Yellow Dog Blues

Monday, Monday
Sitting here with the drabs on an early Monday morning. The Apple is coming alive, it's beginning to roar, though the roar right now is in the distance, like out on the freeways and turnpikes and side roads all over the area, rushing to work, like wingless birds hustled through mazes of machined traffic shoving and herding.... Soon these human birds will be chirping away at their boring jobs of producing the goods that will make a few big shots filthy rich and a few middle managers think they're getting rich.

I'm just flat tired of rich people--the privileged; privileged usually on the backs of their successful fathers, like Donald "Urban Trash" Trump--or privileged due to a lucky break like our little man mayor being handed a billion-dollar business because no one else dared to take it over; Little Mikey Bloomingidiot--a nerd; Billy Gates a nerd; nerds laughing all the way to their own private banks. "Hey, Mayor, why're your boys flyin' to the Cayman Islands so much? And what's in those suitcases they're carrying?"

One of Bloomie's buddies is beginning the destruction of downtown Brooklyn as he begins demolishing the Atlantic Railroad Yards in Atlantic Heights, Brooklyn, and replacing it with a whole new city centered around this billionaire bum's bum basketball team that is currently playing in the Meadowlands as a New Jersey team, though they did start off as a New York team on Long Island years ago. The team's a wreck since it once was great under that coach that coached those great Detroit teams in the 70s-80s but he eventually quit in disgust and since the New Jersey Nets have been rather disappointing considering the millions they pay those big men who must suffer some form of giantism. It looks strange to me to see a 7-foot 2-inch college freshman playing basketball. They're strength comes from their height but not their dribbling ability or shot-making agility--they make mostly dunks--most of them are horrible free throw shooters--like Shaq, one of the worst free throw shooters in B-ball history.

Anyway, soon downtown Brooklyn's skies will be filled with 55-story luxury apartment buildings surrounding a big, max-tacky basketball gymnasium--and this politically conniving bastard is doing all this egotistical destruction, ruining Brooklyn's old New York flavor, putting it into competition with overbuilding Manhattan through his manipulation of the awful City Council and the Zoning Board with promotion from his little buddy our billionaire nattily-attired nerd little guy mayor--like this asshole using eminent domain enforcement granted him by the city to tear down whole neighborhoods and businesses, intending to replace them with an astounding number of 55-story luxury apartment buildings all around this basketball arena complex, a gated community in downtown Brooklyn for the rich. Oh what a maddening heights that's gonna be one day when the Brooklyn Nets open their season in their new 20,000-seat arena--where's the 20,000-car parking lot gonna be? Then how big is the subway station servicing this complex gonna have to be and who's paying for that? This city-within-a-city idea has been around for years--think of the oldtimers like the Levittowns, the Sterrett Cities and Co-op Cities and Seagate out on Coney Island (look out for those coneys--anybody remember what a coney is?). Also Donald Trump for years has wanted to convert the old Pennsylvania Railroad Yards on the West Side of Manhattan into a Trump City--a complex that included 20 highrises the tallest of which would have been 70 stories--the limit for years in Manhattan was 50-stories--our little man mayor has now raised it to 55-stories, with special permission given to the eyesore Freedom Tower to shoot for the heavens, that pink elephant being built over the sacred ground at Ground Zero down at the site of the 9/11 attack (who did it? who did it?). At first they said this piece of architectural horror would be 1776-feet--in honor of Freedom, see--how stupid, but then they found out they could be the tallest building in the world by going up over 1800 feet--I'm not gonna swear on these facts, but anyway, my drift is, this piece of crap building has special permission to go sky higher than all these other plastic-plexiglass-boxes they refer to as "55-story high-rise luxury" apartment buildings. Zeus help our asses if a galeforce wind every blows down Manhattan's Broadway Alley--plexiglass will be flying everywhere, huge slabs of it, and pieces of concrete-slab balconies (nobody in New York City in their right minds uses their balconies--the air's too filthy) will be sailing around, too--Or-well, maybe I won't be here when that happens--though hurricanes do follow me around.

Brother Bill Moyers is so hitting the nail on the head about these wealthy assholes taking us over in his speech I posted a couple'a days ago.

The Edwardses
Oh boy oh boy, there are a lot of evil glances at the wolfman over these Edwardses; for instance, I've just been reading a bleeding heart liberal's defense of Miz Edwards as the bravest and most geniune woman in America right now, and then later this same correspondent reported how unfair Katie "the Cheerleader" Couric had been to Mrs. Edwards during her interview with them after their press conference (why would anyone take an interview by "the Cheerleader" seriously (she's obviously copycatting Bah-bra Walters, don't'cha think?).

I got a little rough on the Edwardses because, as I said yesterday, I consider all politicians, especially rich guys that don't really need the money these political jobs (jobs of service to the people, as Johnny Boy Edwards puts it) pay, total liars--always lying about something, especially about how they are not driven to politics by their superegos but by some altruistic impulse--get outta here!

It seems to me like the more honorable thing for this John Edwards to have done would have been to have dropped out of the presidential race he hadn't much of a chance of winning and given his wife as comfortable and enjoyable a life as possible in the small amount of time she has left instead of putting her right to work on your campaign--how conceited is that? Why not take your fortune your ole daddy left you--wealth made off the backs of slave labor probably--and buy a villa in the south of France and one in the Caribbean and one in the South Pacific and just travel around the world enjoying life till she finally succumbs...then trot yourself back out as a presidential candidate--you know, show off the little tow-head kids--the lonely daddy--he'll be married again pronto, don't you worry. Politicians to me are besides being liars also scumbags.

Or, hell, John, why not drop out of trying to be president to show your ole Southern Daddy up and research cures for the cancer invading your wife's body like We the People have invaded the bodies of the people of Afghanistan and Iraq--how many of those women have cancer and there's nothing they can do about it except set themselves on fire like the women do in Afghanistan rather than having to go back to putting on a burka and be treated lower than a camel's asshole.

"Impeach Bush" should be the only message these presidential candidates should be spouting. And John Edwards should be hollering to impeach the little spoiled rich brat phony "president" simply for his being against stem-cell research that may one day keep other women from getting the cancer your wife has and may one day make getting rid of the cancer in your wife's body a routine treatment. Of course, if you're heavily invested in HMOs or pharmaceuticals then you don't want to cure cancer--hell no.

So I said Johnny Boy Edwards was trotting out his dying wife in a political move--I mean politics is all these rich boys know--it was their daddies who made the wealth from the family businesses--OK, OK, I'm jealous; mark it up to that. F the rich; even John-Boy Edwards.

How many people are dying in Iraq as Mrs. Edwards is championed overhere as a saint?

Oh, sorry; those are just nameless heathen towelheads--lower than human assholes.

I also got a kick out of ole Trent Lott's returning to the political podium by condemning the Dumbocrats for wanting to bring the troops home NOW and not NEVER like Bush wants by saying we should let the generals in command in Iraq decide whether or not the troops come home or not. How is that big racist fool still able to comment on our affairs so boldly on television?

Trent Lott is back. Newtie Gingrich is back. Rudi "Mussolini" "I Had Three Wives--Though One Was My Second Cousin So She Didn't Count" Guiliana is back, the big dumb goombah Federal prosecuting attorney from Brooklyn who trickbagged New York Citians into believing they should be treated as criminals in order to stop the crime wave in NYC--especially if those citizens were black or Latino, who Rudi and white New Yorkers blamed for all crime in NYC; so Rudi swept into neighborhoods with his brown shirt goon squads and yeah, he stopped the crime wave--oh brave Rudi. Turned out it was Mayor David Dinkins who had doubled the NYC police force who had actually started tackling the crime wave and instead when Rudi was mayor, he rebuked the cops and firemen by never giving them contracts and never giving them raises and never giving them good equipment--look at what happened with the cops and firemen the day 9/11 hit--I mean they were as confused and scared and wondering as the rest of us--trying to act like cops and firemen but finding the enormity of this "odd" attack overwhelming--nobody was prepared for 9/11--nobody--nor are they anymore prepared now for say an attack on their precious Freedom Tower--that really does architecturally look like a big middle-finger aimed right at Mecca.

Pretty evil things I'm thinking, I know. I mean this bleeding heart liberal babe I was reading pitying poor Miz Edwards and nominating her for saint of the year--now that Anna Nicole Smith has been sanctified and sent to the "Heaven" area of the deepest parts of Heavenly Hell and most of Amurica has totally forgotten Amurica's dead princess. I'm so full of jest; it makes a wolf laugh his ass off.

I'm swearing off politics and going under the headphones and listening to some jazz: How about one of the greatest musical events ever recorded: Jaki Byard and his band at Lennie's on the Turnpike up in West Peabody, Mass, on the Mass Turnpike--April 15, 1965, Jaki Byard Quartet Live! with Joe Henderson, George Tucker, and Alan Dawson--the cut "Twelve" has got to be one of the best live things I've ever heard in me life! Prestige CD PCD 24121-2.

Now Jaki, there's a great loss of a human life--

Jaki took a bullet from some unknown source while he was laying across his bed resting one day years ago--one sad day years ago for me.

thegrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler

A thegrowlingwolf Addendum:
I've been castigated by a bleeding-heart-liberal friend by saying my treatment of Johnny Boy Edwards and his lovely wife Elizabeth was outrageous--that didn't bother me--I thought their press conference outrageous--but anyway, my friend went on to say that John Edwards wanted to end poverty in America. I retorted that he voted for the Wars in Iraq and Afghanistan (you know I consider this war illegal, too) and he has consistently voted for more funds for the Wars and for the Pentagon and for Homeland Security; plus he voted wholeheartedly for the Homeland Security Act; nor has he ever stood up on the floor and caused any kind of controversy or debate--hell no, these days he's too busy running for president and saying now, that it's too late, he's sorry he voted for the War in Iraq--proud he voted for the Afghani annihilation all because of an oil pipeline that runs from the oil and gas-rich Caspian Sea, onto which IRAN borders, by the way, to the heavy buyers in Europe (remember Unka Dick is heavily invested in gas--he's from Wyoming, don't forget--he's a Texan, but he ran out of Wyoming to get elected to the House--and Wyoming's main source of income is from its vast coal fields and gas wells in eastern Wyoming--check out the Powder River Basin area in your Wikipedia). It's all for oil and gas--ENERGY--it's all about energy. Staying alive is about energy. You've gotta have ENERGY to keep on struggling with this unfair Capitalist system we are forced to live under.

I'm listening to Zev Confrey's lovely African Suite written in 1924. It's soothingly American--it is very folksy and peaceful like the American landscapes are.


thegrowlingwolf
as an afterthought for The Daily Growler