"Ka-BOOM!"

This is an idea whose time has come. Bomb difficult characters, and groups with something useful. Carpet bomb terrorists with pork sausage sandwiches,...with mustard. Bomb the Klan with 60's classic Motown CD's. Hit them Nazis with Meth Bombs. That'll keep 'em busy. Also of course hit them Fundamentalist party poopers with Queer porn bombs. I say let the punishment fit the crime.

Above,...Music Bombs on Al-Qaeda

Humm,...'bout them Nazis. They're already hopped up on Speed. So how about Librium cluster bombs,...yeah that should do it. We could follow up with a strafing run of Valium. Maybe some Carlos Castaneda audio book bombs a few days later just to make sure.

We'll start them out with the one above, and see where it goes from there.

If none of that works on them Nazi bleeps we douse the lot of them with weapons grade Heroin Gas. That might finally chill the evil fuckers out.

"A Kindness"

A dear friend who is a Sand, and Shadow artist made this for me. She thought I needed a bit of cheering up. I did. Kindness everywhere.

"Somewhat Arrogant Rants"

As much as I try I can't ignore that man baby in the White House. Now he's posted a video that would have got a high school bully expelled. The one where he edited it to look like he knocked Hillary out with a golf ball. This getting laughs in trailer parks, and shot gun stashes in Jesusland.

We have a deluded 71 year old 16 year old rich white boy bully in the Oval Office with all the money in the world, and a nuclear arsenal.

Against the wishes of my as Lincoln called them "Better Angels". I feel the ugly desire for retribution against the 30+% that put him where he is. This because he, and they are the same. We not only have to remove 'him' clean out both Houses, but teach that segment of our nation a few hard lessons. For one we will 'never' let them out of their box of fear hate, and superstition again,...not ever. A full on cultural cleansing should follow.

Deliberately beginning with finally taking 'all' of their guns. This is their "holy of holies" so of course they'll shoot back,...we're counting on it. Then their churches which are havens of Klan, and Nazi activity. Legally inspect harass, and persecute them into the ground. Send them into new Catacombs. There they can pray to their white g-ds.

That 'other' American culture does not deserve to exist here. This because they're a danger to the body politic like Smallpox, and Ebola. Yeah they say the same exact things about us. More so. They openly now call for our genocide. "Our" being everyone not them. So I guess it's war.

I'm in New York City. A relatively safe place from them. Well if you overlook the Swastikas, and Lynching Nooses that are turning up in Black, and Jewish 'hoods these days.

I'm very personally being made to feel like a Jew in 1933 Europe. This at the very beginning of the Nazi era. We should not make the same mistake too many of them made. No this will not blow over by itself. No you cannot make deals with them. They want us dead. We have to think seriously about what we will do.

As for the bulk of Jesusland.

Well they 'are' dummies after all. Mostly illiterate with no concept of science or notion of history, and rather happy being so. I think at least in this country things will go back to how they were in Medieval times.

A small caste of educated herding the masses of ignorant this way or that. Again as always the "masses' will be more than happy with the arrangement. As they historically have been. On the whole they 'never' really liked knowing things outside of their daily routine. I'm beginning to think perhaps it's better thus.

We will continue to chart the stars they will continue to beat each other up in bars.

"Sleepless in Brooklyn"

I either don't sleep or I sleep for 18 hours. The cycle is seriously off the rails. I'm not ill. Not really. Well the usual bleep. My sleep is just seriously asymmetrical right now.

Part of it is not having a structure in my life. I don't have to be anywhere, and don't absolutely have to do anything.

This after a life of responsibilities,...some of them rather serious. Now,...well it's me, and cartoons or walks. Walking has become a bit of a problem so it's cartoons.

I'm getting tired of cartoons.

Yeah I knows how ya feels there Mickey. Though come to think of it I don't wanna fuck anybody. Not even any willing Tadzio's.

Geez that bad.

Anyway I could do that art stuff, but I'm pissed off depressed all that. yeah I know I'm really behind with continuing the "Mid-Shipman Pip" stories. I have tinkered with it...nothing ready though sorry. It's been a rough summer. Also I've forgotten how to put any joy in my life. It's like I'm just waiting to kick the bucket.

Hey I'm good just going through shit.

"When Medicine was Fun"

Judging by the artwork. I'd expect it has some of what was then the new miracles of chemistry. Cocaine, maybe mixed with some Morphine, or outright Amphetamine. The whole cough-syrup, iodine, and phosphorous game wasn't invented until 1919, ...this looks a little older."

Still It all sounds pretty good to me. I'll take two gross."

"Unknown Country's"

I've been thinking about the post I put up about our possible previous lives, and spiritual realities generally. Not knowing the nature of the myriad unknown countries is a blessing. The preservation of some kinds of mysteries is akin to preserving the ecologies.

Science mercifully considers it all superstition for now. We should help preserve this "official" ignorance. For if science ever truly becomes interested in spiritual unknowns literal 'Hells' may be turned loose. This as the fools try to commercialize, and weaponized it.

For then only the "G-ds" if any can truly help us.

"Da Wisdom of Age"

                                My own self on the actual day of my retirement.
                                   My for real last day on the radio,...fuck'em.

A pal of mine, not yet retired, was complaining about office lighting. I posted to him: All office lighting is bad. It's designed to make everyone look grey. This way no one will become friends, and more work will be done. The person that invented such lighting, and other evil things to make more money for themselves should be chastised.

I suggest tying them up, and putting them in booths on the Coney Island Boardwalk.

There for two cents a throw so everyone gets plenty of hits. For two cent you get to throw live lobsters at these guys till they learn their lesson. Justice in action. Oh, and they'll be forced to replace all that harsh white light with nice soft amber lighting to put everybody in a good mood.

My comrade then complained about having to shave all the time for work.

To this I posted: I haven't shaved in eight days, but then I'm retired so no one cares what I look like. Haven't showered in three days either. However I live alone so that's okay. However I've found after two weeks or so even I notice. I mean I'll go, "...hey what's that smell?" Then I'll take a shower.

However I might not shave. This because after retirement nothing matters especially the opinions of others. I mean fuck'em. This is the great blessing of being an old guy. You don't care about shit, and shit don't care about you.

"Wings"

This above might be me in one of my earlier lives.

This very well may be me in one of my brief earlier lives. I say "brief" because I don't think I lived into old age in any of the others. This may be the first time for that.

Which is why everything now is such a surprise.

Well here I am above at the very start of this time around. I recall so well how so much seemed familiar. I was so sure I'd seen certain things before. This I suppose because in the early 1950's so much of 19th century even traces of 18th century New York was still apparent.

Life after life.

This can't be proven scientifically it's all so subjective. I hope it stays that way. We need the mysterious. Things that are not quite there yet there.

Like touching an Angels wings.

These are just this side of solid. Like passing your hands through warm air.

It's said that they are just this side of solid. Like running your hands through warm air. There, but not quite.

As it should be.

"Banners"

I've been thinking about 20th, and 21st century Queer history. It may come as a surprise to younger people, but gay marriage, and assimilation was never the plan. "We are just like You" as the youngsters in their obliviousness to history happily say. Well that was never the goal. 'No' we are not.

We 'never' were, and 'never' will be like 'them'.

'They' would look the other way while we get exterminated. As for a revolution we had something profoundly different, and better,...for us, in mind.

'But then revolutions never go the way they're planned.

The point of divergence was the AIDS pandemic. On such pivots does history change. Many of us of an age look upon what has happened in horror, and revulsion.

However things are what they are.

Two Banners I live by. "Shoot the Fuck Back!, and Stars'n Stripes on Fucking Acid".

Btw I made the "Acid" flag by reflecting Xmas lights through a Pepsi bottle.

( Click on it for full fun effect. Fags are Art, and Art done right is Dangerous.)

"The Empire is Doomed",...and he knows it.