Only 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.

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Smurf Nazis Must Die!

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

“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.

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.



MO: University loses big donor, says radio host’s remarks re Christmas trees were anti-semitic..

The University of Central Missouri loses  big donor as  Dutch jew donor Benoit Wesly , withdraws what amounts to over 2 million in support..and over what?  Was it because of what he said about bringing back the tree, or the fact that the radio host pointed out this Podolefsky as the cause of the Christmas tree takedown? Who really knows- link below summary:

“For years there was a Christmas tree lit at Selmo Park. He stopped that,” Hassler said of Podolefsky. “I think every religion should be able to celebrate in their own way, but we do live in Warrensburg, Missouri. This is America, you know? Let’s bring that back.”  Greg Hassler, a part-owner of KOKO-AM, which broadcasts UCM sporting events and is not paid by the university, was hosting his daily morning show when he talked about the absence of a Christmas tree on the lawn of the president’s campus residence, known as Selmo Park…Wesly, who could not be reached for comment, has said the remark was anti-Semitic.

…In an e-mail to the outgoing university president, Aaron Podolefsky, Wesly wrote that he would immediately cancel a promise to sponsor the $100,000 Maastricht Friendship Award ….also ended discussions to set up the $2.5 million endowed chair, Podolefsky said. The chair was to be a memorial to Wesly’s brother, who was killed in the Holocaust.

Nationalism at 6000 + feet

In some of these you can see the smoke from the Yosemite fires that hung over the lake. Usually you can see the mountains across the lake when it is clear.

It looks overcast, but it wasn’t, it was warm- the overcast is the smoke.

Can’t get sunburned in the shade-I don’t think you can, anyway. Some people feel weird this high up coming from sea level, but I felt better. Go figure.



 I like the  natural pine and A-frame  style that is common in the mountains.

Here you can see stateline in southshore.

 a pic I grabbed off the net – winter shot of the cafe  where I ran  into the skins I mentioned in a previous post-

   they have free  wireless, it was  quiet there, no  music- for which I was grateful, and people aren’t loudly talking about their business obnoxiously like at- well- you know the place.

I  didn’t go, but I heard this guy has some ‘politically incorrect’ songs, though wiki says some of Johnny Rebel’s songs get labeled as Coe’s on filesharing sites.


 This was unusual, Canadian geese in southshore.

What an original name for a snack truck. Sandwich on a Roll, Tires on a car, Roof on a house…DERRRRR…





On the bay bridge , early evening.

Life Without (White) People….


Last weekend as I  sadly watched video of Greece burning  I thought of a painting I have up on this blog somewhere- Jan Brueghel
, The Burning of Troy, and I started thinking about  things that are getting destroyed, how they will have to rebuild- I then started thinking of that show- “Life without People”. Later I saw the same show referred to on  Incogman’s blog   I started thinking of alternate titles for this show – There’s at least two directions to go with with this, one is the one shown in the pic I photoshopped below (yeah, I know I’m not the greatest photoshopper, but you get the idea).  OK, the first direction one could go would  illustrate that when we go civilization goes, and the violence, sickness,chaos and ultimately plagues and  savage-like ‘cultures’ that would result. It would not take long for language to be lost, being that so many already don’t have even a basic command of it as is. The other direction to take the concept would be …”Life Without *******” uh yeah, you can fill in the blank-” – a video could be made that shows areas that have turned to crap actually starting to become clean, well-built cities- graffiti , drive-bys, gangs, etc. Yet another idea could be a historical review including things from ‘apartheid’ to the  Roman Empire to the settling of this country to Vikings to ? which would be recounting many of our important inventions and accomplishments.  I plan to try to make a photo/music video myself using the theme portayed in the picture below.


Santa Cruz: Lost Weekend

  • laughing Sal. This thing reminds me of something at the Cliff House, originally at Playland at Ocean Beach

    me and skeleton pirate, Santa Cruz

    me and skeleton pirate, Santa Cruz



  • Last month went to Santa Cruz, combined my own photos with ones I found-SC is still a fun place, even though the beach is overrun with mexicans, under 30 grandmothers, gang tats- kids scoping out your stuff to see if you are leaving anything lying around to steal- yo name it- and… how does one gain weight in one’s head again?  Cops in uniform walk up and down the beach all day scouting for beer and pot so don’t worry too much. Kids will have a great time: the water is fairly shallow and no waves to speak of as it is like a large cove, and there is no admittance fee just to go in and walk around- don’t bother buying the all-day ride pass unless you intend on going on the many hurl-worthy rides-one caution: the food is a total rip. At almost 4 bucks for an ice-cream cone that isn’t one of those super-great huge frosties like in Tahoe, but more like McDonald’s , 3 bucks for soda and 5 for beer,  you’re better off finding  a place to stay that has a mini-fridge and get take-out or bring lunch with you . There’s a diner on Ocean street that isn’t bad. If you stay somewhere close you can avoid parking  hassle, and can come and go day and night more easily but the closer you are, the more party/loud people.


Merry-go-round, boardwalk ride as seen in the movie ‘The Lost Boys’. –

Yeah, the lost boys vampires rank right up there with my post on  Hal  ‘ruling the night’  80’s glam band  stuff, but it beats  this:

sorry, but I prefer Lugosi or even Sutherlands type over Cruise and Pitt as half-faggy  vampiresLouis, did you know there’s a sale at Ikea this weekend?
sorry, but I prefer Lugosi or  Sutherland over Cruise and Pitt as half-fag vampires-this is just so ..eww. I hear Johnny Depp is slated to play a vampire in some upcoming movie. Wonder if they will dress him in all that flouncy stuff.  There’s some really bad TV out there.  Recovering from surgery last month I saw  ‘Paranormal State’. This Depp wannabe ‘investigates’ ghostly happenings with a team of high-school goth dudes and chicks like the one below:

Occult Specialist or Corey Feldmans sister?Occult Specialist or Corey Feldman’s sister?