...Unless That Fool Is Me
I did not listen to our phony president last night. First of all, everything he says is a lie so case closed right there. Right? [Daisy Martinez has a cool closing theme on her cooking show--who the hell doesn't have a cooking show? How about Henry Kissenger Cooks?--and let him cook until he's well done! It's a joke, folks, but then I know you know that.]
I worked in advertising for 35 years; I know most everything we act accordingly to is based on lies--OK, call them suggestions--anyway, they're concocted suggestions--mostly fabrications, some with maybe a pinch or two of truth in them just to give them a truthful flavor, though the lie's the ruler--the passer-on of falsified information, info spun until it's cotton candy, though it's still just as lethal as it was when it was pure cane sugar. Falsified information: like everything that is labeled "All Natural." That's a joke. What determines whether something's not "All Unnatural." Are synthetic products like saccharin all unnatural? But, does saccharin have anything all natural in it? [saccharin is the oldest artificial sweetener; 1879 at Johns Hopkins--a weird word, supposedly taken from the Greek and meaning "sugary," but also is found in the Sanskrit word ['scuse my Sanskrit] sharkara, which really means "gravelly" and is used in the sugar sense metaphorically--I am wandering far from afield. Jesus, F this; how the hell did I get off into biochemistry?...oh, yeah, I know...I didn't watch Georgie Porgie tell a pack of lies last night; yet I can probably recite his speech almost exactly as he recited it; lying like a dog, i.e., Georgie Porgie Bush, our never honestly elected fraud president, the first ever president appointed by the Supreme Court, a sitting of 12 old F-ing raggidy ass-kissing partison judges--whoa, was Clarence "Trying to Climb Anita's Hill" Thomas (Tom) ever a judge? A fed judge? Under old Pappy Bush, you remember; Pappy's gift to the Supreme Court--and now we see what a freak show the Supreme Court became after William "Right Wing Bircher Demon-hearing Idiot" Remquist was guerney-ed onto the Court, and what an insult to Rooseveltian Dumbocrats putting William Remquist on the Supreme Court by Ronnie Raygun, our Alzheimer's president--a real bucket of shit right in the liberally bluffing faces of the bleeding heart Kennedy continuence of the Roosevelt New Deal (the New Frontier) (read Roosevelt as "Jewsevelt" like the Repugnicans of FDR's day did (like the Tafts of Ohio)--what ole Ezra Pound called FDR from his Rapallo, Italy, home on his infamous Old Ez Sez radio shows during WWII. Ez had a strange theory of economics based on the economics of a dude named Major Douglas and his theory of Social Credit. Ez couldn't help it if the Major's theory saw Jewish people as loansharks.
Here, by the way, is a cool link of a layman trying to understand Ezra Pound and his theory of economics--I love old Ez and used to read the Cantos just for the formation of the words and the sound made while reading them without trying to understand ol' Ez's imagist meanings:
This guy takes ol' Ez on. I understand why Ez hated interest rates and believed in social credit. Hell, his father worked for the Philadelphia Mint, during the minting of Morgan silver dollars, you know, cartwheels? Things made out of stone should be readily available to the people; now there's nothing wrong with that. Ez was an imagist--what a head he had! I tried to read Major Douglas in college but found him dry and boring, though he did claim he predicted correctly depressions and inflation and deflation and living on borrowed money and USery...usura.
Freedom Still on the March in Baghdad
It was hard for me to believe the story a couple'a days ago about the Iraqi insurgents (Al Queda, Sodr's boys, terrorists, whatever the hell they are) managed to imitate the stupid U.S. Army so thoroughly the Army checkpoints passed them right on through the Pearly Gates to the Green Zone thinking they were American potentates on a secret visit to the war zone. Instead, they managed to take out a 100 or so innocent Iraqis by being car bombers, not really Americans after all. [Did you know there are almost 100,000 foreign workers in Iraq working for the various contractors getting rich overthere off the death and destruction that follows along behind Freedom on the March and the Mission Never Accomplished Brigade, which is almost as large a number as the number of military troops overthere? Maybe that's why Bush wants to send more human fodder for his weapons of mass destruction overthere, to give the Pentagon a majority vote when it comes to military giveaways and transferred wealth--which is what we're doing, draining the former sovereign nation of Iraq of all its wealth and giving it away to the globalization-worshipping corporate wealth-gobblers, like the Bush family. Never trust your life savings with a Bush! Never! Even ole sweetie-pie Jeb, named after a Confederate general, ran a crooked savings and loan back in the good ole days of wide-open getting rich in junk bonds, land deals, and savings & loans--yep, just like old George Bailey ran in It's a Wonderful Life--it's hard not to like a movie Jimmy Stewart stars in.]
These guys in Iraq who dressed up in US of A uniforms and went straight through three or so checkpoints were in a caravan of 7 black superSUVs all the keiko-muckity muck get as an escort when they sneak visit Iraq to make another crooked business deal or perhaps to bring the bribery payroll for the Iraqi government, which includes that great freedom patriot, Chalabi--yep, he's still around; remember when he was caught spying for Iran! Yeah, Iran! How quickly we forget. Remember how he's wanted in Jordan as a swindler and thief, which means they behead his ass, or maybe they should let the Iraqi Execution Squad hang him high! That would be a winner on YouTube.
Such idiocy in my name--your name, too. To Bush we're all stupid lower-feeding catfish-types; people who live in the alleys behind the mansions he grew up in. Bush is used to hiding behind Big Mammy Babs's solid foundation, he's a mommy's boy, that's for sure; and I bet Pickles ain't no sweetheart every minute of every day; just like it's hard to imagine having fun with Hillbilly Hillary who has the same cold serious look on her aging face as Pickles. Both have hick husbands; Hillary's is a real hillbilly Arkie hick; Pickles's husband is just a plain ole dumbass poor little spoiled brat rich boy who went to college to party in Skull and Bones with dunderhead Yaleys like John "Hands Up" Kerry--"Hey, John, pass the Heinz ketchup, please."
I didn't watch the State of the Union speech last night; but then, I don't ever remember ever watching a State of the Union speech. I am positive all of them since George Washington have been packed with lies the same as a sardine can is packed with sardines.
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