Minister Farrakhan Mulls Over the Idea of no Longer

Minister Farrakhan

Mulls Over the Idea of no Longer..

Dummi, You are the stupidest cracker ever!!

Minister Farrakhan of the Nation of Islam, is mulling over the idea of no longer dividing up crackers into more specific categories, in an attempt to reach a broader audience.

Oh Oh!! Dummi in trouble now!!

I like the idea that I’m not a corrupt Serbian Cracker, I’m just a Corrupt Cracker!!!

Black Helicopters spotted over Baton Rouge Louisiana and Selma Alabama!!!!

Black Helicopters spotted over

Baton Rouge Louisiana and Selma Alabama!!!!

I tried being nice!!! Let’s go mess with their heads!!!

OK, pick up Shelby and Jindal, give em a quick visit to Gitmo, then drop em off in the Castro District in Frisco, Roger and out!!

OK, were in Alabama, Hey does that Pick up have the Stars and Bars painted on the bed!!!

Quick!! Get rid of all the Foxworthy and Cable Guy videos!!

Remember, do not hurt him unless he starts talking about tax cuts!!!!

They sure did not move this fast after Katrina!!!

What about me!! I want to be locked up too!!

What is my Pucking Froblem?

What is my

Pucking Froblem?

The Freak Brothers Come Down

Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers Pilot

What is my Pucking Froblem? I thought about it and all I can think of is that I’d like to Biamp (2x 150 wats RMS at .001% THD) two pairs of 15 inch 3 way dual midrange, horn loaded Cerwin Vega’s as loud as I can without distortion and play “Comfortably Numb“by Pink Floyd and sit in front of the speakers! Aside from that, I can’t think of a thing, especially since I no longer get Drunk and Stoned when I do it? So, there it is? Obviously, I got tired of the NPD (Normal Police Department) showing up, asking me “What is your Pucking  Froblem”, hence this post?

My court swimming pool, where when It's nice I hatch my plots!!!

Paint our faces scary – wear pointed helmets and go nuts and break shit!!!!

Paint our faces scary

wear pointed helmets and

go nuts and break shit!!!!

Kahn’s Last Breath

Buzzards & Worms Need To eat

Conan the Barbarian – What is best in life?

Freeedoooooom!

Worship Trees, Bang on Drums

and forget about all the useless Politically Correct Psychobabble!!!

Disenfranchising People is the Solution not the Problem!!!

Disenfranchising People is the Solution, not the Problem? Just go to Ladders.com, and let’s start Disenfranchising them! What will they do? Move to Denmark? Good Riddance!!! Those $100,000.00 “K” people just screw up the game? Stop double taxing the poor with Lottery Ticket’s and tax the Rich like the rest of the Civilized, Western world! They told you Taxes were “Too High” back before they had to pay $4.oo a Gallon for the Hummer! They are lying!! Don’t listen to them, Just say NO!

Barney Frank – I will not Bill you for my services as an Efficiency Consultant!!!

Barney Frank-“I will not Bill you for my services as an Efficiency Consultant!!!” (Told to a group of Financial Executives in a Congressional sub-committee meeting about the Bailout and CEO compensation)

Barnett "Barney" Frank (born March 31, 1940) is an American politician in the United States House representing Massachusetts's 4th congressional district

Give em Hell Barney!!!

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In Europe, one of the Cult Fad Biers is made by Monks in a monastery, the rabid excesses of Adam Smith in this case have nothing to do with why they make it, they make it because they are good at it and like doing it, and profit is not the underlying motive so compensations could be reduced to a point without the collapse of Free enterprise??

So if we followed the often prevailing Wall Street example, we could;

1.Bust up the Commie Socialist union Monks at the bottom of the chain.

2. Produce a really crappy Beir that wouldn’t sell and ruin the company.Possibly resulting in the Abbot flying the corporate jet to Rome to seek a Papal Bailout.

3. Reward the Bozo’s at the top with outlandish bonuses and golden Parachutes.

4. Disband the Harvard (and other lesser) MBA programs and feed them Steroids and Crack to encourage wild emotive penile  irrational behavior.

I can Bankrupt our asses with the best of them!!!!

After 20 Years Clean, I Traced the Problem to it’s Roots, Now What?

Being on a fixed income in a 1970 Mobile Home is a pain in the winter. It got real cold in late December, and the water pipes froze. I got a buddy that’s good at that stuff (he’s also the off and on significant other of my off and on Female roomate, so there is a drama factor here), if you can get him to come and he fixed it all up except he left the line to the washer capped and the money situation mandated that. So it’s Jamuary 29. 2009, I can use the Kitchen and bathroom with hot and cold but the washer is still down. So what does that have to do with tracing the problem too it’s roots? Well, dreams are abstract and I evidently went back in my dream world to Mom and Dad’s house where I lived before the run of (and during off and on, but this was before using in the abstract dream world)) I was sharing (or complaining or rationalizing or something) how every thing was OK except it would be nice to wash some clothes. In this abstract Dream world she has her own wash machine right there in the mismash dream world juxtaposition of real world environments. Here’s where the problems begin.

She begins to explain how to use this washer, and I can tell is bad news, and in one case towards the end of her last washer before the nursing home it was true. You need to measure out everything in exact amounts and stand by it the entire time variously standing on your head and bowing to Mecca at various intervals in the process to prevent certain problems. Let alone not mixing various materials and colors and oh my God the solution just exceeded the problem as it always seems to with her. Bless her heart, she can’t do this anymore, she’s in a nursing home and becoming more and more innocent and childlike. But this is dreamtime and I’m eternally 18 and she is at the height of her powers. I’m emotionally shutting down, wondering why I had to open my big mouth and I don’t want to forget it and let her do it for me, I just want to go back to the emotional state before I said anything about doing some laundry.

Then I open my mouth and in a dream I assert what my problem is and my preferred solution and it’s bad and has never changed. I said I don’t want to solve my problem, I just want to get away from everyone and everything! Her face freezes in a slightly shocked but MA preschool trained look that says you’re gonna have to go to the shrink now and talk about all this (I’ve been there for years and years and it didn’t hurt but I’m still me and I still respond the same way in similar situations.

Procrastination is my #1 character defect, and the obvious was to accept whatever input I was given and do some laundry by the book (head standing, Mecca bowing and all), but the emotional trauma of the interaction was so much worse than the problem in my mind and this emotional reality is real even in dreamtime. These fears of loss of control and helplessness are extremely damaging in other social situations, but I have repeatedly found that less drama and more quiet assist in feeling the Divine and silencing the wheels and tapes that play in my brain. I can tell, good mental health (or temporary spiritual fitness if you will) are especially evidenced in being able to read (a form of human interaction I would assert) and retain and enjoy what you read, it’s a mental health thermometer and barometer. But most people I know seem to need far more contact than I and it is probably traced to their relationships with their mothers and I was this way before using and was like it while using and was restored to it after stopping using. What a dream I need to examine it some more and see what I come up with, it was really profound and right on the money. In the meantime, I need to look into the fixing of the wash machine and do it without too much drama one way or another ( I’m gonna find ya, I’m gonna gitcha gitcha gitcha), and there is unfortunately much more drama in this simple thing than is apparent to anyone else.

Since James Carville Been Strangely Quiet Lately,………………………..

Since James Carville been Strangely quiet lately, I figured I’d pick up the ball and give it a shot? I was dragging a $100.00 dollar bill thru an Arizona Trailer Park, and look what I found squinting in the light , under a rock! A sun stroked, Elmer Fudd look alike retiree wannabe in a tee shirt and a baseball cap. And he was saying something like My Friends, My Friends, My Friends, We will stay in Iraq for 100 years or I fall asleep and forget where I’m at, whichever comes first!!!!!

It Ain’t Wright……………………………………………………………

Laughing at Me, Say's I'm Dumber than Bubba?

So I was in line at the store with my pop and munchies, and I see’s the National Enquirer (of which this blog is in some ways modeled, shocking articles and headlines and a “ratty” look) and it’s saying that Obama and Michelle are fighting in the feature story. I’m kinda in the Obama camp, so I’m thinking “Say it ain’t so!” I get to the counter and the cute black chick asks me why I got all my stuff in a basket and don’t use a cart? I offer some lame excuses, then I decide to ask her about the Enquirer story about Obama and Michelle, thinking (always dangerous for me) we could establish more “Common Ground“, and I lay it on “Say it ain’t so”! He is our senator, and we are in Central Illinois, so it’s would not seem too risky. She says “I hate both of them, I’m wanted to vote for Hillary“! Thats the story of my life with women, Obama has what a 95% support rating among “African Americans“ so I try to connect with a exHillary supporter, oh well! No real loss, I’ll probably get a point or two for talking, but it still gives me a big headache, so I go home and eat some aspirin and berate my miserable luck.

The Next Right Thing?………………………………………………….

My sister is coming from San Francisco today at 5 PM (it’s now 931 AM) and I’m supposed to clean the house so I don’t look like I’ve lost my mind and don’t care anymore. Clean it, it sounds so simple, but I also want to knock the stat meter on this blog over 2000 by 5 PM, a goal I decided upon due to the fact that it’s possible.

And it gets even worse than that, my old favorite person in the whole world got married yesterday which explains posting “Black” , “Hey You”, and then thinking I can’t just sit in this emotional state, so I post “Alison Gross”, which has no meaning other than a need to post something comical to lift my spirits.

So I’ve got this deadline that I’m trying to use to motivate me to clean this dump and my current favorite person in the whole world says that person may come over and I’m still typing away on this blog and not cleaning like I think I ought to. What is my problem?

The world would seem so perfect if that person was here typing furiously away on this computer, but if I don’t clean the house, I’m gonna get a lecture on not being right in the head instead. That person is very important to me, especially now because it’s easier to deal with the marriage of my old favorite person, when the favorite person before that, who became favorite again (quite awhile ago actually, not yesterday) is still out there. But I should be able to clean this dump just because my sister is coming without any of the extra variables taking place, it’s just work (cleaning). It’s absolutely nuts the gyrations I go through to try to clean the damn house. What’s wrong with me. I just need to do the next right thing, not torture myself with this crap?

Let go, Let God, my head hurts. I love everyone concerned and need to do the next right thing, which would appear to be cleaning this dump. (Why is it so hard? It seems easier to just lay down and take a nap, and that’s the problem)

And on top of that, the Cat is mad about something, which can only be solved by rubbing her head!!!