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The Craven  
The Craven  
(With apologies to E.A. Poe)

Once upon a midnight dreary, while Trump pondered leaks
and leery
over media complaints so furious at his volumes o’misbegotten tweets galore  —

While he plotted, clearly snacking, suddenly there
came a tapping,
As of Obama rap’n tapping crazy
From inside his microwavy.
“ ’Tis some thugger,” thus he muttered, “tapping at my
Oven door—
Only this and and a whole lot more.”

Back to his chamber & cell phone turning, all his coal within him burning,
Soon again he heard a tapping something louder than before.
“Surely,” said he, “surely that is something at my Oval Office door;
Let me see, then, what the threat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my tweets accusatory and this mystery
not ignore
’Tis fake news and nothing more!”
Open here he flung his twitters, when, with Many a fart and flitter,
In there be his TaxReturns
Of the corrupt days of yore;
Perched above his microwave’s door.
Quoth the TaxReturns “Nevermore.”

How Do You Like Me Now?
Will the Wizzened Dark Evil One Endorse the Bloated-Faced Evil Orange One?
Ok Dick Cheney, nation building-invading Dr. Strangelove, you still sticking with Trump? The Mad Playboy says no more invading! At least he still loves water boarding, so dear to your stolen desiccated artificial heart.

Mr. Dick-tater Head
Mad Tyrant Trump’s campaign manager Paul Manafort lobbied for world-champion dictator-despots like Ferdinand Marcos, Angolan guerrilla mass-murderer Jonas Savimbi, Mobutu Sese Seko, dictator of Zaire (now the Democratic Republic of Congo), dictator torturer-extraordinaire Sani Abacha of Nigeria and Ukraine’s former mobster president Viktor Yanukovych ? Who could be his next client?  North Korea’s baby faced despot dictator Kim Jong Un?

Ask Your Doctor if Trump Is Right For You. 
Let’s ask an important question. Does Donald Trump really look healthy? By all outward appearances Mr. Trump’s florid face, slow pendulous gait, saggybaggy frame certainly leads one to assume he might not be in the most robust health. Although I’m not a doctor (I just play one on the internet) the aforementioned, plus his well-documented preference for high fat/sodium/sugar fast foods indicates a person with a high risk for cardiovascular disease and or diabetes. All candidates seeking the highest office in the world should not only release their medical records but should undergo a complete physical exam performed by an independent team of physicians with the results made public. This is the era of sharing, after all.

Extreme Wetting
Donald Trump’s announcement that he will employ “extreme vetting” for new wannabe immigrants begs for more clarification. Will new immigrant applicants be subjected to waterboarding to force their confessions of love for Sharia Law? Or just simple lie detector tests? Are you now, or have you ever been a member of an Islamic Terrorist organization? Maybe special extreme Rorschach tests: does this picture remind you of a burka or a suicide vest? Or maybe by “extreme” Trump means “extremities.” Think cattle prods and fingernails. Dark Cheney, you might be coming out of retirement.

Olympic Dudes.. I Feel Your Pain. 
I’ve had it! Enough is enough. Enuf already, Ok? Stop! Quit it now! I can’t take it any more. I’m fed up and just about had it up to here. Not there: HERE! I’m so tired of having my body objectified. I feel for those poor Olympic guys in Rio, the swimmers, the gymnasts, weight lifters. I feel their pain. Being ogled and whistled at one can almost feel the fantasization as described in recent Cosmopolitan Magazine headline: Olympic Gold Bulges. Cosmopolitan Magazine headline: Olympic Gold Bulges.

Feeding the Angry Man

Political correctness has been the whipping-boy issue of the far-right wing for many years. No one touts aversion to PC behavior more than Donald Trump, in large part basing his presidential run on mocking all things politically correct. Expressing politically incorrect statements and views has become the defining standard of what I call the new Angry Man movement. (I use the term “man” because Trumping appeals more to men than women, although there are of course, though fewer, Angry Women too!)

This backlash against political correctness, although not new and has been percolating for years, has now erupted volcanically, given heat from the steaming bowels of Trump who belches more vitriol than an OxyContin-infused radio talk show host (talkin' bout you, Flush Phlegmball!)

But it's not all Donald's fault. Recently political correctness has been it own worst enemy. He's only taking advantage of some high profile examples of PC goofiness and unleashing festering grievances left over from the self-perceived left-behind.

Trump is the wind (bag) beneath the wings of the angry. Seething silent anger just below the surface of civility, these Angry Men have had to keep their feelings in check for decades, every day a lost day that brought them closer to inexorable defeat in the lingering culture war of the Sixties. Yes, the Sixties Culture War rages on in the shallow cranial recesses of the religious right, Nixon's old law & order hard hats, the “silent majority” and their “poorly-educated” progeny still offended by anti-Vietnam protests, “free love,” a casual embrace of drugs, and civil rights victories. (“I love the poorly educated,” Trump declared after his Nevada primary victory last February.)

Now comes Trump, loud and brash, like a constipated cow suddenly effluent from gorging in a field of rotting beans. Trump's emissions, sulfurically foul, are whiffs of lilac and roses to the noses of his Angries. Finally, someone who is not afraid to say out loud what they've been longing to say forever. Not just someone, but a someone who could hold the highest office in the land. A someone who could make the White House the white house again. (Well, maybe the gold-plated White House?) And his calling card? Attack political correctness. A task which liberals today sometimes aid and abet. From trigger warnings and safe space demands of sensitive babyfied college students to accusations of “cultural appropriation” by minorities, political correctness is fast becoming a favorite pick up line for the right wing. College students who demand a trigger warning that a reading assignment or lecture might contain something offensive to their sheltered little minds forget the reason they are in college in the first place…to expand their minds, be exposed to different ideas: to become educated. Is it really cultural appropriation when a white student is shamed by Black students for wearing dreadlocks? What about a Black student who bleaches her hair blond? (Note: I'm willing to be schooled on this issue from another point of view) Of course political correctness is not really “running amok” as so many pundits and columnists seem be declaring and warning. But egregious examples, amplified by media, social and traditional, feed into the meme/trope that we've gone too far, that we are too sensitive, need to lighten-up, quit worrying about offending everyone (except we whites in power) and just enjoy life. Yeah, make America great again, like before civil and voting rights, environmental regulations, Medicare, Social Security, child labor laws, food safety laws. Those were the days my friends…we thought they'd never end…

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Most popular new baby boy name among Teabagger Republicans: Atticus. 

Dead “FareThee Well” Last Concert Inspires Them to Keep on Truckin’…new Concert Dates Announced !

My list of 10 most overused, phrases, language conventions & locutions of 2014. (English version). Ok, ’tis the season for this kind of thing so here’s my list:

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I don’t want to do this but I finally must confess: I shot Bin Laden. Yup, it was lil’ ol’me who put two bullets right smack between his beady bearded eyes. I’m not supposed to tell anyone about this.. code of honor and all that. Hell, most folks, the ones I know like friends, relatives, kids, wife, dentist, doorman, personal shopper, hair stylist etc. thought I was too old to be a Navy SEAL, let alone a member of SEAL Team 6. But there I was on the night of May 2, 2011 landing inside Bin Laden’s compound, or what we hoped was his compound, and which turned out to actually be his compound. Our first chopper crashed but luckily I was on the second. Without giving away too many details I’ll just say that the climb up those back stairs in the dark seemed like the longest climb in my brief SEAL career. Up until now my lips have been SEALED..but it’s time for the truth to emerge before it is disclosed by other sources. And as others are already lining up to take credit for my heroic deed… one alleged SEAL has already written a book claiming he took the fatal shot while another poser came forth recently claiming he hit the bullseye. Well, you can soon read the unfiltered unvarnished, unpainted, bare neck’ed story from a first-person-shooter perspective in my soon-to-be-released book titled “I Shot The Terrorist But I Did Not Shoot His Deputy,” published by Hachette and available on Amazon. 

Thank gods the Texas dog of the young nurse Ebola victim who contracted the disease from the now-deceased Liberian Ebola patient will not be euthanized. Unlike the poor mutt in Spain, (the Canine in Spainine), who to the horror of humanity was dispatched to doggy heaven after it's owner contracted Ebola, the nurse's dog is being cared for in a private isolation hound pound. According to a Reuters news report, “The dog was given food and water on Sunday by a specialized hazardous materials team that decontaminated the Dallas apartment of the worker, reported by local media to be a nurse in her mid-20s. The team also left a light on in the apartment for the dog.”

Awwww… Is that not just an adorable gesture? Don't leave poor old possibly Ebola-infected Poochy alone AND in the dark. Leave a light on! And after health workers in hazmat suits spend valuable time monitoring dogs and pets when human and health resources are scarce, they will focus on attending to the ever-increasing swath of possibly infectious humans. In this dog (pet)-obsessed nation at least we can take heart that even if Ebola wipes out a good chunk of humanity, we'll sleep deeply in our bloody graves knowing our precious pets weren't in the dark.

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Did NFL Cheerleaders Really Protest this Way? NFL Cheerleaders – Minimum Wagers in $9.5 Billion Industry…As NFL cheerleaders file fair wage lawsuits against their teams maybe they could add a little visual protest to Football in America over their $5 per hour wages while also protesting domestic violence. Something like this?

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Analogging My Life

I’m starting a new project for 2014. I’m converting my digital life to analog. I plan to capture all my old digital photos on Polaroid, Kodachrome, Ektachrome or B&W Tri-x. My digital music downloads will be converted to vinyl. Here’s a sample of a downloaded MP3 song that I recently anal-logged to wax cylinder. Plans are also in the works to print all my e-books as well as thousands of old Word  Star documents. My work has just begun.

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Praajek To Sell Used Virginity to Highest  Bidder

Taking a cue from recent news reports that Brazilian college student Catarina Migliorini offered to sell her virginity twice after refusing an offer of $780,000, Praajek recently announced that he too will sell his used virginity to the highest bidder. It’s here for the asking…price, he said. This classic Virginity, although well-worn, shows well with great rustic curb appeal. A few dings and dents are apparent around the edges but this model is a real collector’s item. He said a minimum bid of .99 cents sounds reasonable and is in alignment with the price of an iTunes song download.  “This is a once-in-a-lifetime offer,” said Praajek. The winning bidder will receive an authentic authorized Certificate of Authorized Authenticity (CAA) validating that your bid was accepted. (Consummation not required nor accepted). The lucky winner will also receive a coupon for .25 cents off the purchase of a half pound of Winter Red kale at a local participating grocer.
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Miley…The Genius of America

America. Attention. Your attention is required now. If you have not seen Miley Cyrus’s recent VMA performance then you have missed one of the most important, seminal art achievements in Western culture. Ms.Cyrus’s spectacle, and I say “spectacle” in the true sense of wonderment, pageantry, virtuosity and sheer genius, stands alone among the few wondrous public acts ever shared with Americans, indeed humanity. Mother Theresa worked in silent anonymity bringing solace, relief and peace to the poor and sick. Einstein brought to science a new and relative perspective on space and time; the great composers Beethoven, Mozart, Brahms, Mahler, Debussy, along with moderns Glass and Cage gave us music as never before heard; Steve Jobs taught us to think and act differently; the monumental achievements of mankind can be chronicled, attested to and celebrated. But until now all these achievements pale, indeed are diminished by a 6 minute 23 second manifestation of The Great American Art. Period. No novel, poem, musical composition, painting, sculpture, architectural construction or other genius product of man’s imagination has ever captured the essence of America, its people, its business, its religions, its music, its scientific and technological achievements… all that defines its very culture as much as a tiny girl named Miley did on August 25, 2013. Remember that date. That day America found itself. From a Giant Teddy Bear emerged a Foamed Fingered Force that forged a final definition of America and its people. Remember 08-25-13. Your great grandchildren will recall that day in history. Tell your children now that you viewed it live on TV or later saw it on YouTube. Point them to it now so they can witness it for themselves and thus pass down thru their generations what history will remark and remember as The Great American Art. 

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Government data miners photographed hauling data into secret mine using hi-capacity fiber-optic rail vessel.

Praajek has just uncovered, thru proprietary wiki-hacking resources, a top-secret government Data Mine located in the foothills of a musty mountainous West Virginia hollow. Here are some exclusive photos I excavated from NSA data mines which show a top secret storage facility where the cell phone calls, Facebook postings, Instagram photos, old love letters, grocery lists, vehicle maintenance records, utility bills, old college essays, report cards, job evaluations, graduation classmate messages in high school yearbooks, baby teeth unclaimed by the Tooth Fairy, DNA samples of toenail clippings from unturned sofa cushions, New Year resolutions, Catholic Church member confessions, childhood mother’s day cards and first grade plaster hand imprints of millions of Americans. These exclusive photos also show government data mine workers hauling in for storage and analysis tons of private data from unsuspecting American citizens.

This previously undisclosed photo shows a government top secret data storage facility in remote West Virginia hollow.

Ok.. I know I should cut Boston some slack. The teenage Marathon Bomber is in the hands of the police. The older one is dead. There is much deserved relief among Bostonians and their suburban neighbors. Thank the gods & goddesses that these terrorists have been stopped from further mayhem. Then why does last night’s flag-waving, anthem singing, bare-chested celebration seem so “un” seemly. I ask myself what would I have done (sorry, can’t ask Jesus… he’s dead). Would I have been there in a frenzied chest-thumping mob singing and publicly celebrating like the mob broadcast on TV? Where were the TV networks when probably most of Boston stayed quiet and solemn in their homes with the sad acknowledgment that this type of terror in America will probably not be the last. That’s not really something to celebrate. 

“We’re gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)

Let’s celebrate, it’s all right

We’re gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)

Let’s celebrate, it’s all right.” 

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Fill in your Papal Brackets now…!!!

Lots of pics of the Steve Buscemi dog recently shared…

The Steve Buscemi Doggie

Here’s my version of a new breed…The John Boehner Basset Hound

The Boehner Basset

Buffalo Wings Clipped?… Try Kalahogies this Super Bowl.
The widespread national panic over the fear of a chicken wing shortage may indeed be self-fulfilling. Hoards of “wingers” are storming grocers, lining up hours before store openings, even stalking loading docks of Sam’s Costco and Walmart. Major corporate chicken farms have reportedly been victims of midnight raids by marauding Super Bowl fans bent on having their wings and eating them too. In the rural South reports of broad-daylight chicken snatchings from back and front yards have been witnessed by locals.

Folks, there’s a better way. Forgot the “Buffalo Wing.”

As we slouch toward Super Bowl Sunday let us fore go the boring Buffalo Wing and masticate on the oral delights of Faux Calamari, or better known as Kalahogies. Faux, or fake calamari is similar to the artificial seafood crab stuff at the deli counter. It is the perfect Super Bowl snack made of real pork (the other white meat, right?)  Real calamari, as we all know are those tasty little white chewy rings of battered and fried squid. Faux calamari, popularly known as Kalahogies, are little rings of chewy hog rectums, battered and fried to delicious nutritious  chewiness. Boil them first until soft, then grill or deep fry slathered in spicy barbecue sauce. Serve and chew by the dozen. You’ll never go back to Buffalo.

With apologies to William Butler Yeats’ “The Second Coming.”:

“The Second Helping”

Turning & burning on the broiling gyre
The chicken cannot but fear the
Chickener;
Wings fall part, the skin cannot
Hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The buffalo-wing shortage is loosed
And everywhere
The half-time ceremony of
has-been rock stars
Is drowned out by beer commercials.
The best commercials lack all conviction
While the worst are full of
Passionate flatulence.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely a Second Helping is at hand.

The Second Helping! Hardly are Those words out
When a vast image of Barbequedis Porcina-rectumus
Eases my sight: somewhere in Lands of the dessert
A shape with hog body and the Head of a chicken
A glaze sticky and hot and pitiless As the sun,
Is dripping slowly down my chin While all about it
Real sad howls of the indignant
Wingless fans.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That XLVII Super Bowls of boring
Football
Were hexed to indigestion by the chili ladle
And what rough beast, its rectum well done at last,
Slouches towards the two minute
warning to be eaten?

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Pass the “No Guns Left Behind in Hands of Civilians Act”.

Things I didn’t write about since late October: Praajek has been on “special” assignment, recovering from major robotic multiple insertion-point abdominal invasions. Five street cred-enhancing slugs to the stomach. The seven hour long surgery took so long because the robot was operated by a 15 year-old Hindu boy in Mumbai who was also doing tech calls for Dell Computer.

Obama re-elected. Oh, yeah, I predicted that didn’t I? Ah. Not. Actually. I was convinced, like Karl Rove, Dick Morris and Fox News that Romney would win. Despite Nate Silver’s daily tracking data crunches, Obama just seemed ripe for a Jimmy Carter-style wipe-out. My mis-praajekshun could have been the result of my tendency toward “catastrophizing” or always expecting that the worst thing will happen; “making a mountain out of a molehill,” a tendency toward expecting a catastrophic nuclear meltdown from forgetting your car keys. Anyway, I took great solace in the non-realization of my worst fear of a Romney presidency.

Can “good” ever come from catastrophes? No. But change can happen, change that can help prevent or mitigate the damage and impact of future disasters.

SuperStormSandy: NJ Gov.Chris Christy’s embrace of Obama incensed Repooblicans and certainly didn’t hurt The President’s re-election chances. SSS also led to further erosion of John Boehner’s reputation as he later delayed Republican approval of disaster funds for stricken SSS victims. More importantly, maybe the Climate Change “Truther Deniers” will re-evaluate their denial.

Newtown child mass murder gun shooting rampage. No. No one can say any “good” resulted from the gun-shooting mass murder of 20 children. Maybe now we’ll get laws against unbridled, uncontrolled gun ownership.

Mayan apocalypse collapyse. The world really did end. We just haven’t realized it yet. Proof? Just look at Apple’s stock plunge.

But the event that really rocked and shocked the earth to it’s molten core was @Pontifex, Pope Benedict’s new Twitter account. Are you following this guy? Ten days ago he tweeted: “May we defend the right of conscientious objection of individuals and institutions promoting freedom and respect for all.” Wow, sounds like he is ready to embrace same-sex marriage and equal rights for women.” Go @Pontifex!

Praajekshuns for 2013:

Nicki Minaj will reveal “she’s” really Dennis Rodman.

Lance Armstrong will admit that yes he did inject… his bike tires…with steroids.

Obama will issue a long-over-due executive order banning the use of YOLO.

The Republican Party will reanimate itself by replacing its elephant symbol with a Mexican Burro.

The Chicago Tribune fire one of its copy editors who accidentally printed the name of the Russian punk girl band Pussy Riot.

Rev. Al Sharpton will be “axed” by MSNBC.

This blog has recently come into possession of exclusive photos taken of a topless Queen Elizabeth vacationing in a remote beach spot on the Isle of Wight. The exclusive photos of the Queen’s Royal boobs and Royal Bottom are posted here: the revealing uncovered upper and lower parts have been digitally blurred for the protection of young (& old) eyes. The Topless Queen photos become public just as the Royal Family and the World are recovering from the shocking topless photos of Princess Kate. “This is just too much to “bare” a close friend of the Royal Family reportedly said. 

A crazy person buys assault rifles and handguns. Goes to a public place and shoots everyone he can. Nation registers shock. NRA goes silent. Requisite front page photos of victims' families crying, hugging each other. Killer is identified and given a middle name. (all killers must have their middle name named). Drawings of the killing scene choreographed and detailed .. Killer enters here; victim # one shot here.. Killer exits here… Arrested or kills himself at this spot. President calls for day of prayer. Killers life story captured by friends & acquaintances. Police bolster security in public places similar to crime scene. Some public officials call for stronger (any?) gun controls. NRA says guns don't kill people or something stupid like that. Flowers & teddy bears line site of killings. Victims buried. Apprehended killing suspect jailed awaiting trial. Later found guilty. Sentenced to life in prison or executed. Life goes on in the American world of easy guns. Next crazy person buys assault rifle, handguns, etc. Killing starts over. NRA hauls in more money to ensure the killing continues.

—not The End—

Lawrence Rudmann

Friday, July 13….According to New York Times columnist David Brooks today's “elites achieve and preserve their status not mainly by being corrupt but mainly by being ambitious and disciplined. They raise their kids in organized families. They spend enormous amounts of money and time on enrichment. They work much longer hours than people down the income scale driving their kids to piano lessons and then taking part in conference calls from the waiting room.”

This pretty well sums up the mind- set of the one-percenters. These poor “down the income scale” slobs don't work hard enough, don't drive their un-organized (code for single-parent families) kids to piano lessons and damn-it they need to do a lot more conferencing on their iPhones and Blackberries. No wonder they are “down-scale.” This is Romney's America. NY Times' Paul Krugman writes in today's Times that Brooks' “down-scales” will be “hurt not helped, if we end up with a government of the 0.01 percent, by the 0.01 percent, and for the 0.01 percent.”

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Anti-choicers Push for Definition of Life as Beginning with “Dirty Thoughts.”

National anti-choice leaders are attempting to place a measure on state ballots which would define life and “personhood” as beginning when a “man or woman (boy or girl) thinks about sex and /or is aroused by thoughts that could possibly result in eventual procreation.”

The ballot initiative would also bestow the status of “personhood” on acts of male masturbation “triggered or spawned” by female sexual fantasies (male Gay fantasies are exempted) which anti-choice leaders assert could result in “seeds of life.” If approved by voters in targeted states it would define life as beginning with heterosexual thoughts and/arousal and /or production of seed-carrying semen. (Similar Gay thoughts and resulting productions are exempted)

“If a citizen has a dirty thought about do'n-it, then a real person might just be created,” said one anti-choice advocate. “Male or female, dirty thoughts can lead to a fertilized egg, so we must protect that fertilized egg person by giving those nasty thoughts the status of a person, understand, y'all?”

Advocates for the ballot initiative declined to elaborate on how such a measure, if it became law, would be enforced.

The “Dirty-Thoughts”measure follows a Mississippi attempt to ban birth control by re-defining the term “person” to include “all human beings from the moment of fertilization, cloning or the functional equivalent thereof.” Opponents of the measure say it would also ban birth control and a woman taking a “morning-after” pill could possibly be charged with murder. Mississippians will vote on that initiative on Nov. 8.

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My first computer was not a Mac. A diehard wanna-be command-line early adopter I fiercely defended the user's right to control the interface, give direct commands, master Basic and dominate DOS. It was 1984 and the first Macintosh computer had just been released into the world. None of that dumbed-down DOS friendly non-macho girly interface for me. I was using a Leading Edge computer, cheap … $1,800. In 1984. That's probably $5,000 bucks or more today. My Korean Leading Edge had a big floppy disk drive, and a blank screen that stayed minimalistly blank with only a small blinking cursor quietly and patiently waiting for me to type a command to do something. Format disk. And other commands which I've happily forgotten.

One day I visited a friend who showed me his new Mac. Hmmm. Kind of cool. What's that? A mouse? Ok. The screen was neatly arranged with pictures — icons of commands. A folder for files. A printer. A sketch pad for drawing. A trash can. Let me try it.

That day changed my life. At least the tech side of my life, a side which would necessarily come to be more dominate as the years passed. I went home and sadly turned on my Leading Edge computer and it's slow blinking little cursor shyly prompting me to command it to do something by typing arcane characters and symbols in exacting sequence and spacing. Leading edge? I soon sold it and bought a Mac. And later another and another and newer, faster smaller beautiful machines that became virtual members of our family, siblings to our children.

Today our lives are enhanced by the vision that Steve Jobs accomplished. His death leaves us not fearing shadows of the past, the techno abyss of the blinking cursor, but to a future that only looks back to learn, a future that as Steve often said in different ways, rejoices more in the journey while continuously dreaming of a destination. Steve, you're still on your journey and we're still traveling with you.

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In America's sweeter times… like the early 60's the nation danced and blamed it on the bossa nova. “The Dance of Love.”

Today we shuffle, not dance, and we blame it on the Boss Obama. In a Haze of Malaise.

Do we detect a faint scent of Jimmy Carter wafting from the White House? Carter's failed Presidency was a direct result of external circumstances… the Arab oil embargo and the Iranian hostage situation. Killer rabbits and malaise aside, Carter at least told the American people the truth, keeping his campaign pledge to not lie. He said we were addicted to oil, needed to become more independent, learn to conserve and that he lusted in his heart. It was a message that people didn't want to hear.

If only Obama had a little lust in his cool droning heart. Or signs of real warm blood coursing thru his complacent veins. Is there not any outrage that stirs his soul? Avoid conflict, at any cost, seems to be his mantra.

Obama won't tell us anything, won't stand up and fight forces challenging America's prosperity. He's all saddle & no horse as some say. Or all paddle and no canoe. Or all rattle and no battle. Or all faddle and no fittle. Ok, enuf.

So, let's all sing that old Eydie Gorme hit from 1963:

I was at a dance
When he caught my eye
Standin' all alone
Lookin' sad and shy
We began to vote
Electing him with hope
But now I know
I'll have to let him go.

(Chorus)
Blame it on the Boss Obama
With his need to please
Blame it on the Boss Obama
He's always on his knees.
Oh it all began with reaching across the aisle in fear
And his leading
Always from the rear
Blame it on the Boss Obama
The dance of tears.

This says it all.. About Obama.

Must read: From today’s New York Times.. What Happened to Obama? 
This says it all.
There was a story the American people were waiting to hear — and needed to hear — but he didn’t tell it. http://nyti.ms/oYlDJx

In last-minute efforts to avoid a national economic default of epic proportions, and ensure reduced taxes for the nation's wealthy job creators, President Obama today announced that he would switch parties and become a Republican embracing in totality the Republican conservative agenda for America. To sweeten the deal, the President also said he would denounce TV mogul Oprah Winfrey, arrest Rev. Al Sharpton and consider repeal of the 13th Amendment which abolished slavery. Mr. Obama also promised to consult with the dermatologist and plastic surgeon of the late King of Pop Michael Jackson to begin a regimen of skin lightening and facial reconstruction to create a visage resembling Vivien Leigh/Scarlett O'Hara.

After last week's offer of his two daughters, Malia and Sasha was rejected by Speaker John Boehner and Republican Senate leader Mitch McConnell, Mr. Obama's new outreach to the Republicans is hoped to at least stir some interest of the Tea Bagger Party in resolving the impasse.

“At least now he's heading in the right direction,” said Speaker Boehner. “As soon as he fires Biden and replaces him with Michele Bachmann, I think we might be able to move toward a solution,” he said. “Also, abolishing that 13th Amendment thing is an absolute necessity,” he said.

After the President's offer to eliminate Leftist deficit-digging programs like Meals-On-Wheels, School Lunch and Head Start and raising Medicare and Social Security eligibility to age 89 was deemed “too timid and not enough” by House Republicans, the Administration now seems willing to publicly announce that the President now thinks that Oprah sucks.

“If this doesn't close the deal, then nothing will,” an unnamed White House aide said.

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In his second press conference in as many weeks President Obama today raised the stakes in the high risk debt ceiling-budget deficit negotiations with Republican leaders.

“Not only do I propose to raise the age for Social Security and Medicare eligibility to 85, eliminate Medicaid, Head Start, and the Depts. of Education, Energy and Environmental Protection Agency, today I also offer my two beloved daughters, Malia and Sasha,” the President announced.

Republican Speaker John Boehner responded that although the sacrifice of the President's daughters was a good start, “The President's insistence on eliminating the excess-profits tax loop-holes on producers of Loopholes is a deal-breaker.”

Speaker Boehner said that raising the taxes on America's Loophole industry is a job killer.

“Increasing taxes on job-creating small loophole businesses is a recipe for disaster. The American People need American-made loopholes for job-creating engines like corporate jet and yacht makers, golf-course developers, gold-plated faucet and titanium toilet handle crafts, limousine and high-performance luxury sports car manufacturers, just to name a few of these essential industries,” the Speaker said.

“Throwing his daughters into the deal is sweet, but we, the Real American People, need Real American-born incentives, not the progeny of a Kenyan-born colonialist-socialist Mau Mau ideology, the Speaker said.

An unnamed source close to the President reacting to the Speaker's response remarked that if Republicans turn down this deal then the President will consider throwing-in his mother-in-law as a bonus.

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Yes, she's the Girl Who Played With Gyre, circled herself in a mad dance of subterfuge and guileless misdirection. She's a girl whose innocent verdict kicked a hornet's nest of outrage, sending those with soap-Oprah lives into spasms of dental and gingival gnashing and weeping. Yes, she's Lisbeth-like, the mythic salamander resisting fire. With tears. For whom does her tale toll a sad single symphony? It tolls for Caylee?

Did she do it? The duct tape. The nanny. The tattoo. The dancing. The car trunk. The elfin ears and stretched back hair that you can almost smell across the airwaves. Wet glassy eyes. Young. Nubile. Casey alive. Caylee dead. Who did it?

Does it matter at this point in time? As we move inexorably toward a world unknown. Toward a Republican Rapture where the Left Behind are our elderly, our impoverished, our jobless, our ill, our children. A Republican Rapture that saves the strong, wealthy, the material needless. The Saved who can pay the unsaved left-behinds to guide their corporate jets through the eye of the proverbial needle.

A jury of her peers found Casey Anthony not guilty of murdering her two year-old Caylee. Should they have found her Innocent instead of Not Guilty?

Who will judge John Boehner, Eric Cantor and their followers after they inflict their Republican Rapture on the World? See their tattoos? Bella Vita.

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Obama's got to quit pronouncing
Taliban as Tally Bahn.. Same with
“Pauk e stahn.” It's Packy-stan. In Amerakan that is.

Peace with Honor.. Or “honour” as Obi would say.

Sit down with Tallybahn.

What will be the size of the peace table? Shape… Round, oval, sq or rectangular?
His voice is beginning to actually sound like Nixon.
The tide is turning
Still dark days ahead
Light on the horizon
God Bless. Us.

Lawrence Rudmann

Another day another war.

Who knew Obama would be the next great crusader.

On to Syria, Bahrain, Yemen.. Hell, Iran, too! Western Christian countries killing more Muslims…wonder how that'll work out?

Maybe we'll be equal opportunity World Police. On to North Korea… Venezuela…Cuba….

Are we defending innocent people from ruthless dictators? Or just some people who happen to live in certain oil- rich lands.

Is our addiction to oil a subtext for the ease at which we seemingly get sucked into these quicksand desert quagmires or is it naive to believe that our government acts on behalf of the collective will of its citizens who desire to see the democratic liberties they enjoy shared with people with fewer freedoms? It is naive.

War-thirsty and ratings-hungry CNN TV's near 24/7 coverage of the initial bombing invasion struck a particularly smug and almost congratulatory tone showing grainy night bombing video of Tripoli along with turgid and self-satisfied commentary by ex-generals paid to compare this little war with CNN's famous coverage of the Kuwaiti and Bagdad bombings.

“Well, Wolf, we're not seeing the vivid night vision footage with colorful trailing rocket fire that we saw in the Gulf War…” one General said describing the CNN video of US Libyan bombings that were undoubtedly slaughtering innocent Libyans just as Gadhafi himself promised to do. Wolf disappointedly agreed that this video wasn't nearly as compelling. But just wait, you could almost see his eyes light up with the possibility of more exciting and colorful video in coming days.

As President Obama says, the U. S. has “special capabilities”… war room-speak for Tomahawk missiles, stealth bombers, predator drones… Hi-tech state of art war machines. When was the last time superior US “special capabilities” won a war against local armies defending their homeland against foreign invaders. Vietnam… Afghanistan, Iraq? Obama says no US troops will be committed to on-the-ground combat in Libya. Sound familiar? Change we can believe in.

The Japanese people exemplify the definition stoicism: calm acceptance of all occurrences as the unavoidable result of divine will or of the natural order. Courage and calmness in the face if great adversity. One wonders how Americans would react in the face of such disaster. Would we calmly, diligently, collectively work together to rebuild, or would we arm ourselves with our arsenal of Glocks, Assault rifles, and shotguns, retreat to our bunkers and play out the survival of the fittest script written for the dark side of our national character. Let's hope we would not be frantically digging up our cache of gold coins and loading our ammo clips but instead show the stoicism and bravery that we are seeing in Japan.

Today there is a Hollywood script writer sketching out the screenplay for a TV movie called “The Fukushima Fifty… Nuclear Heroes Who Saved Japan.” It will air around Christmas time this year.

Republicans are already clenching their teeth and shaking their fists at nuclear namby-pamby liberals who are questioning the safety of U.S. Nuclear plants. Why do Republicans love nuclear energy so much? (maybe they wouldn't if those pinko liberal elitist were in favor of nuclear power..then they might be against it.) But, liberals tend to favor less dependence on non-renewable energy sources and greater energy diversity with alternative renewable forms such as solar, wind, geo- thermal (SWaG). Since Republicans (and many Dems, too), are in servitude to Big COG — Coal, Oil and Gas, the hobby lobby and campaign cash-poor alternatives are taboo. In the Republican World, Nukes Rule.

Will there ever be another nuke plant built in the U. S. ? Probably not. At least not until a place is found and agreed upon to store, i.e. bury the waste. No spent fuel rods,which are never totally “spent,” have ever been disposed. Thousands of tons of dangerous fuel sit submerged in pools or in outdoor concrete and steel casks at all U. S. nuclear facilities.

Best quote by a nuclear safety expert: “It's low (accident) probability and high consequences.”

Republican Leaders John Boehner, Mitch McConnell and other influencers yesterday said that blame for the recent devastating earthquakes & tsunami in Japan “lay squarely at the feet of this President and his reckless socialist policies.”
House Speaker Boehner singled out the health care reform law for particular blame. “The cataclysmic repercussions of this socialist takeover of our health care system has had tectonic consequences on our world,” he said.
Senate Leader McConnell pointed to Obama's Wall Street financial reform bill for “shaking the fundamental stability of the world's economic system.”
Former Governor Mike Huckabee weighed in with accusations of Obama's Kenyan Mau Mau ancestry for a de-stabilizing effect. “All that spear-chucking by Obama's grandfather's Kenyan anti-British terrorist friends obviously has had a delayed butter-fly effect shifting the globe's axis .. the first time this has happened since the creation of the world about 6,000 years ago,” he said.
According to Minnesota Rep. Michelle Bachmann, Obama should apologize to America and Japan for his role in this disaster. “Since that historic day when our forefathers signed the Declaration of Independence right here on the concourse of the Mall of America in 1932 freedom has been ringing across the world. Now the only ringing is in the ears of over-taxed Americans..an anti-Liberty Bell sound of Tsunami warnings that Obama wants to re-locate that Famous Liberty Bell from Washington D. C. to his communist neighbor Bill Ayers' front yard.”
According to former House Speaker Newt Gingrich, the Japan nuclear plant melt-downs could have been avoided if only Obama wasn't so lazy and sanctimonious about matrimony. “I loved my country so much that I sacrificed two marriages when my wives were worn out and sick. It's obvious that Obama's madrassa-fueled brain-washing has affected his judgement concerning adultery and left these nuclear power plants vulnerable.”
Former Alaska half-governor Sarah Palin tweeted: Obama = Disaster = Earthquakes = Tsunami.

2010: Foreclosed but Not Forgotten

Two thousand ten
Now a has-been
One to remember
One to recall It
Let's re-wind'er
A reminder
Of what went down
The rabbit hole.

The world came together
When the earth fell apart
Opened eyes
And rendered hearts
Real tears fell
For Lil' Haiti's Hell
Not like the Grim Weeper
John Boehner
The dim reaper
Of political gain
But for reasons much saner
Real human pain
That quake that hit her
Gave a purpose to Twitter.

The British finally revenged
All their tea
We once boiled in our sea
Their oiled gusher engulfed us
Tophat or topkill maybe sealed the deal
For a billion gallons of drill baby drill. While Obama fluctuated
On and off
Shore solutions to toil
In the oil fields of
Pollution's woes
Roiled the watery graves
Of eleven men
Down below.
So BP Tony went on the attack
By crying out loud
“I'd like my life back.”

Scary times full of fear
Villains and heros
Distract us from Bedbugs and
Prayer rugs near ground zero.
Down for a single count went Blago Not a hair out place upon his noggo. Christine O'Donnell's not so witchy Jail-baited Lindsay's becoming kitschy. Pope says you might enter the kingdom
Even if You don a condom.

We showed our maturity
At airport security
TSA in a funk
Bro, don't touch my junk
Don't taser my razor
Or laser my blazer
Like a wall street bonus
The onus is on you to prove
If you're too big to fail
Maybe u need corporate Sildenafil
Just ask your banker he won't tell.

Hacktavist wacktavist
Wiki whacks and hackey sacks
Miley Salvia-ating on a bong
Bristol dancing that was wrong
NPR tried raising millions
Backfired firing old Juan Williams
Once Groupon a time
Google eschewed evil as a crime
Bret Farve texting, what a croc Toyotas ran but now can't stop
We're sticker-shocked by a Chevy Volt Four Loko liquor rocked revolt.

Who won the World Cup in a sport called Soccer?
Best movie a Hurt Locker?
Another sport for White Men manly Needed an oversized cup called Stanley.
And a porn star's promise to play the vuvuzelas
Of her 23,000 twitterers if her team didn't loozala.
And with the Cup within reach
Like Lebron, took her talents to South Beach
Rather than heed the Octopus named Paul
Who predicted the land of nether would fall
Again like LeBron left fans in pain When her lovely Netherlands lost to Spain

Zombies and Vampires
Birthers flat-earthers
We're all stuck in Middle East quagmires
Heat-packing teabaggers steeping in ire
Talking taxes and bailouts and death panel
Scares Constitutional fundamentalist purity
Strap-on guns their rights to bear
But dangit don't touch my Social Security
Mortgage deduction or my Medicare. Deficits and the economy deep in a ditch
But teabaggers silent on tax cuts for the rich.

Good news bad news
Political whiners
The good-old-days piners
We're on the wrong track
Want to take our country back
Rescue it like Chilean miners
Return it to its glory
An eightieth century bad romance story.
But we got GaGa we got Glee
Justin Beiber, little dweeber
Math or science not in fashion
Laundry tan and gym
With Kim Kardashian
Devolution's a dead end Situation
But it's no flukie
For a girl named Snookie.

Foreclosures Posers
Political Hosers
Entered & exited stage left and right They took their turns
Bowed and texted c u lata
Our only hero in two o ten
Jetblew his job Steven Slater.
But in two 0 eleven
I'll dream a fantasy farce
That Lisbeth Salander kicks
Sarah Palin's grizzlied arse.

Two thousand ten
Now a has-been
One to remember
One to recall It
Let's re-wind'er
A reminder
Of what went down
The rabbit hole.

Happy New Year to all .. 2010 www.praajek.com

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Who's advising this President? Or why can't this President think for
himself and propose something creative, strong, futuristic? Inspire
the nation. We will go to the moon. We will become energy independent
and lead the world in solving global climate change. We will build the
best hybrid cars, starting tomorrow… build a nation high- speed rail
system, create a national youth corps to help clean-up the Gulf. We
will jump-start and fast-track solar and wind energy projects in every
community. We will divert half of the Pentagon's military budget to
pay for this. We will nationalize energy companies. Something… Do
something bold, Mr. President. No. Instead he implores us to pray. Damn.

Ubetchya the The Obama administration's desire to bring alleged Sept.
11 mastermind Khalid Sheikh Mohammed to New York to face charges in a
civilian federal court will not happen as a result of the recent
failed car bombing of Times Square.

Ubetcha the Obama administration's desire to allow more off-shore oil
drilling is dead in the oily waters off the Gulf Shore.

Ubetcha the Repoob's oily attempts to describe the Gulf Shore oil
spill as Obama's Katrina moment , although slick, will gather about as
much traction as a gerbil in an oil can.

Ubetcha the Vatican term “de-frock” for kicking out a pedo priest
seems a bit unseemly…maybe they should say “de-pants.”

Must we aknowledge and celebrate everytime another celebrity joins
Twitter?

I'm beginning to feel sorry for Tiger Woods.

Tiger seems desperate. The Nike dad commercial is embarrassing to watch.

Of course great sports stars are not always great people. Tiger's like
Big Bill Tilden, one of the greatest tennis players. Off court and in
his private life Tilden had a predilection for teen boys. Except Big
Bill's public “exposure” came only after his career was over. Also,
Big Bill played a sport, unlike golf, that required real athleticism.
Tiger's athletic skills were obviously required and utilized off the
fairways.

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Watching Repooblican House leader John “Cigarette Tan Man” Boehner at last night’s House vote on Health Care reform reminded me of a spoiled brat screaming at mommy in a grocery store for a bag of gummy bears. In this pitiful little temper trantrum of coughed-up “hell-no’s” one could almost see dusty particulate clouds of ancient nicotine dust emitted from Boehner’s frothing, quavering cigarette-craving lips. He’ll need extra time in the tanning bed today after having busted half of his facial capalliaries during his curse-laden rant. So much for Repoobs honoring the dignity of the House of Representatives. One of Boehner’s pre-rant exhortations was for restoration of House “comity” or mutual respect. He pronounced it “comedy.”

Bart Stupak finally grew a pair. I think. His crazy demands for an abortion-proof health care bill garnered him sought-after national notoriety and made him a hero of the anti-choice, protect-the-unborn-but-not-the-born crowd. Until he voted against his own resolution and was shouted down from the Repoobican side with a scream of  “baby-killer.” How’d that all work out for you, Bart?

So now President Obama has a victory. After sitting out most of his first year on the sidelines, he finally awoke in the nick of time to rescue his signature piece of legislation. Repoobs are set to continue attacking, calling it Obamacare or Pelosicare, whipping up more scary scenarios of doom, collapse of modern American society, destruction of American culture. With all their weeping and gnashing of teeth, the best the Teabaggers can do seems to be literally spitting on congressional democrats. If the behavior of the repoobs and the sickening antics of the anti-government Medicare/Social Security recipient Teabaggers is any indication, maybe this does foreshadow the end of days. Let’s hope all the poison has been spent and we can now go on to live up to the promise that America represents. Health care for everyone is just the beginning of that promise.

Indiana’s milquetoast wussy Senator Evan Bayh is such a sensitive wan creature. With his Prufrockian crisply center-parted haircut, Senator Bayh sees life as a clean cut,  extra-starched spit-polished rigid rectitudinous walk on the safe side. The rigors and messy business of American legislating is just too messy for this soft hyper-sensitive official with the ninety pound weakling constitution. All this nasty “partisanship” is soooo offending. Goodness gracious. What must I do? he swoons.“Do I dare?…. “Do I dare?…Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair…Do I dare to eat a peach? measure out my life with coffee spoons… (my apologies, T.S. Eliot). Good riddance, Senator. The Democratic Party can do better.

Does anyone really ever refer to Sarah Palin as “the Governor” ..
except Fox News..?

Ok, let's don't call it ” global warming” anymore.. It's “climate
change.” Especially since Repoobs think crazy snow storms in
Washington D.C. are proof that the climate is not “warming.” Maybe
they need to watch Al Gore's “An Inconvenient Truth” again.. And
again…or wonder why Vancouver's Winter Olympics need to make snow.

Evolution is not a “theory”… It's not the theory of evolution.. It's
the LAW of evolution.

Life's a comedy for those who think;
A tragedy for those who feel.
…..Jean De La Bruyere

If u can't be a good example
At least be a horrible warning
…..Catherine Aird, author

With the excitement of the Super Bowl victory by the Saints over a team from Indiana, newly-elected New Orleans Mayor Mitch Landrieu, with blessing from the city council and local business organizations, approved a measure that will put the city on a permanent path of partying and celebrating.

“All this effort to rebuild our beloved city is just crazy, you know,” said Mayor Landrieu. “What we do best here is Parteeee, not this work, clean-up, re-build sheet,” he said. “From now on, we’ll direct our energies toward serious, balls-2-the levees, down’n and real-dirty celebratin’ the crap out everything,” said the Mayor, following a late-night council session where members drunkenly whooped approval of the measure.

“With our Super Bowl victory and Mardi Gras just around the corner, we are ready to launch this great city as America’s Party,” said one member of New Orleans Chamber of Commerce.  “We’ve got the infrastructure for celebration, the civic mood for gettin’ down, restaurants to feed the fun seekers, and women who know how to party like there’s no tomorrow,” he said. “Let’s face it, this city will never really make it…we’ll never be an Indianapolis, Omaha or one of those other successful cities…so let’s capitalize on our positives…whoooeeeeeee….lets parteeee, dude!” he shouted. 

Unreliable sources have confirmed rumors that Tiger Woods has graduated Cum Laude from sex-addiction school at the Institute of Sexual Rehabilitation in Hattisburg, Mississippi and will re-unite with his wife and family at a graduation party on Super Bowl Sunday. Same sources also confirm that Dr. Woods, who is now has a PhD in sex-addiction, will be required to consume daily doses of potassium nitrate, or Saltpetre in order to maintain his hard-earned degree. Woods is reportedly piloting a special new sub-dermal Salt Petre implant pump which disperses doses of the compound whenever he makes eye contact with a cocktail waitress. Woods’ wife, Elin, reportedly has also prepared a special Super Bowl chili seasoned generously with the sex-inhibiting compound. Commonly used in the production of fireworks and explosives, saltpetre is also a powerful sex drive retardant (woops, sorry for the R-word, Sarah…) and erection flaccididator. Woods’ wife also reportedly hopes that the combination of Salt Petre and Ambiem will help her newly educated hubby adjust to life at home, challenges in cocktail lounges, driveways and fairways with reduced slicing and hooking.

Concurrent with the sighs of desperation and grief over the devastation in Haiti are the inevitable questions of how will this seemingly god/man-forsaken little nation (not withstanding goofy TV preacher Pat Robinson who apparently is close enough to Satan to know the deals she makes with people) ever recover and become a land with more hope and less suffering.

One answer might be Statehood. Let’s help put Haiti on the path to become our 51st state.

Like Puerto Rico, Haiti could first become a U.S. Commonwealth and eventually be eligible for statehood.

Historically, Haiti has modern roots…since the Sixteen Hundreds, that mirror Puerto Rico. Both islands were invaded by the Spanish-led Columbus whose incursions enslaved, infected and decimated the indigenous Arawak Indians known as Taínos. Both islands imported African slaves as replacement chattel. Under U.S. administrative jurisdiction, Haiti could hasten its recovery while providing many cultural and economic benefits to the mainland U.S., just as Alaska and the Hawaiian Islands do. As U.S. citizens, just as Puerto Rican citizens do, Haitians could join our military…god knows we need all the recruits we can get to fight our myriad colonial nation-building wars in the Middle East. As U.S. citizens, just as Puerto Ricans do, Haitians would pay taxes income taxes, contribute to Social Security and thus become eligible for federal assistance programs such as food stamps, Medicaid and Medicare.

As we assist Haiti in overcoming this unimaginable tragedy, let’s work to give Haitians an option out of its history of exploitation, betrayal, occupation by foreign rulers, national despots and hopelessness. A national Haitian referendum on becoming a commonwealth of the U.S. and the possibility of statehood might be the answer to the question: how does Haiti ever survive and join the 21st century. 

Meanwhile, everyone can help with donations of money. Click here for Google’s site for Disaster Relief:
http://www.google.com/relief/haitiearthquake/#utm_campaign=en&utm_source=en-ha-na-us-sk&utm_medium=ha&utm_term=haiti%20relief

Also accepting cash and in-kind donations are the following sites: UNICEF (1-800-4UNICEF), Direct Relief, Yele Haiti, Partners in Health, Red Cross, World Food Program, Mercy Corps (1-888-256-1900), Save the Children, Lambi Fund, Doctors Without Borders, The International Rescue Committee, Care, William J. Clinton Foundation
The following organizations are accepting SMS donations in the US only:
    •    SMS text “HAITI” to 90999 to donate $10 to Red Cross relief efforts
    •    SMS text “YELE” to 501501 to Donate $5 to Yele Haiti’s Earthquake Relief efforts

The following organizations are accepting SMS donations in the US only:

• SMS text “HAITI” to 90999 to donate $10 to Red Cross relief efforts
• SMS text “YELE” to 501501 to Donate $5 to Yele Haiti’s Earthquake Relief efforts

With Obama Administration’s approval to house terrorist suspects now held in Guantánamo Bay in a rural Illinois prison, the right-wingnut weeping and wailing, muxing and bruxing is keeping them hooked on Ambien. What if the terrorist suspects escape and infiltrate or take over the bucolic village of Thompson, IL where the now-empty hi-security prison stands? What if terrorist buddies move to Thompson to be closer to their incarcerated buddies? Will the terrorist suspects be granted conjugal rights…with a local girl or boy they fall in love with during a Christian-like compassion visit and then get married? Will they be allowed to Twitter? Damn, so many things could go wrong that could lead to decreased American security. One major safeguard the residents of Thompson could employ would be to remove all monkey bars from public playgrounds and backyards. As we all know, there is nothing a terrorist suspect would like better than to escape and head to the closest set of monkey bars in order to get back in shape for further terrorist acts. Monkey bars… Get rid of ’em.

Jeeze, who could blame the poor guy…when faced with such temptation…his homely, haggard housewife, Elin (in swimsuit):

or killer hottie Kalika Moquin (headshot)….>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Anagrams for tiger woods
Ow its gored !
Does it grow ! 
Got Wise Rod ?

In another unconfirmed shocking and revealing rumor it is rumouredly reported that British singing sensation Susan Boyle has possibly admitted to a torrid one-night stand with golfer billionaire Tigre Woods. “I always called him “Tigre,” the Britain’s Got Talent star contestant reportedly says. “It just sounds so much classier than just that plain old beasty, pouncing name.” According to various unconfirmed reports, Ms. Boyle says that while astride him during their alledged one-nighter, he demanded she sing a full-throated “I Dreamed a Dream.” “Of course I obliged him,” she reportedly said.

Although former President Bush couldn’t pronounce “strategy” one certainly cannot accuse the Obama Administrtion of not having a “strategy,” even if they pronounce it “stratastrophe.” Recently released is a powerpoint presentation with 31 slides outlining in maniacal detail its “Dynamic Planning for COIN (Counterinsurgency) in Afghanistan.” Here are a few of the slides…which should give one total faith in Obama’s new war adventure: This unclassified document from the Office of the Joint Chiefs of Staff shows the U.S. military’s plan for “Afghanistan Stability/COIN Dynamics – Security.”
Double click on images to enlarge.

 click here for the entire Obama slide presentation…”strateegery.”
The full presentation that includes the Spirograph strategy map (pdf)

America, although it probably doesn't know it nor really cares, is on
the eve of war tonight. Tomorrow, if all goes as predicted, President
Obama, who came to power as the candidate who would end the Iraqi war,
now is ready to engage and thrust America fully into a war against
Afghanistan. So much for “change we can believe in.”

…is my heart healthy enough for sex?
…Is my liver healthy enough for sex?
…Is my spleen healthy enough for sex?
…Is my appendix healthy enough for sex?
…is my pancreas healthy enough for sex?
…Are my feet healthy enough for sex?
…What about my hands?
…My head?
…My …..?

Best anagrams for that book with Palin’s picture on the cover, called “Going Rogue.” …

• Gouge Groin

• Ego Rouging

I went to a christian bookstore and stole the book about Palin. Refused to buy it. Encourage all to steal it. And steal it from a christian bookstore. Or better yet, Walmart.

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes…again
…”The End”…The Doors

Do we live in an apocalyptic time? In America crazy gun-wielding, Nazi-sign waving tea-baggers, a Muslim Army shrink seeking virgins in heaven, hostage-takers, school-shooting loners, child kidnapers and serial killers headline the news. Violence rules. And the #1 rule is guns. Without them where would we be? Pry away those guns from the dead cold fingers around the triggers of the American maelstrom. Don’t pry for me, America. Pry away, pry away.

November brings two movie releases about these apocalyptic times. One, about The End; the Apocalypse to end all Apocalypses, or as German director Roland Emmerich says so cliche-ly, “the mother of all apocalypses.”  The movie, “2012” gets its raison d’être from the now popular myth of a Maya prediction that the end of the world will be in 2012. Mostly special CGI effects with John Cusak outrunning an exploding apocalyptic fireball as he leaps to escape into a half-flying jet…whew, damn Apocalpyse almost burned my ass, he almost says.

The other doomsday November flick….gloomy November the month of doom…is based on Cormac McCarthy’s elegiac and terrifying novel, “The Road.” A father (Vigo Mortensen) trudges thru a post-atomic bombed-out world (filmed mostly in Pittsburgh) with his son, on a quest for….nothing really…just survival, although he tells his son they travel to keep the fire (of humanity) alive. Along the way they encounter the usual detritus of Armageddon: burnt homes, bodies, an unopened Coca Cola (great product placement…but should have had them running across a homeless, old football roadster,  Mean Joe Greene, former Pittsburgh Steelers defensive tackle, who reprises the famous 1981 TV commercial by giving the boy his Coke…).

Anyway, of the two movies, I’d go down “The Road.” At least it’s a story, albeit depressing, that has some special meaning, instead of just special effects.

What a difference a year makes….last year at this time America (about 60%) was celebrating the victory of Barack Obama’s election as President of the U.S., unarguably the most powerful job on earth. Except because of the way Obama has embraced his job, it doesn’t seem all that powerful anymore. With a 9 million vote plurality, Mr. Obama has squandered his mandate of just-say-hope in exchange for worthless across-the-aisle gestures to just-say-nope Repoobs. In the name of bi-partisanship, his audacious quest for “change you can believe in” has taken the path of least resistance, instead of Robert Frost’s “road less traveled.” Instead of “yes we can,” Mr. Obama limps slowly, body language gasping “guess we can’t.” Instead of bold he seems bought and sold. Instead of hoops, he now golfs. At least he still gives good speech. A year later is all lost? We like to think not. Here are some things Obama can do from this day on to reclaim his lost  mojo.

Man up 1. There will never be honest hands across the aisle. Quit reaching out…there’s only a palm buzzer in those repoob hands you longingly seek to grasp.

Man up 2. Take it to them. Enough defense. As in tennis, (enough football metaphors) always move forward…don’t stand still and get caught in “no man’s land.”

Man up 3. Fire Rahm. Yes, can Emmanuel. He hasn’t served you well. Hire Howard. As in Howard Dean. Rahm Emmanuel is too caught up in his own self-importance…his tough guy visage in his morning mirror satisfies him. And no one else the rest of the day.

Man up 4. Fire Tim Geither. He may be competent but this guy is the face of arrogance and condescension.

Man up 5. Have the testicular fortitude to tell General McChrystal no. No more American troops for an undeclared war on a stone-age land of people so battle-scarred and hardened by invasions from foreigners that they know life only as war. What do we gain in exchange for the blood of our nation’s youth?

Robert Frost wrote it:
“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

Guest non-blogga HaafTime’s comments on my previous post re: e-books deserve to be raised to eye level…here he says:

I see some other problems with the e-book.
(1) In a down economy, bookmark production and sales will be drastically reduced.
(2) I see difficulties with teaching our daughters how to walk with socially accepted posture with an e-book balanced on their head. Perhaps with a leveling app!!
(3)I don’t want to ever see a stack of e-books karate chopped.
(4) It would be impossible to be assumed intelligent on the subway or in the park reading an e-book instead of a paperback. One might just assume you are playing a video game.
(5) It would be way too expensive to burn Sarah Palin and Glen Beck e-books
(6) You could never again use the phrase,”makin a scene with a magazine”
(7) Last but not least, and I have a little experience with this one, criminals will no longer be allowed to have the book thrown at them! I’ll put that one on the plus side.

Obama screwed up again. At least according to Repooblicans, he can’t do anything right. This time the President has the audacity to go out and win the Nobel Peace Prize. How dare him! Figures, figure the Repoobs, the Prize is decided by a bunch of “furraners”…who love one of their ilk. Show us that birth certificate, you Nobel Prize winner.

Can we blame, not the Bossa Nova, but the BushaRova, for the Olympic committee’s decision last week to shrug off Chicago and award the games to Rio? After eight years of showing America’s ugly backside to the world, the U.S. snub was a small tweak to pay. Despite winning the Nobel Peace Prize, it will take more than one year for Obama to makeover the Ugly American Bush years.

He may have won the Nobel Peace Prize, but might also be in contention for the Rummy Rumsfeld War Prize (still under development by a world-wide committee of war mongers) if President Obama capitulates to the blood-thirsty desires of General Stanley McChrystal for more American cannon fodder in Afghanistan. Maybe the Nobel committee should have waited a few weeks…or years, for their decision.

Praajek has just received from an unnamed source in the White House speech-writing office a copy of a first draft of his controversial speech to school children advocating his socialist agenda. Here are excerpts:

Dear Young Comrades: Welcome back from your voluntary summer of service to your local community and future great nation…which some in our old capitalist system refer to as “vacation.” As we celebrate our nation’s workers this Labor Day season, it is a time to praise the collective will of the people who pay thru honorable taxes the costs of your worthy education and future service to the state. It is also a time to remind you of your collective responsibility to achieve greatness thru your state-funded education, not for the sake of personal aggrandizement, but for the collective good of our worker society. Today is the not only the first day of the Peoples’ Education Calendar, it is the first day of another noble opportunity for each of you to work is unison thru brother/sisterhood for the worthy goal of distributing the wealth of our soon to be, under my Beloved Leadership, great nation. Go forth, Young Comrades..conquer and overcome your old capitalist fears of competition, work together in egalitarian fellowship and read daily together from my Teachings of Your Beloved Leader for the wisdom you need and seek in your communitarian lives.
…President Obama

The health care reform “debate,” not much of a real debate so far with gun-totin’ Lyndon LaDouche, NRA, and other wacky hate groups dominating the town-hall discussions, has focused on the ridiculous lie that Obama wants government bureaucrat-staffed “death panels” to make decisions on “end of life” options, or as the President himself described “pulling the plug on grandma.” Fueled by Sarah “The Quitter” Palin, Repooblican House leader John “The Fake Tan Cigarette Man” Boehner, the goofy “death panel” charge actually grabbed some traction and along with the “public option-socialist health care” lies has succeeded in digging serious potholes for Obama’s health care reform initiatives.

The “death panel” idea was actually touched on humorously in Christopher Buckley’s (son of late conservative-elitist William F. Buckley) 2007 novel, “Boomsday.” The story features a hot, late twenties PR blogger babe who half-seriously proposes that Baby Boomers, when reaching retirement commit to committing suicide (Voluntary Transitioning) in order to reduce Social Security burdens on her generation and ameliorate boomer drain on economic resources. In exchange for pulling the plug on themselves at an agreed-upon age, Boomers would receive government incentives such as free Botox, Viagra and exemptions from estate taxes. The idea catches fire nationally as the whateva-genners take to retirement villages and burn down (up) boomer golf courses. A presidential contender runs on the voluntary transitioning platform rousing the ire of the Catholic Church and rightwing-nut christian hate mongers. It’s all funnier than it sounds. If only the “Obama Death Panels” fabrications were so funny.
Check out Bill Maher’s imagined TV game show, “American Death Panel.
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Hurricane Claudette, we hardly knew ye….blown away by Hurricane Bill. What’s with naming hurricanes anyway? Why always whitebread names…where’s the healthy whole wheat fiber? Where’s hurricane Darnell, Lateshia, Precious, Darius, Jamal, Tyrone, DeShawn, Tayshaun. Here are the National Hurricane Center‘s 2009 Atlantic names for hurricanes:
* Ana * Bill * Claudette * Danny * Erika * Fred * Grace * Henri * Ida * Joaquin * Kate * Larry * Mindy * Nicholas * Odette * Peter * Rose* Sam* Teresa * Victor* Wanda. (ok, Henri, Joaquin and Odette are a bit more exotic) Otherwise….boring. I want a Hurricane Johnelle.

Afghanistan has quietly passed a law permitting Shia men to deny their
wives food and sustenance if they refuse to obey their husbands’
sexual demands. (Doesn’t this make you proud that American lives are
being sacrificed there to defend this wonderfully progressive
country.) Now if only America had a law like this female obesity rates
would plummet like Obama’s approval ratings.

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Ok, this is really gonna hurt. Hurt Sarah “The Quitter” Palin and her rabid little fan base. In America we're not supposed to judge people on their looks, pulchritudinous or lack thereof (?) but have you noticed how Palin, as her rhetoric gets uglier, is morphing from an approved-level of American-defined attractiveness to a countenance that bears more & more similarity to the face of…not attractive.. In other words, (I'm trying to be nice, here) the uglier she talks the uglier she becomes. If she keeps this up she'll have no base whatsoever… her suppport up until now based mainly on old white Southern-culture guys who thinks she's hot.

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So dudes, you're pretty hot on Guitar Hero…can even crank some sick air guitar? What's missing?….beyond real musical talent, a Wilco-like backup band, a big recording contract and arenas full of fans waving iPhone cigarette lighters and swarms of backstage pre-moistened nubile groupies?

I'll tell you what's missing: you don't SMELL like a rock star, dumbshit !

Well now you can exude Nine Inch Nails, the aroma of Aerosmith, spray on a tang of Tool, a boquet of Black Sabbath, be redolent of Rage ATM, be stenchy of Sex Pistols and even achieve a wiff of Weezer.

All by just buying fashion designer John Varvatros' new perfume for men, “Rocker Volumn One” (other “volumns” on the way?). The new manfume, which comes in a “flacon” instead of a bottle, (a flacon is a flask or bottle, illiterate nitwit) purports to evoke a “heavy metal rock'n' roll vibe.”

It's all in the nose. Now get rockin', fool.

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Last week North Korea called Hillary Clinton a funny lady who looks like a “primary schoolgirl” or “a pensioner going shopping”,

This week her husband Bill traveled to North Korea…not to defend her honor by challenging Kim Il Sung to nuclear duel at dawn, but to bring home the two young imprisioned American journalists held since March and recently sentenced to 12 years in a sure-death work camp. Big Bill, as always, got his girls.

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Back.. and not yet “recovered” from a week-long blogging hiatus. Last
time I do that.

First: cool it y'all. Take a deep breath. Life is good, whether we are
in recovery, remission, recession, regret, relapse, reclusion or
reflection.

Last week I posted some random musings of blogger friend Daamage'd.
One item wondered about Obama's toughness on getting health care
reformed; another was a riff on the old joke about smoking after sex;
and thirdly (sp?) a “wondering,” half in jest and half in frustration,
about why society won't allow an addict who recovers to lead a healthy
life declare ” I beat (the Big A) addiction! ” Just as one who
survives cancer can say (“smugly” …more on that word in a moment) I
beat the Big C.

Whew… well, as you can see from the nearly 30 comments below,
Praajek's guest blogger's addiction/cancer supposition unleashed a
torrent of hate and invective. You would have thought that Daamage'd
had proposed legalizing child porn or Republican maritial fidelity.

Let's be honest here folks. Some of these comments are just plain
hateful. (thank the gods Molly Carter of the Hazelden Institute
injected, I mean, shed light on all this darkness. Thanks Molly for
your defense of Daamage'd). Why the intolerance for free speech and
the right to express an opinion …. even one indelicately
expressed…. Disagree, yes .. But cool it on the hate stuff.

Which brings us to Daamage'd's ill-chosen use of the word “smugly”
which I should have edited. In a defense re-comment, Daamage'd wrote
that she, like Obama recently, should “recalibrate” his use of the “s”
word, which detracted and distracted from the real message: that, why
can't a recovered drug victim declare victory just as a recovered
cancer ( or heart disease, etc) victim?

Granted, not all… indeed not most, cancer victims engage in
behaviors that contribute to or actually cause their disease… Family
history, DNA, environmental and socio-economic factors all can doom
one to many different diseases. But what about Winston who chooses to
smoke cigarettes, surely an invitation to lung cancer; or Donald, who
ignores basic dietary hazards and is tempted to try the quad beef
pattie quad cheese quad bacon quad-almighty burger? Surely one who
gives in to the temptation to eat one of these nutritional gateway
food drugs cannot be surprised to find himself coming back for
more…a moral failing that could lead to cancer or heart
failure? …who am I to judge?

So, let's remain cool…continue to communicate.. but ditch the diss,
muffle the mean and hang the hate..
Praajek

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(while praajek is taking a few moments off, guest blogga DaMaage'd offers some randums..

If a “quality” health care bill is ever going to be passed, Barrack Obama will have to learn how to flex muscles. Our President walks up to the press podium with the swagger of FittyCent and magically transforms into Prince, formally known as Obama, the “LEADER” of the free world..!!!

The new Iphone, known for burning and smoking after use, reminds me of a question presented to me a few years back, ” Dude, do you smoke after sex?” My response ” I don't know, I never look down”

How come we “recovering” addicts are always recovering and therefore never cured while cancer survivors are afforded the smug phrase ” Yea, I beat the Big C.” Why can't I say “yo, I beat the Big A.”

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Those moonwalk conspirisists, estimated to be about six percent of
Americans who believe that the 1969 moon landing was faked, created
and filmed in an earthly studio, have it all wrong. Recently-released
NASA videos..purportedly restored and enhanced, have just been issued
and prove these luney moonies have huge craters in their theories.
NASA's new films clearly show that the “landing” actually took place,
not in a Hollywood movie lot, but was filmed on the planet Vampira, a
blood-red secret moon of our moon, totally hidden from earthly eyes by
ancient red clouds of Vampira Dusta. The Apollo XI astronaughts
overshot our cheesy Man-in-the-Moon and landed instead on Vampira, a
much smaller planet that scientists and astromoners have kept
conspiritorily TOP SECRET from the world's public masses. What the
Apollo “moon” astronaughts brought back to earth were not moon rocks,
but rather boots and suits covered in red Vampira Dusta.

Billions and billions of light years ago … even before there were
light years, there were “Dark” years…years in which Vampires stalked
and ruled the galaxies. A cataclysmic eruption on planet Vampira wiped
out all life sending torrents of Vampire blood incinerated into dust
as a protective cloud enshrouding it from earth eyes. Until 1969 when
Neil Armstrong mistakenly set boot on the dried-blood surface. When
the Apollo boys landed back on earth, they spread the dark red Vampira
Dusta on earth. Our Government has kept us in the dark about this…
But now I am revealing the truth… It took almost 40 years for the
Vampira Dusta the incubate on earth. Now just look at the New York
Times bestseller book list. Five of the top bestsellers are Vampire
books. We are quietly, in the still of the night, becoming obsessed
with Vampires. It is now our fate, which the Government has covered up
for 40 years, to slowly yet inexororably, populate the earth with
Vampires.

Is it a coincidence that earth's first “living” Vampire, Michael
Jackson, just conveniently dies weeks before the 40th Anniversary of
the lunar landing? The very Vampire Jackson who mesmerized the world
with his “moonwalk?”

Luney Moony moonlanding conspirisists, you got it wrong. Now you know.

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Recent NY Times article quoted a golf pro instructor saying that one of the worst things golfers could do before a round was hit golf balls on the practice range.
“Going to the range usually messes the average golfer up for the whole day,”
“They should start by just swinging several different clubs without hitting anything,” he said. “Warm up your swing and your muscles for maybe 10 minutes.

Response from one dedicated Praajek follower to this advice:

“The key word is “average” golfer and that's all any and most of us will ever hope to be. With that in mind, here are a few realistic warm up routines I have instilled in my game. 1st, walk vigorously to the clubhouse and order 18 Miller products with ice and methodically place in an Igloo cooler. Commence ingesting aprox 48 oz's prior to first tee. This will alleviate most 1st tee stresses. The 12 oz curl is imperative for proper elbow and shoulder function as well as eye/ hand coordination. Continue this practice throughout the round, staggering your Millers every other hole or as needed. Should this routine be so sucessful to the point of potentially lowering your handicap, reach into your bag and light up a big fat one, deeply inhaling to the point of a mild cough, but not to disturb other “average'rs”. This will certainly insure a double or triple bogey or possibly a quad. This will virtually guarantee the stabilization of current handicap status
for future gambling ventures. If these suggested routines are rigorously followed, a most fulfilling round will be earned.”

Having played golf on occasions, I have to agree. That's what I've come to appreciate about golf….it's not an athletic endeavor… Nor a real sport.. But rather just a past-time like playing cards. What other professional sport, which golf purports to be, allows you to bring a personal butler along to carry your equipment and counsel you as to how to play the game? Ha… Gotta love a “sport” like that.

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Leave it yo the good old gray lady New York Times to hire a headline writer to “pen” this July 13 headline:
“It lacks the Swaggar of 'Borat' but 'Bruno' opens on Top at the Box Office”.
SWAGGER??? No no no. Swagger is John Wayne, goofy George W. Bush in a flight suit . Swagger is “swaggar”…it's what Fity Cent does, what half of country western singers try to do: a fake dishonest machismo that says “hey, in case you missed it I'm a man.”
The new Sasha Cohen Baron film, “Bruno” is about an over-the-top, bend-ova backwards gay fashionista from Austria who visits homophobic America. Bruno don't do “swaggar.” Limp-wristfuls of mincing and princing, but no swagger. Hey, can't wait to see “Bruno.” Try to get some sleep til I post my review.

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Good news – bad news..Afgan-style. Marital rape, or sex on-demand outlawed. But wives must still submit to housework on-demand. Now that's progress. And you thought we were spending $ billions and killing innocent civilians with unmanned Predator drones and wasting American lives for nothing?

Robert Strange McNamara, the slick-haired “boy wonder” president of Ford Motors and “smartest man” John F. Kennedy said he knew and who appointed him as his war czar in 1961, died July 6. He managed the Vietnam war with his then-unique skills of systems analysis and tacitly sent thousands of young Americans to often gruesome deaths in the jungles of Vietnam. He later, in his long 93 year life, admitted that he knew the war was futile but failed to share his doubts. He died quietly and peacefully in his sleep.

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Watching clips of the Pop King's extravaganza memorial and the concurrent non-stop media coverage it's clear that the fifty year old dancer-singer was really Jesus Christ re-incarnated. His songs of love and oneness, His miracle feet able to walk on the moon while earth bound, His Love of little children…. His betrayal by those closest to Him and His eventual crucifixion on the cross of modern culture….how could we not see? How could we let our prejudices against plastic surgery and skin whiteners blind us to the real vision of His Holiness, Jesus Jackson Christ. Forgive us, oh Sequinned Gloved One. In three days Ye shall Rise Again. I'm coloring eggs in anticipation.

King of Whiteface?

A comment from Anonymous to my recent post about Mike Jackson's death warrants being undug from the “comments” section… Here it is…
Yea “P” the little man boy will certainly be missed as well as the boundries he sucessfully crossed. Micheal Jackson, the Asa Yoelson ( Al Jolson ) of the 21st century, only in WHITEFACE. The similarities are remarkable. ( Al Jolson A Biography by John Kenrick ) Both would remain emotional children for their entire lives, both sentimentalist with hearts of gold, who conquered and in turn ignored young woman, and both would be refered to as man-boys. Jacko would cross the ultimate racial barrier by doing everything humanly possible in transforming his African ethnic makeup. He took a page right out Griffins ” Black Like Me” He would change his appearence and instead of going south, Jacko would run the gauntlet through Motown and Harlam. This could never had happened in the 60's with the likes of Bobby Seal,Eldridge Cleaver and Dick Gregory spouting the belief(and rightfully so) that black is beautiful..!! Our most famous man-boy also redefined the
American socio-sexual environment, performing for the masses simulating female masterbation, one hand caressing his breast, the other hand between his crotch, minus the middle finger. It would become a Jacko trademark. The King of Pop, for sure but maybe, just like Jolson, the King of Vaudeville as well..!
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Holy jeezus, why won't this REPUBLICAN SC Gov. Sandford guy just shutup? Now he's giving extended interviews about his romantic affair with Argentina Maria. Next he'll be on Oprah…Or throwing chairs at his wife on Jerry Springer. Why doesn't the dude just resign, divorce wifeypoo and fly to Buenos Aires and live happily u(until he gets the urge to go hiking agaIn) for some time ever-after with curvy hips Maria? How could the media say that this guy had a “once-promising political future?”. He's goofy as hell. Ah, and in…loooove.

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The Thriller is Gone

Woe b we… The Thriller Is Gone!! That Big Hand in the Sky reached
down and took the White Gloved Hand Heavenward. Children of the World
suffer today, playgrounds are silent and sleepy songs of bedtime joy
bewilders restless little hearts. Goodnight oh Uniformed Gloved Fine-
featured one…now you can Just Beat It in Heaven.

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“After a barrage of news media requests about the missing governor began Monday, the governor's spokesman, Joel Sawyer, released a statement on Monday afternoon saying that the governor was taking some time to recharge” ….NY Times, 06/25/2009.

Oh, those lusty Repoobs…another one caught with his pants down. Gotta love this one, though … South Carolina Gov Mark Sanford's first excuse for his strange six day disappearance was that he was hiking….oh yeah, hiking alright… hiking Argentina Maria's skirt …don't cry for me, Argentina….nor America.

The ever-evolving Bob Dylan and his music in recent years has, in my opinion degenerated along
with his infamously growly voice. His latest album, Together Thru Life, with unoriginal blues and old standard riffs you’ve heard a thousand times before, exude bitterness and loss, and bitterness because of loss the way few artists can do today. I no longer go to his live concerts…at one last year in Chicago he sat the entire time behind a keyboard wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat and mumbled thru a bunch of incomprehensible songs. Didn’t know whether to feel sorry for him or for me for spending the big bucks on the tickets. His refusal to ever play a “hit” from the past, or even non-hits from the recent past, seems more like incapability rather than just simple stubbornness. Still gotta love the guy, though…for some of the best music ever written and recorded.
Hey…Dylan’s current riverboat/western look makes him seem as if he was separated at birth from NASCAR dude Richard Petty. And was Sacha Baron Cohen’s Bruno character foreshadowed by this photo of Dylan?

Just as I predicted recently hypocritical Repoobs are ramping up criticism of Obama for not speaking out stronger against the Iranian regime for stealing their 2000 Presidential election playbook. Too bad we meek Americans stood by like lambs while BushCheney et al stole the election from Al Gore. If we'd been more courageous like the Iranian people perhaps we would have been spared 8 years of the disasterous Bush regime.

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Laura Ling. Euna Lee. Who? Just two young journalists in a North Korean prison. Sentenced June 8 by North Korea's top Central Court, the two are accused and were found guilty of undefined “grave crimes” against the government. They face 12 years in the world's worst prison system, a virtual death camp according to sources who have survived it. As TV journalists for Current TV is a youth-oriented network founded by the winner of the 2000 US presidential election Al Gore. Available on most cable TV systems, Current provides news of national and international events and issues not covered by any other news outlets. Catering to the Holy-Grail 18-34 age demographic, Current intersperses short news reportage by its young correspondents with short viewer-generated videos, You Tube cuts and lite-hearted movie reviews and cartoons. It's witty, fast-paced, non-attention demanding and most of all entertaining. All things that regular network and big cable news is
not. When it was announced briefly last week of Ling and Lee's conviction and 12 year sentence, most media briefly covered it. Since then it has almost dissappeared from any news. After already having been detained for three months in North Korea, the two reporters now face a sentence tantamount to death. It's a delicate situation for the US but let's hope the Obama Administration is working behind the scenes to free them before it's too late.

Gone too long
(Back. Almost…) Seems like Iranian crazyman leader Mamoud Ahmadinajad has stolen the recent election by stealing the U.S. Repoobican 2000 presidential playbook…Intimidate voters, rig voting boxes, hold back paper ballots in key opposition strongholds. Of course we can look forward to Repoob leaders Flush Phlegmball, Dick Cheney and Carrie Prejean accusing the Obamaninistas of not protesting the Iranian “selection” of Ahmadinjahad…stay alert.

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*(Anagram for Sonia Sotomayor)

Ok, let’s cut to the salsa of basic political analysis. One of Supreme Court nominee Sonia Sotomayor’s major issues, heretofore unspoken, is not her race, not her previous case rulings, not her statement that judges make policy, and not any activist judicial leanings she might or not harbor. It’s her looks. Her stringy hair, her unkempt body image, her general over-all sloppy personal appearance. Look, if British Idol singing-sensation Susan Boyle can get a makeover, then why in the hell didn’t Team Obama take this woman to a salon and get her hair styled. Repoobs took a moo-moo-wearin’, dirty-jeaned, rat-haired governor of Alaska, Sarah Palin, on a Bergdorf Goodman shopping spree. Most would agree she cleaned-up rather nicely. Wake up Team Obbie. If you want these upcoming Senate hearings to go smoothly, squeeze this woman into a Body Shaper (as seen on TV !), shop her at BG’s and schedule an appointment at Garren’s New York for a full-service salon treatment. Guarantee she won’t be Borked.

While President Obama and Democrats fight to rescue the economy…the HR-passed credit card bill for example….Republicans take on the Big Issues that Americans are really concerned with. By tacking on a special Amendment to the credit card bill, which blocks deceptive and abusive credit card practices by banks, the Republicans showed America who really cares for them, which party is looking out for their best interests.

What is this Republican amendment that Americans have hungered after and which will likely propel the Republicans back to national leadership? The Amendment allows all Americans, and non-Americans, to carry firearms in National Parks. Whew ! Thank Gawdalmighty I can finally visit a Yellowstone National Park and feel safe with my fully automatic Glock 18.

Republicans have been running on four basic wedge-issues for decades. God (that covers a multitude of sins); Guns (anti-gun control); Gays (anything non-traditional in American life); and Grizzlies (anti-environmental issues). With this heat-packin’ amendement to the Credit Card bill, Republicans have hit two of their best-loved issues, guns and grizzlies. Now, to fine-tune this Right-2-Bear Arms legislation, Repoobs should ban Gays from enjoying the fruits of this special new law. Nuthin’ more dangerous than a gun-totin’ ho-mo-sex-u-al in a National Park. Armed to the teeth, you never know what kind of pree-verted thangs them gay might make them park bears do. Former Repoob Senator Rick “Man-on-Dog” Santorum, where are you, boy?

• Is Nancy Pelosi trying to bring back the big shoulders 80’s look or has she just not bought any new clothes lately.

• New York Times Guidelines for Submitting a Wedding Announcement: Couples posing for pictures should arrange themselves with their eyebrows on exactly the same level and with their heads fairly close together. Couple pictures should be printed in a horizontal format.

• 9-11 mastermind, Khalid Sheikh Mohammed, is now referred to in most media outlets as KSM. Guess after enduring 183 waterboardings in one month one gets a cute appellation…”mastermind KSM.” Wonder if OBL is jealous. (Hey, is this guy still in Gitmo, or have we turned him over to DBC (Dicky Bruce Cheney?).

• Don’t know about you but I”m glad Obama’s not releasing any more torture photos. Seeing lots of Dick Cheney on TV recently fulfills any morbid curiosity I might harbor about what the face of torture looks like.

• What did Bats do to piss off God so much. First it made them bats. Now it’s killing them-off with a white-nose fungus.

The snarl of the upper lip seems to be more pronounced these days. The voice, low and modulated, barely rises or lowers with any emphasis, creating an ominous sense of fear, of impending doom like a movie mobster Don who addresses his crew and calmly, barely changing his cadence, slips out a pool stick to suddenly crush the skull of an unsuspecting employee. (seen that film?) (oh, and, and click on the pic of Miss Calif for more…pic here just window dressing)

Read Maureen Dowd in today’s NY Times….
“…..Cheney has popped out of his dungeon, scary organ music blaring, to carry on his nasty campaign of fear and loathing.”

The Man Who Thought He Was King works hard to create this image of a tough guy in a suit, of restrained violence, a don’t fcuk with me or I’ll-rip-your-head off personae. But don’t be fooled. This is a person who five times (asked for and received five deferments) dodged service in Vietnam, a conflict he supported and where he could have shown just how really tough he was. When asked about his deferments, Cheney reportedly said, “I had other priorities in the ’60s than military service.”

This is a little man who stretched his four-year college career to six…gosh, scary war still being waged.

This is the lip-snarling, darth vader-wannabe who, after the 9-11 attacks… which happened on his and his mentor’s watch… hid in an undisclosed location (bunker) for nearly eight years, and like Osama Bin Laden, periodically issued politically-motivated dire warnings of imminent terrorists attacks.

And now he has his wife and daughter speaking for him in defense of his war crimes. Little Liz and wifeypoo Lynne say that daddy’s torture tantrums kept America safe and if you disagree you are “fashionable… (and) side with the terrorists.” What’s next, grandson Samuel, baby of daughter Mary and her partner Heather, in a special TV ad for grumpa’s torture pleasures? You one tough dude, Mr. Cheney.

A nude, topless and partially buttocked photo of U.S. Senator Arlen Spector was discovered today by Praajek and is published here for the first time. According to an unreliable source, the nude Spector photo was taken several years ago while he was still a Republican. Positions of Democrat Senate Leadership require that Senators sign a release attesting that they have never posed nude for photographs. At post time, Praajek was unable to reach the Senator for a statement.

Former Congressman and vice presidential candidate Jack Kemp’s recent death stimulates the current national discussion about the future of the Republican Party. Kemp, a moderate Republican, represented a faction that wanted to expand the base of the party to minorities beyond it’s southern white support. (click here to read an excellent column by Bob Herbert in the May 5, New York Times on Kemp and his “Futile Quest.” )

Kemp failed and today’s Repoobs remain isolated, mostly southern and primarily white. The Party’s failure to change and its stubborn pursuit of ideals constructed and promoted since the beginning of the confederacy leaves it today with a core constituency still clinging to white supremacy as it’s basic, if often disguised and publicly denied, belief.

Disguised in the robes of faith and religion, “modern” Republicanism (oxymoron) adheres to rigidity, fundamentalism and intolerance on issues of immigration,(keep non-whites out) gun control (protect whites from non-whites) science/evolution (aryanism, god is christian white, we didn’t come from a bunch of monkeys) government activism (states’ rights…keep federal “gummit” outta here so we can make the rules); anti-unionism (keep good jobs for whites), health care (less is more…for non-wealthy and non-whites), individual rights (gay marriage…them gays worse than minorities), women’s’ rights (right to choose, keep men..whitemen… on top); and their marquee issue, taxation (reduce taxes that fund social programs designed to help the poor, like food stamps and medicaid.)

Of course a small faction of moderate Republicans soldier on down this destructive lock-step march to irrelevancy; one, like Arlen Spector, defected. Other moderates wince in the face of their party’s new leaders, Rush Limbaugh (aka Flush Phlegmball) and Sarah “U-Betcha-Winkin'” Palin. Their call for a re-brand of their party sounds hollow, like re-naming Swine Flu H1N1. Spells and smells like pig’s HINI to me.

Today’s Republican Party, coming off major national repudiation, is engaged in serious self-assessment, weeping, teeth-gnashing and internecine battles for leadership. There is talk about re-branding the Party, not re-branding it, or just killing it off and burying it. This year’s Abraham Lincoln bicentennial should serve as a history lesson and baseline reminder to today’s “just say no to everything because we have no answers” Republicans. (Thanks to fellow neighbor and truthsayer, Monty M. for penning the following for Praajek’s blog)

Leading up to 1860, the Republican Party stood for national unity, government support for economic progress and education; it embraced immigration and equal access for all Americans to the land in the west. The Confederacy was born out of a rejection of that Republican Party.

Confederates were parochial and regional. They opposed government support for new roads, bridges, canals and railroads. Their opposition to the industrial revolution and government support for education was rooted in their dependence on the plantation economy of the South. The Confederates’ were suspicious and hostile toward cities and immigrants; their class-system with plantation owners at the top supported by slaves and their free labor served them well.

Although the Confederates were defeated in their attempt to destroy the country to protect their parochial interests, vestiges of the confederacy lingered. Jim Crow laws challenged Reconstruction and the South continued to lag behind the rest of the county in education, industrial progress and equality. Despite the eventual demise of Jim Crow laws and the success of the Civil Rights movement, the culture of the Confederacy persisted. White Democratic Southerners were ripe for exploitation by the Republicans’ “southern strategy” of the 1960s, effectively transforming the Republican Party into new Confederates.

Today’s Republican Party is now primarily a regional, southern white party. As in the 1860s, there are still some copperheads in the north, some even who recognize this. RNC party-leader Michael Steele, the organization’s first Black, pitifully says he wants to make his party more “hip hop” and appealing to urban Blacks. His hope is an admission that Republicans are now small town, white and rural with little appeal in America’s cities.

America today faces enormous challenges transforming its economy based on new sources of energy and emerging technologies, building a new national infrastructure, health care system and educating young Americans to transform the country. The Republican party continues to be the defenders of old-world big oil, coal and Big Pharmacy, opposing the infusion of new immigrant talent, continually opposing programs such as Social Security, Medicare and unemployment insurance, safety-net nutrition programs such as food stamps and school meals all at the expense of national progress.

The election of Abraham Lincoln in 1860 unified the Confederates in opposition to everything his Republican Party stood for; it tore the country apart. The New Confederates today, as did their predecessors, stand united in opposition to progress. Lincoln would not recognize his Republican Party today and in honor of his bicentennial the Republican party should change its name to reflect it’s values: the Confederate Party.

For other views on this subject, check out the book, “Neo-Confederacy and the New Dixie Manifesto (Euan Hague, Edward H. Sebesta, and Heidi Beirich).

Airline carriers’ recent policy to require obese passengers to purchase two seats (or three, if needed?) has sparked a lot of useless media discussion. My plan is better. All passengers step on the scales at check-in and pay according to their weight. If you exceed a baseline weight for your height, you pay an increase accordingly. Someone said that making fun, jokes, etc. of fat people is the last taboo..that fat people are the last minority we can make fun of…only problem with that is that in the U.S. the “overweight and obese” now make up the majority.

There was no smell of sulfur at last week’s Summit of the Americas. Venezeula’s El Thugo, Hugo Chavez, missed George Bush and his after-shave scent of Satan. Instead, he got a whiff of Obamaman, a strong, confident, clean smell exuding strength and honesty of character. Obama was confident enough to shake the little wwf wrestler-dictator’s hammy hand…a gesture that said to the world…yo, dude, you don’t scare us. Bunker Boi Dick, “The Dick” Cheney, self-proclaimed president-in-exile, condemned “The Handshake” as a sign of jimmycarter-style weakness. As opposed to Bush-Cheney-style weakness and insecurity that demanded a captured terrorist be water-board tortured six times a day for 30 days. Torturing prisoners is Cheney’s standard of a strong nation. Shaking the hand of an opponent is weakness in his tortured mind. Phew, what’s that odor coming from the Dick’s bunker in Hell?

Must read book of the week: #2 seller on Amazon.com:
The Open Veins of Latin America…five centuries of the pillage of a continent..by Eduardo Galeano. Presented to President Obama by Hugo Chavez.

Beware if you’re packing heat and want to drink ardent spirits in eating/drinking establishments in Ohio. Restaurants in this wild and wooly (mid)western state must prominently display signs warning of a felony commission should you be carrying a firearm. How can the NRA stand for this flagrant violation of Second Amendment rights to drink without the protection of a Glock 19.

A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any invention in human history, with the possible exceptions of handguns and tequila.…. Mitch Ratcliffe

Can you believe it? This deserves to be right up there with Batboy and Patrick Swazee’s fourth cancer death on the cover of the National Enquirer, “Ugly, homely woman sings.”

American idol contestant and YouTube sensation Susan Boyle shocked American Idol judges and audience by opening her mouth and revealing a voice like an angel. But look at her. Holy sheeeet….how could she possibly even carry a tune, let alone belt out in perfect tonal ranges words set to music…aka a song. Damn…12 million YouTube viewers must also have been totally shocked. Wonders never cease. See it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-KiGva9dV4

Watching Obama’s press conference last night I was struck not only by his eloquence and ability to offer detailed, rational and sensible explanations to questions, but also by his aversion to succinctness and tendency to over-answer, his inability to stop himself after answering the question and continue to restate and build on and explain again his answer.

Although I think he could be a more effective communicator by curtailing his long, professorial lecture-like answers, it’s not difficult to appreciate his eloquence over what we were subjected to during the past eight years. While listening to Obama, I kept envisioning what it would sound like if Obama channeled Bush and gave Bush-like press conference replies. To most of the questions, Obama would hunch his shoulders, lean forward, squint his eyes together and say things like:

“Yeah, well, that’s not what we’re doin’. My budget means freedom, you know, for all the peoples.”

“Yeah, well, so what? next question.

“Tim Geithner…he’s a good man. That means he’s not bad. I stand on him 100 percent.” next question.”

“Yeah, this economy’s a war. I’m a war President. Look, picture me like Mel Gibson in Braveheart. Y’all with me?”

You gotta hand it to old George the Past Prez, he knew what succinctness was all about. Those awful instances when he did try to explain something in-depth he would get himself tangled hopelessly in his own words and end up gesticulating vehemently to draw attention from his inarticulateness, like a dog whupped for peeing on the floor who turns around a starts licking himself.

Mr. Obama’s professorial lectures may sound like relief from years of tortured Bush utterances, but the American people are notoriously fickle and easily bored. In four years, we hope eight, Americans will again be hankering fur a real plain-speakin’ dude or dudess who’ll give us simple one-line answers to in-depth complex questions. Take it to the bank… I mean Treasury, pardner.

Octomom says she’ll never reveal the octodentity of the octodad who octoinseminated her and octofaathaed those octobabies. Let’s hope that in the octofuture octomom will just octofcuk herself.

What’s a five letter word for greed, corruption and moral turpitude? In today’s recession-wracked economy it seems the B-Word, BONUS, is the new dirty word for the depravity and excess exemplified by the AIG bonus-bestowed instant millionaire employees._
It wasn’t that long ago that the Bonus word adhered closely to its original meaning, from the Latin for “good.” Bonum, boni, bona, bonum, bono, bonum._

In one of my favo movies, “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation” Clark Griswold, food technologist and inventor of the non-nutritive cereal varnish” and “the last real family man,” stakes his purchase of a backyard swimming pool family xmas gift on his receipt of his annual xmas salary bonus check. We worry with him when his bonus check is late and cheer him along as he rants against his boss when he finally receives a “Jelly of the Month Club” gift certificate in lieu of a bonus check….“I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless,dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-assed, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is. Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where’s the Tylenol?

Latin for the opposite of bonus? Malus. As in: Noun
malus (plural maluses)
(business) The return of performance-related compensation originally payed by an employer to an employee as a result of the discovery of a defect in the performance.

Do the new government-funded AIG welfare millionaire employees have a malus clause in their contracts?

Did John Stewart Save the Economy?

Ever since Comedy Central’s Daily Show host John Stewart vivisected CNBC TV’s financial entertainers…Maria Bartiromo, madmoney Jim Cramer et al, the stock market and other key financials have improved steadily.

Kraziest Pope Ever?

Pope Benny (the Ninny?) un-excommunicates holocaust-denier Bishop Richard Williamson, then backtracks after a world-wide uproar (what ever happened to infallibility?…I know, it only applies to pronouncements on faith, etc); now, in a trip to Africa, the only continent that shows growth in the Catholic faith, he says that condoms are not the answer to AIDS and will only help spread the disease that infects more people on that continent (67%) than anywhere else in the world. In response to critics who say he might be a bit out of touch with reality, he quips “the myth of my solitude makes me laugh.” Ha ha.

Bonus Boners…some of the recently revealed multi-million dollar bonuses awarded to hundreds of AIG geniuses were described as “retention bonuses.” AIG says the new millionaire employees are no longer with the firm.

Thank you Dick Cheney…for reminding me to ask: Why in the hell aren’t you behind bars? Opening my meager news-filled yet color photo-laden Chicago Tribune this morning to the headline: Cheney says Obama puts U.S. at risk. Wait a minute, who is this guy? Oh, yeah, Dick Cheney, former Vice Prez and the personification of pure political evil. This is the guy who cooked up the unnecessary U.S. invasion of Iraq. That’s right, attack a country that didn’t attack us and that presented no viable threat to us. His Halliburton Boyz would make Iraq’s oil safe and secure for Big Oil companies; Iraqis would scatter flowers along the roads in appreciation of our occupation. Oh, well, so they were IEDs instead of flowers…we rid the world of an evil dictator, by golly. One down, dozens more. This is the guy who transformed America from a moral standard guiding light for all nations to a country that promoted torture of prisoners, perverting its Constitution and military code of honor; this is the guy who used the attack of September 11, 2001 on America (hey, Dick, 9-11 happened on your watch, buddy !) as a cudgel of fear to promote the the political agenda of his morally bankrupt Republican Party. There is more than enough evidence, alone on the basis of his violation of the Geneva Conventions regarding treatment of prisoners, to try and hopefully convict him for war crimes. Put America at risk? Dick Cheney…you need to take ownership of that accomplishment.

Answer to Michelle’s arms conundrum…except it still exposes backside: Snuggie…with SLEEVES!

President Obama is being criticized for working too hard. He’s trying to do too much…trying to do too many things…like trying to save America. One day he’s passing and signing a stimulus bill to save and create jobs. Then he’s trying to get health care for all Americans. Next he’s trying to stop global warming, then reform education spending and then make the rich pay more taxes. Today he signed a bill that was Bush’s responsibility last October to keep the government running. WTF’s what’s wrong with this guy, anyway? After two terms of Bush’s nonadministration, a reign that saw the not-present-dent literally on-vacation for almost half his eight years, we now have a President who wants to earn his pay by working. As a teenager I once worked as a gopher on a construction site and got chewed-out by a boss for doing my little pick-things-up job too fast. “Hey, kid, slow the fcuk down, you making us look bad…we gotta make this job last,” he advised none too kindly. Maybe that’s Obama’s problem. The nation got used to a lazy President. “Slow down, Barack, making us look bad,” say the Repoobs.

* national obsession with chewing on pre-digested food, belched up from first stomach of ruminants (cud-chewing)

Does anyone under age 70 listen to Flush Phlegmball? Let’s be honest here…this guy’s audience base are geezer rednecks.

Is the nation finally thru agonizing over First Lady Michelle’s sleeveless dresses and muscular arms?(does she need a Snuggie?) What’s next, a national discussion of her Dress Barn-size booty? Remember E.U.’s Da Butt?

A college in Liverpool, England is offering a Master’s Degree in Beatle-ology. Maybe some Kentucky college could offer a GED certificate in Billy Ray Cyrus-ology…achy-breaky studies.

Has anyone ever seen a more sad-sack, depressed-looking, barely-engaged person than Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner? I know the economy is down, but couldn’t this guy ever smile or show some sign that real blood flows thru his veins?

(like my photoshoped pic of Flush above?…Shepard Fairly did it with an AP pic of Obama and became a rich posterboy…hmmm)

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As a former neighbor of Paul Harvey…he lived a few houses down the street…just want to say I hope that your final limo ride to the big studio in the sky went smoothly, Mr. H. We were used to seeing Mr. Harvey on his frequent walks around the block always wearing his xxxtra large bright yellow sweat shirt emblazoned with the words “GOOD DAY.” And always very bald without his blond, curly toupee. He walked very fast for a an octogenarian, never stopping to chat, but always with quick wave of the hand and nod of the head. On halloweens all the kids in the hood loved hitting multiple times his white 22-room mansion where Mr. Harvey would drop giant Baby Ruths, Butterfingers and Snickers into their bags. Every weekday morning a special limo would be sitting in his circular driveway…with “Angel” on the license plate to drive him to his downtown loop office. When younger, I thought of Paul Harvey as a right-wing conservative. Later on, I came to see him as a comical, old-fashioned corn-ball vestige of the radio “news” ham. A lovely neighbor, eighty year-old Winnie, in Columbus, Ohio would not miss his afternoon broadcast. She literally giggled and flushed when talking about him. That’s when I started to look at him in a new light and actually enjoyed listening to him…bemused, a guilty little pleasure. Good Morning America…and let’s hope for more…Good Days.

Socialism…??? Repoobs are so behind the curve, so last generation, that they believe using the term “socialist” will be an anti “morning-in-america” scary ringtone for young Americans. Poor Repoobs are so out of it that they don’t realize that today the word “social” hooks up with the term “social networking,” as in FaceBook, MySpace, Twitter, blogs, the very modes of communication that bind the youth of today. In other words, “socialism” rings hollow, if not outright silent as a term to scare Americans born after 1970.

Repoobs want a return to Reaganism, the “mourning-in-america” days of geezer, white picket-fenced-in good ol’days. And now with Flush Phlegmball as the the new repooblican leader, Dems could not be more pleased. Flush Hopes Obama Fails. But right now, America and… Obama Hopes…Flush Fails.

What does one do in Estes Park, Colorado in February? Poor Praajek awoke one morning last week in Estes Park, CO…(don’t ask why)…answer: not much. See Elk. (elk at church…praying after previous night of staggering) Eat elk…slightly bitter, chewy and elky; and drink beer. Best was “Staggering Elk” with dancing elk labeling the bottle and singing “Born to be Wild.”
Best Book Shop: MacDonald Book Shop. Despite commercial covers of Janet Evanovich, John Grisham and Lisa Scotaline leaning provocatively in the window, this warm and homey tiny shop feels like a real book store with narrow dark stacks, a slightly musty page and paper aroma and books by real authors such as T.C. Boyle and Denis Johnson. And not to sound to much like a travel guide, if you do ever awake one morning in Estes Park and look out windows or tents to see panoramas of snow peaked mountains, (kinda boring…I thought they were clouds….like we see in Chicago) you might as well check out the only touristy place worth your time….the Stanley Hotel….built in 1906 by Stanley the Steamer himself…one of his steamy autos sits in the lobby.
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