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"Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest." ~ Denis Diderot


July 25th, 2007

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Nowhere to Hide

I’m pretty sure that Dennis Kucinich is stalking me.


I mean, don’t quote me on that – I don’t want to end up in court defending myself against a libel and slander action – but still, I’m almost certain I could prove to a jury that I’m right about this.  To be honest, the real reason I don’t want to get sued by Dennis Kucinich for libel or slander is because I’m afraid that’s just the kind of crap he’d pull just to get into the same room as me.


This all started back in 2004, when I saw Dennis Kucinich speak here in Houston. I was co-chair of the county chapter of the Green Party at the time, but still, Kucinich spoke our language – stop the war, start a Department of Peace, um, be kind to animals… let’s see… don’t kick the elderly’s canes out from their wrinkled, crickety paws… Suffice it to say, it was a damn fine platform the man was talking.


So I gave the little dude fifty bucks.


I assume he put it to good use: platform shoes, or Noam Chomsky books, or maybe tin foil to cover his disproportionately enormous head and block, you know, the alien radio waves.  I considered it a damn fine investment at the time.


But then the fundraising phone calls started. They came from the Omaha, Nebraska (402) area code, which is where all of my extended family hails from, so I answered it.  The Kucinich campaign bastards fooled me with Omaha area codes three or four times before I labeled the number “Dennis Kucinich – Do Not Answer!”


And that was more than three years ago.


Then, this past December, the calls started again. And hell no, I didn’t answer it. I let it go to voicemail; I mean, c’mon, why should Dennis Kucinich get better treatment than my 84 year old grandmother or three unacknowledged illegitimate children? 


So I didn’t answer it, but still the calls came.  Every single day. 


Every single day, without fail!


A few weeks ago, I was walking down the street during my lunch break, just minding my own business, hoping to listen to the octogenarian dude on the corner play his tuneless acoustic guitar for a few minutes when a little elfin figure leapt out at me.  Big eyes, pointed ears, a smile from here to here: This was one weird looking itty bitty man.


“Hey, sir!”  The little man said with a grin, hopping from one foot to the other.  “Can I interest you in peace? Can I interest you in love and an end to corporate tyranny? I just need a couple bucks, if you got ‘em to spare…”


From that moment on, I’ve seen him everywhere.


Yep. Dennis Kucinich is stalking me. 


I’ve had it with loonies on the Left: I’m voting for former Alaska Senator Mike Gravel. At least he isn’t crazy…


July 19th, 2007

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Brand new expensive, rich-guy brand suit.........$2,500

Authentic WWII handgun, restored...................$5,000

Finally coming to grips with the fact that you fathered
a complete idiot who ruined the world..............Priceless

March 10th, 2007

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  The Number 23 is a Bad Movie

Years ago, I moved into a new apartment with a friend of mine. It just so happened that it was Apartment #23 at this particular location, and I mentioned to my roommate that “That’s a William Burroughs thing, you know.”

No, she didn’t know, but when mail began showing up addressed to “The Nova Kid” – also a William Burroughs reference – I felt vindicated.

The Beat novelist William Burroughs was, you know, nuts. The 23 conspiracy was originally his thing. If it weren’t for Burroughs 23 conspiracy, though, Pink Floyd would have never written the song “Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun.” Regardless, when the writer Robert Anton Wilson got his hands on the idea a few years later, it began to make more sense, or at least take more shape.

Wilson – who died back in January of this year – used the 23 conspiracy as grist for his anarchist philosophy mill. It was one of the centerpieces to his theorum that all disciplines are bunk and that once you start thinking too much about something, you’ll find support for it everywhere around you, be it a political philosophy or the idea that aliens from the Sirius Galaxy are sending radio transmissions into your head (yep, “Sirius Satellite Radio” is also a Wilson reference…).

Oh, wait. This is was supposed to be a movie review, huh?  

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February 18th, 2007

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Big Brother is Watching

Yeah, I know it's been an obscene amount of time since my last post. But the truth is, I've been busting up the New World Order. It's true.

Like you, a lot of my time is spent worrying about the ways in which the government is keeping tabs on me. And one of the ways they do this is through the use of cameras, cameras, everywhere. On every street corner, in every convenience store. It's gotten to the point where, if I want to travel to Florida to assault the rival for my lover's affections, I have to wear a diaper, just so I don't have to pull over and get photographed while trying to use the bathroom.

As part of my recent attempts to watch the government watch me, I became intimately familiar with the newest state-of-the-art facial recognition software. Just out of curiosity, what celebrities might the government mistake me for?

And using the above photograph of myself, this is what I discovered:

I'm a 60% match for Michael Richards! I expected that, of course, but I've always thought that the Winston Churchill resemblance was more subtle. The most glorious part of all this is finding out that if I snuck into FoxNews and tried to pass myself off as Rupert Murdoch himself, there's apparently a 59% chance I'd get away with it! Dare to dream that I get to meet Sean Hannity. As it stands now, security is always chasing me away...

January 19th, 2007

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  Secret GOP Weapon

"I see Condoleezza Rice - she goes on a plane, she gets off a plane, she waves, she goes there to meet some dictator. They talk, she leaves, she waves, the plane takes off. Nothing happens..." -- Donald Trump

Those damn Republicans are political geniuses!  Many years ago, while Richard Nixon was running for some office or other out in California, he sent scary-looking men with Russian accents around door-to-door to encourage people to vote for his opponent.  The idea being that... well, you can figure out the idea.  If you can't, then I would encourage you to discontinue reading this page and go watch "American Idol" or something.

Anyway, fast forward to 2007, and Donald Trump makes the comment I've posted above regarding the current Secretary of State.  

And I have to think, wow, these Republicans are really, really smart.  Because I've never felt like defending Secretary Rice before now.  The GOP should trot him out to attack Cheney, Bush, Rove.  The ire of Trump could well be the best weapon the GOP has in its arsenal.

I mean, how odious does a guy need to be in order for me to reconsider any target of his verbal attacks?

Genius. Pure genius.

Karl, did you do this?

January 12th, 2007

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  Robert Anton Wilson, 1932-2007

Author Robert Anton Wilson died yesterday morning at the age of 74. Wilson was the author of a bunch of really interesting books -- some fiction, some non-fiction (and the non-fiction ones contained, you know, some questionable facts). He was a huge buff of conspiracy theories, drugs, mind expansion, and famous drug enthusiasts who tried to expand their minds while engaging in conspiracy theories.

His "non-fiction" books, like the Cosmic Trigger series and Coincidance [sic], made a big impression on me at a relatively young age.  In the first Cosmic Trigger, Wilson discusses how he might have been receiving transmissions from the Sirius solar system back in the 70s. He was careful to point out that he did not believe he was receiving these transmissions, because he didn't actually believe anything at all, but had he wanted to believe it, he could have found plenty of evidence for it.

Wilson had polio as a child; as a result, he walked with a limp all of his life. His numerous health-related problems late in life were referred to -- at least in the press -- as "post-polio syndrome." Meaning, I presume, that the problems were caused by his childhood polio.

He inspired ... if not millions, then at least hundreds of thousands, and yet he really never made any money off of any of it. However, when California legalized medical marijuana a few years back, Wilson was there in his wheelchair, chosen to be the first in line at the age of 70 or whatever he was at the time...

Five days before he died, he left this blog post on his web site: "Various medical authorities swarm in and out of here predicting I have between two days and two months to live. I think they are guessing. I remain cheerful and unimpressed. I look forward without dogmatic optimism but without dread. I love you all and I deeply implore you to keep the lasagna flying. Please pardon my levity, I don't see how to take death seriously. It seems absurd."

Wilson is survived by absolutely no one. His wife died a couple years back. His daughter was murdered in the 70s. All of his friends (including Terrence McKenna, Timothy Leary, Alan Watts, etc) died years ago.

Regardless, I feel the need to tip my hat to one of the greatest pranksters of our time. I mean, c'mon -- I'm only assuming that news of his death isn't actually a trick!

January 10th, 2007

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  Uninsured and Proud

I still have so far to go when it comes to recognizing and looking out for the rights of poor, oppressed minority groups within our society.  The truth is, I'm not just insensitive -- when it comes to some groups, the idea of their even having rights never enters my mind!

Case in point -- I listen to the right wing nutbag Mike Gallagher about once a week, on the way in to work.  It starts my day off with, you know, that bad taste in my mouth that normal radio just can't achieve.  Incidentally, a few weeks back, it was Mike Gallagher who began talking about tshirts with "This is America -- Speak English" on them.  My resulting google search turned up the site that later produced my troll.  

It's a whole circle of life thing.

Regardless, yesterday, Mike was talking about the Terminator's plan out in California to start -- [cue menacing music] -- state health insurance.  Basically, it sounds like Arnie is proposing a variation on what Mitt Romney signed in Massachusetts, a plan that essentially mandates that people have health insurance just like they must have car insurance if they drive a car.  Businesses will face new requirements about carrynig health insurance for their employees, and the people that fall between the cracks will be able to find coverage as well.

Now, I can -- theoretically -- find fault in this kind of state plan.  But I never saw Mike Gallagher's criticism coming.  And that really makes me sad.  Worse, it demonstrates that I ignore the plight of some underrepresented insular factions.

Like, for instance... Oh, I don't know...

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