Monday, May 31, 2010

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Living in New York City: Yelling Words

Foto by tgw, New York City, 2010
Old Yeller
I yell words. Yelled words. Yelled words being yelled. Yellow words to some perhaps. Yelled yellow words being continuously yelled. Yelling as if railing against something. Something coming. A change of life coming. Worse-than-death coming. I close my yelling eyes and yell back into my brain's eye. What can be worse than death? What's coming.

I write poetry on my off hours. When I'm not yelling words. If I were asked to read my poems, I wouldn't yell them out. I'd be more improvisational jazz in my reading of my own poetry.

A camel's squat...

That's a line of a poem I haven't written yet.

in boiled and boiling more sand...

Then the muse of Kipling sitting on my shoulder is whispering for me to abandoned this and go to that and finish it--except I don't call her the muse of Kipling though she is the same muse Kipling wrote about when he wrote about his inspirational muses. The same muse that tells me to yell about oppressions to all people no matter their skin color, race, religion, past history is the same muse that told Kipling Blacks (and I'm sure Kipling meant "woggies" (Indians, the real Indians) as a part of this burden, too) his British Empire was enslaving or paying slave wages to run their colonial plantations or to work as their constantly bowing and scraping servants were the White man's burden.

Poetry got me off onto Kipling. I never read Kipling. Not really. I did read his essay on the muses that sat on his shoulder and encouraged him to write. That's the Kipling I know so little about. I have read his poem "If," but that was because of Ernest Hemingway. Papa talking about the poem "If" that hung on the wall of his home growing up. This in a poem he is reading on an old Caedmon LP, reading his "Poem to Mary" he wrote while on a European battlefield in the midst of ducking a shelling of the hillside by the Germans, the hillside on which were encamped Patton's US Army forces who were advancing from the D-Day beaches of Normany through the countryside of that part of France on their way to Berlin.

Off on Kipling. I'm beginning to yell words again. At Kipling interrupting the NOW I was working on this post in.

How crazy am I? Not crazy at all. Like Henry Miller, I'm too sane to be crazy. Crazy people sometimes feel like dying rather than living. Not I. I love living. I love it in spite of the chemicals in the air of New York City. In spite of the paint fumes I smell coming from the building site one apartment away from my opened window with the fan sitting in it, NOW blowing a cooling fresh (fresh but still fetid) air in on me.

Yesterday, New York City was as hot as the holiest levels of Hell. The temperature got to 93.

I moved into Midtown Manhattan from New Jersey with my wife in March of 1970. It took me a month to adjust to living in this town. A month I spent trying to find myself by going out to Aqueduct Race Track and blowing money--or going to Yonkers Raceway and really dropping money on the standardbreds, the trotters. Trotting races being amazing to me in that these horses have to keep up a steady trot as fast as they can go for a mile--breaking into a run disqualifies them. Harness racing it's also called. Amazing. Jockeys riding in little carts called sulkies behind these tall horses. And I used to love going on a Walthers bus from Midtown Manhattan out to Yonkers Raceway on the border between the Bronx and Westchester County. Talking horse racing all the way out there with the horse bettors on the bus. Little Jewish guys. Always a couple of orthodox guys in their black outfits, probably rabbis among them. Little liver-spot foreheaded Chinese guys all busy jabbering amongst themselves going over the horses. "I'm gonna parlay these three horses in the perfecta, my man, what'd'ya think?" I asked a guy named Manny. "No, no, no, kid," Manny replies seriously, "not that 6 horse. Those outside horses seldom win. That 6 horse will come in last." And I would be defiant and bet my three horses in spite of Manny's warning and sure enough, the 6 horse did come in dead last and then Manny's advice hit me and then I learned to always pick winners from the first 4 horses--long shots from the outside horses if you so dare--though even doing this I still lost.

And then after a month of adjusting to living in Midtown Manhattan, my wife, already successfully employed, pleaded with me to start bringing in some bucks. To start looking for a job. And I started going to employment agencies. I started in May of '70, traispsing around Manhattan following leads from the employment agencies. With my background being in social work, of course these agencies began sending me to jobs of the social work nature.

It was a day in mid-May when an agency called me and said they had set up an appointment for me with the City's Youth Council Bureau, downtown in the City Hall area. I left our air-conditioned apartment and stepped out into street. In those days I had gotten used to NYC being the windiest place I'd ever lived. Ironic as hell since I grew up on the plains of West Texas where the winds blow stormy for weeks on end, though unlike New York City winds, they eventually subside and sometimes you can go months and months in West Texas in a still, drifting like, hot-as-Hell stretch of months. Dog days where humans pant like dogs to cool down inside as they gulp at nonexistent cooling air.

On this day in May of 1970, not only was it as usual windy--the winds whipping like bullwhips being lashed around the hi-rise buildings that walled in my neighborhood--but it was also noticeably and eventually shockingly as HOT as the lower parts of Hades. Yes. And this is ironic again: it is hot as the holiest parts of Hell on those West Texas plains, too...plenty of 99 and 100 degree days; yet, on this spring day in May 1970 in Midtown Manhattan, walking over to the BMT Subway station, I suddenly felt hotter than ever I remembered feeling hot in Texas. Yes, the heat that hit my face solid like a pie-in-the-face was breath-grabbing hot. A boiling-water-type steamy heat. Not the dry heat of West Texas. But they did have this kind of heat in Texas, down around Houston, in the below-sea-level swamp areas. This sultry heat.

By the time I got down to the City Hall area, I wide-eyedly noticed on a bank building's combo clock and temperature LED sign the time was 2 pm and the temperature was 93. It was never 93 in May in Texas. If I'd'a wanted to fry in Hell I'd'a stayed in Texas. I came to New York City to be cool.

When I got to my interview, it was even hotter than the lower depths of Hell in the Youth Council Bureau offices. They had no air-conditioning. They had all the windows opened. Several of the men, I saw no women, were sitting in their guinea teeshirts and fanning themselves with fans like you get at funeral homes on hot days. I was shown to the head honcho's office where the interview was to take place. I didn't think it possible but this guy's office was 10 times hotter than the reception and work area had been. And this guy was a creepy little hunched-back looking dude, wearing a suit and tie...and, and it didn't take long to notice, smelling like a wet mutt caught in his master's steam room or sauna. Stink. Jesus this son of a bitch stunk.

It was so hot, all these guys were telling me this was the hottest May they ever remembered--and they were all native New York Citians, too--the guy I would be working with was born and raised in Brooklyn. I met this man after Brother Smelly said it was too hot to continue interviewing me--so he took a look at my resume and he hired me without further adieu and then he took me over to meet this Brooklyn guy with whom I would be working. In fact, it was this guy's old neighborhood we'd be working together in as field officers. This guy swearing he'd never in his life-long days seen it this hot in May in New York City. It took me only a few seconds to notice this guy stunk to high heaven, too.

As I was deciding no way in hell I was gonna take this job, the head honcho came out of his office and said that Mayor Lindsay's office had closed down city offices for the day because of the heat. "Get the hell out of here!" he said as he waddled out the door, his briefcase in hand. Suddenly, I was alone in the office with this Brooklyn guy who was putting on his suit coat and hat and packing to leave. "Hey, man, we're splittin' this joint. You stayin'?" "Hell no," I said, coming out of my amazement at this whole affair and flying out the place with my new Brooklyn Field Office partner that I was damn certain in my head by the time we hit the street I was never going to see again.

Yesterday, May 26, here in NYC, the temperature hit 92 at one point. It hit that at round 2 pm, the same time I was in that Youth Council Bureau office back 40 years ago--1970 to today--HOLY MOLEY ROUNDER--this man-invented time is out of control. I say we slow down and go on earth time, sidereal time. Shortly after 2, it must have been at least 110 in my apartment. I have a huge bay window that opens on the south end of Manhattan Island. Yesterday at 2 pm the sun heading for the summer solstice was even with that window for several afternoon hours, shining directly into that magnifying window glass--in a matter of minutes I could have fried eggs on that window's sill.

Yelling words. Words attracting other words. Reminding themselves of their twins, their synonymic siblings, or their antonymic siblings, their bastard siblings. Bulldozing away twittered words. "WHO CARES?" is my twittered message. What's the fun of text messaging? Those are words. Those are not the words I yell and yet they are the words some people yell. Text Message novels now being written in text words, words that aren't words except they are words as words are symbols and text-messaging is semiotic as Hell....

Today it is nice. It is only going to hit a high of 72 today. That's a high I can revel in. Why, I can write all day long in a blitz in 72-degree weather. It's dropping off later to a low of 48! Did you hear me? From 93 yesterday to 48 tonight.

Words. Prolix. I always liked that word. My yelling these words I yell is prolix! I am prolixisized. Neologicized. And now I'm yelling words I'm inventing, though just inventing new forms of these already old new words. I've suffix-i-cated them and they are yelling for air.

for The Daily Growler


A New York City Poem:


by Maxwell Bodenheim

With sardonic futility
The multi-coloured crowd,
Hurried by fervent sensuality,
Flees from something carried on its back.
Endlessly subdued, a sound
Pours up from the crowd,
Like some one ever gasping for breath
to utter releasing words.
Through the artificial valley
Made by gaudy evasions,
The stifled crowd files up and down,
Stabbing thought with rapid noises.
Women strutting dulcetly,
Embroider their unappeased hungers,
And men stumble toward a flitting opiate.
Sometimes a moment breaks apart
And one can hear the knuckles
Of children rapping on towering doors:
Rapping on the highway
Where civilization parades
Its frozen amiabilities!


Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Living in New York City: Checkin' Out the Yahoos

Foto by tgw, New York City, 2010
"I'm Surrounded by Yahoos"
I'm ruled by Yahoos. The King of the Yahoos here in New York "Turning-Into-Yahoo-City" City, our brilliant, blessed, billionaire Mayor Mike "Because I'm Rich I Know What's Good For the Poor" Bloomberg. Mr. Privatize. A Democrat one year. A Republican one year. An Independent suddenly. Now back to furthering Republicanism. Capitalism is Holy to guys like Mike. It is sacred. It is the true Word of their Living God: Moolah! Money. "BECAUSE I'M RICH I'M WISE." PRIVATIZE!!! Privatize the public sectors. Privatize the public. Turn the public into addicted consumers. And, yes, Yahoos are loyal consumers. Even when they don't have a pot to piss in they consume. They faithfully go into debt in order to keep consuming at record paces. Record debt. But DEBT is sacred under the Word of the Capitalist God. Debt means you've promised to sell your soul to a too-big-to-fail bank. Banks control most of the credit cards, too; so if you owe big bucks on your Visa card, you are in debt to some too-big-to-fail bank. A bank whose vile deeds and evil shenanigans are supported ignorantly rampant by the US Yahoo majority! The Yahoo Republicans are currently blocking any bill proposed that would reregulate the financial industry. Put it under severe limitations. Why are the Republicans blocking this? Because the Power Elite of the Republican Party make their campaign contribution livings from the same big-money crowd the Democratic Party make their campaign contribution livings from. As Ralph Nadir has always said, there is no difference in our political parties. The Democrats are scared to death of Republicans because traditionally Republicans control the nations wealth. The only power the Democrats had was they somehow got the reputation under Franklin D. Roosevelt (another Power Elite rich fop) of being the party of We the People. They somehow got the reputation of being the party of change. The party of the LEFT.

Billionaires (and/or millionaires) have traditionally been Bush-like Republicans. Or, put it this way, the Republican Party has been in the hands of the wealthiest Americans (bankers, Wall Street firms, insurance companies, industrialists, excessively rich men) since their revolution from being the party of We the People (Honest Abe Lincoln was a Republican--his Republican Party was a Unionist party--"United we stand; divided we fall") to being the party of those of our richest men and our most profitable industries those who are too big to fail. It was transformed from the party of the Union to the party of the corporations who back in the late XIXth Century were made "citizens of the USA" same as you and me by the then truly dunderheaded legal Yahoos of the then Supreme Court. The Supreme Court that backed the barbaric Jim Crow laws of the White South, the original States Rights states; the same Supreme Court that said poll taxes were all-American--and that if an American was black, he was too damn dumb and lazy to vote--therefore, the States are Right in denying Blacks the States Rights to vote--and voting is still under control of the individual states (that's how Jeb Bush stole the election of 2000 for his dumbass brother, G.W.). Under States Rights, Rand Paul is right in reasoning that if a White man wants to keep a Black man out of his restaurant, hey, that's his private property and by God, that White man has a right to say who or who can't come on his property, whether to eat or perhaps try and use one of his private White-only restrooms [this would certainly be a Libertarian way of thinking; it's the same a legalizing marijuana is to these guys]. Remember Lester Maddox and his axe handle he carried around his chicken restaurant with which he said he was going to enforce his Georgia-States-Rights that gave him the God-blessed right to deny service in his fried chicken joint to any son of a bitch he pleased, be he Northern White, all Blacks, all Latinos (especially Mexicans), all Injuns, whether Chiefs or squaws, or any handicapped person (like Gays and Lesbians). Lester Maddox, by the way, was a Democrat. So was George Wallace a Democrat. As I've said over and over, among most of the Deep South Republicans now in Congress at one time either themselves or certainly their families were Democrats. Ironically, and this is a nation filled with ironies--it's a very hypocritical nation, it was a Southern Democrat, Lyndon Johnson, who signed the Civil Rights Act into law and who started the Job Corps and who warred not on Muslim terrorists but on poverty--though the Georgia-based military industrial complex finally overwhelmed Lyndon and through their back-room shenanigans, death threats, whatever, we'll never know, forced Lyndon to demolish his War on Poverty in favor of the staged and lied (Gulf of Tonkin incident) into existence Vietnam War.

To be in debt big time is pure Yahoo. Being a consumer is Yahoo. Wearing polyester is Yahoo. Buying things at a Disney Store or a Warner Bros. Store is very Yahoo. Shopping at Yahoo-founded-and-owned Wal-Mart stores is very chic Yahoo. Wearing the stuff you buy at a Disney Store is double Yahoo. Spending 75 million dollars in one week going to a Shrek movie is triple Yahoo. Yahoos would give Shrek, the cartoon character, an Academy Award for his acting. Yahoos are unable to tell the difference between a cartoon character and a real person. Thus, Yahoos are totally mesmerized by celebrities of all kinds. It is Yahoos who buy Dan Brown's utterly insane Christian-disappearance novels. [Hey, Dan, why not in the spirit of that great Christian theologian, Jim Jones, write one of your Christian-disappearance novels in which Jesus reincarnated in the body of a Jim Jones-like character tells all Christians if they are truly Christians to partake of the Holy Kool Aid and get the fuck off this beautiful and heavenly-to-me planet.]

Only when Yahoos begin to feel the bootheel of oppression on the backs of their necks do they revolt! Look how long it took the rebel intellectuals to figure out how to rouse the peasants of Russia to finally rise up and overthrow the Czarist rule and oppression. As Ortega y Gasset said, the revolutionaries aren't wanting to change the preexisting system. Instead, they are wanting a whole new system. A whole new set of rules to play by. That's what CHANGE means to people trying to live on pocket change in a folding-money world. The change they want is not more of the same reregulated or refinanced bullshit. They want a break from the same ole same ole. Even the teabaggers are right in their accusing our government of being too big to work--so big it's sure to fail. Of course, I'm so radically minded at the moment, I'm for two separate countries in this one country--a North United States and a South United States. Of course the South United States would include West Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and Southern California, too. It would also include Idaho, the Dakotas, Northern Michigan, and probably Kansas, Missouri, and Indiana.

One problem the commercial culture has created in Yahoo minds: they faithfully with God-like devotion believe every huckster coming up and down the pike if he sort of guarantees them a straight and easy-as-pie-in-the-sky path to an unguarded pot of gold. If some fakir tells them in dulcet tones that following and worshiping his scam will MAKE THEM RICH they will fall sucker to it. Especially now since they see how easy it is for Yahoos to become overnight billionaires making billions of dollars off whims, trends, and mystically big-bucks-directing softwares these days. As one teevee ad tells Yahoos, "Why all you dumbass gullible (Gulliver?) Yahoos have to do to get rich is invent something--like a new kind of claw hammer, a new type of clothespin--or how about a new style diaper for adults with bladder-control problems."

Or go-getter-type Yahoos highly worship and respect that little dinky squeaky prick of a guy whose infomercials that run 24/7 on the cheap channels tell wide-eyed Yahoos if they pay him big bucks for his get-rich-quick-foreclosure-real-estate-no-down-payment-buying scheme, why, shucks, just like Jack and Helen Mudflap of Seven Slugs, California, or Prince and Patty Ugmug of Fool's Flats, New York, they'll be within a week or two buying up all these fantastic foreclosure bargains one day and reselling the next day for big-buck profits--and for no out-of-pocket money on their part.

Or there's Kevin Trudeau, the baby-face huckster who is so sincere he's a plastic kewpie doll he's so sweet. Kevin, who started off teaching people how to memorize a roomful of people's names, is now selling you a chance to join (at a 70% discount) something Kevin calls The Brotherhood. These several DVDs old Kevin's slickster creative services department put together came about after good old Kevin sponsored a special secret conference of his own based on what he had learned in this Brotherhood held in the Tyrolean Alps where he swore people (the world's big shots we assume) paid him $10,000 a piece to have him teach them this sure way to success he learned while he was a paying member of this secret out-in-the-woods-somewhere Brotherhood. This $10,000 conference teaches the Yahoo suckers who fall for this shit how to become invincible with self-confidence enough to take on whatever venture they get in their minds to succeed at--and, damn, within a few weeks, all these big wigs who attended Kevin's Alpine conference were rolling in 10 times the $10,000 the conference had set them back--and not long after that, they start arriving at the marina in Monte Carlo on their brand new custom-designed and -built private yachts. And there's Kevin sweetly suckering you into this hush-hush secret bullshit he's peddling that you, special viewer, are going to be able to buy at a 70% discount. Now since Kevin never gives us an original retail selling price to discount 70% from, we again must be assumptive and assume the 70% comes off the original cost of Kevin's Alpine conference--which means 70% off $10,000, which means Kevin's gonna bill your dumb ass $3,000 on your credit card if you fall for this invented scheme of his--plus shipping and handling and a Swiss luxury tax.

Yep, if you wanna get rich quick, then come up with your own get-rich-quick scheme. No-down-payment real estate schemes must work. I remember the golden days of that scam--remember Ed Beckley the Iowa schoolteacher and his no-down-payment-real-estate scam? Ed eventually went bankrupt, but in the meantime, he was driving a god-damn Bentley around Des Moines, Iowa, and eating corn-fed Omaha steaks by the plattersful--a very impressive lifestyle bankrupt or not to his corn-fed Iowa neighbors who are all mostly going bankrupt, too.

From ZeroMillions:

Ed Beckley was another real estate shark who hawked a course called Ed Beckley’s Home Study Course of No Down Payment Real Estate. However, Ed Beckley would give sharks a bad name.

His seminars were misleading from the get go. Home Business Technologies, Inc., which was Ed Beckley’s business didn’t sound like a real estate sermon, but it was. The advice of Ed Beckley’s presenters led me to believe that my financial ruin was their primary concern. I certainly didn’t learn anything about technology.

Do not touch anything with Ed Beckley’s name on it.

I watch television, not because I find it elevating but because I find it so controlling over the beliefs of the ignorant. It blatantly promotes consumerism and thereby it promotes DEBT. It also promotes the Yahoo belief that because the RICH are RICH they are our wisest people and therefore should be our rulers, our privileged class, our upperclass, our consultants, our spiritual leaders, our moral leaders, our ROYALTY! We shouldn't bother them with laws and regulations and law suits and malpractice suits and charges of fraud or lying or stealing or being deceitful. They are our ELITE. These are the heroes Yahoos strive to emulate.

Television tells me, and I've lived in New York City 41 years, i.e, most of my life, that the greatest New Yorkers ever currently are Rudi Guiliani, Donald Trump, Joan Rivers, His Highass Mayor Mike Bloomberg, Bernard Keric, Police Commissioner Ray Kelly, John Gotti, John Gotti, Jr., and John Gotti's daughter--and I fall to the floor of my one-room apartment that because of our Yahoo-deluxe mayor and his raising-the-tax-base scheme I pay way too much rent for--an oppression by the rich on me right there--and face down, Muslim-at-prayer-like, I wail against the oppressions being piled atop my revolutionary ass! Like those early great American White colonists used to put stones, heavier and heavier with each stone, on the chests until they suffocated of the many female witches they began with the help of God himself uncovering back in the wild 17th Century--or, ah what justice, if they survived say a two-ton block of New England granite on their chests--you know, didn't suffocate, didn't die--that would be divine proof they weren't witches! This barbarous practice is proudly dutifully noted in the White history of the USA. It happened, of course, in the township of Salem in the very fundamental Christian colony these folks named the Great Bay Colony of Massachusetts. (Wasn't it even more humble of these early White Christian Americans to name their colony after the savages they had to wipe out in order to fulfill the orders from their Lord and Master Jehovah (it can be translated into meaning "Allah"--"the one and only God")? Those divine orders that commanded these kicked-out-of-Anglican-England Christian Pilgrims to, by God, by hook, crook, or genocide establish a Righteous Ten-Commandment-Obeying Christian colony in this Land of the Savage Red Man, that lesser-than-man beast made in the image of his Red God, Old Ned Satan himself, a Red Man, too, in most Christian artistic depictions of His Hadean Holiness, certainly a sensible depiction since the evilest dude on earth's headquarters is in the pits of holy burning Hell, known as the Lake of Fire to Christians like those early White patriots in our Great State of Massachusetts, the state in which my billionaire, more-pious-than-thou-'cause-I'm-one-rich-motherfucker, mall-mad mayor was born. How's that for a sentence?)

To Yahoos, yes, Rudi, Bernie Keric, the Gotti Family, Donald Trump, Joan Rivers, Ray Kelly, the NYPD, our billionaire mayor are New York City makers and breakers, while to me, these phony two-faced bastards are New York City's worst enemies. To me, as a revolutionary, these rich fools (yes, they're Yahoos--and to me the Queen of England is a Yahoo--to me the Kennedys and the Rockefellers are all Yahoos) have to go--they have to disappear.

For instance, look about this great old true Metropolis (know what it means?) at how many old thriving neighborhoods Donald Trump has disrupted and eventually destroyed by building hi-rise luxury condos and hi-rise luxury hotels in them. Housing and tourist quarters only Trump's rich-as-sin patrons, mortgage holders, hedge-fund investors, his celebrity pals like P Diddly Diddle and his illegitimate children can afford. So these rich fuckers can come to Manhattan and keep their slovenly but leisure-class lifestyles up while paying millions of dollars a month in some cases for the privilege of having the ultra-wide-angle views and privilege of living on the top floors of New York City--away, safe up in the clouds above the riff-raff! "The riff raff will never be able to gain access to our high floors!" "No, not unless they hijack a couple of airliners and fly those motherfuckers into your high floors one morning while you're indulging in your champagne breakfast," I reply in my raucous revolutionary loud voice.

On television, too, Yahoos are made aware of what are ruled by those who fake us out of our money as Yahoo status symbols--like overpriced automobiles. I love, since the US has pretty much given its automobile industry away, how foreign-made automobiles are suddenly discovering the Yahoo as a sucker for a chance to own an automobile he can afford to buy on time payments--go into debt for. For instance, there is a foreign-made automobile company that has purposely targeted the US Yahoo automobile market by commercially announcing that they are patriotically proudly saying they are now making their foreign-made automobiles in West Point, Georgia. No, that's not the Asian Republic of Georgia but the US State of Gawjuh down thar in the South end of the Good Ole USA. Yassuh, boss, the State of Gawjuh of Uncle Remus and Lester Maddox and Jimmy Cah-ter and Billy Cah-ter and Newtie Gingrich and the Olympics where the WHITE terrorist tried to blow up American citizens--did our crack FBI or CIA ever find out who really did set that bomb off?--I remember how it wasn't the guy they arrested and tortured for it. Gawjuh is also going to be the home or our next new nuclear power plant--yes, that's the Georgia where this foreign-made car is now building a billion-dollar plant. And the foreign-made automobile that's going to be "built" (read: assembled) in this huge new plant in West Point, Georgia? Why it's the Kia! The Kia! The Kia? Who the hell makes these Kias? Why, think a minute, Kias were originally Korean cardboard cars. At one time voted the most unsafe cars on any country's highways. Now these little Matchbox toy cars are going to be "made" (again read: assembled) in West Point, Georgia, out of parts made in China, Japan, or Korea and shipped to this country tariff free. Tariff free thanks to We the People's many free trade agreements. Remember, it was the old still-Yahoo-adored Patriotic (he gave us the Patriot Act) Bill Clinton (a draft dodger, by the way), a Yahoo, who gave us those wonderful economy-wrecking free-trade agreements and GATT and the WTO. Remember the Slick One saying NAFTA would create 300,000 new jobs in this country alone?--and oh how it would benefit our dear friends the Mexicans, whose banking system and money situation Uncle Billy Jeff and the US government controlled through the finagling of his Goldman-Sachs money advisers, the brilliant Yahoo economist (kin to Paul Samuelson) Larry Summers and the brilliant Yahoo pirate Robert Rubin (still alive and well at Goldman-Sachs--Robert got a 300-million-dollar bonus last year--tax free, by the way, due to the rich boy and girl loopholes in our full-of-holes-for-the-rich tax laws). Dig this, Yahoos, here's where the name Kia comes from (Kia, by the way, went bankrupt in 1997--they were bailed out by Hyundai, another Korean car builder, who outbid Ford for them--check out Ford's new Encore; it looks just like a Kia Soul (read: Seoul)):

According to Kia Motors, the name "Kia" derives from the Sino-Korean words ki ("to come out") and a (which stands for Asia), it is roughly translated as "arise or come up out of Asia" or "rising out of Asia"

Sort of reminds me of the "Rising Sun" icon of the Imperial Japanese. Well, then, it should since the Japanese ruled the Koreans with a rather ruthless iron hand for many pre-WWII years. Kia Motors started out making bicycle parts--which is why Kia's television commercial about this Georgia plant starts out with a little Gawjuh White boy dressed as though he were Opie of Mayberry riding up to this new Kia plant on a 50s-era bicycle.
The 2010 KIA "Soul" (for Seoul, I think, and not what Ray Charles sang). Wow, look what's rising out of Asia!

So you see television if you watch it empirically reveals so much truth to you--LIES are built out of truths, aren't they? "For the ultimate in design...." The KIA commercials say. Does that car above look like the ultimate in design? "Safety first." You know they're really saying: "You are warned, these little cardboard cars are about the most unsafe little crackerboxes you could force yourself into and then drive out onto the killing floor of a major US highway." Sure, they're cute little cars to bicycle around Seoul, South Korea (Do Yahoos know why it's called South Korea?) in, but I wouldn't want to drive one say in Miami or how about on the Santa Monica Freeway--or on the New Jersey Turnpike--or down the Taconic Parkway!
Can I say Obama is looking more and more like a Yahoo every day and not be thrown in the dirty clothes hamper with the Teabaggers? Like Obama continues to kowtow to the right-wing (minority) elements in this country. He continues to try and compromise his way to some middle of the road he has in his head, which to me is the middle of the far right road and bears not even a distant resemblance to the employment-opportunity road of Change, "Yes We Can," he promised he would steer us down should we grass-roots types put him in the White Man's House. Plus, I recently heard a doomsayer on Amy Goodman's Democracy Now report that Obama was seriously considering reducing future Social Security payments--not on the worthless old folks who are currently on it, but cutting the payments on those just now coming on. He swore when he was running for the presidency--in amongst his promises to back a single-payor universal healthcare and to close down Guantanamo...and to bring our troops totally out of Iraq within 3 months after he took office.

Just yesterday, Obama, the son of a bitch, caved in to the Arizona nutjob Whites and ordered 3,000 more National Guardsmen to the border to protect us from the Mexican drug cartels--those who get most of their money, trade, and weapons from the USA (we are the largest gun dealers in the world). He says he's opposed to Arizona's new White folks law that allows White folks to spot a sorry, sleazy Wetback Mexican and turn him or her (doesn't matter if it's a pregnant mother with 3 children born in the US) in to the White police where they turn them over to ICE, that decent and good-natured illegal immigrant collecting agency who take great patriotic pleasure in locking up a family of sleazy, scumbag, lazy Mexican Wetbacks for months without representation, maybe beatin' 'em some with nightsticks or playing loud White rock music in their cells all night long--and then get the patriotic pleasure of deporting their worthless asses back to Mexico where they fucking came from, the dirty bastards. How dare they take jobs away from White Patriotic Americans like John McCain. And oh what a gracious kind man John McCain is. He welcomed Obama sending some poor old tired worn-out National Guardsmen to our border--along with a cool 300 million, too, or did I forget to add that? But Honest John the Shot-Down Flyboy added, that what Obama was sending wasn't enough. He wants 3,000 more National Guardsmen and more than 300 million bucks; more like 500 million. "Hey, my Arizona White compadres why don't we use that great German Christian Adolph Hitler's way of riding a state of unwanted human beings! Start building those ovens, John McCain. You and Sarah Palin can fire them up and barbecue the first load of filthy, unwashed, Catholic Messkins--those defiant little bastards who are sneaking across our fenced-in border and stealing jobs from us, stealing chickens from out of our hen houses, drooling in lust over our White women, etc. I thought that billion-dollar fence and that billion-dollar spy-camera contract with Boeing was gonna be enough to stop these unwashed pests from flocking into this country. Obama did proudly announce during his campaign that he was for continuing to build this fence that G.W. Bush's highly intelligent Yahoo consultants came up with. How ironic is it that it was Ronald Raygun Reagan, our Alzheimer's poster boy president, who is given archangelic praise as the man who told Gorbachev to "tear down that wall." Remember when Ross Perot ran for president one of his solutions to racial problems was to build fences around their neighborhoods! I mean, come on, Yahoos, Ross Perot was once the richest man in the world, so he must have been right all along. YAHOO!

Let me stop here and define a Yahoo:

Swift describes the Yahoos as vile and savage creatures, filthy and with unpleasant habits, resembling human beings far too closely for the liking of protagonist Lemuel Gulliver, who finds the calm and rational society of intelligent horses, the Houyhnhnms, far preferable. The Yahoos are primitive creatures obsessed with "pretty stones" they find by digging in mud, thus representing the distasteful materialism and ignorant elitism Swift encountered in Britain. Hence the term "Yahoo" has become synonymous with "cretin," "dinosaur," and/or "Neanderthal."

It is doubtful that there is any connection with any Hebrew roots as it has been proposed by some. The negative use of the Hebrew name Jehu is due to the actions of this ancient king and never in reference to the original meaning of the name.

This is from "Yahoos" in Wikipedia. That last part is interesting. Yehudi. I first heard "Yehudi" used in a Three Stooges short. Moe is a doctor and Larry and Curly are his assistants. After a series of schticks involving Moe asking for various surgical instruments--one I recall was an "Annapannapoonatang" (I'm sure Moe wasn't deviously working the word "poon tang" into that reference...or was he?)--suddenly Moe removes the troubling organ with a cry of "Yehudi!" As a kid for weeks after that I went about saying, "Yehudi!" every time I accomplished a task. Then I got into classical music and was introduced to Yehudi Menuhin and then I was confused. So, did Jonathan Swift mean Yahoo as a parody on the Hebrew proper name? Was Jonathan Swift an antiSemite? Wikipedia seems to clear Swift of such charges.

For what I consider the ultimate of trying to discover from whence Swift got the name Yahoo for so despicable of human-like beings, here's a site that will knock your socks off in terms of one man having the free time to do such literary research, though I can surely believe Swift may have known a dabbling of Sanskrit.

Ah, what would we do without linquists?

thegrowlingwolf (wanting to escape)
for The Daily Growler

Sunday, May 23, 2010

The Daily Growler Turned Over to Mr. Met

Foto by mr.met, Old Shea Stadium, Queens, New York (year not remembered)
Mr. Met, Today's Guest The Daily Growler Host
Hey, dudes, dudettes. Que paso? First they fired me. Now these Daily Growler dudes have given me a second chance. GO MET'S. And hootchie coo, my Mets beat the boogers out of the New York Yankees yesterday! Yahoo! Let's Go Mets! My White buddy Jason Bay had a great day. Go Jason Bay!!! And how 'bout that young Henry Mejia! Yeah, mis beisbollocks mestizos! You see, senores y senoras putas, Alex Cora is teaching me Espignol. Like kingchuckabooboo. I don't know what that means. It rolls nicely, however, off my little red-stitched tongue. Let's Go Mets! I don't have much more to say except the Yankees suck! The Phillies suck! The Dodgers suck! Willie Randolph sucks! Jerry Manuel, mi spickamigo, is the man. Go Mets! All the way today. Hey, boys and girls, the game's startin'. I gotta go load my teeshirt gun! HOO BOY, Let's Go Mets, Let's Go Mets. Hey, the Yankees are so stupid, they don't even have a mascot. Oh no, here comes some of those White boy Mets to give me a wedgie! Get away from me, you White assholes!

for The Daily Growler

[Mr. Ed: We here at the Growler apologize for Mr. Mets's salty language at the end of his post.]

A Brief Q & A Session With Our Guest Host
Q: Hey, Mr. Met, you dink, how come your Latino ballclub's in the fucking basement?

A: Up yours, Yankee fan. It's the White boys who are lettin' the Mets down this year. Let's Go Mets!

Q: Mr. Met, is Jose Reyes going to hit over .100 this year?

A: Up yours, Philly fan. Hey, the Boston Red Sox just beat your Phillie asses--almost a no-hitter. Kiss my little leather made-in-commie-China ass.

Q: 50 bucks says the Mets will end up in the basement. God, how embarrassing, to be behind the Washington Nationals, a joke team.

A: Up yours, Atlanta fan. Bend over, I'll shoot a Mets teeshirt up your ass.

[Mr. Ed: Such language, Mr. Met. The management may just fire you again.]

Saturday, May 22, 2010


Foto by tgw, Coney Island, 2010
The Following Is Reprinted From a May 2007 Post

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

The Dogs of the Middle East & Hillary on Wal-Mart Board

Palestine: Once the Name of the Holy Land; Palestinians: Now the Dogs of the Middle-East...Everybody, Jew, Arab, Muslim, Islamic Jihad, hate the Palestinians
Yet, at one time, before 1948, Palestine was a very mixed country--32% Jewish!

In 1920, the League of Nations' Interim Report on the Civil Administration of Palestine stated that there were 700,000 people living in Palestine:

Of these 235,000 live in the larger towns, 465,000 in the smaller towns and villages. Four-fifths of the whole population are Muslims. A small proportion of these are Bedouin Arabs; the remainder, although they speak Arabic and are termed Arabs, are largely of mixed race. Some 77,000 of the population are Christians, in large majority belonging to the Orthodox Church, and speaking Arabic. The minority are members of the Latin or of the Uniate Greek Catholic Church, or--a small number--are Protestants. The Jewish element of the population numbers 76,000. Almost all have entered Palestine during the last 40 years. Prior to 1850 there were in the country only a handful of Jews. In the following 30 years a few hundreds came to Palestine. Most of them were animated by religious motives; they came to pray and to die in the Holy Land, and to be buried in its soil. After the persecutions in Russia forty years ago, the movement of the Jews to Palestine assumed larger proportions.[78]

By 1948, the population had risen to 1,900,000, of whom 68% were Arabs, and 32% were Jews (UNSCOP report, including bedouin).

That some Palestinian refugees in Lebanon as I type this are getting bombed back to the Stone Age by the Lebanese Army (from where do they get their military support?) because a group of Islam Brotherhood dudes robbed a Lebanese bank and then ran back to the Palestinian refugee camp in Northern Lebanon where they were hiding out and shooting back at the Lebanese troops. The Lebanese are saying these dudes are well-armed (they have rocket and missile launchers--HOW THE HELL DID THEY GET SUCH WEAPONS INTO A PALESTINIAN REFUGEE CAMP? Don't they check all the trucks that go into the camp? Wouldn't it be easy to spot weapons and shit and the tons of ammunition you need to power these weapons--including missiles capable of hitting Tripoli twelve miles away from this camp?). The Lebanese are also saying these dudes are al-Queda sneaked into the Palestinian refugee camp by the filthy dirty dog Syrians. So far I heard, and I heard a report right from the front on Amy Goodman's morning radio show today--from right outside that camp, this dude say the Lebanon police were saying these dudes were Jordanians, Saudis, even some Iraqis, and even, they say, one Afghani.

Wait a minute, I'm growling, growling low, too, as if I'm being handed a wolf ticket--wait a god-damn minute, don't we send "terrerists" on these secret CIA torture flights to Syria to be tortured? Since I believe al-Queda is an invention of the CIA--and if it does exist it exists with the CIA's permission and I believe Osama is a CIA agent, why couldn't these dudes be CIA-created agents on a mission to help Israel rid the world of these Arab dogs--who at one time--1948--were 32% Jewish. So why couldn't these terrerists we take to Syria to be tortured, why couldn't those dudes be turned into say Manchurian Candidate-type agents--I know, I'm growling Star Trek logic now--conspiracy logic--but, hell, man, where are these sudden revivalist al-Queda gangs coming from? I thought we'd pretty much gotten rid of all of al-Queda's hierarchy, except Osama, of course--there was a recent car bomb explosion in Pakistan--nobody seemed to find it curious--it was barely reported at all in the American press or teevee--controlled by large corporations making big war bucks off all of this intrigue and deceit and spy crap and undercover crap and torture and dungeon detentions for life, approved even by a dude like nutjob John McCain who had to endure Holy Hell torture in North Vietnam during that unnecessary war imposed on us by the OIL barons, the Rockefellers especially who were convinced because of reports of untapped oil pools under the Indo-China reef, a huge reef shelf that runs all around Indo-China and especially Vietnam from Nelson's geologist son, Michael, who was later eaten by cannibals in Papua New Guinea where he was also searching for oil and YES, VIRGINIA, there is OIL in Papua New Guinea and in Indonesia and god who knows how much oil is under Antarctica once we melt that big pile of junk ice--they'll melt it gradually and sell it off to the drying up areas of the world like Saharan Africa, the Rain Forests of Brazil, the deserts of Central Asia and Mongolia, and the drying up certainly of the Middle-East--hell, the drying up of Southern California, as far as that goes.

What a screwed up world.

Plus I read something today that is alarming--about a certain search engine and the power it has over those of us who use it regularly. I'm alarmed that it has stored information on every site we enter and how long we spend on these sites no matter what they are, etc. This search global corporation now has enough information collected on us individually that in case we have entered a site that later proves to be a "criminal" site and we have done business on that site we could be subject to being subpoenaed--that don't sit right with me. This Internet is getting like the streets of Baghdad these days--you never know when you make a wrong turn and end up in a questionable part of town being asked for "your papers"!

How did the smart Jews know when to bail out of Germany? Aren't the same clues currently present in this country?

Dammit, I just can't take life seriously anymore though now's when I certainly should....

It's a cartoon world, folks, but, it ain't a funny cartoon world anymore--nope, it's not the Loony Tunes or the Merry Melodies anymore--now the background music to this cartoon world is "USA, USA, Uber Alles!" Ach die lieber, Jack!

Hillary RodHAM Clinton was once on the board at Wal-Mart, the big hillbilly chain store whose headquarters are in the heartland of the Hillbilly World in Bentonville, Yeehaw, Arkansas. Hillary is a fraud. No wonder Slick Willie Jeff cheated on her. She's a cold-hearted woman. No good for man, woman, or beast.

I've always said I'd prefer Chelsea Clinton to Hillary. I'd vote for Chelsea. Like I used to like Amy Carter, I always dug Chelsea--so Chelsea Whatever Her Name Is Now for President; Amy Carter for Vice-President. While Slick Willie is constantly getting glittery praise from the Media poor old Jimmy Carter is currently getting the Media's furrowed brows and serious shaking of the head reporting; he's getting slammed for telling it like it is about this administration--Right on, Jimmy.

I can't see anything worthwhile with both Clintons--Bill gave us NAFTA and GAAT and he gave us Somalia, he got us involved in Bosnia and Serbia, and he shot missiles at Afghanistan--he hit a school and said it was Osama's training camp--destroyed (yeah sure!)--and Slick Willie kept alive the embargo of Iraq and he shot missiles into Baghdad without warning and the US Air Force was constantly flying over the country doing surveillance, bombing occasionally--remember the infrared jet-camera photos showing the missiles blowing away al-Queda encampments--OOPS, turns out they weren't encampments, one was a pharmaceutical laboratory--oh hell and one was an artists neighborhood--yeah, that was Slick Willie while he was commander and chief--and also Slick Willie was the imposer of the Patriot Act on our asses--he took away more rights from us, including habeas corpus, folks, than any other president before him--and that includes the absolutely crooked Tricky Dick "Would You Buy a Used Car From This Man?" Nixon and the absolutely senile Ronnie "The Alzheimer's President" Raygun. Slick Willie cost this country tons of jobs plus he promoted the communications bill that opened up our presses and broadcasting media to the highest bidders no matter their nation of obligation--like Rupert Murdoch the Australian--Slick Willie's the president who allowed one or two companies to own 100% of our nation's radio stations--Infinity here in NYC and Clear Channel (owned by a G.W. Bush asshole buddy) in San Antonio--Infinity becoming so big it turned CBS out of the red and into the black and then became even bigger and eventually teamed with Paramount to own the broadcasting world! Despicable, isn't it! I sound like Jerry Colona. Anybody remember Jerry Colona? "On the Road to Mandalay!"

Everyday I wake up wanting peace, quiet, and loving words and I get none of those--

for The Daily Growler
2010 Major League Baseball Scene for New York City
The New York Yankees
: as usual, since they won the World Series last year so easy and it vaunted Joe Gerardi into the catbird seat as for as MLB manager abilities go, have been reverting back to playing like they did when Brian Cashman and Hank Steinbrenner stuck Joe Torre with a bunch of minor-league pitchers he had no time to break in--like Jabo Chamberlain--who Joe warned them that making him a starting pitcher would ruin him--so as soon as Joe left, they made him a starting pitcher and now he's back as the man who comes in in relief right before Mariano Rivera comes in to close. As a starter he was off and on brilliant and awful. Pitching's the bain of any ball club. Big-time pitchers like C.C. Sabathia come to the Yankees and have great 1st years, then, same as they got hit when they were with other teams, the rest of the league starts figuring them out and soon they're right back in their old ruts, winning big in some games and losing big in others. If they're troopers they can get control of themselves, take advantage of the Yanks's awesome hitting power and become Hall of Famers--though if you check out Yankee history, they don't have many pitchers in the Hall of Fame--not like they have hitters.

Santana on the Mets is one of those kind of troopers. The Mets are notorious for buying pitchers supposedly at the top of their game and then they become Mets and that's it for them, i.e., Brett Saberhagen way back in Mets up and down history. And, Santana, that poor bastard! Like Oswalt has asked the worthless Astros to trade him, so will Santana be begging the Mets to trade him if they continue on what seems to be a certain disastrous season--they're in last place in their NL division--6 games back of the Phillies--not bad really. The Yankees are now, after getting swept by the Tampa Bay Righteous Rays, 6 games out in their AL division. Tampa Bay, the Yanks, and the Phillies in the NL are the hottest looking teams in baseball this year. After starting off slow, Joe Torre, in his final year of managing, has gotten the Dodgers up to being only 1 game out of first behind San Diego. Joe's still the best god-damn manager in the Majors. (As of Saturday night with a win over Detroit, the Dodgers are now in 1st Place.)

joesmaza, substituting for marvelousmarvbackbiter (was he recently fired!)
for The Daily Growler Sports Extra!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Living in New York City: thegrowlingwolf Lists Some Self-Evident Truths

Another Great Jazz Pianist Has Left Us--One of the Jones Boys--the Elder Hank Jones at 91Foto by tgw, "West Into the Sun," New York City, 2010
Truths That Should Be Self-Evident
1) We are desperate for OIL.

2) We are involved in two unwinable wars.

3) We are desperate for OIL...
---Think about how much OIL the US Government needs and uses every day
---It needs millions upon millions of barrels of oil, of gasoline, of jet fuel, of kerosine, of benzenes, of propanes, etc.
---To run its military vehicles, to oil its military weapons and run its Naval vessels and Air Force jets and even the President's jet and Hillbilly Hillary Clinton's jet
---To run its postal delivery vehicles, including its fleets of postal police cars
---To run its many limos
---To run its vast fleets of automobiles and trucks
---T0 power all the 150 military bases we have around the world
Think of all of the ENERGY we sacrifice to these "SACRED" WARS!!

4) We are reviving nuclear power plant construction as an alternative energy
---Mainly to run all of the nuclear Naval vessels in our nuclear-powered fleet; or for all our world-destroying nuclear weapon arsenal--the world's largest nuclear (mass-destructive weapons) in the whole round world--and the flat world, too
---Also to reroute oil away from local power (utilities) companies and divert it to government use
-- that diverted oil to be replaced with nuclear power--the first plant to be built in the Atlanta, Georgia, area, the home to some of our dear-sweet-patriotic-nontaxpaying largest military industrial complex companies
[And remember, we haven't really brought our Naval power into these 2 wars yet--except to anchor off the coast of Iran and to have them at the ready on the island of Diego Garcia in the Indian Ocean]

5) President Obama is a two-faced (and all politicians like actors are two faced)...I don't want to call him a fool, he's not a fool, but I can call him a deceiver--and therefore a liar. Am I right? I can easily be accused of being a Teabagger but I'm not. Teabaggers to me are total FOOLs, though they are very dangerous fools. These are the fools Jose Ortega y Gasset in his masterpiece The Revolt of the Masses (1932) called Mass Man (Men and Women). These people are powerful people in terms of popularity, but oh so fucking dumb and disastrous in their misguided, off-the-wall reasoning, which unfortunately is the most popular reasoning going on today in the good ole USA. These are people who tear up when they hear the late, big fat, and in the end absolutely insane Kate Smith singing "God Bless America." That song, by the way, was a WAR SONG. Big fat Kate sang that at the height of World War II--she was singing asking God to bless our troops as they were sweeping into Europe and heading across the Pacific for Tokyo to bomb and shell and bomb and shell again; to shoot at and try and kill fellow human beings with rifles and Browning automatic rifles and bazookas and rocket launchers and flame throwers and grenades and grenade launchers and land mines and more bombs and more shells and maybe even Fat Boy and Girl ATOMIC BOMBS dropped like sent-from-that-God-who-blesses-America from heaven on Hiroshima and Nagasaki--to save 2 million of our brave God-blessed young American boys who would have been killed had we have had to send them dead-on into Tokyo to take it by hand so to speak--ironically, Atom bombs or not, we still bombed Tokyo flatter than a pancake anyway. [My God, all that because I got off on Big Fat Kate Smith. When I hear Kate Smith I puke; I don't feel patriotic; my generation made a mockery of singers of songs like her]

6) President Obama, an Ivy-League-trained corporate lawyer (and supposedly a brilliant one, too) is definitely fascinated by Reaganomics, which shows Obama knows absolutely nothing about Economics--he definitely believes the fiduciary (Calvinistic) economics of Von Hayek and Milton Friedman. Voodoo Economics, Pappy Bush called it. The little crown prince of the Reagan administration, David Stockman, said it was all bullshit, too. Even Milton Friedman before he died said his economics didn't really work--he admitted that. Milton's economics brought Pinochet to power in Chile after the CIA had assassinated Salvadore Allende, the duly elected president of that U.S. possession. BUT, President Obama truly believes the marketplace will correct its wrongs and police itself and will be honorable and all of that bullshit.

7) President Obama is a Corporate Lawyer (and so's Mrs. Obama), not a community organizer as he posed as for years in Chicago to help him get backing for his eventual political career. President Obama used his Black Chicago Southside constituents to propel himself into first the Illinois Senate and then eventually on into Congress. President Obama is a not a bold man; he's not a fearless man; he realizes he has NO real power really as president--he's caught in the jaws of the constituents who really got him elected: the Wall Street gang, the scumbag bankers, the Big Pharmas, the HMOs, the pay or die insurance companies, the Goldman-Sachs apes (several of whom are still influencing his economic decisions--the fools who got us into the mess we're in). But most of our dumb asses don't want big government regulating these criminals, who aren't really criminals to the American toadies--we assume the American fool is just "agin big guvermint" by environmental and local political nature--they grew up fools, were raised by fools, educated by fools, passed on and given degrees by fools--and there are plenty of fools teaching in those vaunted Ivy League Ivory Towers of Expensive learning, too, you better believe what I said.

8) President Obama is a middle-of-the-roader--balanced precariously on a barbed-wire fence--inside he's compromising between his Black feelings (and the man does want to be Black; in fact he has to be Black--because, yes, no matter how much White blood he's got in him, those southern Republican assholes and that Middle American Silent Majority and those White Citizens Council brothers and sisters in the mountains of Idaho and in Unka Dick's Wyoming and in the lowland sticks of Nebraska and up in the White Badlands of the Dakotas, even the White pencil-necked geeks in his (still ruled over by the White Criminal Daley Family) city of Chicago (once ruled over by Mafia mobs) still call him an N-word behind his back--or some of them, right to his face, "Miss-ter President, kin you-all present us with a lee-gyt-a-mate birth seetificat and not one of them thar Hi-wah-yan thangs" [Interrupted by a fact] "Oh, is that thar right? Hi-wah-eee's a state? Why then shucks, I beg yore pardon, Mister President; yet still, cain't I use Hi-wah-ee as a metaphor?"

9) President Obama surely knew he had a chance to become the most powerful man in the world but he gave it up in order to appease the Dumbocratic Party Power Elite and the Big-Buck Corporate lobbyists who are its parasites--those who paid for the biggest presidential campaign spending in the history of our elections. I've always said the Conservative Dumbocrats are powered over by Sir William Jefferson Clinton and his former sidekicks who have become known as the Clintonistas. Even Elena Kagen is a rather conservative plump lady first brought on board with a comfy government job by Sir William Jefferson Clinton. Obama has tried to assuage the Repugnican losers's hurt by keeping George W. Bush people in power in many places where he knows he has to stay the course--like in agreeing with G.W. Bush's Head of Defense and all of the G.W. Bush-era generals that The Surge worked in Iraq (remember, we haven't yet pulled any troops out of Iraq--we haven't closed down the world's largest Embassy yet--so the Iraq War isn't over yet by any means--Hillbilly Hillary Clinton confirmed that this week in one of her quickie press conferences during one of her stops on her perpetual world tour--she said it was due to the recent rise of car bombings and blowing poor old innocent war-weary Iraqis to bits and the stupid Iraqi Muslim puppies being unable to police and patrol themselves--they need the World's Police to stay there and direct their killing traffic) so it has to work in Afghanistan, too--duh, doesn't it? General McCrystalmeth just yesterday (Monday the 17th) said we weren't really making any progress in trying to get that oil pipeline laid through Afghanistan--er-ah, I'm sorry, I meant to say he said we really aren't making any progress with our military strategies in Afghanistan--read: We are losing that Holy War on Terror same as we've already LOST the Iraq Quest for OIL War--both Wars, like all our WARS were started by deceit--the Iraq War via out-and-out prefabrications--in other words: LIES. What a mess we got ourselves into with these two incredibly immoral and expensive and economy-destroying wars. Shouldn't our troops be over here protecting me here in New York City from this daily traipsing in of Muslim-looking dudes wearing backpacks or driving SUVs they bought off of Craig's List trying to blow us up with fireworks, bags of nonexplosive fertilizer, some cheap alarm clocks, and two tanks of propane gas like you use to fire up your BBQ grill? Shouldn't our troops be over here protecting me from these Muslim-looking young men who are so stupid and ill-trained at terrorism (I mean check out what our own Timothy McVeigh, a White man, accomplished with his van full of explosive fertilizer and a quickly tossed lit match? Hell, old ex-Army patriot Tim McVeigh killed 250 of his own people--that's more people in one day than most car bombers and suicide bombers kill in months, sometimes years, all over the world. This latest Taliban-trained naturalized American citizen who was going to blow up Times Square (time is not possessive in this square--that square belongs to the times) was supposedly highly trained in explosives by his Taliban relatives, those who were formerly the elected government of Afghanistan, back in his natural home country of Pakistan--Osama bin Laden must be having a kidney-damaging laugh over this incident: "Lookie, Lookie, stupid young Paki boy make monkeys out of stupid New York City idiot mayor and idiot shanty Irish police commissioner. Speaking of New York City police commissioners, whatever happen to my pal Bernie Keric? Oooh, quick, bring in my dialysis machine, I'm laughing myself into an early grave." [This Osama bin Laden message was extracted from a video tape left in a soggy paper bag on the The Daily Growler doorstep this morning. Hey, you believe in God, why can't you believe the The Daily Growler got a video tape from Bin Laden?]

10) I predict, as a celebrated soothsayer, if in the 2010 elections, the Pale-Face Teabaggers do manage to overthrow enough Dumbocrat candidates to take Congress back over, Hillbilly Hillary Clinton will turn on President Obama and begin putting together her Clintonista-backed bid for the presidency in 2012. If the Dumbocrats hold onto the Congressional majority and actually gain seats, will it turn them more toward the left? NO. The Dumbocrats, as I've been saying, are under the control of the Party Power Elites, in which the Clintons are the power players--in cahoots with the Bush Family Empire--oh yes, Clinton is in bed with Pappy Bush. Why in this US takeover of Haiti, Obama has given both G.W. Bush and Sir Bill Clinton the power to take control of Haiti in the name of Democracy--G.W. Bush and Sir Bill Clinton could become the first U.S. co-governors of the New US Territory of Haiti. Yes, the US will one day own Haiti; look for an influx of Whites into the country.

11) Remember, at least 43% of Americans are FOOLS and will vote en masse as Fools.

12) Remember, most Americans say, with a false honesty, that they believe in a White-Jewish God and that this country's WHITE invaders and occupiers (excommunicated Anglican dissidents) based this country on the principles of Christianity found in the Pilgrim's Bible--and that the eventual White aristocrats that rose to the ruling top of this country were great Christian men who were learned in Judeo-Christian theology to the point it wasn't Slaveholding Tom Jefferson who wrote the Bill of Rights and the Constitution but the Judeo-Christian God Yahweh through old Tom's quill.

13) Most White Americans don't trust foreigners, though their families at one time were foreigners--ask a Native American about your White forebears

14) Most White Americans hate Mexicans--especially those Whites who live along La Frontera in our border states (Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, California). Though Mexicans are hated all over the USA. Right here in New York City, out in Hempstead, Long Island, Whites hate Mexicans enough that sometimes their White loyalties overwhelm them to the point they have to beat Mexican-looking men to death with baseball bats to get their White point across to these heathen. These Whites are equal-opportunity haters. They also hate American Blacks, American-born Latinos, South Americans, Central Americans, Native Americans, Native American Eskimoes, naturalized Haitians and illegal Haitians, Castro-asskissing Commie Cubans, but also some of the Cuban Refugees (the Boat People) Castro got rid of--a lot of whom are still somewhere rotting in our prison system.

15) Most of our Southwest and even Old West once belonged to Mexico

16) Arizona was part of the Republic of Mexico until the Gadsden Purchase stole New Mexico and Arizona from the Mexicans.

17) White Arizonans, I guarantee you, have Mexican maids and gardeners and cooks and nannies and even relationships--yet behind their servants's backs they call them thieves and liars and gab about how you can't trust them--they're lazy--they steal jobs from White Americans (White Americans aren't disturbed at all by a 20% unemployment rate among Black Americans).

18) Yes, President Obama will continue to "drill-drill-drill" off our Eastern coastline and more drilling in the Gulf of Mexico. Remember, We are desperate for OIL.

19) And, YES, WE the PEOPLE will be stuck with the clean-up bill for criminally mismanaged BP and its cocriminal buddies at Transoceanic Offshore who have caused the largest oil spill ever. BP, Transoceanic, and Halliburton will walk away from this disaster with a clean slate--soon to be making more and more billions off We the Dumbest People in the World. In the meantime, the oil will continue to spread--even now, reports today say they've found oil sludge off Key West--so look out West Coast of Florida here comes the most disastrous oil spill ever--an oil spill the doomsayers are now saying could in its worse-case-scenario state turn the whole Gulf of Mexico into a sea of oil and water (remember, they don't mix).

20) And, YES, isn't it weird how only a year or so ago General Motors couldn't give cars away and yet now they are suddenly selling cars somewhere (in this country?) to the point they are bragging that they not only have paid back their end of the bail-out money We the People through our corporate lawyer president handed out to them but now they're rolling in wheelbarrows full of profits and executive bonuses--Wahoo, the new 20-million-a-year executives are shouting. And Ford says they too are selling cars like hotcakes--and here again, Ford doesn't say where they're selling these cars. And since they are now so fucking profitable, how about reopening some of those dealerships here in this country whose businesses they ruined? And, dig this irony: even though Toyota had to recall millions of their shoddy-put-together tacky automobiles supposedly at a loss of company-destroying billions, they recently announced they have managed to come out showing big-buck profits in their last quarterly earnings. Ain't Capitalism grand? And that dumbass Karl Marx said overproduction would be the ruin of Capitalism. Not as long as we got slaves, Karl; not as long as the Neo-Cons and the Neo-Liberals keep driving our economy down toward the rock bottom--turn us into a Third World country. CHEAP LABOR. That's what all of this, even our being desperate for OIL, is all about. The Global Behemoth Corporations need CHEAP LABOR to keep making record profits. The Power Elite Top Dogs are profiting from this RECESSION that is in fact a DEPRESSION. And, hey, good news, I just saw a report that said our President is now a multimillionaire--Praise the Lawdy Lawd and pass me that platter of groat clusters, if you would.

From Truthdig, check out this story:
GM’s Shell Game
Indeed, Treasury knew of this unpublicized account from which GM drew the funds to make the payment. GM didn’t use the profits from sales of Chevys and Buicks, but, according to assistant secretary for financial stability Herbert M. Allison, Jr., “the money GM used to repay its bailout loan had come from a tax-payer financed escrow account held for the automaker at the Treasury.”

21) There still is no proof that an organization called Al-Queda ever existed except in the minds of the CIA, Congress, the Pentagon, and our President. Same goes for Osama bin Laden, who I now (along with the Existentialist Cowboy) declare has been dead for several years (this in spite of the video tape from him we here at The Growler received from him in that paper bag on our doorstep this morning). Have there been any Osama bin Laden scratchy, hardly hearable (audible) video tapes since Obama took office?

22) The New York City Police Department will continue to uncover Taliban-instigated bomb plots--and New York Citians will be totally vulnerable to so-called "terrorist" attacks until Obama gives our billionaire mayor and his police commissioner those Homeland Security millions he's holding back from them--especially the money to fund our billionaire mayor's crackpot idea of flooding the New York City area with spy cameras. Our billionaire mayor was recently--on his own private jet--over in London looking at the spy camera blitz over there--a camera set up that didn't stop those two London buses from being blown up--"Oh, look," the spy camera central said, "hey, those two buses just blew up." And, too, remember, it was the London police who shot and killed the poor citizen who looked suspicious.

23) At the same time, Eric Holder will continue to try and scare New Yorkers by saying New York City is the bull's-eye target for Taliban (the new Al-Queda) bombs--shoe bombs, car bombs, backpack bombs--while at the same time the Department of Homeland Insecurity is cutting Homeland Security dole outs for New York City in favor of protecting a donut shop in Indianapolis from terrorist attacks.

24) New York City Mayor Billionaire Bloomberg, though he claims he's an Independent (yeah, sure), is already putting his huge corporate moneybags to good use in backing Republicans in the oncoming New York State elections. Mayor Bloomberg will also continue to fuck up traffic in New York City with his fucking stupid-looking, max-tacky malls and island tourist rest stops. Traffic congestion the mayor purposedly caused with his original crosstown street stupidities. I give up on Bloomberg. You can't argue with a billionaire about his foolish reasoning same as you can't convince a fool there is no Big Daddy God up on the planet Krypton--besides, wasn't Krypton destroyed by a nuclear war?

25) The Reverend and Holy Prophet DR. Jack Van Impe in one of his recent televized harangues (Dr. Jack, by the way, is an official The Daily Growler spiritual guide) told us all the reason why these Muslim terrorists (all Muslims are terrorists to Dr. Jack) want to bomb New York City...IT'S BECAUSE...take a guess, a wild guess! BECAUSE NEW YORK CITY HAS THE HIGHEST CONCENTRATION OF JEWS OUTSIDE OF ISRAEL! I never thought of that. But of course, Dr. Jack is right since he has many direct conversations with Yahweh (same word construction that in Arabic is the name of Allah) and as a prophet he gets all of this out of his Pilgrim's Bible.

So there you go. My list of 25 deceits still going on full blast against We the People of the USA. Every day we're being denied any rights we have left to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness no matter our race, religion, creed, eccentricities, thoughts, what we publish! And yet as though by smoke and mirrors we're being told we have been pulled back from the brink, we are righteous in continuing to kill and maim and displace millions of people our White rulers now have tabbed as Satan's children doing Satan's deeds against the Jews and Jesus Christ and the Boys Scouts and the boy-sex-abusing Catholic priests--Forgive them, Daddy, 'cause they so dumb they know not what they do.

for The Daily Growler

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