"...hands on"

"...saved the Union"

I went to the Brooklyn Main branch today. I likes it there. They have everything the Times Square branch has,...except the lions out front.
I later sat by the Civil War arch across the street. This commemorating the "Grand Army of the Republic. The Army that saved the Union from the Slaver Southern Aristocracy.

It was good to get out of my digs be in the sun chat with folks, and pick up a few books. Sometimes when the weather is right the sun bright, and everybody having sun induced Vitamin D overdoses. When this happens we're all high on nature, and each other's company.

I'll take this over gloomy grey days, and hostile paranoia any day.

The general cheerfulness extended to my local deli where the nice Palestinian owner gave me free orange juice with my order. "This is good for you" he said.

"...gas"

Okay so I 'round a corner, and bump into this guy. Hey it happens. "Could go in any direction.
I'm abducted to Planet X invited to join a book club.
He tries to sell me a subscription to "Gay Robot Terror Gazette".
Heck maybe he just asks directions to Brooklyn. 

Life is like this. Well mine is anyway.

Come to think of it. I think I met this guy the last time I was in the Nuthouse. Yeah he was the big guy they had to hold down while they defused that North Korean nuke he had shoved up his butt.

How or why it was there who knows. I was just happy my Morphine injections came regular. Hey life is a gas!

Proper credit for the image. 
(Hugo Huerta an action figure artist, and FB comrade did the robot.)

"...hell"

Easter. Here's where it all goes to shit for me. Okay the guy might have existed he might have been nice to folks he might have said a few useful things. 

So far so good.

Then they say he's a fucking Zombie. Not only that, but he can appear, and disappear. He fucking shows everywhere to freak out his family friends, and assorted fans.

Now mind you that whole bunch watched him die in a particularly unambiguous way. Them Roman guys fucked him up good,...no question. He was bleeping for sure dead when they got through with him.

To top this off the try to sell us on him rising into the sky. Yeah I know. I thought the same thing when they told me this when I was a kid.

So there he is "Ascending"

Picture it. He's all done up in fresh robes has frigging bleeding holes all over him, and a shit eating grin on his face. Then he just up, and shoots into the clouds. Well actually we don't know the speed. I mean it could have been slow with him saying stuff to his fans as he split.

However none of this was written down. You'd have thought after a millions years they would have made something up. Like they have for everything else related to all this noise.

So he gets up there into the clouds where he remains to this day. He's there watching through the ages. Nosing in on all Seven Billion of us. Taking notes for the Great Judgement. This where he shoves 98% of us into an eternal Oven. A Holocaust that never ends.

I questioned the Nuns about this, and always got, "...Jebus is kind, but Just. ???? ...the fuck. That still don't make sense. So he loves us, but for whatever reason or reasons he's going to shove Seven billion folks into the Oven.

Well given all of the above you see my problem with all this. Still I like the painted eggs, and the chocolate bunnies. Like most I like biting the head off first then working my way down.

Then again there's that crowd that bites the tail off. Then works their way into the guts. Boweling the bunny alive.

Happy Easter.

"...sets"

The whole world seem to be going Nuts. However table top electric trains have never failed anyone. I just luv 'em! I got my first set when I was six, and I still have it.
Everything in the world has changed.
However like the moon, and the stars electric train sets still have the power to charm, and comfort.
Thank gawd.

"Pink"

Spring cleaning today. Emptying my closets of winter's leftover stuff. Bags boxes mystery items. All the things that just accrete. Dragging in two full loads of laundry as well. This is going to be an effort. My dear sister Sylvia took me shopping for Easter outfits...I'm older, but she's really my big sister. She's been taking care of me since we were little.

It was fun to get out, and stumble about midtown Manhattan. with her. I'm a bit if a shut-in so the change was good.

Just like when we were kids, and we would just take off without telling our Ma. We'd just go have adventures. We'd roam for miles. In them days kids were mostly safe being out alone. Would that such times could return. Also got a neat haircut. We went to a barbers school. All those sweet young kids who are artists at it.

Me I always settle for just going anywhere, and telling them to, "...just cut it short." Period. Sylvia took me to a barbers school. All those sweet young kids who are artists at it. My talented young Russian barber well she had a time with me. I had months of jungle on top of my head. However it came out neat!

Like most men with shopping I'm very direct. Go in grab what you need then beat it. However with my sister we grazed. She knows how to shop. In fact she said to me...you just sit down I'll find what you need. I did, and she did.

I needed a serious make over.

She did the deed. So new more cheerful duds. In fact while grazing in the t-shirts zone she pretty much told me no more of them "depressing dark things you keep wearing."
Bright colors for me from now on. In fact she reminded me I'm gay. hey I get distracted, and forget. Being Queer she said I should have a cooler brighter fashion sense.

Later, above,  she too me the Gay part of Heaven so I could see how it's done...note the bright neon yellow shirt she made me wear. Btw way it was really crowded up there. Seems most folks is Queer. Just fucked up in the closet self-hating...I always suspected as much.

I now have some hot pink t-shirts, them, and things with palm trees on them. ...I'm there thinking, "...I dunno."

Well,...I'm wearing hot pink as I post.

Exhibit "A" at top of post. Hot Pink.

"...it was handy"

I had Diet Pepsi for Breakfast. I had motive, and opportunity.

I had left over Chicken Wings too.

"A Happy Exception"

I visited my dear pals from my radio days Paul, and Sharon Martin tonight. Lots of fog going, and coming. Swell Chinese take out enjoyed. Talk of adventures long ago, and the counter revolution against #45 today.

A swell evening.

"Time, and Again"

Speaking of the "Way Back Machine" Here's a blog post of mine from September 22, 2007.

"Hi gang. Happy daze! Two of my favorite things are back. Fall, and my free ranging kat Gracie. She that whole block looks after, and chilly winds have come back to the bosom of my affections.

Besides that I just have to tell you this.

It just happened as I put the period on the last sentence. The phone rings. I'm right now in the newsroom of Wbai radio where I work. The call was from the head of public relations for the United Nations. Yeah,...'that' United Nations."

"Seems some our nuttier listeners, which is most of them, have been besieging the U.N. with incoherent calls. All this stems from some Drive-Time host yesterday attacking the U.N. This in a seriously sweaty way for reasons that aren't clear..

I tell' ya folks you can't make this stuff up.

Anyhow the upshot is they're going to lift our press accreditation if we don't tell these loonies to back off.

How about that.

Here I am minding my own business, and the whole U.N. calls up to threaten me. Most folks are only threatened by the electric company,...or ex-boy or girl friends. However I got the whole U.N. on the phone giving me hell."

"Where else could this happen!
I just love New York,...and so does Gracie!"

Above was 11 years ago,...I've had a weird life.

Btw "Gracie" was an electric, and or enchanted cat. How this happened who knows. However it made finding her in the dark easy.
(...there she is above. By now she's been long in Kat Heaven.)

"In Other News"

"Gawd a Goner" part I

Millions of Communist Pagan Queer Anarchist Dionysian Pornographers certain Roman Catholics, and their Libertarian attorneys breathed a sigh of relief today. This as news of the demise of the Supreme Being was released by both NASA, and the Chinese Space Agencies. Floating in orbit about Mars the remains of what many believe to be the "Big Guy" is to be retrieved for examination.

Calculations estimate that although this entity is thought to be "you know who" he's actually rather petite. Measuring in height no more than four foot eleven.

That, and apparently wearing female makeup. News that the Lord of Hosts is not only dead, but a suspected transvestite, and possibly Homosexual has commentators abuzz with speculation.

When reached for comment the Pope reportedly said, "...You Fucking Shitting me!!!
The Dali Lama, "Eh,...sorry who's dead?
The obscure yet strangely influential Uncle Sydney said, "...Good riddance I always hated that scumbag." Now we can worship Santa full time. At least with that jerk there's a pay off."

Besides the remains of the Lord of Lords floating in Mars orbit. The Hubble Telescope also found what seems to be the mortal remnants of Godzilla, King Kong, The Wolf Man, and Snow White.
The reality of these characters thought till now to be works of fiction has thrown a rather large subjective monkey wrench into what philosophers had thought was reality.

We should expect a number of sweaty confused, and incoherent press conferences, and annoying documentaries by theologians comic book artists politicians science fiction writers, and assorted nuts with guns, and whiskey.

Stay tuned to this Blog for further news, and updates.

"...a detail"

Sheriff Alcibiades Broadjump of Rosebonnet County Arizona. (Above,...eh, on the right.) He was called in by NASA, and the NSA to Houston to examine, and identify the holy remains. Alcibiades is a grand nephew or something. Anyway he was the only DNA match in the NSA database.
Sheriff Broadjump sez he knew his great uncle was Gawd. This is why he's a third generation Satanist. Whole family both sides. Seems they signed up with the other team. Sez our satanic Sheriff, "...everybody knew what a total loser, and incompetent asshole uncle was." 
"We figured we'd get a better deal with them devil spooks,...so far we have."

"Wanted Gawd",...no experience necessary

"Gawd a Goner" ...part II

A follow up on our 'Bulletin' above! With the passing of the Lord of Hosts in the orbit of Mars a general call has been put out by a Synod of all the major, and whack job religions of the world.

A casting call to the multitudes for the job of Supreme Being.
On the retrieval, and careful examination of the previous Gawd it was found the he was just some guy. No holy whiz bangs whatever.

He apparently was Hatfield Broadjump a former plumper for the Kansas City Department of Mental Hygiene. He went missing on his lunch break in August 1932, and it seems had been Gawd ever since.

Btw his death along with the deaths of the others found in Mars orbit remains a mystery. Seems a contract was found in the back pocket of his liquid metal robes detailing the job, and how it's gained, and passed on.
According to this document this has been going on forever. Our G-ds are just regular folks chosen at random to care take this end of creation.

Apparently there are other G-ds all over the universe doing the same thing for their patches.

As for if there's a "Boss of Bosses".
A high, and mighty "Big Guy" somewhere we don't know.

Which sort of puts us right back where we started in this whole religion gawd thing.
Anyway once the sucker is chosen, and the contract signed,...eh with just a pen. None of that signed in blood stuff for this gig. All that noise is set aside for the 'other' position. Ahem.

Once the mark is signed sealed, and delivered he gets all the powers, and hard times all g-ds have to put up with. Yeah the poor sap has to listen to seven billion demented sweaty contradictory vengeful prayers...everyday.

This, and speak to all as in 'all' of us in our dreams. This to try to make us behave.
That, and helplessly watch us do the same fucked up shit over, and over like we always do.

...every day.

As the contract sez, "...Chose Carefully. More as reports come in.

"The Green Book"

My friend Ken Gale from my broadcasting days, and I were having a chat on his page. This about comic books culture history, and the things we live with. He mentioned that the "Green Book",...that guide to where traveling American Negros in the Jim Crow era could safely go.

Ken mentioned that in the 1940 edition of the "Green Book". The NYC Metropolitan Museum of Art is not mentioned as "safe".

It wasn't.

There were "White Only" days. That is certain days when Coloreds were not allowed to enter. They've btw buried that truth. You'll find it nowhere online.
It's become an oral history from those that were there then.
The Met was a place my folks never took us. I didn't understand why at the time. There being a burned paper trail I can't find the Jim Crow rules they used, and the dates they used them through. It's no surprise that to this day I have never been to the Met.

It just became an off limits area that stuck.
Those of us that lived during Jim Crow have reflexive reactions to certain places. Even to whole regions that were unsafe for us. Even now 60 years later I'm uncomfortable traveling deep on to Long Island. Even though it's become far more multicultural. Back then if you weren't a maid driver or laborer you had problems.

In my mind's eye it's still "Whites Only". I imagine it always will be. This despite the large Indian Paki Mexican Haitian population out there now. Racism leaves strange scars.

"Laff Klown Laff!"

I have no idea how clowns became so popular back in the day. I really ought to read up on this odd tradition. Well maybe it made sense when traveling Carnivals were the only weird shit in town.

There you are slopping the hogs or being hacked to death in a pogrom. This or burying most of your village after a plague or one of them unpleasant Viking visits. 


Then along comes the Carnival to cheer things up. Heck even the local Lord, and his murdering rapist pals from the Castle come to join in the festivities.
Acrobats weird animals guys swallowing pigs whole juggling burning pots of fire actors doing funny plays about Milk-Maids, and Priests, and of course our old pals the Clowns.


These days I could use a bit of that mayhem myself!
However with the ocean of weird fucked up shit we have access to 24/7 these days. I really don't think criminally insane depressed old guys in fright wigs, and war paint does the deal anymore.


Especially since now they're tightly so identified with Mass Murderers Rapist Communist Pedophile Cannibals, and greasy substitute homeroom teachers.
I swear these guys are just creepy. 

Okay maybe they mean well. That is when they're not out eating people or kidnapping them so as to turn them into handbags raincoats or singing in the subway, and bothering you for change. 


The specimen in the doorway above there is a tad worrisome.


On the other hand maybe the guy there is 'just' a sweet jolly fellow out to bring a touch of joy into this shit stained nightmare of a world we stumble around in. Sure he's in an old dark bunker in a deserted portion of Prospect Park in Brooklyn on a grey depressing Saturday Morning.
However perhaps he truly just means to brighten the day of any isolated unawares person that happens by,....then he'll stab slash, and eat them.

The only exception to all this btw is a swell group called "Clowns Without Borders".  No lie these folks really exist have for years, and do the real deal.

They're more like them ancient Carnival Clowns that entertained folks after the the Khan's Hoards finished burning every village for 500 miles around. After that shit them hacked raped gutted Proles was in serous need of laffs.


You can find these swell folks here:
 http://www.clownswithoutborders.org/


These nice folks go to all manner of second, and third world Hellholes when things are still as Medieval as during the smoky times of the Khan, and his pals.

'Matter of fact the swell daughter of some dear pals of mine is a gleeful member of this neat bunch. You bet I'm proud of her!

As for the other variety what can I say. Geez ya know I shouldn't be so hard on these folks as I may end up being a street clown before this mess is over myself.

Ya never know how you'll finally end up.

Well okay, but I draw the line at being a rapist or cannibal...all the other stuff we'll see.