Existing in the Plutocracy of New York City: Protected From Shia Muslims, Praise God

Foto by tgw, New York City, Feb. 2012
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An Insult to We the People of the USA: I just listened to President Obama boasting about the Justice Department "forcing" the world's most criminal bunch of felons to come up with 26 billion bucks to help the victims of their ruthless pirating practices--PRACTICES THAT RUINED OUR ECONOMY; RUINED OUR LIVES FAR INTO OUR FUTURE--THINK ABOUT THAT--AND THESE SORRY BASTARDS ARE GETTING AWAY WITH A FUCKING SLAP ON THE WRIST!!! And instead of being in the street like the Greeks, we're sitting on our asses waiting for the FUTURE to bring change for the better--BUT check out those Greeks, where some say civilization began; they're not taking this Goldman-Sachs-designed bullshit austerity crap. Instead, they're closing down the country; they're not only closing down Greece but these people are out to close down the European Union. HOORAY for the Greeks. Like Lord Byron, I'm ready to go over there and join the battle. I mean, come on, people, whoever you are who read this diatribe, yes, it's diatribe, it's crude, it's rude, but these characters I'm blaspheming are ruder and cruder and more filthy mean than I could ever be--and they have the power to make their meanness a reality--like the meanness that would make Ron Paul let his mother die rather than to charitably pay her cancer-treatment bills from doctors who won't operate on your dying ass if you ain't got a way to pay them their enormous salaries, salaries now guaranteed to keep them in an upperclass state by We the People of the USA.

How stupid are we? I'm doubly pissed because I don't have many more years to live and god-dammit, I was born in a war and after high school my ass was conscripted into the U.S. Army whether I liked it or not because of that insane Vietnam War. And during my early married life in New Orleans there was chaos all around us over the Civil Rights Act and integration and the marches and the beatings and killings and the pompous old Southern colonels yelling about the Confederacy Rising Again--"The South Will Rise Again," sang out White devils like old Leander Perez in Plaquemines Parish, Louisiana, when my wife and I worked for CORE in New Orleans and we lived an integrated life, openingly associating with Black coworkers or for me working with Black musicians, but still there was a war going on--a revival of the Civil War, another war which is still being fought today. After college and marrying and avoiding going to 'Nam and after the Civil Rights wars ceased, I got sucked up into the anti-Vietnam War movement and then when I first grew my hair long there was We the People's war against the immoral hippies (the counterculture) and then I watched on television as the Ohio National Guard shot to kill its own citizens that horrible day at Kent State--and god-dammit, I was moved further radical by that insane event pulled off by pretend generals ordering their little White monkeys to lock and load, little pimple-faced White boys so oppressed by these pot-bellied National Guard generals (they may be janitors in real life) they are willing to kill their own kind, kids their age. Then Reagan's skulduggery got us involved in the comically ill-conceived Star Wars waste of money and then this pretend president traded cocaine for arms (yeah, don't forget that--it was revealed in the Iran-Contra hearings), deals that were done out of an airport in Mena, Arkansas, while Slick Willie Clinton was the governor of Arkansas making $30,000-a-year, and we were supplying arms to the Contras in Nicaragua (over the Sandinistas and Daniel Ortega, who ironically later became president of Nicaragua anyway) and then Reagan murdered the legal government of Grenada because they were letting Castro's Cuban engineers build them an airport that could accommodate large jets--and Reagan's war follies were followed by Pappy Bush's New-World-Order presidency, this heartless old worthless piece of inheritance-sustained shit who in order to capture his former pal, General Noriega, before he could spill the beans on his and Pappy's and cocaine dealing out of Panama (don't forget the CIA flew drugs in and out of Nam, Cambodia, and Burma during the Vietnam fiasco), sent his Marines down there and after bombing a civilian neighborhood and killing 400 Panamanians captured his old drug-running pal--I STOP RIGHT HERE AND ASK, WHAT THE HELL DID THOSE 400 MEN, WOMEN, and CHILDREN die for?--lose their chance at living a full life--what for? So Pappy could capture Noriega. Just think, our Commander and Chief through his executive orders can bring about the deaths of millions of innocent human beings. Hitler was ostracized and universally hated for killing 6 million Jews, Gypsies, Gays, handicapped; yet since 2001 We the People's worker army (they are paid wages) have killed several million Iraqis and Afghanistanis and Pakistanis and Yemenites and Sudanese and Somalians--we go about the world killing on whims on suspicions on rumors on lies--WE THINK WE RULE THE EARTH!

Where's the PEACE (that passeth all understanding) I was promised as a kid? Peace on Earth and Good Will Towards Men I was taught every X-mas was the reason for Baby Jesus being born in that manger over there in that "peaceful" Judean city of Bethlehem--Jesus's Pappy and Miraculously impregnated Mammy were in Bethlehem to pay their taxes, by the bye, in case one of these phony Christian jack-offs starts railing against anybody paying taxes--hypocritical jack-offs to boot since all those Christian snake-oil selling fundamentalists collect millions of dollars a year and they don't pay one damn red cent in taxes--you dig it?

So Obama's in full presidential campaign mode now. You notice all the things he's suddenly bringing about--end to the Iraq War (bullshit), trimming the Defense Department's unaudited budget (bullshit), hinting that we'll be pulling out of Afghanistan within a year (also bullshit)--oh, let's see, Leon Panetta, that old hand-puppet stooge, leaked (or babbled) that we were getting out of there by next year--whoops, then an Afghan-based US military big shot said maybe Leon shot his old fart mouth off a little too early--such bullshit, over and over and yet We the People of the USA allow all of this to continue to be dumped on us--

I say let these Tea Party/Republican/Conservative/White bastards succeed from the Union. What states would we lose? South Carolina? Oh, boo-hoo; they're still a Confederate state down there anyway--at least the White folks are still Confederates. Or would we lose Gawjah? Oh my God--Georgia? And I say good riddance since Georgia is where the Atomic Bomb Energy Commission or whatever their name is now just approved the Southern Nuclear death squads the go ahead to build the first nuclear plants to be constructed since the 3 Mile Island explosion and leak. So let Georgia go backwards and nuke itself to death. Or even Minnesota, so what if we lose Minnesota? Seems like there are a hell of a lot of White jerks out there in Minihaha Land, I mean, voting for Rick Santorum to be their president, what kind of nuts are those Minnesotans? But then they put Michelle Bachmann in office, didn't they. And they once elected a phony rassler as their governor. Or South Dakota. Will we really miss South Dakota? or Indiana? or Louisiana? or Mississippi? or Alabama? In all of these states White people are living and ruling on stolen land--WAIT A MINUTE, even I'm living on stolen land--unless we're Native Americans, we all live on stolen land. Wow, that's amazing.

So our brave Justice Department has made a deal with these ultra-modern-day crooks--Wow, this whole thing riles me up--where if these buzzards pay 26 billion dollars--actually they're only going to be out about 8 billion in cash, the rest is paper shit--you see, like readjusting the fraud mortgages offering people struggling to pay these fraudulently sold mortgages lower interest rates--how stupid--and for the cash, these crooked sons of bitches, Bank of America (their stock went up yesterday, in spite of this "punishment"), Wells Fargo (We the People used to rob their stages; now they're robbin' us back), Ally (a conglomerate merging of crooks), J.P. Morgan-Chase (the original Chase was insane; and J.P. Morgan was a little ugly runt of a man who'd gladly sell his own mother into prostitution if he could make a buck profit off the deal), CitiBank...come on, you know who they are--and as for cash, listen to this, these felons are going to give those poor slobs who they wiped out, foreclosed on 'em, took their house, their car, their dogs, their cats, put 'em in the street, they have the nerve to say they're going to give these people $1500 to $2000 bucks a piece. Whooooo Boy! Holy Jesus Fucking Christ...I mean, these sorry bastards who We the People bailed out to the tune of FOURTEEN TRILLION DOLLARS, I say, Trillion, son, not chicken feed, son, but TRILLION...FOURTEEN TRILLION dollars--and they're being brutally punished by having to pay 26 billion...actually only 8 billion in cash.... Do you realize that 8 billion dollars is CHICKEN FEED to Warren Buffett, to Little Billy Gates (and even Old Pappy Senior Gates), Sweet Melinda Gates, Mayor Mikey Bloomberg--and don't get me started on that bastard--he's got a storm on his little-man-female-parts-grabbing hands--he's got the Occupy movement and pissed off citizens furious over his closing of 24, count 'em, 24 New York City schools, including Washington Irving High School, which means he's going to fire a whole host of teachers--this little bastard is moving to privatize the NYC education system--he's invested, as is the Bank of America, in Charter Schools, one of whom in Queens is run by one of Mayor Mikey's old buddies. Blatant and pompous dictatorial and who knows maybe giving himself permanent rule should he declare himself mayor for life--ruling like a Lord of the Manor over 14 million people--one little rich bastard has that much power, folks. Think about this: say you wake up tomorrow and you've won 65 billion dollars--how FREE would you feel? How LIBERATED would you feel? How POWERFUL would you feel? I saw it happen to my own flesh and blood, my brother one day due to stock options and law suits and his winning a big law suit to waking up a multimillionaire.

Again, I surrender...excuse my outbursts. I know where "peace perfect peace" is. And it's coming soon to me, but in the meantime, I'm still asking, where's the peace I was promised as a young American?
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Looking Under Obama's Skin
This current presidential election is becoming a White man's moment. The cream of the crop of White men are running raggedly furious against our first Black president, who, by the bye, is half-White, don't forget. I mean why is this aspect of Barack Obama constantly denied? He's Black on the outside, yes; but he could be mostly White on the inside, couldn't he? He could think like a White conservative, which he does. He's been essentially White trained from his life as a juvenile on up to today. His elementary school experiences were steeped in White rudiments; his high school and college experiences were steeped in White logic, principles, work ethics, and philosophy. His graduate work was in White law at the leading White institution in the USA, Harvard. Yes, having a Black wife and two Black daughters makes Obama very Black, but like I say, that's on the outside. Inside, he's more White than Black. He's more related to George H.W. "Pappy" Bush, Little G.W. Bush, and Ronald "Raygun" Reagan than he is to FDR or Lyndon Johnson or A. Phillip Randolph or Thurgood Marshall or Martin Luther King.

Yes, Obama has suffered racial profiling and prejudices; he still does. Like Rupert Murdoch, that asshole, running the cartoon of the cops shooting the wild-eyed jungle-reverting monkey--remember the monkey that ate the face off the White woman?--the monkey looking exactly like Barack Obama. This you can't deny. On the other hand, his mother's influences had to outweigh those of the father he really never really knew.

Do you think Barack Obama feels nervous around Blacks like Cornell West, Amiri Baraka, or John Lewis? I know he does. Who does he feel more comfortable around? Why the CEOs of our largest and most-criminal corporations, like GE's job-cutting CEO, Jeff Immelt.

From The Cornell West Reader: “In a time in which Communist regimes have been rightfully discredited and yet alternatives to neoliberal capitalist societies are unwisely dismissed, I defend the fundamental claim of Marxist theory: there must be countervailing forces that defend people's needs against the brutality of profit driven capitalism.”

I wonder just how much Marxism Obama understands? I wonder can he relate wages to our current economic troubles? Think about it: Why do our US CHARTERED corporations send all our factory-level jobs off to India, Vietnam, Singapore, China? CHEAP LABOR!

As our military's Commander in Chief and all the executive power and executive orders that goes with that designation, Barack Obama says that not many civilians are killed in his ordering of murderous drone strikes in Pakistan (14 civilians killed yesterday), Afghanistan, Yemen, Iraq, the Sudan because of their "scientific" accuracy--which I interpret as meaning "drone strikes are humanitarian in nature." This is how Obama justifies using them. Remember how we condemned Nazi Germany for using the deadly buzz bombs? At least that buzzing gave you notice they were coming and when that buzzing stopped you got ready to dive undercover quickly because the buzzing stopping meant the bomb was dropping and where it dropped one didn't know until the explosion and you were still alive or you were dead and gone.

Voting
I have already declared I'm not voting in this election. The choices are beneath me. So Rick Santorum becomes president? What the hell is he going to do that's any different from what Obama's doing? These creeps are simply extending this New World Order that G.W.H. "Pappy" Bush sprung on us during his administration that took us deeper into debt than even the debt that Ronald "NYC to Tokyo in Three Hours" Reagan put us in. Pappy's "1000 Points of Light" speech told us all about this.

Here's Pappy speaking (the idea came from Pappy's speech writer at the time, Peggy Noonan): "I have spoken of a thousand points of light, of all the community organizations that are spread like stars throughout the Nation, doing good. We will work hand in hand, encouraging, sometimes leading, sometimes being led, rewarding. We will work on this in the White House, in the Cabinet agencies. I will go to the people and the programs that are the brighter points of light, and I will ask every member of my government to become involved. The old ideas are new again because they are not old, they are timeless: duty, sacrifice, commitment, and a patriotism that finds its expression in taking part and pitching in."

The jest of this sounds like Pappy cares for We the People. By a thousand points of light, Pappy is euphemistically referring to people in communities who in spite of their station in life do good; they work with local organizations, etc., in order to bring a moral purpose to Americans, or as Pappy says in the last line of the above excerpt, "The old ideas are new again because they are not old, they are timeless: duty, sacrifice, commitment, and a patriotism that finds its expression in taking part and pitching in." Have you caught Pappy's and my drift yet?

Pappy's worthless son, G.W., a lying bastard who got us entangled in a winless unnecessary war in Iraq turned Pappy's 1000 Points of Light idea into, "Hey, pahd'ner, if'n you wanna be like me, suck-cessful, then, jest like I did and my brothers did and my old Pappy did, you gotta pull yourself up by your bootstraps." Just a reminder, but you must remember that George Porgie said he was going to invade and occupy Iraq (in about 5 days it would all be over and the Iraqis would be showering our conquering heroes with rose petalls, it was first claimed) and going after Sad-DAMN Hussein's ass because he had tried to murder his old Pappy--remember that excuse for that war?--a war that even after Colon's Pal made a mockery of We the People's intelligence in front of the world (I'm sorry, I'm so disrespectful, butt come on, Colon Powell's nothing but a monkey in a monkey suit that gives him military rank--a military Power Elitist who did the accounting of the dead for that son of the Old South, General Westmoreland, in that sorry worthless unnecessary war in Vietnam--2 million Vietnamese died so We the People of the USA could be protected from the very evil, from the Devil himself, Communism that John Foster Dullard (Dulles), Ike "FORE!" Eisenhower gave us this fool as his Sec'y of State, had predicted if we didn't stop it would take over all those Southeast Asian countries like lining dominoes up upright in a soldierly line and then knocking the first one down and they all fall in sequential order--the god-damn Domino Theory--a wild accusation by a bunch of Ivy League idiots--but then Colon's Pal (again, I have to stop and humbly be forgiven for my disrespect) was also involved in lying us into that Vietnam mess by being involved in the trumping up of the Bay of Tonkin aggression, an incident that was totally fictional, but it worked, it got us into that sorry war and killed 2 million "gooks" (that's what we called them--I know, I was in the U.S. Army at the time)("Now, trooper, you got a gook coming at you with one of those Russian AKs, it's either you kill him or he'll kill you." As I've said, the first thing the US Army teaches its new recruits is founded on the military's ability to make a stupid 18-year-old boy or girl put himself or herself in horrible jeopardy--risking his or her life--FOR WHAT? Blood, guts, and glory; yet, our men and women in the service get no glory when they return from our wars--ever notice that? Also, at the same time, that kill or be killed philosophy will turn him or her into a KILLER--it's a kill-or-be-killed situation. So even though Colon Powell so blatantly and embarrassingly lied, playing the role of Uncle Tom to a tee, before the General Assembly of the United Nations, with crude drawings of what Colon Tom said were missile sites with nuclear-headed missiles capable of either zooming all the way here on their own or else coming on one of Sad-DAMN's "drone" airplanes! Remember that charge?--even though these were blatant lies for going to invading and occupying Iraq We the People and our Congress went right along with it, all gung-ho, "YES, go get that dirty filthy Arab bastard--hang his fucking oily ass on one of his own statues! He tried to murder my daddy, dammit. Fuck, bin Laden, I'm not concerned about him any longer." (Remember Little Georgie saying that kind of shit? I've also got to remind you, Georgie Porgie was "elected" to two terms in office no matter what a lyin' skunk of a cruel, evil, criminal jerk off he was.)

I mean it's so hard for me to get to my point when discussing how our government and our corporations and our POWER ELITE delight in wars, wars, and more wars! Wars are profitable. Wars are good Capitalism at work. Look at just in the Armed Forces how many jobs war creates!

How Could He?
That question goes to President Obama: "What in God's holy name made you appoint Mike Taylor to We the People's Food and Drug Administration? What?" Yes, damn, Obama, he put Mike Taylor on our Food and Drug Administration, this little prick who comes to us by way of Monsanto, the company that is trying to monopolize world food production by forcing nations to outlaw heritage seeds (seeds gathered every year off their crops by farmers so they can plant them the next year thereby not having to constantly buy new seeds but actually using the same strain of seeds for centuries. Monsanto's plasticized-Round Up-sedated seeds can only be planted one planting season at a time. To plant your next crops you have to buy new seeds from Monsanto. Plus Monsanto is into the wild-eyed-crazy producing of bio-genetically-designed foods--using pig genes and trout genes and, who knows, maybe horse fetus genes--who the hell knows what genetic confusion these seeds are causing now and in the future, and for what? What do you think, folks? To please their stockholders by showing more and more profits and stock splits and warrants and shit like that. The true 1%--like Warren Buffett and Little Billy Gates--have billions in the stock market--how many bucks have you shoveled into your stock portfolio?

Empirical Dominance in All Fields, Especially Our Farm Fields
We the People of the USA are now living in a militarized society ruled over by a bunch of power-hungry world-power-player strivers--like President Obama truly believes along with that Congressional bunch of idiots that he rules the world; that he controls the action in the world. And now they're talking about militarily getting involved in Syria. And why not? Let's invade every country in the world; let's firmly establish the USA Empire--by controlling all that Middle East oil we will control the world. And Larry Summers, that sleazy jerk, will be head of the World Bank. And with Blackwater's criminal help, Monsanto will finally gain control of the world's food supply. [Note: Monsanto has been given permission from our Food and Drug Administration to start using dioxin (Agent Orange) in their bio-geneticized corn--yes, that's true, dioxin, that deadly substance is now approved to be used in Monsanto's corn.] Monsanto just this week denied it had bought Blackwater but admitted that they were using Blackwater to enforce their Round-up-laced, pig-gened, trout-gened single-season production seeds to be ruled the only seed any farmer in the world will be allowed to use from now on--heritage seeds will be destroyed--fuck food safety--Monsanto's controlling the world's food supply is all that matters. That's Monsanto's corporate vision: to control the world's food supply.

So Monsanto's products kill a billion people? Who the hell cares, just a billion less mouths to feed. Like Ron Paul preaches, and Ron Paul's an idiot, if you can't afford to buy food, you deserve to starve to death. Makes sense to me; how 'bout you?

Maldives Islands
Believe it or not, they just had a military coup in the Maldive Islands. The military there this week put under house arrest the democratically elected president, Mohammed Nasheed, forced him to resign his presidency and turn the job over to his vice-president, Mohamed Waheed Hassan Manik. Before Nasheed was elected, the Maldives were ruled by a dictator for many years.

We the People of the USA have already horned in on this incident (in a Muslim country, by the way), Hillbilly Hillary announcing that one of her goons is on his way to the Maldives TO GIVE OUR SUPPORT TO THE NEW PRESIDENT, who Hillbilly Hill said as far as her crack staff could determine, this coup was Maldives Constitutionally approved. What right do we have to impose our noses into every political turmoil in the world?

WHAT? Cutting the World's Largest Embassy's Personnel in Half!
Something's going on in those Washington, District of Corruption backrooms in terms of our military adventures running out of money! Cutting back the World's Largest Embassy, the Green Zone in Iraq, and then deciding not to build that military base in Japan because it would cost too much to move our troops from Okinawa (they hate our military on Okinawa) over to the mainland. If I were a US soldier, I wouldn't want to be stationed in Japan, not after it's air, water, and soil have been contaminated by the fallout from those nuclear explosions and leakings at Fukashima Nuclear Plant--built by General Electric, by the way.

How Ironic Is This?
While Japan becomes contaminated by nuclear fallout, here in the USA, our stupid, ignorant, insane Atomic Energy Commission has approved the building of two new nuclear power plants in this country; the first new plants allowed in many a moon. HOW FUCKING STUPID ARE THESE CLOWNS RULING US--RUINING US IS MORE LIKE IT!!!

I feel like an idiot writing about this crap--wasting my literary being on mocking these pretentious idiots--and that includes Obama, too; come on, this fool could truly have ruled the world; truly have perhaps been the Anti-Christ if only he'd have had some nuts down there rather than puckering up his lips and being ready to kiss the White Man's ass, nose deep into the crack of that big, fat, filthy, shitty asshole that our Global Corporations have turned up toward his face and told him kiss it and lick it or else...and "or else" may mean "you may lose your life," for all we know.

thegrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler

Existing in the Police State of New York City: Surrounded by Idiots

Foto by tgw, New York City, Jan. 2012
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Say Goodbye to Jeff "Hell Razah" Fraza, a very unlucky dude: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeff_Fraza
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Monsanto Buying Blackwater (or Academi or Xe, whatever the Hell they're calling their blaggarded selves lately)--this article says they didn't buy Blackwater; however:

"What the articles does say, however, is that Monsanto and Blackwater are indeed working together to target anti-Monsanto activists and organizations. Known as far back as 2010, it was known that Blackwater’s client list included Monsanto, Chevron, Walt Disney and many more. According to documents obtained by Scahill, it was also revealed that Monsanto was willing to pay upwards of $500,000 in order for Blackwater to join anti-Monsanto activist groups and infiltrate the ranks. Furthermore, a number of internet-based tactics could be utilized as incognito PR for Monsanto, who undoubtedly knew opposition would mount against their GMO crops as more individuals became aware of the dangers." (from Natural News)
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"I'm surrounded by idiots."
That statement has stayed in my mind's data storage since I was a kid and started going about imitating who I'd heard say it. I'm sure it comes off a teevee show. And I'm pretty sure it comes from a Three Stooges episode. I used to love watching the Stooges when I was a kid. I watched them on KFJZ-TV's (Fort Worth, Texas) Slam Bang Theater with a character named Icky Twerp as the show's host.

[Thank the Great Lordy Lord for giving us this damn Internet. I searched simply Slam Bang Theater and was rewarded with a whole Google page of links--amazing, amazing, amazing (who didn't love Casey Stengel?)--oh, Google, if you weren't so greedy and avaricious now that you're bigger than all the gods and now that your top dogs are professional CEO types who've only got bottom lines and forever ascending glory on their minds...only if you concentrated on making the Internet a Free State...a true Republic...but, you're now addicted to growth and the vision and the dreams of through a too-big-to-fail Google structure, Google can RULE THE WORLD. Finding the Slam Bang Theater Websites brought it all back, Icky Twerp who was also Gorgon on the horror movie Saturday nights on KFJZ-TV--and yes the Stooges were the feature on the Slam Bang Theater. Icky Twerp was Bill Carnfield, who was it turns out quite an interesting character in the role of his real self--he started as a COPYEDITOR and COPYWRITER for a department store--the SAME AS I--and again Debbie Harry's Parallel-Line Philosophy and now mine, too, comes into play--here's Bill Carnfield's Wikipedia page: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Camfield]

"I'm Surrounded By Idiots"
Of course, it may not be from a Stooges episode...it may be from a Firesign Theater LP. Wherever it's from I find it the appropriate thing to shout theses days for as far as I can tell, I truly am surrounded by idiots. In fact, it is quite obvious to me I am even ruled by idiots. I'm governed over and policed over by idiots. I apologize to true idiots for using their physical characterization to ID these Yahoos, which is of course a much better term for these people, though not as disrupting as calling them idiots is.

For instance, I was hearing one morning on Amy Goodman's Democracy Now a clip of President Obama replying to a question thrown at him that asked did it bother him that since he took office so many civilians are being killed by his drone attacks in Pakistan [I think I just heard a drone fly over my building--yes, folks, the New York City Police Department has drones]. His reply was the reply of how I define an idiot. He started off by saying the truth is, his drones have killed very FEW civilians...he was becoming hesitant, as if figuring out his reply in his mind before he said what he was going to say--and then he said the reason he knew not many civilians had been killed in his drone attacks (and they are his responsibility--he orders them done--like he ordered the drone attack that killed the AMERICAN Muslim cleric in Yemen--yep, folks, blew him away with no proof he was planning al-Queda attacks on the Good Ole USA) was because these drone attacks are very precise in hitting their targets, which he went on to hesitatingly explain were honed in on al-Queda terrorists or their aids and that that preciseness proved to him very few civilians (and I'm thinking he's probably thinking "if any") have been killed in these internationally illegal attacks. His answer: Amazing, amazing, amazing. Yet an idiotic reply when all anybody has to do is go on the Internet and search "Deaths of Civilians in Pakistan from US Drone Attacks" to find the truth. One site says the number is at least 800, 400 children; another site says the figure is more like 1000 Pakistan civilians have died in these drone attacks. One drone attack just recently, the military idiots over there had to apologize for it--remember the Pakistan army closed our supply lines over the incident--a mistaken preciseness that wiped out 45 Pakistan civilians, men, women, children, fetuses, grannies, grandpas, idiots, it doesn't matter to President Obama and our military.

These pompous American overpraised fools, these idiots, are so caught up (trapped) in their own glory, the immense power We the People Who Are Idiots give these monkeys.

I mean, come on, who the hell wastes their time voting on idiots like Mitt Romney and Newtie Gingrich? Who? Who believes anything those two playboy idiots say? I can't listen to them. Two or three words out of their babbling mouths are enough to make me flip over and watch a Paris Hilton sex video--at least Paris ain't no idiot when it comes to giving a man several happy endings--I respect Paris as an honest woman. She mocks the law because she honestly knows her too-rich-to-fail parents and her inheritance will bail her out behind the scenes--come on, you think the Los Angeles Police Department doesn't take bribes from this Yahoo Hollywood crowd? I mean I've confessed to a lot of my friends, if I'm reincarnated (one never knows, do one?), I want to come back as a movie star. What a fucking life! (and I ain't joking, Scott Fitzgerald). I mean, shit, you get busted driving drunk in your brand new BMW sports car and you ignore the ticket and don't show up to court and nothing happens to you...you are forgiven, and you continue driving drunk in your BMW and all your pals and friends and enemies and agents and bookers and entertainment lawyers and bookkeepers are driving around L.A. in their supercars with their superwives, smoking the best pot, or snorting the purest coke as they drive, going to another party up in the Hills...or actresses heading to Malibu to go topless on the beach and then complain about the paparazzi, a bunch of idiot photographers who are smart enough to know when actresses are losing the front page to younger chicks they get out on that Malibu beach and take their tops off.... You catch my drift, don't you? Plus, look at Robert Downey, Jr. Look at how many times he's defied the laws--doing dope, carrying guns, etc.--and, yet, it never affected his getting a job. Think if a poor slob working in a common low-paying job, say a greeter at Walmart (of China), came to work high or carrying a gun--again, you catch my drift? Check out the lives of Grade B actors like Bob Wagner. What a life this pretty boy has had--like how about having swinging parties on his yacht one time when his trophy Hollywood wife got smashed and ended up in the drink drunk and eventually dead. Or Paul Newman, to me not that good an actor--he went to Kent State (a lot a actors go there)--and I have heard Paul say some intelligent things about acting, but his own acting--I don't know--but, wow, what a fucking good life that guy had--and he lived into his eighties. What a life! And these Kardashian sisters. Every comic jokes about them; yet, look at the publicity and fame these breast-implanted idiot sisters get--for what? Their acting ability? Get out of here. They can't act for shit. Like Paris Hilton and Nicky Hilton--why are they considered actresses? Though, like I said, Paris does a good job of reality acting in her sex video--Paris sucks her partner's dick with a jaunty capricious look on her face as the cameraman zooms in on her truly giving this lucky buck a several squirt happy ending. That sex video didn't hurt Paris's Hollywood reputation one damn bit. So, yeah, God of Reincarnation, please don't let me come back as a caterpillar but as a Hollywood actor--or actress, I don't give a damn what gender I am.

A List of America's Top Idiots
1. President Obama--oh yes. During his State of the Union double-speak romp, listening to him defending our insane fract-drilling for natural gas, babbling out that it will create 600,000 jobs and will give us natural gas energy for 100 years! Only an idiot could defend fract-drilling for natural gas. Check out the city of Pavilion, Wyoming, a big fract-drilling area. All that fract-drilling has so contaminated their water supply, they now have to truck in water to drink. An idiot's way of thinking is that there is a perpetual clean water supply.

2. Hillbilly Hillary RodHAM Clinton--or has she dropped the Rodham part of her name now?--inserting her maiden name in her name came about after the humiliations she had to endure throughout Slick Willie's impeachment hearings ("I did not have sex with that woman!"--and even Chelsea agreed that giving a man a blowjob wasn't having sex with him--I mean, Chelsea knows you can't get pregnant swallowing cum) for his Oval Office sexual di-does--not dildos, though the Slick One did use a big-fat illegal Cuban cigar as a dildo on sweet little Monica Lewinsky. (Whatever happened to her?)

[From Monica's Wikipedia entry:
"By 2005 Lewinsky found that she could not escape the spotlight in the U.S., which made both her professional and personal life difficult.^[20] She stopped selling her handbag line^[26] and moved to London.^[20] In December 2006 Lewinsky graduated with a master's degree in social psychology from the London School of Economics^[38] where she had been studying since September 2005.^[39] Her thesis was titled 'In Search of the Impartial Juror: An Exploration of the Third-person effect and Pre-Trial Publicity.' Since then she has tried to avoid publicity."

Monica came from rich parents--her father an oncologist and her mother the writer Marcia Lewis. Through her parents's finagling abilities, she went to Washington, District of Corruption, and was an unpaid intern first for Leon Panetta (that political parasite) before moving on up with a paid position in the White House. Monica herself did quite well coming out of this natural scandal (all men are susceptible to young female stuff and their letting them know they are available for a little office hanky-panky [like, I myself have had office sex; what male hasn't?], so I don't fault Slick Willie for taking advantage of this sweet little minky babe--she was sort of attractive in a zaftig way. Her royalties from her Barbara Walters (another idiot) interview and a book about her netted her well over a million bucks. Even her handbag line--The Real Monica line--made her bucks enough she moved to London, where I assume she still lives. Pretty nice return for sucking a US president's dick--a speckled dick, too, according to Paula Jones who saw it up close and personal. [By the way, Hillary had to endure Slick Willie paying Paula a $75,000 settlement to shut her up, though he again maintained his innocence in this case though the evidence was obviously against him.]

Why is Hillary an idiot? Listen to her defending US actions all over the world--especially her defending the rebellion in Syria against Assad--a rebel movement I've read [see Webster Tarpley's site in our sidebar on the right] that was instigated and aided by our own CIA. We need the overthrow of Assad so we can go in and occupy Syria--all a part of a big State Department in cahoots with President Obama plan to CONTROL ALL MIDDLE-EAST OIL and the access to it and also to provide a perimeter of defense for our precious Christian-God-Blessed Israel! (again, Scott Fitzgerald, I ain't jokin'). Now here's the hypocrisy in Hillbilly's responding to the Syria situation--she says We the People of the USA, who she is supposed to DIPLOMATICALLY represent, will not tolerate Assad killing his own people, who, Hillbilly, are in rebellion against him. She's an idiot because my question is, suppose the American people suddenly revolted against President Obama? What would his response be? Would he simply say, "Yes, you people are right, so I'm stepping down immediately," or would he order his military to shoot any rebels say who stormed the White Man's House? You know what he would do. Yes, he would shoot to kill anybody revolting in a true revolutionary sense, same as Assad is doing; same as the Bahrainian dictator will shoot to kill his own people; same as Qaddafi in Libya tried to defend his power by shooting to kill those revolting against him (another revolutionary action instigated by our own CIA--wanna bet?); same as Mubarak in Egypt was willing to kill his own people in order to hold his powerful position--and even now, even after the revolution was successful in Egypt, the military who took over by deceit by the way will continue killing Egyptians in order to keep hold of power and the billions of dollars and US military aid that goes with that position of power. Remember, both idiots, Joe "DuPont's Ass Kisser" Biden and Hillbilly Hillary defended Mubarak when that revolution began.

3) All Republicans in Congress
4) All Republican Candidates for the Presidency

• Mitt Romney, a Mormon idiot. He says he doesn't give one iota about our poor people--they have a safety net. That's pure-dee bullshit in my book. What does a goofy idiot like filthy-rich-and-always-has-been Mitt Romney know about poor people? The only poor people he's in contact with are the servants (slaves) who clean the many shit cans in his many mansions about the USA, from Vegas to New Hampshire. His father, George, was born on one of those Mormon polygamy colonies that moved to Mexico after polygamy was outlawed in this country right before the turn of the last century.

[From George Romney's Wikipedia entry:
"Romney's grandparents were polygamous Mormons who fled the United States with their children due to the federal government's opposition to polygamy.^[1] His maternal grandfather was Helaman Pratt (1846–1909), who presided over the Mormon mission in Mexico City before moving to the Mexican state of Chihuahua and who was the son of original Mormon apostle Parley P. Pratt (1807–1857).^[2][3] In the 1920s, Romney's uncle Rey L. Pratt (1878–1931) played a major role in the preservation and expansion of the Mormon presence in Mexico and in its introduction to South America."]

Like I've written many times, I actually tried to read the Book of Mormon one time (in Pendleton, Oregon, a Mormon hotbed) and found it so silly and idiotic I couldn't read but about 2 pages of it. It was like me trying to read a Stephen King novel--he's such a bad writer and bad writers give me the willies.

• Newtie "Pig Man" Gingrich--Sandra Day O'Connor got it right when she recently commented on the irony of the Mormon (polygamy is blessed in this religion--women to Mormons are breeders--to breed more Mormon missionaries and elders--Mormon leaders kill each other for power) Mitt Romney being in this case the "good family man" while Newtie Pie Gingrich is the polygamist. That's the way we USA men get to have as many wives as we want--we just divorce one when she wears out sexually and marry a younger woman--and Newtie is proof of this way of the USA male.
  

5) President Obama gets two top idiot billings, this one for his just recently appointing to the Food & Drug Administration a man from Monsanto, Mike Taylor. You figure that one out.

6) President Obama gets three top idiot billings, this one is for his bringing in the absolutely crooked Jeffrey Immelt, CEO of General Electric (they survive on government-backed contracts in nuclear power and military hardware) to head his jobs creation committee. Check this out:

"Under Immelt, GE has shipped tens of thousands of good jobs out of the United States. Perhaps GE should change its slogan to "Imagination At Work (In China)". If the very people that have been entrusted with solving the unemployment crisis are shipping jobs out of the country, what hope is there that things are going to turn around any time soon?

Earlier this month, Immelt made the following statement to a jobs summit at the U.S. Chamber of Commerce [Ed: another pool of idiots]....

'There's no excuse today for lack of leadership. The truth is we all need to be part of the solution.'

Apparently Immelt's idea of being part of the solution is to ship as many jobs overseas as he possibly can." From: theeconomiccollapseblog.com/

Of course, this is Obama doing his "those who cause the problems must solve the problems" philosophy.

7) President Obama gets four top idiot billings, this one for saying he's appointing Larry Summers to head the World Bank.

[For instance, the current problem we're having with Somalian pirates along their African coastline? Obama recently sending his Navy Seals on a suicidal-like mission into a Somalian pirate camp to rescue the two White people being held captive (for ransom). Do we know why these former Somalian fishermen turned to piracy?--and piracy has Capitalistically paid off for them to the tune of so far maybe a billion bucks. Well, it's because it was Larry Summers who came up with the "Hey, let's dump all our nuclear waste into Third World Africa," and so that's what we did, we dumped tons of nuclear waste into the waters off Somalia thus ruining the fishing in the area and driving these Somalian fishermen into piracy. I suppose Larry could defend his idiotic idea by saying it improved the economy of Somalia, piracy bringing in more revenue than honest fishing did. Our banks and financial institutions are pirates; yet, we continue to praise them as job creators (bullshit--they fire more people than they hire--what do you think mergers are for?) and Obama continues to support them with free loans from our non-governmental private-firm Federal Reserve once headed by one of the biggest idiots to ever grace our history, Allen "Nutjob" Greenspan.]

There has been a lot of discussion in the media about how to address piracy off the coast of Somalia. Much less attention has been given to the complex sources of political turmoil, poverty and pollution that have led many Somalis into piracy. In order to prevent more violent hijackings, Washington needs to understand the root causes of piracy.

What follows is a collection of recent reports and writing by investigative journalists and experts on the topic of piracy in Somalia. These reports focus on the fact that foreign shipping companies have been dumping nuclear waste off the coast of Somalia and looting the country's fishing industry. Many of Somalia's "pirates" initially organized to defend their coast against this pollution and robbery.

This is from towardfreedom.com/home/content/view/1567/1/
Or read this:
www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/johann-hari/

8) The Heritage Foundation--a huge pool of working-against-We-the-People-of-the-USA idiots--the power behind the Susan B. Comen Foundation denying aid to Planned Parenthood, that horrible anti-Christian-God tool of the Christian Devil (Satan) that murders American citizens who are developing fetuses--yes, the Heritage Foundation idiots want to make fetuses American citizens. The "right to life." So we birth these fetuses and they get to be 18 years old and we use them as cannon fodder--oh, dying in a bunch of trumped-up wars is honorable--how ironic is that?

9) New York City Police Commissioner Shanty Irish Ray Kelly--Currently Ray's in a bit of trouble over his son the rapist--"He's a good boy. This bitch is out to benefit her own whore self--same as that African bitch tried to pin a rape charge on that great Frenchman, Dominique Strauss-Kahn. My son is an American hero, dammit. So he's a sexual magnet like his old man, he can't help that." Commission Ray is currently on a rampage against Iranians in New York City, especially Shia Iranians, because since he's in cahoots with the Israeli militant police, he's profiling our local citizen Iranians looking for enemy combatants who are out to kill New York City White people (Christians; Irish Catholics; God-fearing New York Citians). [Of course Little Ray probably knows about Israel's plans to attack Iran in the spring.] The latest lie coming out of the back-room shenanigans at the White Man's House is that Iran will soon have a missile carrying a nuclear head that can reach the USA, mainly New York City. According to Commish Ray, these Islamic terrorists bastards are out to destroy New York City. Idiotic thinking; which means as a citizen of New York City I'm a suspect 24/7 for some crime. Ray Kelly, accused of wrong doings when he was head of the US Customs under Georgie Porgie Bush (all of which have been swept under the District of Corruption carpet), is now in command of the NYPD military forces--big fat overweight idiot cops--men and women--carrying assault weapons--the cream of that crop of cop idiots the ones Mayor Bloomingidiotberg ordered Kelly to send against those sorry Occupy Wall Street enemy combatants. How dare these little low-life bastards attack our sacred Wall Street patriotic heroes--those who keep America the greatest and richest country in the world. WE ARE THE POLICEMEN OF THE WORLD--and have been since the days of John Foster Dullard (Dulles) the Secretary of State for Ike "I'm Out on the Links" Eisenhower--this Ivy Leaguer fop the man who came up with the Domino Theory that led us into the devastating Vietnam War--a war, which, ironically, we really didn't lose because we still control the Vietnamese economy. President Obama, by the bye, is focusing his military-intervention designs on Asia now--we are going to have a military base in Australia now. HOT DAMN. Don't you just love war? Ain't it grand? Our billionaires are getting richer and richer from war! They love war! We need more young kids to grow up to become cannon fodder for our economically-beneficial-to-billionaires wars.

10) And to end this Top Ten list of Idiots, I add We the People of the USA who keep on keepin' these idiots in power.

thegrowlingwolf (who some think is an idiot, too)
for The Daily Growler

A Little Taste of the Art of Maurice de Vlaminck:

I've loved this guy's work since I first saw a print of one of his works in my father's framing establishment, later getting deeply into his work through the writings of Elie Faure.

A The Daily Growler Children's Tale

Foto by tgw, New York City, Jan. 2012
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Bundy Buell & His Three Bears

Act 1
Bundy Buell was a shadow boy. His mother and father were 3-D shadows. As a shadow boy, Bundy Buell liked to take risks. Like, you know, positioning himself as a one-dimensional shadow on his parents's bedroom wall. "Like a fly am I," he boasted with shadowy glee. And then observing the antics of his parents he observed to himself, "That's real flesh, I'm truly sure, yes, it's real flesh."

Incidentally, Bundy Buell had a dog named God. God was a wonder dog who did tricks in response to his master's wanting God to cover for him while he did his shadowy spying on his parents's bedroom wall. Like being a wonder dog, God could play the piano, and very loudly, enough to distract Bundy's parents while he spied on them.

"What will we do about Bundy?" his mother in the flesh said one night to his father in the flesh.

"Let's buy him a bear," the father replied.

"A bear of his own?"

"Yes indeedy...in fact, why not two bears?"

"But, hun, where will we put two bears?"

"We'll build them a house of their own on that vacant lot next door."

"Wow! Two bears of my very own," Bundy thought to himself as he positioned himself on his parents's bedroom wall.

"But, hun, why just two bears?" the mother suddenly asked.

"Of course, how lame of me not to make it a magic number of bears...of course we'll get him three bears," the father proclaimed.

"And a little blonde white girl, too?" the mother said chortling.

"Let's don't get carried away with this," the father replied judiciously.

"Hun, I was only jesting...you know how I love jesting, especially jesting you, hun," the mother said continuing to chortle.

Act 2
"The bears are here! The bears are here!" Bundy was screaming at the top of his lungs.

A huge 18-wheeler truck was backed up into the Buell's driveway. "Uncle Floyd Banger's Zoo Animal & Circus Animal Haulers" was painted in big scripted calliope-gold letters on the side of the truck.

"Hey, folks, where you want these bears?" a big brute of a man who had hopped out of the cab of the truck hollered up toward the Buell house.

"You're at the wrong house. The bears live next door," Bundy's father hollered back, going to the front door in his bathrobe.

"Next door?" the other moving man asked astonished.

"Yes, that's their house, that low-level villa-like structure over there. Just back your truck up in the circular drive and the butler will let you in."

"The butler will let us in?" the big brute of a moving van man asked sarcastically, then shaking his head in disbelief he turned and climbed up into the cab of the huge truck and soon had its big motor roaring and black smoke coming out of its huge silver stack.

"Listen, hun," the mother said to the father, "you can hear the bears growling pleasurably from inside the van."

"It's a pleasurable sound that is bringing us all together," the father, a poet, said blissfully.

"It'll be so nice and rewarding having those bears living next door to us," the mother beamed.

"I just hope they can pay the rent on time," the father joshed.

Both then broke into guffaws.

Act 3
The bears held a dance their first night in their new home. And oh what a joyous affair it was. Bundy, due to his age, could only watch the goings on from his room's bay window.

"Those are my bears, darn it, but I can't even enjoy them because of my age. Dad says it's the insurance man's fault."

Bundy squinted as he spied on the goings on next door. He shared his disappointment with God, who was trying to cheer him up by playing the Buell's baby grand very loudly.

Bundy gasped as he watched his mother dancing gaily with Papa Bear. And his father! Gosh! What he was doing with Mama Bear! Surely that's wrong. But? And it was a long lingering but, but where was the other bear, the third bear? Bundy knew there were three bears ordered and that three bears were delivered but he hadn't seen the third bear only Papa and Mama Bear. Where was that other bear? Baby Bear, Bundy assumed, "My own little brother or sister bear," he thought continuing to assume.

Soon Bundy Buell went to sleep with God by his side. And Bundy dreamed all night of being a bear himself.

Act 4
At breakfast the next morning, Bundy was solemn as he ate his Farina.

"What's wrong, son?" his mother asked him.

"Mother, I've got to admit to spying on the bears's party last night and I saw you with Pappa Bear and I saw daddy with Mama Bear, but I didn't see my third bear, who is Baby Bear, I assume. I thought daddy bought me three bears...and bought them for me."

"Yes, my little honey bun, he bought those bears for you, but you see, son, it's like this--hold on to your hat--but last night, you see, son, your mother fell in love with Papa Bear, his name's Leon, and you see, son, your father, well, he fell in love with Mama Bear, Nelly's her name. As a result, your dad and I have agreed to a divorce so I can legally marry Leon and he can legally marry Nelly--and tonight, we're all getting together and celebrating and you can decide which new parents you want to live with, and as a surprise we're all gonna eat big thick juicy steaks!"

"OH NO!" Bundy screamed horrifically, "BABY BEAR!"

"They say it's more tasty than beef," his mother replied trying to calm him down.

The End

thethedailygrowlerstaff: No one on our staff will admit to writing this child's rather highly dramatic tale--let's blame it on our editing horse, shall we?

A Little Taste of American Indian Art:

Spirit Bear art card by Joe Wilson measures 6 x 9 inches. "In this design I have tried to provide the best rendition of a traditional 'Spirit Bear' design in Coast Salish Style. My research over the past 25 years has included most of the ancient bone, stone and wood carvings. The idea for this design came from an old comb design made of bone and represents to me a revival of some of the powerful art forms of our ancient people. The design with the huge protruding tongue and eye style is reminiscent of the traditional 'Sxwaixwe' mask- a sacred and rarely seen mask outside our culture."

From: www.theeaglesnestonline.com

Existing in the Police State of Billionaire Heaven, New York City: Confessing to Google

Foto by tgw, New York City, Jan. 2012
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Google Needs to Know All About Me (and You)
Google has announced that on March 1 it will begin data mining every one who logs in to one of its sites or uses Google search. Google says it's to offer a better privacy policy!!! Huh? They really mean what they are going to do is follow you as you search on Google or as you log in to your blog on blogspot (Google owns it) and they are going to collect data via cookies they'll plant in your computer as they follow you and those cookies will give them a clue as to everything you do. Like say you email a friend and brag explicitly about who you had sex with last night. Since Google owns G-mail and a lot of Yahooers and others switched over to G-mail a year or so ago, Google's sensitive-to-your-needs implanted cookies will advise Google's advertising-spammers to send you advertisements via your email that may offer you sex education courses at the University of Phoenix or maybe they'll send you an invitation by a sex therapist for a session on his or hers couch or maybe the Trojan condom promoters will offer you a free pack of rubbers if you'll order some K-Y Jelly from their on-line sexual-aid store. Or, dig this, you may joshingly email someone how you hate President Obama--Google may feel it in the common interest to supply the FBI with that email for them to analyze to see if maybe you don't win a one-way ticket to Guantanamo.

The Daily Growler posts on blogspot.com, so Google already I am sure has thoroughly analyzed the old Growler's growling messages (sermons) and have reached the conclusion that...well, I tell ya what I'll do, let me just go ahead and give Google all this info right now:

Dear Google:

Here's some info on me you may need when you start hurling spam-like ads at me while I'm searching or perhaps you'll redirect me first to one of your advertisers--you know those huge shadowy screens that suddenly pop up when you're say scanning the Washington Post's Website--those overshadowing pop-ups telling you that "Be AHEAD of the Game, be the envy of your Friends! How? Well, Verizon has a Droid waiting for you in your name--ready to ship to you"--you know those kind of new sales intrusions into our exposed private lives? These are the pop ups that have the "X" up in one corner you can hit and exit the ad or it will say CLOSE and you click on that and close it. Intrusive, but, hey, in or about 1973, the sales forces of companies took over the management of these companies and it effected most everything in this country and thus began first talk about shelf life and store accessableness and futuristic designs and shit like that and now it has puffed itself up into what it has always called "the Global Marketplace," marketeers expanding the sales potential universe--sales, promotion, tracking, dividing the country up into buying zones. Google also has a satellite that can practically break into your home or apartment and film your whole life without you the least knowing about it--Google can put a surveillance camera on your ass 24/7, while some computer-nerd-intern number crunches all the info that private-corporation-owned satellite collects. Google openly talks about "mapping" you in their announcement of this data mining they're going to do on their sites starting March 1st of the Year of Doomsday.

thegrowlingwolf's Giving Personal Information to My Lord, Google
For my first admission: Yes, Google, I do read Ezra Pound's poems and his little essay books like The ABCs of Economics.

Google, I was never a member of the Communist Party, but I do dig Karl Marx and Frederick Engels and I am presently reading The Communist Manisfesto. Here go, Google, let me quote you the first line of it: "The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles." Can you relate that line, Google, to what's going on presently in the USA? Would you say it was a class war?

Google, oh by the way, let me stress that I am a White male who feels inside like he's more related to the wild wolf than he is to a civilized human being--who I admit I refer to a lot as a human-monkey, or as the late great president G.W. Bush would have put it, a human-animal-hybrid.

By the way, Google, I must confess I hate that little spoiled brat prick G.W. Bush--I call him Georgie Porgie a lot--he and Pickles; what a fucking good life they've got for themselves off the working backs of sliding-into-poverty Americans but also off the dead American soldiers's bodies and the millions of Afghanistan and Iraq corpses his War on Terror has brought about. And, by the way, if I were president, I'd bust his ass as an enemy combatant and send him and Pickles--I might even throw the twins in the mix, too--off to Syria for some legal torture before CIA-airing them back to their new home in that gorgeous Caribbean spa, Guantanamo Bay Homeland Security Prison and Torture Administration Center. The guilty go free while the innocent are imprisoned and tortured.

Google, I graduated college with a Masters Degree in Sociological and Economic Theory. I wrote my thesis on the Sociological theories of Georg Simmel, a very difficult man to understand. Since you now own all of the books in the world, I would suggest you read some Simmel.

Google, after college I couldn't find a job in my focus field, Urban Sociology, so I opted to do what all Sociology students with Masters Degrees in Sociological and Economic Theory do when they can't find a job in their fields, they get a job as a Social Worker. My first job as a Social Worker took place in New Orleans, Louisiana, where I was hired as an Intake Worker for the Orleans Parish Court. At the time I worked in New Orleans, my official boss was District Attorney Jim Garrison. And, yes, Google, many a'mornin' I've had breakfast with the Mayor of New Orleans at that time, Vic Schiro, and Jim Garrison. Why, Google, Jim Garrison introduced me to Bullshots one afternoon in Don's Offshore Lounge down on Carondelet in Center City New Orleans.

Google, I've been married three times to three beautiful and extremely intelligent women all of whom after they kicked my ass out of their lives went on to be extremely successful. My first marriage happened in Mexico, so to hell with telling you about that one; my second marriage was my real marriage. A Texas girl I'd first met in the Disneyland parking lot in Anaheim, California, after she had just turned sweet sixteen--and what a young beauty she was--White as the driven snow in the winter; becoming brown as a Tex-Mex berry in the spring; and as red as the skin of her Choctaw grandpa in the middle of summer. When we lived in Mexico, Mexican caballeros and young chicos would gang along behind us and beside us and in front of us spouting rapid Spanish advertisements for themselves in terms of being a better sexually (mucho macho) for her than the norteamericano gringo-bastardo-ching-golly-cock-a-rony she was strolling with down the Reforma. We were married 10 years, Google, and then one day in our East Side Manhattan apartment overlooking the East River on a quiet Sunday while reading the New York Times she casually, dropping her paper as she did, informed me that she wanted a divorce (and for your sales techies, Google, note that I no longer read The New York Times and certainly never plan ever to subscribe to it no matter the fabulous offers it will be sending me via your cookies...ah what's the use--OK, yes, the Growler does have a link to the People's Daily on-line newspaper, which you will determine we Growlers do click on and read haphazardly some times. The reading of it is improvisational with us--though, hell, I reverted back to a time when Red China was one of our bitterest enemies--now it's OK to read a Red Chinese newspaper, is it not? Your call on that one, Lord Google).

Google, how 'bout we don't mention my third wife at all. Thirty years that one lasted...but, hey, I'm keeping some of my life undercover--in a steel lead-lined vault I've had installed in the concrete floor of a rented warehouse hidden somewhere out in the Lehigh Valley.

So far, Google, what do you think? I guess you want me to reveal more about my income and what I spend it on, right? Fuck all this silly personal college and marriage stuff--oh, did I say I'm a ex-military man? US Army Artillery. That ought to stand me good as a patriot, that is if a part of your data mining includes gathering information on my patriotism! I think most Americans are as stupid as Newtie Gingrich and Mitt Romney, but hey you already know that.

Google, mark me down as a cheap-ass son of a bitch when it comes to spending my money. I have an Achilles heel in my money spending secrets though, but more about that later. In terms of how I spend my money on clothes: hellfire (a good American cuss word), my wardrobe consists of about 100 tee shirts, two pairs of jeans, several pairs of Boxer Joes with holes in them, four pairs of black sox, no belts, about 30 baseball-type caps or hats--two or three I wear more than any of the others, especially my old alma mater sidelines hat--my UNT hat--a hat that some vulgar folks at first sight think spells out CUNT. They are very disappointed when they find out there's no C in my old alma mater's acronym.
The Wolf Man's UNT cap. See, there's no C.
Shoes? Well, currently because it's winter, I'm wearing my Doc Martin-imitation Italian-made thick-sole shoes with cleated soles so I don't fall down on the New York City icy sidewalks this winter when the hawk starts talking a mean frozen lingo.

Google, let's see, what do I eat? Well...that depends on how much money I have. Aha, now your ears are perking up. "He's maybe about to tell us how much money he has--fine tune me into his room so I can watch to see if he has a safe--maybe we should inform the IRS about this guy...." Sorry, Google, I'm putting words in your mouth. Where is your mouth, by the way? Oh, sorry, I'm not an info gatherer, you are. I worked in advertising long enough to know what you are data mining for. Here ya go, you'll love this: I EAT OUT EVERY DAY AND NIGHT. However, I've established a series of neighborhood restaurants, one in particular where you'll find me dining at my own table--but then you could zoom your satellite tracking device down on my apartment--it does penetrate brick doesn't it?--and when you see me puttin' on the Ritz--putting on a clean tee shirt and my same-ole green jacket made in Mongolia--when I was a kid if you'd'a told me I was going to be wearing a winter coat made in Mongolia some day, I'd'a laughed in your face--and, Google, when I'm exiting the building, just follow me and you'll see where I directly head--it's that Irish pub right there--see it?--on the left side of the street--yeah, that's it--of course this pub owner, my pal, owns three more restaurants in the area where I hide out sometimes.

Google, I know you're interested in what I buy on line. I have a tendency to say Fuck You, it's none of your business, but then I wake up to the fact that it is your business. Google ads, those particularly bothersome interventions on otherwise solid Websites--you know, you go on one of those Medical advice sites and there are all these Google ads salted in among the site's actual articles and such. And speaking of medical advice, I don't trust most doctors. I've had several friends in my life whose brothers were and are doctors; in fact, currently, three of my closest friends's brothers are doctors. I would trust a doctor in a one-to-one situation; in fact, one of my friend's doctor brothers was influential in helping me get a professional evaluation of an infection I had decades ago, a professional urologist who I trusted and who was I thought very thorough in explaining the cause of this infection, even drawing me a very well-done sketch showing me exactly where my infection was located. And, yes, I've had good results especially with eye doctors--I had a viral eye infection in the 80s and I found this very clever, witty, and seemingly knowledgeable eye doctor who prescribed this stuff that cost $80 a bottle and it worked miraculously and I haven't had any eye troubles in many a moon since. Dentists I go to, but I really don't trust these guys--I've had some hairraising experiences with dentists--but I've already exposed those moments in past posts on the Growler.

Google, one horrible thing about me is I don't believe in insurance and I don't believe in using credit so I have NO credit rating. Does such an admission get me marked off your list of your potential cookie embeddings and phishing and spamming expeditions? Probably not, but anyway, you see I'm not really a good source for someone to be suckered in by Google ads's come ons.

I could reveal a hell of a lot more--was I ever a criminal? Were you ever a criminal?

What Was Timmy Geithner Doing in Africa?
I don't believe I ever recall in our past history where a Secretary of the Treasury made US sales junkets to foreign countries, but Little Timmy Geithner took such a trip just a week or so ago. Little Timmy showed up in Africa. What was he up to? I think he was bringing pressure on them to buy our arms and genetically engineered vegetables and fruits. And speaking of genetically modified foods, did you hear that Monsanto has bought Blackwater (or whatever their latest name is)?

Obama
Oh, shit, Obama is lying sideways, backwards, upsidedown...his every word is a bunch of well-hook-punctuated bullshit. He's still trumpeting himself as a man of change--yep, he changed the Homeland Security bullshit to where he's now able to tell HIS armed forces, now a combat unit active in the USA, a first in our history, "Hey, dudes, I don't like the looks of that American down there, see, that guy in that surveillance photo there--that White guy wearing the turban...let's whisk his ass off the streets, nail him as an enemy combatant, and ship his ass off to our friends in Syria for a little legal torture--WHA! My CIA has started a revolution in Syria...my man, Assad, what? But didn't I give him a Medal of Honor for his role in torturing those renditioned al-Queda agents?...so what there's no proof he's an enemy combatant, that makes no difference to me--bust his ass anyway; I'm the Commander 'n Chief, by gum by golly."

[Google, I forgot to confess to you that I'm not voting for any of these sham bastards this time--all of them, including Obama, are backwards-thinking lyin' dogs.]

I feel so much better after confessing to my Lord & Master Google.

thegrowlingwolf (Google me)
for The People's Daily Growler

A Little Taste of Canadian Art:

Foto by mw (Ontario, Canada, scene)
I'm more and more impressed with our old pal at wood s lot's photography. He's already a The Daily Growler Hall of Famer for keeping publishing one of the best sites on the Internet--now he's going in as a Hall of Famer photographer.

Existing in the Police State of Billionaire Heaven: New York City: Biding My Time

Foto by tgw, "Through a Glass Darkly," New York City, Jan. 2012
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Time Waits for No Man
My dad used to say, "Don't let time pass you by." After he'd say that I would wonder in my child-curious way how time could pass one by. I had never felt it passing me by. I'd look at my wind-up alarm clock by my bed, my first timepiece ever, and I would imagine the hands flying freely around the dial, hours and hours and hours passing me by. Swooshing by me.

Time is a movable feast, I suppose. Since it's man-invented, of course it can't pass me by. Time is imprisoned within our chronological devices, which are the concepts of our brains. Time is a controlling agent. Time is an incarcerator. Time is a method of measurement. Time is a measurement of just how long we have...to live...to die...to be imprisoned...to wile away time...to take a lot of time outs--and the time out is one of the means one has to keep time in tow. You get frustrated, you just take a time out. Time outs stop the clocks; yet the shadow of time keeps on keepin' on.

Your heart is a timepiece. It tick-tocks.

Before there were quartz time or digital time, before our Naval Observatory time was computerized and nanoseconded down to minutia of time, clocks tick-tocked either from side to side or up and down.

Back in my good ole days, I used to hang on my three-hour lunch breaks at a Midtown Manhattan restaurant called Ho-Hos. It was in the ground-floor back of the old Time & Life Building in Rockefeller Center. I first heard about Ho-Hos on the long-ago-and-now-forgotten Long John Nebel's all-night radio talk show that aired back from the 50s, 60s, up until 1978 when Nebel died of prostate cancer. Ho-Hos was one of his sponsors. Two of the bartenders in Ho-Hos were Jimmy Chin and Mister Yick. One day I was sitting at the bar when this musician friend, he'd been big during the bubble-gum rock phase, came in needing money. He was peddling this pocket watch he'd gotten as a wedding present from his wife who he had now divorced. He said he definitely hated her and he also hated this watch because she had given it to him so he said I could have the watch for $20.
That's it...the Majestime Pocket Watch I Bought for $20 From the B-Gum Rocker
Twenty bucks was chicken feed to me then since I was working in a high-cotton field knocking down big bucks-per-month, so out of feeling sorry for the dude, I'd just gone through a divorce of my own, I bought the watch. After the dude had split, Mr. Yick asked me to see the watch. He took it and held it up to his ear. "Yes, velly good watch," he said handing it back to me. Curious, I asked him what he was listening for when he held it up to his ear. He said cheap watch tick-tocks up and down but good watch tick-tocks back and forth sideways.

I at one time invested a whole ton of spondulex in antique wristwatches. My oldest and most treasured one was a 1907 Elgin porcelain dial solid silver wristwatch with solid gold works inside the silver filigree case. I still have it--one day the stem broke and it has sat dormant for several years now. The time contained in that old precision-made chronometer has been frozen in time. I tried to sell it on eBay as is for an opening bid of $100 but nobody was interested. I paid $375 for it ten years ago. At one time my watch collection contained 50 timepieces, of which I've now sold off 20, leaving me still with right at 30 watches in various states of running, some having their own time-works frozen and in need of repair. If you ever see me in the street or at dinner or playing a gig, I'll be wearing my favorite of all my watches, a 1950s Bulova automatic with a black dial. Bulova may not have invented the self-winding wristwatch, but its were the best and this little watch has been running faithfully for me for over 10 years now. The longest I had a wind-up wristwatch run was 18 years, a Gruen watch my dad bought me for high school graduation, claiming he paid $80 for it, an exorbitant price for a wristwatch in those days. That watch ran until one day it simply just stopped winding and working, so I put a nail in my apartment wall and hung that watch up on it as a work of art.

The most amazing wristwatch I've ever owned is what we called the Casio Rubber Watch. It is a battery-operated watch--it has all kinds of bells and whistles on it, too, like an alarm, a stop watch, military time, etc. It also lights up in the dark. A friend in the watch business sold me this watch for $30 back in the 80s--the insert that came with the watch said it had a 7-year battery in it. That watch, my friends, is still running today, 20 years later--keeping fairly accurate time--sitting in a never-used coffee mug up in my loft bed right now as I type on this post. The last time I wore it, about a year ago to an Ives program at Town Hall, it started falling apart, a little metal strip falling off the watch face, the band, rubber, tearing slightly near the clasp--so I returned it to the coffee mug and there it sits today still telling time. Just look at the time this old rubber watch still is recording--the time of my life up there in my loft bed for the past 20 years.

Sitting here looking around my apartment, I count four wall clocks--and there's one in my bathroom (my Charles Parker, Jr., clock), too, so that's five. I love clocks but I hate time. One of my clocks, it's celebrating the 10th Anniversary (1994-2004) of the Hudson Valley Renegades minor league baseball team, stopped one day about a year ago at 15 minutes of 12--and I have just left it set that way. Another one of my clocks is an hour off because I never change it come Daylight Savings Time beginnings and endings--in the spring it will be two hours off--and in the fall, it will return to being one hour off.

Daylight Savings Time was a Rooseveltian move to give folks longer days so they could work their asses off in the WWII defense plants. Why we kept Daylight Savings Time after the war I'll never know; the politicos on the left say it's so the little kiddies won't have to trudge down to their schools in the dark; the rightwingers say it blasphemes God's time. All that Daylight Savings Time proves is that man is the clockmaker and he can start and restart time at will. I mean why couldn't Congress pass an amendment saying 12 midnight was no longer 12 midnight but was now 12 night noon or some such bullshit as that? Man could even add an extra hour to a day if he so chose.

A good quote about time? Here's one from Somerset Maugham (in The Moon and Sixpence):
"I don't think of the past. The only thing that matters is the everlasting present."
Living in the present tense continuously. I learned living in the present tense continuously from Gertrude Stein who said she wrote in the continuing present tense. Writing in the present tense. Solving all your problems in the present tense. Because the present tense is where we all are at the same time. It is in the present that I sit now presenting you with this little presentation on time. My time. I know my time, but I don't know your time.

Some Antique Watches, the Collecting of Which Was One of My Pastimes
A Famous Hilton Triangle Watch From the 1930s.
This Is a Nelson Celluloid Watch, Also From the 1930s.
A Lord Elgin Gold Watch With Black Dial and Wire Lugs From 1940s--I still own this watch; unfortunately its works are currently frozen.
This Is the White-faced Version of the Lord Elgin Gold Watch With Wire Lugs From 1948. All but the Black-Dial Gold Elgin (3rd from top), I no longer own.

There aren't many old watchmakers still around who really know their business. The guys who knew how to work on the above watches are all gone now and today's watch repair people here in New York City have no knowledge of these American watches--most of the watch repairmen in my neighborhood are Russians. There is still a world-renown Elgin watch restorer out in California but he's quite expensive. However, those Elgin Gold jobs above when completely restored sell upwards in the 300-to-400 dollar range.

So remember, time will tell, but what it will tell, we'll not know until the time comes for us to know. A lot of people are looking forward to a coming time; while some are dreading any kind of waking time.

thetimefulgrowlingwolf
for The Timely Daily Growler

A Little Taste of American Art:

"Big Red Flower?" by California artist, Geoff Greene--Acrylic on 2 canvas panels - 48" x 38" (August, 2007) The question mark is explained: he didn't remember what kind of flower it was.

Existing in Wall Street, USA: Here It Comes Around Again

Foto by tgw, "Through a Glass Darkly," New York City, Jan. 2012
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Ready for More of the Same
Notice the same stays the same seemingly forever. The stage was set with the evolution that brought us to the human-monkey state, this human monkey who refers to himself as MAN, or in his intellectual sense, Homo sapien--very few Homo sapiens have ever heard this name, however--it's a name preserved for use in our ivory towers. Man is the same today as he was yesterday and the day before yesterday. Man is the same all over the world. Even though a man is speaking in a rare language only understood by a very few people, he is still speaking everyday language: "Hi, Hugh, how you doin'?" "Just fine, Lugh, how the hell are you doin'? And how's that cute wife of yours...I intended to knock her out and drag her off to my cave but you, you son of a bitch, you beat me to her."

I regularly read www.languagehat.com, a site filled with linguistic discussion by some of the sharpest minds in the business. A recent post on L Hat's site dealt with the subject, "Have Americans Ruined English?" The linguistic responses to this post were all primarily concerned with yes Americans have butchered the real English language, blah, blah, blah. Mostly answers only a linguist (there are sociolinguists, you know--me trumpeting about how all of these thinkers are in fact Sociologists, my favorite human-monkey invention, a biased opinion, of course, since I tout myself as a Sociologist, though non-practicing in the active and up-to-date sense). THOUGH, the whole premise of this post is that all, including Sociology and Linguistics, are still the same, the same goals, the same intentions, the same research methods, the same taught elementals--producing the same ole-same ole--yes, perhaps a modified same ole-same ole, perhaps a same ole-same ole moved on to a higher plane, but still it's the same ole-same ole.

All animals have language. My neighbor has two cats that he sometimes allows to kick the kinks out of their apartment-confined activities by letting them tumble about out in our small but spacious hallway. One of the cats knows me from when he was a big kitten and always comes directly to me corresponding with me in terms of rubbing his head against me, in terms of purring heavily in friendship; the damn cat knows me as a friend. The other cat, however, who I've never touched or talked to, avoids me, is standoffish, though I try and get her to come to me, she relinquishes her getting petted to the cat who knows me--and who when the other cat seems to be coming to me, blocks her path and tells her in an easily understood way that I am his friend and not hers. We have developed a language consisting of words, of sounds, of touch, of even me turning the key in my door lock and this cat knows that sound and runs to my door to wait until I come out--and then he's ready for a little conversation with me.

Did you ever notice that most animals know the meaning of the word "No"--in English, French, Spanish, etc., but then no seems to be a common sound that means what it means to all animals including Homo sapiens. Like when chimpanzees (our next of kin) have a conflict, there's always one big mama who puts a stop to it with firm looks and shrieks that mean NO to the offenders.

Another thing this cat knows are my hand signals. Like most cats and dogs understand the sign language that means "Come here"--or they know the whistle that means the same thing--or in some animals, the hand signal combined with the words "Come here" are easily understood by most animals I have a friend who has a parrot--and even parrots understand "No" and hand signals signaling them to fly down and perch on a finger, or hand signals and sounds telling them it's time to eat. All animals know what "It's time to eat" means, too, no matter how it's phrased: in sound, or whistle, or words.

I looked up "animal linguistics" in Wikipedia (you may love or hate Jimmy Wales, but he pulled off a cool move by shutting down Wikipedia sites for 12 hours--and the SOPA and PIPA bills were thrown off the table as a result--for the moment, the Internet is still left wide open--it's like a huge world-wide bulletin board)--and here's what I found:

"With linguists, the interest of animal communication systems lies in their similarities to and differences from human language:

1. Human languages are characterized for having a double articulation (in the characterization of French linguist André Martinet). It means that complex linguistic expressions can be broken down in meaningful elements (such as morphemes and words), which in turn are composed of smallest phonetic elements that affect meaning, called phonemes. Animal signals, however, do not exhibit this dual structure.
2. In general, animal utterances are responses to external stimuli, and do not refer to matters removed in time and space. Matters of relevance at a distance, such as distant food sources, tend to be indicated to other individuals by body language instead, for example wolf activity before a hunt, or the information conveyed in honeybee dance language. It is therefore unclear to what extent utterances are automatic responses and to what extent deliberate intent plays a part.
3. Human language is largely learned culturally, while animal communication systems are known largely by instinct.^{[citation needed]}
4. In contrast to human language, animal communication systems are usually not able to express conceptual generalizations. (Cetaceans and some primates may be notable exceptions).
5. Human languages combine elements to produce new messages (a property known as creativity). One factor in this is that much human language growth is based upon conceptual ideas and hypothetical structures, both being far greater capabilities in humans than animals. This appears far less common in animal communication systems, although current research into animal culture is still an ongoing process with many new discoveries."

How fascinating, eh? [What am I, Canadian? The last time I was in Canada--Newfoundland and Nova Scotia--I was very bored]. But these things are fascinating to me in a Sociological sense, though I don't agree with a lot of those above points--like animal communication is instinctual, meaning to me it never changes; yet I think animal communications depend on their location and relation to human beings and in that sense they pick up new ways of communicating with each other.

As a writer--hell, I can easily communicate with other animals--even put words in their mouths if I want to--like writing a children's book narrated by an English-speaking bear perhaps. Writers can use language any damn way they please, as long as it's, shall I dare say, entertaining. It's all about being entertaining. Getting parrots to speak human words is done because it's entertaining when these birds do seem to be understanding and speaking OUR language. Writers must be entertaining--the language they use or abuse in being entertaining in terms of correct usage is irrelevant in a work of fiction. Conversation--the first definition--the second definition having to do with sexual intercourse--which, by the way, has its own form of language--in all animals not just humans. All animals growl and groan with pleasure as they have sex. Humans have a knack of using scurrilous words from their language to add more spice to the action.

And action it is, too. Action is entertaining. Action. Acting. The Act. Act One. A play in 4 Acts. Act yourself. Act like a lady. Act your age. Your actions speak louder than words. Actors. And actors are entertainers.

I'm back to reading Somerset Maugham's wonderful little book, The Summing Up, and I'm in the part where Brother Maugham is talking about his time as a produced playwright and his relationship with the actors and actresses who recreated his written plays onto the stage in a reality setting. In writing about actors and how hard it is to pin them down as to who they are in terms of who they really are--you know, like Maugham says, actors seem to be a conglomeration of all the parts they've ever studied for or succeeded in performing. And, then, in a typical Maugham way, he boils actors and actresses down to the nitty-gritty by writing: "Make-believe is their reality, and the public, which is at once their material and their judge, is also their dupe. Because make-believe is their reality they can look upon reality as make-believe" (Somerset Maugham, The Summing Up, chapter 31, last paragraph).

I've never had any trouble writing dialog--though I never tried to write a play. I was tempted way back when Tennessee Williams wrote Camino Real (1953) and later In a Bar in a Tokyo Hotel, where one critic wrote that Tennessee was "fracturing language" to fit his characters's actions, or where the play is leading its characters--up to the final scene--and then BOOM, the audience is shocked and left stunned. That's what I began to like about Tennessee's play writing.

And as to the language of Camino Real, here's a reply from the main woman character in the play, Marguerite (Camile like)--(thanks to www.sheilaomalley.com/)--and I think this is great writing:

"MARGUERITE. Oh Jacques, we’re used to each other, we’re a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we’ve grown used to each other. That’s what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real … What are we sure of? Not even of our existence, dear comforting friend! And whom can we ask the questions that torment us? “What is this place?” “Where are we?” — a fat old man who gives sly hints that only bewilder us more, a fake of a Gypsy squinting at cards and tea leaves. What else are we offered? The never-broken procession of little events that assure us that we and strangers about us are still going on! Where? Why? and the perch that we hold is unstable! We’re threatend with eviction, for this is a port of entry and departure, there are no permanent guests! And where else have we to go when we leave here? Bide-a-While? “Ritz Men Only”? Or under that ominous arch into Terra Incognita? We’re lonely. We’re frightened. We hear the Streetcleaners’ piping not far away. So now and then, although we’ve wounded each other time and again — we stretch out hands to each other in the dark that we can’t escape from — we huddle together for some dim-communal comfort — and that’s what passes for love on this terminal stretch of the road that used to be royal. What is it, this feeling between us? When you feel my exhausted weight against your shoulder — when I clasp your anxious old hawk’s head to my breast, what is it we feel in whatever is left of our hearts? Something, yes, something — delicate, unreal, bloodless! The sort of violets that could grow on the moon, or in the crevices of those far away mountains, fertilized by the droppings of carrion birds. Those birds are familiar to us. Their shadows inhabit the plaza. I’ve heard them flapping their wings like old charwomen beating worn-out carpets with grey brooms … But tenderness, the violets in the mountains — can’t break the rocks!"

thegrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler

A Little Taste of American Art:

Leonore Knight, Pen and Ink Illustration of GOP Elephant, circa pre-1900 (that's William McKinley and Teddy Roosevelt in the handbasket). Little is known about Knight other than she was an illustration artist for the Los Angeles Herald in the 1920's - 1940's. I first heard of her when I bought an autograph item of Betty Roche's, Duke Ellington's vocalist from the mid-forties up into the fifties, very famous for her versions of Ellington's and Billy Strayhorn's Take the A Train--on her own with the Savoy Sultans and later on the famous version by the Ellington Ork released in the early fifties. Betty's autograph was with regards to Leonore Knight whose address at the time, 1944, was in Hollywood. I have learned from dealer descriptions that Leonore Knight sent out autograph requests via return mail to many Hollywood celebrities (a photograph of Hattie McDaniels signed to Leonore recently sold at auction for $1600) and entertainers. Recently on eBay, a lot of several of Leonore Knight's pen and ink drawings was offered for $699. The above illustration is from that eBay auction.
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