to avoid the possible subject of guns, hunting, killing, death. For now. “You know..” I begin..and this is almost like cooking, sometimes one has to make it up right then, as one goes along- I then betray the unspoken rule by offering a suggestion, rather than make him have to wade through more birdpoop to get to it on his own, ” being out in nature more often might be a good thing  for you.”

I try not to seize upon the one positive thing he says as if I were a vampire-vulture, always at the ready to feast upon what is still living in him, or dead-but that is exactly what we are both doing;  scavenging what is left-  tearing away at the bone.

 

 

What if……

   “ Dreamers of sleepers and white treason
We dream of rain and the history of the gun
There’s a lighthouse in the middle of prussia
A white house in a red square….”   

                                                                    Dominon, Sisters of Mercy (Floodland 1987)
          I noticed today, (well now yesterday) that no one seemed to be zapped into …wherever- though I had gotten the flyer about the End of the World or something that was supposed to happen . Then I heard it was supposed to be at 6 pm, but still didn’t notice that anyone had disappeared.  Remnant zombie sinners, looting the leftovers of the holier-than-me- were not roaming the streets.  I would not be getting the no longer useful (to the raptured) Prii, or Kindles, or much of anything. There wasn’t even anything dumpster dive-able. Yet another moment of  existential angst, punctuated by New Order (Substance) and Sisters of Mercy (Floodland)  soundtrack.  I pulled over on the coast highway as the heresy in my head began to play…

      I started thinking about how we as a nation seem to  fail, flash  and flail an awful lot, but we have one thing going for us….consistency in our effuppery. I started thinking….what if… you know how there are countries that are pretty much all about one thing but are super-awesome at that one thing? Like say, oil. Or food. Or Fashion. Or drug-running and beheading.  Or people running through the streets carrying coffins and burning sh*t ( Warning, dangerous levels of sarcasm  ahead that may be construed as defeatism).

   Well….. we could be the Entertainment Nation.  And that’s all.  We wouldn’t have to worrry about having to be ‘best’ at anything. No one would have to take tests, or even make an effort academically. You could if you wanted, but it wouldn’t matter, because we’d all be actors. It would be all about the twitter feed, the you tube videos, reality TV, Jerry, Maury, Oprah, Geraldo and even the nighttime ‘respectable’ talking heads- we could all get on board,  be part of the squicky feeding frenzy. No one would worry about selling out anyone else, because we’d all be selling out. Our neighbors could bid on possible reality contracts with each other, satisfying  voyeristic desires whilst noshing on some crappy food  product ‘like buttoned’ by yet someone else,  watched as they do so, while watching and maybe earning some kind of mileage per bite or channel review.  If you think there are far too many channels and reality shows now, just wait until entertainment nation, where TV is your new reality and commercial breaks  your actual life.

     Why would  we be surprised we would be headed anywhere else when our masters are so good at everything Hollywood, everything mind-eff manipulation, everything pro-them-at-any-cost, everything-bad-for-us,- in-our-face-crap 24-7? Why should we keep pretending to be about anything else when it is clear we are a no-attention-span, non-critical-thinking UNculture hell bent on destroying whatever remains from Before.  We can just be the shallow nation, the d-bag nation, the wigger nation.  “You have in your basket a natural disaster, some hazelnuts, a teen singer, a body builder, an axolotl,

Eye Ahmm An Ameeeaarreeekahn!

 a serial killer and a papaya, now go chefs!”.  Like I was telling someone the other day, like Jesus, we have found our niche market behind the sharp end of  a nail.

 

Suspect arrested in Bryan Stow beating case

Bryan Stow, EMT and Giant's fan in better days.The question no one is asking: Was he really beaten for being a Giant's fan or because he is White?

 

 A tip from a parole agent led Los Angeles police to the man suspected of being one of the two assailants in the brutal beating of Giants fan Bryan Stow at Dodger Stadium, police sources said.

At about 7 a.m. Sunday, a Los Angeles police SWAT team descended on an East Hollywood apartment building with a warrant in hand. Using loudspeakers and with guns drawn, officers called out to the occupants of Apt. 25, said the building’s manager Maritza Camacho.

Inside, along with several other people, was one of the men police suspect in the March 31 beating that left Stow with brain damage. One by one, the occupants emerged, Camacho said. The man taken into custody had a bald head and tattoos on his neck and arms, she said, a description that appeared to match the vague sketches released by police of one of the two suspects. She added that he did not appear to resist being taken into custody.

Several police sources, who requested their names not be used because the investigation was ongoing, confirmed that the man taken into custody was one of the two suspects in the beating. Police officials declined to give details, including the name of the suspect.

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2011/05/tip-lead-to-suspect-in-dodger-stadium-beating-case.html

Hopefully there will be more on this, and perhaps the one s*&thead will roll on the other.