Watching it grow
Ah, leave it to Giger….
![YEAH, WHAT HE SAID](http://www.norelpref.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/entropy_25oct91_a.jpg "think of this before you decide to \\"grow the business\\"")
Om Mani Padme Hummer
Yay capitalism!
Woopee, free enterprise!
Onward, democracy!
Hurray for non-cynical for profit corporations!
And Homer Simpson weeps briefly, but still decides to frequent Dunkin Donuts. “Mmmmmmm…Terrorist Donut…….”
And hip hip hooray for army morale!
Challenge for MIT Intelligentsia
And also a challenge to Stanford, CalTech, Princeton and all other “institutions of higher learning”:
Stop with building better ping pong ball launchers and pitting beaver-bots against each other and accomplish the following: Create a new sustainable fuel source that is cheap, easily manufactured and distributed, and most important – will power any vehicle on the market today. Accepted? Good. Set you to your task, frat-peeps….
The Intransigent Elephant in the Living room
Say what you will about the Commander-in-Cheat, but you have to hand it to him: he never wavers. He says his policies have not changed, and he means it. Even when the facts are completely against his insipid convictions, he maintains his position, perhaps like a fly stuck to a warm lump of fresh dung. His sempiternal heel digging reminds me of a line from that bastard third film child in the Godfather Series, Godfather III, where head cheese Michael Corleone admonishes, “I rule this family – right or wrong!” Can you hear echoes of “I’m the decider”? And you have to admire the considerable cojones that smirking chimp must have to keep a straight face and play petulant statesmen in the face of increasingly tough questions and an abysmal “approval” rating that continues to plummet.
George Carlin: In the Bullshit Department, a businessman can’t hold a candle to a clergyman. ‘Cause I gotta tell you the truth, folks. When it comes to bullshit, big-time, major league bullshit, you have to stand in awe of the all-time champion of false promises and exaggerated claims: religion. No contest. No contest. Religion. Religion easily has the greatest bullshit story ever told.
The Bush administration may just be a contender to this thorny crown.
Shrub will probably maintain this puerile “I didn’t do it” demeanor until the end, which my friends is nigh. Very nigh indeed. Here’s hoping that the “history will judge” assessment comes hard upon the exodus of this blue blooded sap and his obtuse minions.
Shredded Wheat, and tautologies
(from 2003) Too early for shitty metaphors. For any metaphors today. Bozo tolerance wanes. How many coughers have we today? Public transport has it’s dark side. Phlegm management. Uncle tom hello. Tom turkey. Tom tom. Bang the drum slowly. Loss of rhythm. All bozos… all the prisons. The cells. The prison industrial complex which permeates all, all, all. Room for one more honey. Cough cough. Coughs seem to come in bursts of two. And here down the aisle comes the king of rapid coughing. Once in a while he emits a short unitary cough. Thank you for supporting Phillip Morris. Did I put a period at the end of my diatribe this morning? Or did I just express myself? Shit. If people are going to express opinions they can’t just expect that no one will comment or oppose them. Dissent is the first step in gaining an education. Not gratuitous dissent, but an informed opinion. Cough cough. Cough cough. Burst of two, I tell you. Maybe I should write a thesis on this phenomenon. Perhaps the two cough burst thing is also part of feeling constrained in social environment. Perhaps if coughers were alone, they’d cough their heads off. Two coughs at a time, the polite way to expel thy toxins. Eat more meat. Smoke more cigarettes. Drink more coffee. Cough. Cough. Clearing of the throat? Clearing of the mind? Clearance sale. Nothing must go. Everything must go, but nothing ends up going anywhere and we stockpile stupidity in a multilayered sponge cake of hey I thought you weren’t going to use any more shitty metaphors? Cough. Let me clear my throat just a bit. Friendly phlegm, mind you. Cough. But enough cough counting. Cough cough. Cough.
Self-serving Unit
Fuck, I’m glad that’s settled. Good night. Drive safe, everyone.
Oh, Oh, breaking news: another revelation! .
I want U2B Honest
We remain confident
You have to help us, Bob
Breathtaking
Two steps forward, four or five back…. It seems the moment we seek to do anything progressive at all in this country the flat-earthers just have to encroach upon this and drag us back to the stone ages, or to be more accurate, the middle-ages. They want to get medieval on our asses. All the religious right needs is a kind of imperious, take-no-prisoners Samuel L. Jackson type character to make us all keep in step with their version of “morality,” “reality,” and “the way things ought to be.” Or worse? A nostalgic and completely apocryphal longing for the way things “used to be.” Face it, they was bad then, and they bad now. Just in different ways. Instead of black and white television we have iPods. Maybe we should go back to the times of Warren G. Harding (formerly regarded as the worst President EVER, now dethroned by you know who) and the Teapot Dome Scandal.
Oh well. Sip thy chai tea or your latte and add plenty of cream or soy milk and sucrose, some splenda, grab a scone and set you to your task, whatever it may be.
Evil Auras
Happily, membotic cronies like these deceased ones are dying off in increasing numbers, and holy shit if the world isn’t changing–slowly, of course; but the credibility of the “old guard” is dwindling to nil and the oil barons and corporate whores and pimps are going to go down, way down. Here’s hoping we jail at least some of them next year and in the years to come. Maybe waterboard Blackwater…..
Very bad ideas
Cheez Whiz! Media entertainment state lies trump reality
Just LISTEN.
BFW!!!! TISM!!!!
To fill the immense sardonic, cynical void left by messrs. Bill Hicks, Frank Zappa, RAW and so many other sarcastic bastards: TISM!!!!
Ah, the audacity of hope indeed, indeed….Oh, and Bill O’reilly SUCKS—by his own admission! Things are looking up, droogies. Naughty pundit even uses the “F” word repeatedly, and I’m not talking about “Festooned,” or “Fastidious,” or “Fuliginous….”
What I’d like Barack Obama to read before he takes office next year
Or he can read it shortly thereafter. No matter. As long as he reads it, and then proceeds to Volume 2 to learn how we can possibly short circuit our own self-produced apocalypse.
Hope we don’t get f#@$ed again
arafat air is thin on arafat error fat we mcKillet so you don’t have to we are your hitmen give us your contracts, the orders. this bears looking into. or not. No time or desire to bloody your hands with the corpses of animals? No problem. We’ll handle it for you. distinguish between killing and murder. yes, to eat our food takes GUTS. and no shame. no sense of conscience. a limited awareness of things in general. very little historical acumen. and a full subscription to the propaganda mills of “pop culture” or mass media. general mills. yes, to eat our food takes guts – but not your guts, although through the digestive processes and the old elementary alimentary canal they are somewhat involved but we really need the brain or mind to engage here and reconsider the considerable damage you do every day to yourselves and others and continue to perpetuate all over the world with factory farming factory thinking factories factories olfactories not engaged properly to smell that smell, the smell that surrounds you…. a different kind of addiction we never talk about….
Bliss Revolution, or Let’s give god the clap
Compendium #57
65 minutes or so of audio vivisection and the usual guitar musings.
Who knows? Right?
Dogma, foregone conclusions, an embarrassingly tendentious media; people abdicating from critical thinking to become membotic cheerleaders for whatever agenda or cause; reducing everything to binary zero and one, black and white, into endless polarities, magnetic poles which never meet. Winners and losers. And get on the right side, you’ll be godlike (KFDM). We call it riding the gravy train, supping from the trough, circle jerking, good old boy networking etc.
Leonard Cohen may assert that “everybody knows,” in that gravelly, morose, slightly out of tune nasally lugubriosity (dripping with irony, yes, we know that) but it looks rather like “nobody knows.” And I ain’t talking bout the “trouble i seen.” Confronted with all that we DON’T know, and all the swirling mysteries life has to offer–an endless supply of enigmas–people generally make one of two choices: The first, to opt for faux security and attach oneself to a religion, political party, gang, or some other cult. Go with the herd mentality. Give up thinking. The second and least followed path is that of choosing to THINK, and think critically. The power to doubt, to question, to analyze, to not have to draw any conclusions. To be inferential rather than insist upon deductionary logic.
Sadly most opt for the former scenario, and let media pundits, preachers and other demagogues make up their minds for them. Then we have not only a few clueless people, but a whole hoard, a culture of clueless folks–but who ironically think they have “the truth,” or “the way,” or “the right agenda.” And the more they beat the drum of certainty, of “destiny,” the more wrong they appear, the more wrong they ARE.
So just for today, choose thought; venture into your own sense of reason–”pull yourself up by your own hair, and see the world with fresh eyes…..”
Funk abilities
Man, I am still weirded-out by that Law and Order episode. Yeah, this is non-sequitur, but that’s my prerogative. I resume the right to divigate. Hey, if you’ve got some time, and you have some level of proficiency with language, go to FREERICE.COM and help feed the world, twenty grains of rice at a time. Warning: feeding the world is addictive….
Give free rice to hungry people by playing a simple word game.
That desire
Makes y’all just a bit nostalgic, don’t it? At least he could, for the most part, put complete sentences together with a minimum of uhs and ums and other stuttering and stammering insipid rhetoric that we’re so unfortunately accustomed to….
Release the vibrations…
Fracture mechanics? Or fractured flickers? I recently got the Fractured Flickers DVD, and while I’ve yet to enjoy it’s pre-MSTK3000 jocularity and goofiness, I’m sure it will carry more authenticity and genuine laughs than the recent Law and Order episode I watched, called “Bogeyman.”
“Bogeyman” has to be the strangest LAO episode I’ve ever seen. The fictional cult, called (stupidly enough) “Systemotics”) modeled obviously after the hoard of Xenu is handled with super kid gloves, and even somewhat given a pass in this most insipid show. Either the producers of LAO have no balls at all or they are in league with the wackos, and that’s definitely a little creeeeeeppppeeeeee.
And there was no couch jumping in this episode at all, or manaical, psychotic laughter. Merely the slightest intimation that the cult might be, well, a little evil, or maybe just a tad paranoid. Nothing beyond the sanctioned psychotic states induced by, say, the Episcopalians, the Methodists, or Dittoheads.
But the show implies that Systemotics (read Dianetics/Scientology) is just a poor scapegoat and that their reputation for chicanery in the name of their stupid cult is all myth, legend. I tell you, it ISN’T.
Shit, what’s next for the writers? Maybe the Nazis weren’t such bad eggs after all?
Whole Lotta Lumps
I know: worst photoshop job EVER.
Once more, with feeling
My cult’s better than your cult, my cult’s better than yours; my cult’s better ’cause, well, just because, my cult’s better than yours….
HeavyConfetti
- Latcho Drom August 29, 2010
- Track Listing for “The State of Things” Album August 21, 2010
- Changes, future August 17, 2010
- The State of the State of Things June 21, 2010
- Working Three Tracks June 12, 2010
- the state of things without and around us June 8, 2010
- Long time no post…Three cuts from Phronemophobia April 17, 2010
- Kill Television! December 24, 2009
- The Cut of Your Gib October 25, 2009
- Don’t Blame Me October 25, 2009
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